#ooo beautiful OP :')

[instantdinosaurtidalwave]

as someone who is quite familiar with both characters, I am so pleased to see this. And yes, this is accurate.

ROUND ONE - Revali (Legend of Zelda) VS Ankh (Kamen Rider OOO)

!! PROPAGANDA BELOW !!!

REVALI: "One does not simply 1. Brag about being the best, 2. Be right about being the best, 3. Attempt to rival the guy who's gonna save the world because he was chosen and "didn't have to work for anything" without being a major shit"

ANKH: "mean bird"

[mala--draws]

cool hand luke (1967) commentary !! (watching bc of the outsiders..? neverrr) watched (half) w/ @ziggy8891 <33 (sorry i keep dragging you half way into movies mate lol)

- why did i expect the quality to be like 360p or something. like deadass jumpscare. is he?? is he stealing a. what the fuck is he stealing..?? (edit: parking meters it turns out)

- BAHAHA THE WAY HE POPS THE CORK AS THE POLICE PULL UP??? he's deadass giggling what the fuuck

- the music is deceptively calm as these prisoners are extorted for their labour. hmm. nice acoustic soundtrack to the monotonous sound of whack whack hoes (like actual hoes)

- who's the one guy in a blue collar up amongst this sea of naked white guys. Oookay just zoom up on those glasses sure

- luke smart !!! captain!! he's so silly what the fuck, lil smilies n stuff so caz. 2 years for some vandalism???? 1 for manslaughter ?? he just keeps flashing lil cheeky smiles

- the prison warden (?) is so condescending i wanna smite him !!

- y'know if you threaten everything with "the box" folks might just become desensitised to it my guy. also i forgot how normalised smoking is outside of informal contexts even in the 1960s which i presume the movie is set (will have to check) "...spends a night in the box" x 20 million

- luke finishing his sentence YOU READ MY MIND. A NIGHT IN THE BOX !!! bro loiks like he's taking a nap standing up

LUKE : "I ain't heard that much worth listening to. A lot of guys laying down a lot of rules and regulations."

- his cadence is beautiful i want to steal his voice and put it in my own throat.

- the floor walker (carr or something) lowkey reminds me of sheldon's dad in young sheldon

- my friend and i were arguing whether luke's number was 21, 26 or 27. it was 37 folks

- trumpet score (not trombone apparently they're much deeper)

- luke's ice blue eyes giggling. his silly little smile, deceptive fuck. i know you got conviving little thoughts in there mixed with depression/sillyy

- folks i jinxed myself i have not freed myself of this long arduous curse of SHIT CONNECTION !!!

- DONALD DUCK IS THAT YOU??? Why??

- WHY IS MANS BUTT NAKED. oh the box. Oh god he looks terrified. first day ???? oh he's the guy who talked back

- ooo sassy luke !!! Giggling

- Uhm. that was uncomfortable. yeah .. never hearing lucille the same way again. drag ? whoever u r u make me so incredibly uncomfortable

- THANK YOU LUKE FOR INTERRUPTING HIM JESUS CHRIST. u think u gon beat his ass?? nawww THE SIDE EYEE BAHAHA

- aw nevermind. there goes luke i think. Ope. almost didn't recognise him without his necklace.

LUKE : "I don't want to frighten him."

- okayy. i'm now also curious why he keeps getting up. the shot with the chains made me think he was gonna play dirty and tug at them or something.

- NOT THE DECEPTIVE GUITAR AGAIN. HE'S GETTING BEAT ON oh past tense was. wait did he like... sorta win. cuz he didn't forfeit and drag left first

LUKE : "Sometimes nothing can be a real cool hand."

- There's the namesake !! LUKE HAS A VISITOR???? Ooo we got tea fellas

- Oh..??? They got the same smile hmmm. Arletta hm WAIT THAT'S HIS MUM. FIRST NAME BASIS?? Actually i can see that

ARLETTA : "Oh no, it ain't, Luke. You ain't alone. Everywhere you go, I'm with you."

LUKE : "You never thought maybe that's a heavy load?"

- him just offering the water tentatively again and again. ooo first "mom". nop back to arletta. dareisay he looks soft. mournful. grief. reluctance, before he draws away. arletta's striken expression througu mesh.

- i did nawt expect it to go like that, but like power to y'all!!! go luke

- tbh luke looks mildly spacey most of the time. like maybe even dissociative. i wanna know what's going on in his head

- the way they're treating this is genuinely hilarious. an egg eating competition. my fucking god. drag calm your stupid ass. the close up shots. my fucking god. man is deadass on his feet and whose fault ??? (cough His) (still smirking like a smartass) (lowkey looks crucified on thst table with that pose)

- oh arletta.... NOT THE SAD BANJO AND SOCIAL DISTANCING ???? god. a tear i see shining luke. Yep. his voice is very level. bless his heart jesus. the look down, sniffle, fade. man

- HE'S GETTING THE BOX????? FOR WHAT JESUS HOLY FUCK.

- KAZZOOOOO lets fucking go !!!!

- how do we still have 40 minutes. epic montage don't get me wrong but like???

- just keep swimmin just keep swimmin just keep swimmin just keep sludgin

- HE'S DEAD ??? NOT THE DOG FOR FUCK'S SAKE !!! i cannot guarantee no animals were harmed in the making of this movie cuz what

- LUKE !!! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET BAACK HERE aaagGGHH the sound of hammering and DESPAIR

- he's out fellas. he's ouuut (for now......)

- CALLED IT OOH FUCK yeah he's damn done for. noo you don't get to call him cool hand luke ougghh

- the strained smiles and laughter. ough. ougghh. spent money to try give the fellas hope, that life outside of prison

- if i had a dime every time i saw buttcheeks in this movie i'd have two, which isn't a lot but i'm blaming that damned box for both of 'em

- eating the rice for him so he don't gotta get back to the box. the soft guitar melody coming in again. holy fuck guys

- that hand waggle youuu evil cunt. evil cunts the lot of you i'm about to reach through tbe screen and do some throttling of ny own

- i'm sorry is he digging his own grave. What. Ditch??? I mean at least he's got some guitar strummin' to his demise ????

- they ain't ever gonna be satisified. is he gonna get whacked with that shovel. ope. okay those lyrics are something else. not the clapping crikey. the fade to crickets and scraping shovel and soil

- ohhh luke. his soft sobbin. oughhh. cuz he laughed once.

- i got an awful feeling he's the one being fetched the rifle for. jesus. HAHA IS HE SERIOUSLY OHMYFUCKING GOD BAHAHAA HE REALLY WENT YE SIRE BUH BYEEE

- oh he ain't getting outta this one whole. drag's giggling oh my god. the shaky unreciprocated affirmations. cool hand fucking luke

- HIDING IN A CHURCH. ON THE RUN. NO YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME WHAT THE FUUCK. Ohh god. Hhhhhhhghhh guyys...s... the little peeky to the ceiling. mmm...... WHY'S THERE THE FUZZ aawwhh godd...

- at least he's got his cheeky ass grin is ???. Oh. And there goes his throat. chat he ain't making it outta here alive. THEOTTLE HIM DRAG FUCK YES YOU DOING ALL US A JUSTICE jesus christ.

DRAG : There's gonna be some world-shakin' Luke. We're goin' to send you a postcard.

-> said between sobs by the way

- damn. his small smile in the red-lit car window. THE DECEPTIVE GUITAR TRACK AGAIN AGHHH

- aawwg god.

