#breakup was amicable

[lassie-farce]

not respect, she's actually hitting on abbot and already figured out robby's a raging homosexual (now a burnt out homosexual but my point stands)

Myrna didn't have a quippy nickname for Jack Abbot. She just called him "Dr. Abbot". Meanwhile, Robby gets saddled with "Fruitcake" when she's feeling generous and "Cocksucker" when she's not. I wonder what Jack did to earn Myrna's respect to the point where she just calls him by his name.

[the-media-pit]

mourning the fact we didn't get to see travis and nat break up, not even really for any plot reasons, but honestly just because i'm a nosy bitch

[carnobot]

Always too much.

Chapter 4, Winners and Losers

He would take what he got, and he would smile doing it. So Drift smiled now, burying his sadness so deep it couldn't even be felt by his Amica. He gazed at Rodimus, and Rodimus gazed back, optics stuttering closed after a few seconds too long of silent intimacy. Always too much.

[qiqi-guai-guai]

Idc the story dismissed Amber too quick... the writers were like btw Eve so soon after Mark and Amber's breakup in Season 2, and then they were like well, Mark's always had feelings for Eve.

Maybe it was the three month timeskip, but I feel like they didn't explore the emotional consequences of the breakup enough. You know, now Mark's killed a man and has grown into his powers - I feel they could've reinforced his displacement from his own humanity through the breakup. Sure, there's his family to represent his grounded-ness to the individuality of himself and others, but Amber added an element of ordinary goodness (heroism) that I think was really important. Idk!

[seiwas]

HI MY BELOVED ANGEL!!! i am sending u mattsun + campfire as well as kisses n hugs <33

SAINTTT hello 🥺 thank you for sending a prompty!! 🥹 idt i've ever written mattsun fully before so this is something new!

help me get back into the writing groove! send me a character + any word and i'll write a short blurb about it!

contains: exes, stranded-y situation, feelings are complicated, some expletives

mattsun + campfire

"i told you we should've brought the spare—"

"yeah, let me go back in time for a sec and do just that."

"asshole."

lesson #1: nothing good ever happens when you're stuck in a car with your ex on the way to somewhere remote.

you blame iwaizumi for this one. who the fuck chooses to spend their birthday weekend in the fucking wilderness?

(okay, you don't actually think it's so bad. to be fair, he did plan this a year ago. and it did sound like a good idea. then. at the time. anywhere with the boys was always guaranteed fun―at least, until you and matsukawa broke up.)

"can you pass me the flashlight?" he points at the backpack behind you. when you hand it over, your fingers brush over his as he takes it away from you.

and you hate it, because―

lesson #2: you should never be alone with your ex when you still have feelings for them.

you'd agreed to take two cars to the camping spot: iwaizumi's with oikawa and hanamaki and matsukawa's with you. there was no way you'd fit in one, and hanamaki ultimately decided to ride with iwaizumi because, "you and mattsun have shit to sort out," he'd said.

with night setting and the two-hour headstart they managed to get ahead of you, the best thing you and matsukawa can do is to set up camp temporarily and wait for them to come back for you come sunrise.

you sigh.

leaves crack underneath your feet as you maneuver around your camping space. the light from matsukawa's flashlight tells you where he is, just a bit deeper in the forestry as he looks for wood to help set up the fire.

you unload the car in the meantime, bringing out some snacks and sleeping bags while waiting.

matsukawa eventually comes back with arms full of wood, and you help in whatever way you can, clearing the space and fetching more twigs when needed.

the entire car ride here had been quiet, so it's not surprising that this entire process has been equally as silent. until―

"did you already pull out your tent?" he asks, half of his body disappearing into the trunk of the car.

"huh?" you go closer, "i only brought out the sleeping bags."

then he sighs, ducking out from the trunk with a hand on his hip, "we only have one tent."

"what?"

"makki must have gotten yours with his when he decided to move cars."

his hand runs through his hair, a habit you know well. it lights up all sorts of weird feelings in your tummy

you don't know how to feel―

"i can sleep in the car."

―but you know that you definitely don't want him to do that. all things considered, you were friends first. and you've both been trying to be friends again since the breakup. you wouldn't want to cause him discomfort like that.

so, with a deep breath, you say, "it's okay, we can just share."

"are you sure?" he stares at you.

you nod.

after setting up the tent, you eat a few energy bars and clean up from the day's events. the campfire provides ample enough heat, but with how fast the flames are burning, you're doubtful it'll last the two of you the entire night.

it’s much later on, past midnight, that your doubts are proven right when you and matsukawa are cramped together in a tent made for one. it started to get cold a few minutes ago, and you've found yourself inching closer and closer to the warmth you’ve gotten used to laying against for the past two years.

he's only pretending to be asleep, you know that much, too. the rise and fall of his chest is hardly there; you can see it, how he's holding his breath being this close to you.

"issei," you whisper.

he opens his eyes, eyelids lifting lazily as he meets your stare. the vibration of his hum reverberates to you.