DRAG : Oh Luke, he was some boy. Cool hand Luke. Hell– he was a natural born world-shaker!

- what a damn movie. zoom into his eye don't you why not. i'm confused impressed and lowkey mourning that one cut outsiders the musical song. mmmm

- only took a million technical difficulties but i can tick off cool hand luke from the watch list !

[thats-preposterous]

Ooo oil o pp I ooo o I'm in in op of ooo Hu o I'm pp pp no pp pop in or off o pp pp of us pp I'm ol

☝️

This is a beautiful song written by my phone in my pocket

[adriwatchestoku]

Geats ep 13 and 14 @tanukitsuneko-suki

Alright Ace

I do appreciate that Tsumuri took over Keiwa's role of recap person

And I still love the framing device of the recap

yomi and I both appreciating the opening more and more

oh right these fucks are grown

"this phone has such a storied history"

Ace stop flirting

"he's a fox boy he can't stop flirting or he might die"

yeah i want to know what neon's dad knows too

why does he know about the dgp?

huh who is this woman

michinaga remaining beautiful

OH SHE WAS STEALING THEM

Interesting that the drivers ejected the coin thing

"we're moving onto very open hostilities, I see"

Interesting how she can steal without being anywhere near them

yeah yomi's right this is just outright assassination attempt

Win what part of production are you actually a part of

I am officially now incurably horny for Michinaga

"much like misora, someone with a built in information network"

keiwa, you… honey… you don't have the stats

"yeah there's some advantages to actually playing like a team, michinaga"

both of us jealous of ace's jacket

I wonder if Win has some kind of protection considering he's production

Ace you can't date them all, you'll get eaten up

face actors getting to do more fighting trend started here huh. Or at least they enjoyed it here

Ace what the fuck

"I love when Ace gets serious like that you start running the numbers on how much he's lying"

Oooh the op. Important fight

"yeah of course the op is good. It's sung by Koda Kumi"

"this is a gunplay kit i could totally make"

holy shit he actually did give it back

orange buddy is with yomi now

Ace's situation is unique so uh. UH.

Ep 14

Tsumuri, who are you recording these for

yomi just mentioned kougami watching ooo while baking and I had this idea of him moving on to each kr as it airs, and now he's on Geats. Listening to something explode outside his window and going ah must be Ace

keiwa… please…

"they don't give a fuck who wins, as long as it isn't ace"

ace what do you have planned

oh we're a few episodes from the Christmas Bag of Threats

neon's kitty hands keep getting better and better

yeah production is rigging this game

that's…………………………………

oh that's fucked up

Oh and she's a jyamato. You know that makes sense

Ace doesn't plan on being retired tho

Yeah everyone's getting to know just how bad Ace is about people

"tsumuri seems somewhat fond of ace" "yeah after like… how long Ace has been at it…"

I think Tsumuri is just bound too hard to the rules

"this is what happens when you break the confidentiality contract"

yeah win do not break nda

uh…………………………………………………………………………………………………….

HEY TAKAHASHI WHAT THE FUCK

"fuck yes I love these guys I'm so happy"

yeah neon's family is a sponsor

win's family too?

"win's like 'do you think they pay me anything? no, i'm here for a paycheck'"

Ace's mom was a navigator?

LETTING IT GET STOLEN ACE JFC

"ace is most dangerous when you think he doesn't have a scheme"

okay but you still don't have a driver

"whoa, keiwa, buddy, calm down"

oh. oh no

I mean you didn't even change your fucking clothes, girori

hold up girori wtf

"oh that's a really good looking suit"

HOLD UP WHAT THE FUCK

oh. oh no.

[polaris-daydreams]

dex tucking reader's hair behind their ears hehe.

dex sleeping on reader's chest ?? im soft :(

always brings you little things he finds throughout the day. not flowers or jewelry — no, ben’s gifts are weirder. more him. a vintage matchbook he liked the design of. a cool rock he found on the sidewalk. a bullet casing from his last mission. “made me think of you,” he says, dead serious.

id cherish that bullet casing. also "made me think of you" is so sweet, even if its a bullet casing. reminds dex when he's on missions that he has reader waiting at home for him, for him to return back safe and sound.

acts of service !! mine too hehe.

can’t sleep unless he’s touching you. even just a pinky finger brushing yours. if you roll away in the night, he subconsciously follows, pulling you back like a heat-seeking missile. “where you goin’, sweetheart?” he mumbles, half-asleep.

"sweetheart" ?? and that description of dex subconsciously following reader, like he's seeking them out on instinct ooo.

"keeps me sane" :"((. gotta remember who he has waiting at home for him when he goes on dangerous missions !!

"loves forehead kisses. won’t ask for them. won’t say a word. just leans down a little and looks at you with that tilted-head stare until you get it. and when you comply? his whole face goes soft like it’s the only thing anchoring him to earth."

fml this is so cute wa da heck :(((. the visualisation of dex/wilson bethel leaning down and looking at reader with puppy dog eyes for a forehead kiss ???

has a surprisingly dark sense of humor. says the most horrifying things in the most affectionate tone. you’ll say “i’m cold” and he’s like, “want me to burn the world down for you?” you laugh. he doesn’t.

get u a man who burns the world for u !! and means it !!

plays with your fingers absentmindedly. twists your rings around. traces the veins in your wrist. holds your hand even when you're just sitting on the couch doing nothing. asks what every little scar is from. “this one?” he’d question.  “fell off my bike.” a pause.  “want me to go back in time and kill the pavement?”

dex being fidgety not just with himself but with reader too, those cute comforting touches that sometimes he doesnt even register he's doing :( also that last line LOL.

notices everything. you don’t even realize how closely he’s watching until he casually mentions things like, “you switched shampoo, didn’t you?” or “you tapped your foot three times before locking the door today. usually it’s four.” and it’s not judgment — he just keeps mental notes on everything that makes you you. so if something changes, he knows. and if something’s wrong, he really knows.

rahhh im so soft. attentive dex !! he's so tuned to reader, to their minute details and quirks.

omg every paragraph has me twirling my hair and smiling at my phone. dex pouting ? dex missing us after just a couple minutes ? dex calling reader "his person" ? dex going into trained killer mode when reader's safety is in question ? dex burying his face into reader's shoulders ? dex kissing reader's wrist ? dex doing the sidewalk rule ?

"stares at your contact name before calling you, like he’s bracing himself to hear your voice. thumb hovering over the screen, eyes soft and far away. sometimes he doesn’t even call. just stares. like maybe that’s enough to survive another hour."

this is so beautiful. im :"))) im so soft.

"he keeps track of your patterns better than you do. you get headaches before rain? he brings you meds before you mention it. your trauma responses show in tiny shifts? he spots them immediately and gets you out of the room."

i need dex. i need him. :(((

gahh so sorry op/monic that my ramblings arent that good but TRUST when i say i was legit smiling down at my phone reading from start to finish !! every paragraph had me so so soft. loveddd the way u wrote dex, both him being soft only for reader and his darker trained side it was all a very good balance and realistic to dex's character !! thank you so much for writing <3 !!

ben poindexter as your boyfriend. 𝜗𝜚 hc’s

cw ᝰ .ᐟ obsessive tendencies ,, dark themes ,, gn reader unless i slipped up somewhere ,, headcanons ,, i mean he’s a murderer so

BEN POINDEXTER AS YOUR BOYFRIEND... is obsessed with you. not the “likes your selfies” kind — more like memorized your schedule, cataloged your facial expressions, and would absolutely kill for you without a blink. no hesitation. no regret.

he has a tracker on your phone. not because he doesn’t trust you — he just doesn’t trust anyone else. he tells you it’s for your safety, and when you raise an eyebrow at him, he just shrugs and kisses your forehead. “i’d rather know where you are than bury you, baby.”

he gets jealous. so easily. and he hates it. hates how tight his jaw gets when you laugh at someone else's joke. how his fists curl when someone makes you smile. but he’s so good at holding it together — until you’re alone. then he’s pacing. spiraling. pulling you into his lap just to feel your heartbeat under his hand. “you’re mine, right?” he’ll ask, low and tight. “say it. please.”

ben does everything for you. carries your bags. makes your coffee. walks you to class. waits outside your job. doesn’t matter if he’s had the worst day imaginable — he’ll still show up to tuck your hair behind your ear and ask if you’ve eaten.

he gets scary when he thinks you’re pulling away. it’s subtle at first — quiet stares, clenched jaw, questions masked as concern. but the second he’s sure something’s wrong he snaps. cold. sharp. wounded in that dangerous way. looks at you with that unhinged grief behind his eyes. like it’s betrayal. like it’s death.

he’s weirdly soft in private. you’re the only person who gets to see the version of him that’s quiet and needy and kind of broken. he sleeps with his head on your chest, fingers clinging to your shirt like you’ll vanish if he lets go. sometimes he just stares at you, like he’s memorizing you in case you disappear.

always brings you little things he finds throughout the day. not flowers or jewelry — no, ben’s gifts are weirder. more him. a vintage matchbook he liked the design of. a cool rock he found on the sidewalk. a bullet casing from his last mission. “made me think of you,” he says, dead serious.

his love language is acts of service — intense ones. fixes everything in your apartment before you even notice it’s broken. goes grocery shopping and memorizes your favorite brand of literally everything. remembers how you like your tea down to the exact amount of honey.

can’t sleep unless he’s touching you. even just a pinky finger brushing yours. if you roll away in the night, he subconsciously follows, pulling you back like a heat-seeking missile. “where you goin’, sweetheart?” he mumbles, half-asleep.

keeps a photo of you in his wallet. it’s old, kind of faded, maybe creased in the corner — but he looks at it constantly. you catch him doing it once, and he just shrugs. “keeps me sane.”

loves forehead kisses. won’t ask for them. won’t say a word. just leans down a little and looks at you with that tilted-head stare until you get it. and when you comply? his whole face goes soft like it’s the only thing anchoring him to earth.

has a surprisingly dark sense of humor. says the most horrifying things in the most affectionate tone. you’ll say “i’m cold” and he’s like, “want me to burn the world down for you?” you laugh. he doesn’t.

likes watching you do normal stuff. brushing your teeth. folding laundry. humming while you cook. he sits quietly, just watching — so still it’s unnerving. to him it’s peace. it’s you alive.

plays with your fingers absentmindedly. twists your rings around. traces the veins in your wrist. holds your hand even when you're just sitting on the couch doing nothing. asks what every little scar is from. “this one?” he’d question. “fell off my bike.” a pause. “want me to go back in time and kill the pavement?”

notices everything. you don’t even realize how closely he’s watching until he casually mentions things like, “you switched shampoo, didn’t you?” or “you tapped your foot three times before locking the door today. usually it’s four.” and it’s not judgment — he just keeps mental notes on everything that makes you you. so if something changes, he knows. and if something’s wrong, he really knows.

he’s extremely routine-oriented — and he builds you into his structure. once you’re part of his life, you’re in it.

your coffee order gets timed to the minute. your text messages get categorized in his head (green = happy, yellow = something’s off, red = drop everything).

he gets agitated if plans change too suddenly, but if you’re the reason? he softens instantly. you ground him. you’re the only thing that doesn’t throw him off.

he gets attached fast. his BPD makes it so once he feels something for you, it’s intense. there’s no casual dating. no half-measures. he goes from “i think i like them” to “i will absolutely die if they leave” in under a week. he’s so good at hiding just how deep it runs.

he replicates your habits without meaning to. if you fidget with your sleeves, he starts doing it. if you use a certain word a lot, it shows up in his vocabulary. he mirrors you because it comforts him.

he hyper-fixates on your favourites. if you say you like a snack once, he’ll buy ten. you compliment a song? it’s on every playlist he makes. you wear a certain lip balm? he’ll go out of his way to buy backups. he wants to memorize what makes you happy so he can recreate it. perfectly. every time.

he spirals when he thinks he upset you. even slightly. a weird tone in your voice? a shorter text reply than usual? his brain jumps to you hate me. you’re going to leave. i ruined it. he’ll pace. his routine will fall apart. instead of lashing out on you he gets quiet. self-destructive. unless you pull him back in with something soft — a touch. a word. a look. then he clings like a shadow.

he makes you things with his hands. little wood carvings, origami, folded napkin animals — he fidgets constantly, and you’re the outlet.

his hands don’t stop moving, so they move for you. you’ll come home and find a tiny heart made of safety pins on your nightstand. he won’t mention it, but he’ll watch to see if you notice.

he always asks for reassurance, but never directly. he’ll say things like, “you still like having me around, right?” or “you’d tell me if i was being too much?” and it breaks your heart a little, because he’s so desperate not to be a burden. you always answer the same way: “you’re my favourite person.”

can’t fall asleep without saying goodnight the same exact way. it doesn’t matter how late it is, how exhausted he is, how bad the day was — he has to say it. same tone, same words, same kiss on your temple. if he doesn’t it eats at him. he’ll lie awake, heart racing, staring at the ceiling like something terrible’s going to happen because he broke the pattern.

refuses to let anyone else drive you anywhere. he doesn’t care if it’s your friend, your boss, your own damn parent — if he can’t be the one driving, he’s deeply uncomfortable. he’ll sit by the door with his keys, ready to go.

has ‘rules’ for loving you. like brushing your hair off your face with his left hand only. or always kissing you three times before you leave. he doesn't need to do it — he has to. if he breaks the pattern, his brain tells him something bad will happen to you.

saves every single voicemail and text you send. even the dumb ones. especially the dumb ones. he replays your old voicemails when he’s spiraling.

he screenshotted the first time you said “i miss you” and keeps it in a locked photo album. you’re proof that something good happened to him once.

gets overstimulated easily, but hides it around you. if the lights are too bright, the room’s too loud, someone’s tapping a pen too much — he’s unraveling inside.

but if you’re talking to him? smiling? holding his hand? he’ll grit his teeth through it, just to stay in your orbit a little longer.

has a favorite version of you, but it’s not what you’d think. it’s not when you’re dressed up, or being cute, or saying nice things. it’s when you’re sleepy. messy. barely awake and murmuring nonsense with your face squished into his chest.