"it's cold."

for a moment, your stomach drops at the thought that he could ignore you; how it would make perfect sense for him to. you broke up with him after all, and he doesn't owe you anything, much less favors as intimate as this one.

but he closes the already dwindling gap between you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you closer. it's near, far too near for exes to be―noses touching and all.

"warmer?" his voice comes out hoarser through the whisper.

you nod, your head shifting up and down—which, truly, is where you ultimately fuck up. you feel it, a little chapped but still pliant against your lips.

in your carelessness, you accidentally brush your lips against his, the sensation alone surprising you enough to inch your head back as you mutter your apologies.

"sorry? really?" he asks, eyes half-lidded still as he chuckles.

his question settles into the small space you're in.

your vision trails from his eyes, down to the slope of his nose, until it lands on his lips again. a little split like you've always known, but still your favorite. still the only lips you want against yours.

when you lean in again, you know you're fucked, because―

lesson #3: the number one rule is that exes shouldn't kiss each other anymore.

[rainy-matcha]

Seeing everyone speculate and make things up about Tommy and Molly's relationship is so weird and parasocial to me. They are both real people who you don't know !!! making assumptions as if you know them is weird !! youtubers only share a fraction of their lives online !!

[auroras-void]

Polycule broke up today.... Still hurts like hell, but I thought Tumblr would find this part funny....

[duusheen]

Jay had every intention of discussing his plans with Miracle once he returned to the city, but somehow the conversation took a completely unexpected turn 🫣

[vimbry-moved]

not to be a parasocial sap but creative partnerships that have lasted longer than some romantic marriages make me ill

[roughentumble]

ok but clark coming back after a year away and everyone's like "wtf we thought you died how did they even let you back here at work you were fired for disappearing" and he has to come up with an excuse that isnt "im superman and i was dead for a year" so he tells them a modified version of the truth, says "well i was in a coma. my boyfriend attacked me. but it was after that big fight superman had with that big monster. so the hospital was a mess they didnt even contact my mom for the longest time and when she learned she was too distressed to contact work like it didnt even occur to her. so i just vanished for a year but im back now and perry let me come back when he heard the news" and everyone's just standing there with jaws on the ground because clark. their clark. sweet farmboy kent. was ATTACKED by his BOYFRIEND so violently he FELL INTO A COMA???? THEIR CLARK?????

and the next time bruce comes around for whatever reason, trying to organize the purchase of the daily planet or something, cat grant straight up slaps him in the face and tells him that he's absolutely not welcome here and he'll be less welcome when she tells perry he's the clark's ex, and she has no idea why he didnt press charges but she WILL be calling the cops if she sees them in the same room together. and everyone's totally backing her up. and bruce, who was never told about clark's semi-accurate cover story, is just like "what the fuck is happening"

[ranbling]

I honestly don't want an amicable breakup, let it be messy and Buck standing up for himself

[monarchisms]

Apparently Jackie has been posting for a while about new starts and finding a new place to live, so it appears that they actually broke up a few months ago. Now shes settled into her new place shes taking Liam the dog and Gabu is staying with Alfredo. I'm seeing people being mad hes made a sad post about his dog and not his ex, but them breaking up is none of our business really (even though got to admit, I was shocked and sad about the whole thing) and it happened a while ago, whereas yesterday is probably the last time he will see his dog, so I understand the sad post about that.

i agree 🙂‍↕️

[rainecreatesstuff]

hey so I just remembered. Me and my ex gf predicted the trackerbees break up like 2 months before junior year even came out.

huh, I hear you say. Yeah, that makes sense, a lot of people did.

no no no, but the way we did it was funny

Okayyyyy… how, pray tell, you say, did you predict the trackerbees breakup in a funny way?

well, let me introduce myself.

Hi, I’m raine. I’m a lesbian teenager who has been called chaos incarnate and I have a not super great relationship with my parents.

I won’t put a pic of my ex bc that’s frankly insane, but I found this drawing of a character that I think is like a vague approximation of her? Maybe a little different but.

My ex’s hair was a bit darker and curlier but other than that. Pretty much the same. I can’t really divulge a lot of information about her life, but just take my word for it, they were a lot alike in a few different ways.

anyways, so my ex and I, we joked a lot that we were like trackerbees incarnate, because of our. Everything. And then.

you’ll never guess what happened

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

(pst, if you want more information on this superhero au, you can find the masterpost here! or check out the tag, which you can get to from this post! wahoo!)

"You're sure this is Jimmy's locker?"

"You don't need to whisper, there's literally no one here," Fwhip says, and flicks Sausage on the forehead for good measure. "And no clue, but this is the one the kid said, so I'm taking eir word for it."

Sausage doesn't look quite satisfied with the answer, but he goes back to putting the code that Basil had given them into the lock, so it's clearly close enough.

"How did ey even figure out this was his? Or figure out what the code was?"

"I think these are the kinds of question we don't ask if we want em to keep spying on Jimmy for us, Sausage."

"Great point." Sausage nods solemnly as the lock clicks open, giving the pair unlimited access to Jimmy's things, ripe for the pranking.

"Has the thought ever occurred to you that it might be a bit unethical of us to be using our campers as double agents in this prank war, Fwhip?"

"Once or twice," Fwhip hums. "You?"