“you’re not real,” you mumbled once. “i made you up.” he still thinks about that. hopes it’s not true. but if it is? he’s glad you dreamed him.

collects your words like scripture. if you ever say something sweet to him, he will not forget. he repeats it to himself, over and over, like a mantra.“you’re safe with me.” ,, “you’re not too much.” ,, “i like you exactly the way you are.” he mouths the words in the mirror. sometimes he believes them.

panics if he forgets anything about you. can’t remember your shoe size? his heart races. doesn’t know if you take your coffee with sugar that day? hands start shaking.

his whole sense of safety is tied to knowing you. so if anything slips, it feels like the whole foundation is cracking.

he loves you in patterns. in rituals. in coffee orders and folded blankets and kisses placed in the exact same spot on your shoulder every night.

gets annoyed when you shower without him. he doesn’t even want to do anything — he just sits on the toilet lid with his chin in his hand while you’re in there like, “you left me out here alone for twenty-three minutes.” you open the door to steam and a pouty six-foot weapon of a man sulking.

gets weirdly quiet when you’re on your phone too long. not mad. just a little neglected. you look up and he’s just sitting there like a sad cat, hoping you’ll notice. you say “benny, you okay?” and he melts like, “...m’here. just waitin’.”

clings after arguments like his life depends on it. doesn’t matter if it was something small or serious. once things settle, he’s already reaching for you, forehead pressed to your collarbone. “not mad anymore.” he murmurs. translation: don’t leave me.

keeps weapons stashed in every room ‘just in case.’ under the bed. behind the fridge. in your car’s glove box.

memorized your ex’s face and car within the first week. he won’t say what he did with that information. but he didn’t like how they looked at you at the grocery store that one time. he made sure it wouldn’t happen again.

he hates parties.not because he’s antisocial, because he can’t relax when you’re in a room full of strangers.

he’s watching everyone — every glance, every shift, every hand that moves too close. he stands behind you the whole time, hand at your lower back, barely talking to anyone.

texts you “where are you?” even when he knows where you are. he saw you leave. he knows you’re at work or running errands or at the gym. but he still needs to hear you say it. needs the proof. the reassurance. you say “i’m fine, benny,” and he responds with “miss you.” (you’ve been gone 20 minutes.)

calls you his “person.” not partner. not babe. just “my person.” says it in a tone that sounds more like my reason for breathing.

won’t let you walk on the street side of the sidewalk. you’ve tried switching sides — he’ll switch with you immediately. doesn’t matter where you’re going. doesn’t matter if the road is empty. “nope,” he’ll mutter, hand on your hip. “you don’t get hit. not on my watch.”

he has a folder on his computer labeled “them.” inside: blurry security cam screenshots of you walking alone at night (yes, he tapped into feeds), saved texts from people who’ve upset you, and a detailed list of names he keeps tabs on. you don’t know it exists.

takes everything as a threat. you flinch at a loud noise? he’s already scanning the room. someone bumps into you too hard in a crowd? he steps between you like a human wall. you say “i don’t feel safe,” and he’s already reaching for his coat.

he doesn’t yell unless someone talks down to you. he’ll take endless shit from people when it’s about him. but the second someone disrespects you? his voice goes sharp. dark. you see it flip in his eyes like a switch — “you wanna repeat that to me?” and suddenly the room’s ice cold.

he’ll sit in complete silence beside you while planning murder in his head. someone made you cry? he holds your hand gently, rubs circles into your palm, kisses your wrist — and behind his eyes, he’s already figured out the five best ways to ruin their life.

he keeps track of your patterns better than you do. you get headaches before rain? he brings you meds before you mention it. your trauma responses show in tiny shifts? he spots them immediately and gets you out of the room.

he might be unstable, but when it comes to protecting you — he’s the most focused man alive.

stares at your contact name before calling you, like he’s bracing himself to hear your voice. thumb hovering over the screen, eyes soft and far away. sometimes he doesn’t even call. just stares. like maybe that’s enough to survive another hour.

doesn’t know how to be casual. you say “i like your shirt” and he’ll buy five more. you compliment his cologne once? he never uses another one again. every word you say means something to him.

loves when you wear his clothes a little too much. he acts all chill but inside he’s screaming. watching you walk around in his hoodie with the sleeves over your hands? ruined. he has to sit down.

he has no idea what a normal reaction is. you get a weird DM? he’s already tracking the IP address. you trip and scrape your knee? he’s acting like you got shot. “you’re bleeding.” he mutters, completely still. “baby, it’s a scratch—”

gets scary quiet when you’re in danger. like full military-mode, voice low and flat. grabs your hand. pulls you behind him. “stay down. don’t move. don’t look.” and you listen — because in that moment, he’s not your sweet clingy ben. he’s the weapon the government built.

has trauma responses built around you. you’re late? his hands start shaking. you stop responding? he spirals. he doesn’t just worry— he catastrophizes. his brain jumps to body bags. blood. everything he’s lost before.

so when you walk through the door, totally fine, he just grabs you. holds you so tight it hurts. “don’t do that to me again,” he whispers. “please.”

doesn’t forgive people who hurt you. ever. you may move on. he won’t. he keeps the memory. files it away like a grudge on ice. and if he ever gets the chance to settle the score? he’ll do it without blinking.

knows all your “tired” cues. you yawn a certain way when you’re really worn out vs. just sleepy. you go silent when your brain’s overwhelmed. so he’ll quietly turn the lights down, warm up your hoodie, and run a bath without you even asking.

obsessively keeps the place safe. deadbolts, alarms, cameras, backup flashlights, reinforced doors. not because he’s paranoid. because you live there. and nothing — nothing — is allowed to hurt you where he sleeps.

he does not know how to regulate jealousy. like. at all. you compliment someone? he’s quiet for hours. you laugh too hard at someone’s joke? he stares them down until they suddenly remember they have somewhere else to be.

he gets clingy after. full body contact. face buried in your shoulder. won’t let go. “you like me better, right?” you tease him and say “maybe…” his whole face drops. “dont.”

and if he sees them in public, he’s pulling you closer with a hand on your waist like mine. mine. mine.

he repeats the same three phrases every time you’re hurt. like it’s a spell: “you’re safe.” “you didn’t do anything wrong.” “i love you so much it hurts.”

he checks in constantly. not just “are you okay?”but “did you eat today? do you need quiet or company? can i hold your hand right now, or just sit near you?”

[kaizokuserenity]

THE CLIMACTIC BOSS BATTLES IN WANO ARE SO FIRE HELP MMY HEART 😵😵😵😵🔥🔥🔥😍😍😍😍😍

[stormblessed95]

Lets talk 3 moments. 1) JM said He, Hobi & Jin went to a escape room & JK quickly asked JM ONLY, when you did you to go a escape room & why was it you three & how quick Hobi explained to JK why they went. 2) JK said he was upset about JM playing his songs for others & Hobi quickly said to JK, I happened to be there. Why does Hobi keep explaining himself? 3) JM couldn't remember a celeb & JK jumped up annoyed & members said hes away from you & JM said hes in trouble? Okay. Peak BF energy moments.

Ooo I see your examples, and imma add to them too! Peak boyfriend energy behavior post! It's needed. Lol but also first, with your first example, quick side tangent because it always makes me laugh when things become super apparent that people don't watch the behinds of run episodes unless it comes from their ship timelines 😅 Jimin and Jin had mentioned that the 3 of them (plus hobi) had gone to the horror escape room multiple times, not just the the one time during the main run episode that everyone now talks about. But that's here, with JK asking Jimin why/when they went in a lowkey offended he doesn't know something about Jimin tone lol and Hobi saying it's just because everyone else was busy except the 3 of them at the time.

The other 2 times it was mentioned during run bts behinds here. And it seemed like a Karmy OP posted back in Summer 2017 about seeing the 3 of them at an escape room as well, so that's probably when that happened.

Your second example. Jungkook offended and teasing Jimin about being upset at not hearing Jimins songs when Sope both have (one because I'm pretty sure we are either getting a miniminiz subunit or a prod. Suga on Jimins album perhaps) and Hobi again saying its just because he was already at the company and RM ramping up the teasing and poking JK with the Jimin clearly likes Jhope the best then stick. Lmfao

Jungkooks BETRAYAL lmfao and Jimins calm "yup, I'm in trouble" 😅🤣🤣🤣 it's giving "I mixed up my facts and now I'm in the doghouse" LMFAOOO

But literally right after that game, betrayal forgotten, moment forgiven, the magnets back in action pulling each other back into orbit lol

And more examples. Lol Jimin wanting rice but giving flustered and not wanting to ask for it, so Jungkook asks for some instead so Jimin can then still get his rice

Wearing Jungkooks sweater to bed

"Do you want me to come over?" That tone, everything about this moment. Peak boyfriend tone and energy

I melted

Waiting to go home together

Their body language together. How they orient themselves around and towards each other when they are near in ways they don't do with anyone else. When they are sitting away in other seats, facing towards the front. When they are sitting next to each other. They turn into each other and lean towards each other. They just gravitate into each other and that is VERY BOYFRIEND OF THEM

The way I could keep going and list more moments. So many moments. They just give off such boyfriend energy so often. Lol its adorable and beautiful

[mogruith]

Ooo fun question!

My OC is a Sword Dancer of Eilistraee and the first time around I followed this video which is basically a swords bard with a little Cleric flavor.

On my last playthrough, post Patch 7 release, I decided to try out this mod which is a Cleric class than can use WIS or CHA as their main stat and spell casting ability. I chose the CHA version as it fit my character better.

If you don't mind a little bit of jank (missing icons) and that it's a little OP, the class mod is a lot of fun and has some beautiful animations.

To those playing a fellow Eilistraeen in BG3: What classes do your Tavs and Durges have? Cleric or maybe even Paladin? Fighter or Bard? Do you multi class? Would like to hear some ideas. ╰(*´︶`*)╯

Last time I went with Cleric, Tempest domain. ⚡️

[drill-teeth-art]

What kind of music does everyone in your TF au like?

Ooo! Fun question! Not everyone in the continuity’s taste, but here’s some summaries and songs from my character playlists.

Starscream: Often brooding and also often very pretty. Dancing Queen by ABBA is its favorite.

Hook: Dentistcore to 80s hits with very little inbetween. His favorite is Physical by Olivia Newton-John.

Mixmaster: His taste in music is all over the place. The Danhausen Show from AEW and Maneater by Daryl Hall & John Oates are his favorites.

Astrotrain: Songs about trains. Train by Danny Gonzalez is their favorite.

Motormaster: Loud and exciting. Lots of wrestler themes. Some songs from musical theater too. Battle Cry from AEW is his favorite.

Breakdown: Varying degrees of existential music. Community Gardens by The Scary Jokes & Louie Zong is their favorite.

Skyfire: Very particular aesthetic that’s tricky to name. Waltz in E Major, Op. 15 “Moon Waltz” by Cojum Dip, Cult of Personality by Living Colour, and Born Under A Meteor by Everything Everything are some of his favorites.

Shrapnel: Beautiful yet haunting, sometimes in a way that’s hard to describe. Home by Villagers is its favorite.

Rumble: Music with romantic themes. Sometimes about the way love stings and sometimes the way it heals. Also assorted bits of music that don’t fit that theme, but he just likes. I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) by Whitney Houston is his favorite.

Frenzy: Nostalgic in a way even though the music isn’t all that old. Exciting and fast songs preferred. Call Me, Beep Me! the Kim Possible theme is one of their favorites.

Enemy: Songs about being lost and songs about being bad and songs about being free. Cherry Bomb by The Runaways is her favorite.

Swindle: Decently wide variety of songs, all with varying levels of the theme of seeking freedom. Material Girl by Madonna is their favorite.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 7 Passion

(Spoilers below)

-Alya is sus of this Marinette suddenly simping over chat noir

-Marinette explains the logic (but it’s ACTUALLY THIRST)

-“Uh, he’s in love with ladybug…” “Same thing” “But he doesn’t know that and you can’t tell”

-Alya tired of this lol. Give this girl a medal

-Okay so I’m gonna say this, Alya is a good friend, I would not be coherent and hearing out my friend before 8 am.

- And she left with her PJ’s (I enjoy this Alyanette)

-GOOD GRAVY THE THIRST ON THESE TEENS!

-Adrien waking up thinking about Marinette.

- Adrien really having a simp morning routine is beautiful

-Plagg really like “Stop this simping” but it ain’t working

-okay who the f*** is this white tampon? Talking like he is cooking Adrien breakfast on the daily?

-Nathalie is worried.

-Nathalie calling Gabriel out on not knowing his son, yet Gabriel acting all chummy. It’s so weird!

-Nathalie really just full of fire today and I love it.

-Adrien too busy simping Marinette to notice.

-Adrien sees the ring and thinks they are a couple.

-Nathalie is like every Adrien stan on this site “I’m only doing this for Adrien”

-I just realized, Adrien thinks he is starting to have a family. Baby boy

-And ARM BAR!

POG

- Nathalie giving Gabe that verbal ass whooping was beautiful. But then Gabe shows he got cataclysmed and was dying.

-damn that’s some emotional blackmail. Well played tampon man.

-“I should get Marinette a ring!” “You gonna propose?” The funny thing is… if this was like a season ago. He could have done that and she would have said yes.

- “poems are for cheese” Plagg is best character

-There is 0 straight answer for Nathalie saying Emilie’s name

-“My dear Nathalie “ Emile says it better

-Adrien my sweet sunshine. You are precious and just reinforcing why Nathalie is going to commit war crimes

-Wait was Nathalie Indiana Jones with Gabriel!?

- Oh! I get it now. Nathalie and Gabriel were both in love with Emilie

-So Nathalie is basically saying I will get akumatized to deliver the promise (both Gabe and Nathalie lying to the other. Good stuff)

-Welp, Marinette still isn’t over Adrien. She still mumbles and fumbles. So good news there. It’s not a reversal.

-And Adrien goes from simping to sad thinking about what’s going on with Nathalie.

-Marinette being a good person

-and from sad to simping again. Adrien has two emotions XD

-And Marinette really be like “No one told me what to do once sempai noticed me!”

-Plagg suddenly cares that s*** is going wrong? I’m sus of this. (Plagg meeting Tikki to talk is cute tho)

-Tikki really be like “don’t worry my holder is a mess”

-Damn Tikki! She really letting Marinette out to dry like that!

-Ooo her akuma name is safari! And she is going to use her old outfit.

-okay THAT WAS A COOL ASS AKUMATIZATION

-Also Safari is a baddie

-OH NO! She has the Goat! She can make all her gear!

-SIX POWERS!!? WTF OP!!!

-oh damn, the hunt is on!!!

-Chloe is hilarious.

-Marinette, Your simping is showing

-OOOOH Now I get it

-LADYBUG NO! Your simping will doom us all!

-Ohh stun darts. That’s not good.

-Looks like chat noir is gonna carry today

-“This is harassment!” Him dodging arrows

-Chat noir earning MVP today!

-the dart hits the statues butt! Chat noir figured out what it does!

-OHHH THE ARROW HAD VENOM!

-Okay so Genesis, venom, Fetch, and Mirage. What are the other two powers?

-Plagg pointing out what happened and telling Adrien he loves him

-Marinette scared she lost her miraculous but Chatnoir explaining the situation AND the plan WHICH MEANS!!!!

-Kwami swap (but will it erase my hatred of Reflekdoll?)