"On occasion. We're going to keep doing it though, right?"

"Of course! Now, time to go through Jimmy's things."

Jimmy doesn't actually keep much in his locker. He's got a jacket, despite the fact that it's the middle of July, a backpack, and little else. Fwhip decides to tackle the backpack himself, sifting through things not at all suitable for a prank, like a change of clothes (too boring) and his phone (too expensive). It seems like all of their camper's hard work is going to be going to waste until Fwhip's hand brushes something slimy at the bottom of the bag.

"EW!" He shouts on reflex, pulling his hand back and shaking it off to stop feeling the texture.

"What, what, what is it?" Sausage says excitedly, taking the bag from Fwhip and looking through it himself. It only takes him a moment to find whatever Fwhip had touched, if the way his expression lights up is anything to go by.

"Fwhip, you're not gonna believe this." Sausage sticks his hand into Jimmy's backpack, clearly unbothered by the terrible textures within it, and pulls out something all too familiar.

"Why the hell does Jimmy have the Codfather's mask in his bag?"

If it's a replica, it's a damn good one, covered in that fishy layer of slime the Codfather always seems to have about him and everything. The colors are a perfect match too, a better one than most hero merch that's based on imperfect picture and video shots of the person.

"Wait..." Sausage says, holding the mask way too close to his face as he observes it. "Do you think... is Jimmy the Codfather?"

Fwhip bursts out laughing, way too loudly considering they're somewhere they aren't technically supposed to be. But he can't help himself. Jimmy, the Codfather? The Codfather can hurl pieces of buildings at people, can throw a punch that can- as much as Fwhip hates to admit it- truly leave him reeling, even with all the body armor. He throws Militia's clones at people like they're made of paper rather than... whatever the hell they're made of. Muscle? Not the point.

Jimmy is a stick, outside of the swimming muscles. Fwhip also has a distinct memory of watching Jimmy fall of the lifeguard tower because one of the kids startled him too hard when trying to show him their new jump on the diving board.

No, the Codfather is the Mechanist's rival because, for all that he's an annoying and self-righteous jerk, he's also a formidable opponent. Jimmy is Fwhip's rival because he's a moron.

"Alright, alright, then why do you think he has this?" Sausage says, hitting Fwhip on the arm until he stops laughing. "Is he like... a super fan or something? This thing seems too good to be a Party City costume or something."

Fwhip reaches out and takes the mask from Sausage, only cringing slightly at the texture of it this time. He turns it over in his hands, and Sausage is right. It looks like a perfect replica of the Codfather's mask, and if anyone would be able to recognize such a thing, it'd be Fwhip and Sausage. Where the hell could Jimmy have gotten something like this?

It's in this moment that Fwhip remembers something, a conversation he'd overheard between Jimmy and Lizzie a week or so back. She'd been teasing him about something, or more accurately someone. Jimmy had apparently been caught up in a villain attack downtown, and some hero had escorted him home. Lizzie had taken to calling this hero Jimmy's "superhero boyfriend", which he clearly hated, judging by the fact that the moment he noticed Fwhip listening in he quite aggressively told her to shut the fuck up (in only slightly kinder words).

"Wait, do you think the Codfather could be that superhero boyfriend Lizzie was teasing him about?"

"The Codfather's gay?!"

"I don't know!" Fwhip says, voice barely below a shout. "Why would I know that! It just seems like a much more likely possibility that Jimmy got given the mask by his new boyfriend than him being the Codfather."

Sausage hums, considering. "Okay, that's a good point. The pair of them seem pathetic enough to be charmed by each other, somehow. I ship it."

"Eugh, gross." Fwhip turns his attention back to the slimy mask in his hands, turning it over.

"So... what are we doing about the prank then?" Sausage asks. "I guess we could blackmail him about the boyfriend thing, but I think he might take that the wrong way."

Fwhip considers the mask for just a moment longer before he's struck by inspiration. "What if we steal the mask?"

The way Sausage's smile widens would probably be concerning if Fwhip was anyone slightly more normal, but thankfully for Sausage, Fwhip is just as weird as he is. And just as willing to ruin Jimmy's day.

"You're putting it in your bag, though," Fwhip says, shoving the mask back into Sausage's hands. "I don't want the Codfather's slime on all my stuff."

"Ew, and you think I do?" Sausage protests, but immediately puts it in his bag anyways.

"Nope, but this was my idea, so I get decision making powers. Now c'mon, let's get out of here before anyone comes back. Can't let Basil's hard work go to waste by getting caught."

[mad-hunts]

barton 'i've killed for you. who else can say they've done that?' mathis BC gone girl is a goated film. and if i'm being honest, barton IS insane enough to do the type of thing that requires saving someone from another person, with the person he saved being someone who pissed him off, but he's still in love with after they broke up. like be warned, fellow muses, if barton carries a torch for yours even if they had the worst breakup ever... he will save them, but the difference is, he will do it just to kill them himself after because only he's allowed to do that 💀

[curemoonliite]

i'm gonna play this on repeat until i cry more about them than my actual irl breakup, i stg

like this amv actually rewired my brain, this is their song now