-wait… Is Adrien really thinking about the wish!? Oh damn!!!

-Marinette explaining how the wish would basically do an equivalent exchange, meaning IT WOULD just alter it not fix.

-Damn that sucks

- NOW THE KWAMI SWAP!

-Ladynoire more like Ladysimp!

-“Don’t flatten my partner’s Gorgeous face!”

-Safari got a whip, now watch her Nae Nae… I will see myself out

-“My suit has a weird influence on you!” XD

-Safari just Made Monarch shut up. MAX LEVEL

-MISTERBUG lucky charm!

-Did… Adrien figure out the lucky charm by himself? Hold on,

- Ladynoire can’t control her simping.

-THIS IS WHAT I WANTED FROM A KWAMI SWAP! THIS RIGHT HERE

-This was a battle of thirst and Marinette wins easy

- MISTERBUG being adorable

-MARINETTE CONTROL YOUR THIRST (she just Rawred)

-I can feel the physical manifestation of the facepalm

-Nathalie is there only one I trust with Adrien as his guardian (and Gorilla)

__________________________________________

I now dub this the Anti-Reflekdoll episode.

It is everything I wanted and more.

I do wish they didn’t try to make Gabriel sympathetic. But I loved the episode

Nathalie being an absolute best character

The kwami swap done right

THE SIMPING

Beautiful

9.5/10

[almalvo]

STAR TREK: ENTERPRISE S4E22 "These Are The Voyages"

Enclosed is my very reception to the Finale. My final words are found at the end of this post.

im shaking im yhelling the title of the episode- oh my god this is their final curtain oh my god RIKER EXCUSE ME YOU CANT JUST DO THAT SIR TNG AAAAAAAA ITS THE LAST TIME ILL HEAR THIS OP NOOOOOOO ITS BEEN A LONG ROAD FUCK TO GET FROM THERE TO HERE I GOT FAITH I GOTTTTT FAAAIIIIIIITHHHHHHHHHHHHHH INTOOOO THEEEEE HEEEEEAAAAAARRRRRRTTTTT TNG ENTERPRISE OH MY GOD SEEING UPDATED GRAPHICAL TNG ENTPERISE OH MY GOD THE LUNCHROOM DEANNAAAAA oh my god i missed riker's smile that fucking SMILE IN HIS EYES THOUGH oh my god these uniforms this TREE of a fucking man oh my god oh my god whip lash between ENT and TNG this hurts me oh my god… this hurts me , how old this makes me impossibly feel its playing with my heart so much oh fuck me im cr;yinggggggggg imi fuckign CRYINGGG and its oknly been like 5 MINUTES into the episode im gonna miss you shran this is so weird to see TNG and ENT uniforms simultanously man this is so ENT grew a little in classic presentational style trek has done literally since TNG but it still feels veryyyy TNG much like how DS9 and VOY all also felt very TNG in film feel

and reminds me of just how far into the past this show took place… archer thinks there will be another enterprise… it wont be the same? no we will remember each and every enterprise. each and every one of them … TUCKER….. NO. YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT TROI. NO WHAT THE FUCK DID YALL DO TO TRIP. NO…. archer is cute? he is hes a big swimming retriever. man something is so sad about this episode - how they are now a virtual museum artifact of the past… t'pol talks and moving and expressing so not vulcan-like proves how much she has changed and grown as a vulcan its so.. wow. she talks so dynamically. trip. trip dont say that… papa shran huh weyoun always and forever… … dont … dont tell me shran goes like this….

ooo nice teamwork with ENT crew and then theres Riker XD SAVE HIM ARCHER GET HIM no… im so nervous im so nervous about the aftermath of the ENT crew… shran being nice is odd XD DATAAAAAAA DAAATTAAAAAAAAAAAA I MISISSSEDDD YOUUU trip is nice tho i wont lie i like this cooking montage but also this is the first time we see the chef… you cant tell me that riker was the … damn chef the whole time ….. why… why did something have to happen to trip….

oh my god trip's desperation to save his captain… his best friend…. god the panic in trip… this long haired villain has a very expressive voice and fitting voice his expressions are so good ….. ………………………. trip…… ………… trip……………. …………………………………….. tucker…………………………………. ………….. tucker please……………….. ….

.. archer's white collar and the braids of his cuffs… phlox's fucking smile. the first of him. and the last of him. HUGGGYYYYYYYYYY GASP A HUGGGGGGG oh my goddd.. stoppp it doesnt make not crying any easier jumpsuit speech… OH M;Y GOD ITS THE STAR TREK TOS THEEMEMEEEE OH M;Y GOD THE ENDING MONOLGOGUEEE THE WAY THEY DID ITTT HO M;;Y GOID THE WAYYYY THEY DID THAT OH M;Y GOD THE THREE ERAS THE VOICES THE THREE ENTERPRISES OH M;Y BKHUGOCDU4EA4U8HG05 JHHP--- -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

The tears just … came. seeing all that it was…. hearing all that it was… the past was greeting us into the future it made for us all to cherish. short as it may have been - for what it gave, and aside from its tragedy, justified or not, for all that is was and all that came after - this was a beautiful ending. I love this series. Star Trek: Enterprise is a beautiful addition to the Star Trek family. out of all the classic star trek series, with TOS at the base, Star Trek: Enterprise has earned its place as my second favourite classic Star Trek series. It has made its mark. And a mark I will not ever forget. Quick as the finale may have been - it left me with implications and feelings of overwhelming love. And when I thought it not possible -

I love Star Trek.

Even more.

And through these yet unending tears I say -

Thank you for what you have given us and for allowing us to follow along on even a part of your legendary unprecedented journey; among the stars; among our most faithful hearts who believe and will take us wherever it takes us - from there to here.

Farewell, Star Trek: Enterprise.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

@kaleidoscopr

[fruitcoops]

Hi, Eve

Rose here from yesterday, thank you very much for the Birthday message, I wasn't expecting you to read it let alone reply but I was looking for Coops kids Birthday fluff specifically. It doesn't matter if you don't have time however as I don't want to be a bother.

Hello Rose, and happy (belated) 20th birthday! Sorry for the wait--I really wanted to get this one right to celebrate such an important number. I hope your day was absolutely fantastic! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Stella is an OC

Combined with asks for Sirius lightly making fun of Remus' accent and Remus yelling at a game show (@nazar4114)

“Medusa!” Stella shouted with all the force in her thirteen-year-old lungs. Remus leaned forward on the couch. “Medusa!”

The front door opened with a creak. “I’m h—”

“Yes!” they cheered in unison as Nicole answered correctly. Remus turned and gave Stella a double high-five, feeling his heart squeeze at the vivid joy on her round face. “Good guess.”

“I knew she was gonna get it,” Stella said with a pump of her fist as she turned back to the show and folded her legs underneath her.

“Gonna,” a familiar deep voice mimicked from the doorway. Paper bags rustled before footsteps stopped behind the couch; Remus tilted his chin up without sparing a glance, and Sirius pressed a laugh-laced kiss to his cheek before dropping one on Stella’s head as well. “You sound too much like your dad.”

“Love you, too,” Remus said wryly.

“I’ll take ‘Myths and Moths’ for 400, please.” Nicole’s voice snapped his attention back to the screen, and Stella narrowed her eyes.

“Daily Double!” the automated voice announced. Stella gasped; Remus bit his lower lip. “This mythical shield was wielded by Athena, and is sometimes said to be made of goat skin.”

“Aegis,” Stella whispered, then raised her voice. “It’s the Aegis, Nicole. You know this.”

“We know you do,” Remus said, scooting forward. “You just guessed whose head is on it.”

Nicole’s buzzer went off with two seconds to spare. “What is the Aegis?”

“Hell yeah!” Stella whooped.

Remus turned to her and raised his eyebrows. “Excuse you.”

“Sorry.”

“Are you two going to do this the whole afternoon?” Sirius asked from the kitchen, obviously amused. “We might need to get the neighbors some noise-cancelling headphones.”

Stella blew a dark lock of hair out of her eyes as she flopped her head back. “It’s almost final Jeopardy, papa. We have, like, ten minutes.”

Sirius blinked at her, then shook his head. “I swear you two share genes.”

“Ope, you caught me,” Remus said over the noise of the commercial break. “When I was 20 and had literally never left Wisconsin, I went and had a secret kid in Maine who looks terribly like you just so that someone would watch Jeopardy reruns with me thirteen years later. Oops.”

“It’s the truth,” Stella said with great gravity. “I remember.”

“Mon dieu,” Sirius muttered, though he couldn’t keep a smile down. He had never been able to hide around Stella, not once in the three years since they had adopted her. It was one of the things Remus loved most about him. “By the way, nobody under the age of fourteen is allowed in the kitchen for the next…hour. Ish.”

Stella squirmed around until she could rest her arms on the back of the couch. “What if I get thirsty?”

“I’m sure you can invoke birthday privileges and ask your dad to get something for you.”

“Birthday privileges?” Remus scoffed. “Nobody in this house has a birthday today. Yours was last month, and mine’s in March.”

“It’s my birthday,” Stella said.

“What? No, it’s not.”

“Yeah-huh.”

“Your birthday is in June.”

“It’s today.”

“Or maybe July?”

“It’s today, in December, when there’s snow,” she insisted, throwing herself back against the pillows. “Come on, dad, that’s not funny anymore.”

Remus raised his eyebrows. “Is somebody too old to find their poor old dad amusing now? Can you go back to being twelve so somebody will laugh at my jokes again? I know, I know, we're super lame compared to all your friends’ parents—”

“So lame,” Sirius agreed from the kitchen.

“—but I like to think we get one more year of pre-teen cuteness before the teen angst takes over.”

Stella sat up again with a groan. Looking at her, Remus saw a mix of himself and Sirius that had always baffled him, considering they had adopted her comparatively late in her life; beneath it was something uniquely Stella. Maybe it was her double-jointed elbows, or the board-straightness of her hair next to their curls, but there was no mistaking that she was her own person through and through. He loved that about her. “I’m not going to be a terrible teenager.”

Sirius poked his head around the edge of the kitchen—his nose was adorned with a smudge of flour. “Can I record that for future use?”

“Non.”

“Ooo, using the French,” Remus hissed. “That transformation is already beginning.”

“It’s not like you were bad teenagers, right?” She settled upside-down on the couch with her flamingo-patterned socks high in the air.

“I almost convinced Grandma to let me dye my hair blue, but otherwise I was pretty good.”

“I was terrible,” Sirius laughed. “I didn’t talk to anybody for a solid three years.”

Stella frowned. “How? I think I’d die if I did that.”

“He’s stubborn,” Remus stage-whispered.

“I heard that.”

Stella suppressed her laughter as best she could, but she was about as good at hiding her emotions around them as Sirius was. She didn’t really giggle—the amount her voice had deepened over the past three years always gave Remus whiplash—but her laugh had the same cadence as it did the first day they heard it. While Stella had been quiet at first, it only took love and time to bring her out of her shell. Within a year she settled into their lives like she was always meant to be there.

A thoughtful look crossed her face. “This is my last year before high school.”

“Does it feel different?”

“Not really.” She paused, then shrugged. “And a little. I don’t feel older. It just feels like there’s stuff I won’t get to do anymore.”

“And a lot more you will get to do.” Sirius left his dishtowel on the counter before joining them on Stella’s other side. “You can drive soon, you’ll get a longer curfew, you get more freedom…”

“I guess.”

“What are you going to miss?” Remus asked as she toyed with the hem of her shirt. It was a basic Lions FAN jersey; he was fairly sure she bought it to be ironic. That, and she only wore one of theirs if she was upset with the other, or if one needed a boost at a game.

“I dunno.” A few beats of silence passed. “My classmates. My team. It feels like everything’s going to turn upside down.”

“You can still keep in touch with your friends, and I bet your team won’t be too different,” Sirius said quietly. “Even if it does, that doesn’t mean you have to give all of them up. People change in different ways. They come and go on their own time.”

“There’s going to be a lot of upside-downs over the next couple years, kid.” Remus offered her a smile. “But you’re going to be just fine.”

“You two sound like such dads right now.”

“This might shock you, but that’s because we are.”

The corner of her mouth tugged up and she lolled her head to the side to look at Sirius. “Is the cake done?”

“Fifteen more minutes.”

“Will you watch final Jeopardy with us?”

“What’s the category?”

“US Presidents.”

Sirius exhaled through his nose, but nodded. She grinned and turned herself upright to snuggle against his arm. “You just enjoy watching me lose.”

---------------------------

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Sirius called from the kitchen.

“On three,” Remus said, raising his phone camera. “One, two, three!”

“Happy birthday to you,” over a dozen voices sang. They were off-tempo and so out of key the composer was probably spinning in his grave, but Stella’s clear joy didn’t waver for a millisecond even as her cheeks reddened. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Stella, happy birthday to you!”

Finn, of course, dragged out the last note. So did Leo, Logan, Kasey, James, Lily, and Talker in varying degrees of awful harmony attempts. It was terrible, and beautiful. “Make a wish,” Sirius said softly as he set the cake down and stepped back. His eyes were the brightest quicksilver Remus had seen in many moons.

Stella closed her eyes, took a breath, and blew as hard as she could—the entire room erupted into cheers when all the candles went out. She was laughing and blushing at the same time when Remus turned the lights back on, though the humor won out in the end and she helped pass plates of cake to her many aunts and uncles. Like every year prior, Regulus managed to smear a bit of frosting on her chin, only to immediately deny it with great offense when she noticed. It was becoming a bit of a tradition—one that Remus never grew tired of.

I know what I would wish for, Remus thought as he looked around the table at their patchwork family. Celeste, Dumo, and his own parents had no doubt spoiled their first grandchild with ‘cusp of adulthood’ gifts, and Natalie and Lily would certainly steal her away after cake for some girl time. Finn and Logan would remain the fun uncles while Leo and Regulus kept their thrones as the cool uncles; Stella would interrogate Jules on the intricacies of high school for at least an hour before they destroyed everyone in a snowball fight. The world they built together had a place for everyone.

I would wish for this. This, for us, forever. It wasn’t a bad eternity to imagine.

[whalelover64]

💚 and 💐 for Aster (💐 is just because he's a florist and I'm curious as to what flowers he'd pick for his own bouquet lol), 🍧 and 📸 for Amber, 🙈 and 🎭 for Liza, 🌙 (lol) and 👪 for Faela, and 🌌 and 📎 for Atlas! I hope this isn't overwhelming, I just didn't want to leave any of the main crew out!

Yay! Thank you Sharky! No worries about this being too much, I always welcome all kinds of information for my OCs.

This will be a long one, so hold on tight!

Aster:

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

Aster feels the most comfortable when he eats his purple peaches and cream treats. Growing up, his mom would make him a peaches and cream parfait whenever he has a bad day, which happened too often haha. But a treat made from mom always lifts Aster's spirits.

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

A combination of purple and white flowers such as:

Asters, obviously. Asters are named after the Greek word αστήρ, or known translation astḗri. Their name means star and the aster flower has been known to be the stars of a meadow. They give off all kinds of beautiful purple colors, but can also come in different colors such as pink, yellow, and white! Asters are perfect flowers for the fall, and Aster's birthday is in the peak of the fall season. He was also named after his mother's favorite flower.

Lavender is Aster's favorite flower scent. They're not just a calming scent to have in his mask, but they can be used in all different ways such as tea, potion making, dyes, etc. It's a universally loved plant and his best seller!

Daffodils. They're known for "New Beginnings." Before Aster met Amber, his life was spiraling down a dangerous dark hole. Alone and afraid to reach out, he thought his life would amount to nothing. Now that he's friends with Amber, he can now see his life in a different way that he so desperately needs. A brand new beginning where he can mend broken ties and create new ones to have a more fulfilling life.

I can go on and on, but the character count for this post will fill up before I get to the next one!

Amber:

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

Amber has a pink stuffed penguin named Slushi that she had received from an anonymous donor when growing up in the orphanage. It was her only gift from any birthdays, winter celebrations, etc. and plans to make it a family heirloom. If it gets lost or shredded to oblivion, being beyond devastated would be an understatement.

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what’s their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

OOO, Amber is very photogenic! Any photo op she would do all kinds of fun poses that is appropriate at the moment such as raising up a drink in a restaurant, pretends to "fall off" near a cliffside, or being goofy in a party. She also likes doing selfies with friends, with or without their permission.

Liza:

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don’t want to show other people?

Liza, despite being an asshole dragon and owning The Bitch title, she genuinely doesn't want others close to her getting hurt. Even if she does throw the punches, it's not the to point where they have to be hospitalized. Liza chose to leave her old life behind from the far away lands and wanted to be a strong stoic protector of human kind. But she ain't a pushover and won't tolerate bullshit on the human side either.

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what’s different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

Much like above, Liza likes to act as the mean older sister of the GangTM. Bossy, teasing her friends, tends to get away with shit, the usual. However, if anyone outside of the group gets hurt in anyway, she will go from mean sibling to protective sibling and will do anything to make sure it never happens again. Especially with other dragon kind, she does not hold back on beings that can take a few punches from Liza.

Faela:

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

I'm doing this one first. Faela, unfortunately, has a broken family dynamic. Her mother is her fairy side of the genetics, but she has been abusive to Faela and her older sister since they are half werewolves. Her mom has somewhat tolerated her dad (who is a werewolf) up until when Faela was a little girl, the mom then divorced the dad and forbade him to see his children. She then neglected Faela and her sister and would lock them up in their rooms whenever there was a full moon. Faela and her sister were forced to become street kids for a good while, until an investigator acknowledge their situation. The investigator helped them get out of their mother's custody and back with their dad who is 100x better with raising the kids.

Up until present, Faela has a good relationship with her older sister and dad. They have cut the mother out of their lives and has been living a fairly normal life.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc’s greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

Faela's greatest wish is to become what the investigator has done to Faela and her family. She wants to be the greatest criminal investigator to help people's lives and be the reason for their great turnarounds. Faela will take any challenge in order to sharpen her skills as an investigator.

Atlas:

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

The Phoenix is one of my favorite mythological creatures. In fact, I've had a Phoenix OC all the way back in middle school named Aureus Ignis, which meant Golden Flame in Latin. Atlas is pretty much the recycled version of this OC, a Phoenix with golden feathers with hints of yellow, orange, and red.

I really love the idea of a Phoenix being worshipped as a god. If you're a good person, the Phoenix can send you to Elysium where you can either retire from life on earth and/or be reborn to another life of your choosing. If you're a bad person, your soul would either be reborn without your choosing, sent to the nether world, or devoured by the Phoenix.

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

Cherry nuts are Atlas' go-to treat! They're hard-shelled nuts with a brilliant red color. One hard crack and they open to reveal a more darker red nut inside. The flavor is more on the sweeter side and has a slight resemblance of actual cherries. Cherry nuts are commonly used for salads or yogurt cups, and are often seen as decorations for winter celebrations.

Thank you for reading and making these suggestions! I've had so much fun brainstorming and researching to talk about my OCs. I can't wait to do more in the future! :)

[this-is-ally-and-im-confused]

hihi ally <3

i’m thinking of a umich date, like maybe something cute like a carnival date or even like stargazing/watching the sunset !! just someone who gives you major cuddly, soft, shy boy that gives you teddybear vibes and ooo maybe a bit taller than me cause i’m like 5’6 almost <3

much love babe 💗

Hi hi love! Sorry for the wait!

I ship you with........Luke Hughes.

He is just tall enough to make you feel tiny but not a absolute giant like OP. I feel like he’d really compliment your style and your attitude. Basically, he is the perfect hype man. Always matching your vibe. He's literally a shy teddy bear boyfriend Also, I think he would like your ability to absolutely roast his older brother Jack.

Anywho,

*magical first date time!*

Luke’s hand found yours. When your fingers interlocked you could see the rosy tint fall across his cheeks. He was nervous.

Almost as nervous as he was when he asked you out.

The lights shown in beautiful shades of neon. Music filled your ears. The sky was dark, the air was slightly cold, but it was the perfect way to wrap up a day of activities and sun. You and Luke had been out since lunch.

It was a perfect first date. The carnival was in Michigan to finally kickoff summer. Honestly, you couldn’t picture going with anyone else.

A particularly cold breeze caused you to shiver harder. Luke immediately stripped out of his hoodie and handed it to you.

“Luke, I can’t take this!” You shrieked.

He shrugged. His hands reached up to pull it over your head.

“Can’t have my hot date freezing.” He replied.

You looked up at him with a smile, and reached up to place a kiss on his cheek. He murmured something about his blush keeping him warm. And the two of you walked to the Ferris Wheel.

*carnival date Moodboard*

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

OPE going right for it Buck xdd

Awww Maddie :'ooo 😭😭😭❤️💔❤️❤️

She just wants someone to be there for him :'(( :') 😭 <333

Not used to it, like Eddie said :(?

OHH wait no probably that he's not in a coma!!!

Yeah 😭😭😭❤️

Slay move to have ptsd (I say that have genuinely like it may not be quite that severe to be full on ptsd lol) over the coma instead of the accident that caused the come xD

Aww Buck 😭😭❤️ :'( :')

Awww text Bobby :'))) 😭😭😭😭❤️

Buuuuck 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ <333

Aww Bobby :'D

He's doing Wendall's role now :')))

That's amazing <33

Aww, yayy, his ten years of sobriety :'D congrats Wendall :'))) <33

Awww 😭😭😭❤️❤️

Bobbyyy :'))

You're so good at this <333

Ahh there's somebody in the same position :')

<3333 That was beautiful :'))) ❤️❤️🥰

Aww 🥰🥰🥰😭❤️

Nope, he's gonna stay for a bit :')))

Yeahhh it's that guy 😭😭😭❤️❤️ in the same position they were :'))

Bobby's gonna be able to be there for him :'DD

AAHHHH this song toooo 😭😭❤️❤️❤️

Awwww 😭 :')))

Y'all <3333

I hope Bobby can help :')) <33

That was lovely <333