#<- WE TRIED HE HASNT RESPONDED

[theninth09]

theo and liam both constantly trying to prove themselves and expecting punishment.

theos inferiority complex. "because im not a real werewolf?" obviously asked with disdain and insecurity. his voice trembling when he says "i-im not a failure" when the dread doctors classify him as such. his goal of becoming an alpha not because he actually wants power, but because he wants to be stop feeling helpless. he wants to be in control, he wants to stop having to fear that he'll get killed in case he IS a failure. and in s6 he keeps trying to prove himself, to the pack liam this time. liam keeps lashing out (bc hes in denial and telling himself he shouldnt trust or like theo) and theo barely ever reacts, just keeps softly looking at him and never rises to the bait. he wants to be useful, he wants to belong. he wants to be close to liam.

ive already briefly talked about theos relationship with pain in a different post, but just to reiterate: his non-stop provoking words so that people (malia, stiles, liam) punch him, laughing when his bones break, saying "maybe it only responds to pain" about the captured ghostrider and when he said "physical pain becomes manageable." yeah. he definitely got tortured by the dread doctors as punishment. and he probably thinks he deserved it.

liams fear of getting punished/thinking he deserves to be punished. the way he asks "are you mad at me?" with the smallest voice and the saddest look on his face. as if hes used to getting harsh reactions (liams bio dad that we dont know anything about?? yeah.) and in this instance, it wasnt even his fault. his IED wasnt the reason he got into a fight with someone, he didnt even hurt anyone accidentally. liam is the one who got hurt and still, he asks his dad if hes mad, expecting punishment. when hes down in the well and hurts himself punching the wall, he thinks back to his dad telling him that when kids get angry, they either hurt others or themselves. how many times has liam hurt himself during or after an outburst? punishing himself for being the way that he is, for hurting others when he doesnt want to.

liam taking the beating from gabe & nolan is another example of this. thinking hes at fault, that he deserved to get beaten as punishment for bretts and loris death.

in s5b when scott tells him that he hasnt actually apologized yet and liam explains that he feels like he has to do more. that he has to save his life in order to repay him for the damage. and thats probably how most of liams life has been. constantly doing favors, offering help and working himself to the bone trying to atone for what he thinks hes done wrong. the idea of verbally apologizing bringing him shame and guilt, so he just tries to make it better with his actions. even though its not his fault, even though he doesnt have control over it. he just wants to be good. he wants to belong.

[burnedwriter]

‘’love game’’

a/n:i  didnt think this fic was going to take me so long to finish,i apologise for the wait anyways i dont want to waste your time here is the fic.this fic is based off of a playlist on yt called playing tcg with the sumeru men.

warnings:smut mixed with fluff,foursome,c*mswallowing,rough bj,rough s*x,overstimulation,drunk sex,!gender-neutral language used.(had to censore stuff so my post doesnt get community labeled)

MDNI!

Getting invited to Al haitham’s  and kaveh’s house for a friendly tcg duel was better than you thought it would be.Sitting around a table that was used as the arena,with one glass of alcohol in hand and tcg cards on the other.The room filled with laughter and kaveh’s angry yells towards cyno who was sitting across the table,accusing cyno of cheating and hidding cards but in reality he hasnt set up his cards correctly and got unlucky with the dice placements.

‘‘Kaveh stop complaining already’‘Al haitham hissed expressing his annoyance to kaveh’s constant wining of loosing.

‘‘i will stop complaining when i finally win a match’‘kaveh spat back at him as he looked at his cards like he knew what he was doing but he had no clue what he was doing to be exact just so he could make cyno second guess but everyone could see through kaveh and make out that he was pretending.

Their little dispute making you chuckle a bit every time,getting a scoff from kaveh as a respond.

The games kept going through out the night,everyone starting to get drunk but also the tension between cyno and kaveh that never seemed  to extinguish any time soon as cyno was telling shitty puns to a very drunk and angry kaveh putting more gasoline into the fire.After playing for so many hour you got bored of playing tcg so you decide to suggest a change in the rules making the game more interesting.....

‘‘How about we change the game up a bit,im sick of playing over and over again the same thing’‘you spoke up, throwing your cards on table as you exhaled expressing your boredom.The three men raised their eyebrows curious of what you had in mind ready to listen on what you had to suggest.

‘‘what do you suggest then?’‘cyno said looking at you for an answer his cheeks flashed red against his dark complexion from the alcohol making him look quite attractive, but also making you think was it the really alcohol? 

‘‘what if we played strip tcg the more games we loose,the more pieces of clothing accordingly,are you guys in?’‘you said you could feel a mischivious smile that started to form at the idea only as you waited for the men to answer

‘’sure’‘they all said looking at eachother to see if someone disagreed with your suggestion

‘‘Let’s begin the games then’‘you said starting to fix your deck for the upcoming challenges that have yet to come.

Turning out that you had to prepare more,after the challenge started you became the second to last person that had less clothing with the first being to no suprise kaveh yet again.You and kaveh barely holding on as you were both in your underwear while al haitham and cyno havent lost a single piece of clothing.

You tried your best to hide your almost naked figure,al haitham’s gaze felt like daggers were piercing your body ,with each time he looked at you,like you were his prey ready to jump over the table and devour you on the spot but everytime you took noticed of that he would turn his vision away from you and smile like nothing happened.Cyno on the other hand was trying his best not to look at your naked figure as he was closer to you than any of the others.Cyno snaked a hand on your thigh squeezing it softly,catching you off guard you turned to look at him only to see him having a small smile at the corner of his mouth.Lastly Kaveh stubbling over his words as a red line of blush run across his face every time he faced you.

At end the atmosphere in the small room,turned  from a joyful and full of laughs to a lustful and full of lewd sounds one with cards and clothes littering the floor all around as you laid on the table on your back,your legs wrapped around cyno’s waist,as he pounded into you while your hands were occupaid with al haitham’s and kaveh’s cocks, stroking them.They towered over you placing their hands all over your body desperently grabbing parts of your flesh.

You see cyno grabbing your thighs,as his thrust became sloppier and mercilessindicating that he was getting close,his cock brushing against your sweetspot,you feel yourself closer to what would be your first climax of the night,the heat in your lower abdomen ready to snap at any moment,the same could be said for the other two men above you their cocks throbbing against your hand,With one last pump,cyno stained your inside and with al haitham and kaveh covering your exposed skin with white sicky liquid.

‘‘we are not done with you yet’‘Al haitham said pushing you back down on the table as he took notice of you getting up,he gaazed towards cynos direction giving him a sign to change positions.Now al haitham taking cynos place while cyno sat on a chair,getting a full view of the scene.Al haitham slipped in with ease,making you moan loudly and arch your back feeling yourself getting strectched, Unlike cyno,al haitham was girthier streching your walls even more than before.Kaveh’s cock touching your lips you could taste the saltyness from his previous orgasm everytime you licked them,he slowly pushed himself in your mouth slowly keeping his hips still so he doesnt gag you as he hit the back of your throat ,they waited for you to get adjusted to both of them.

After a few minutes of kaveh and al haitham waiting,they started to roll their hips into you in  a matching pace while cyno sitting on the chair,his legs spread,strokinging himself as he watched you.The two men continued to pound into you filling the room with both gagging and the sound of skin slapping.Kaveh getting overwhelmed by the pleasure turning into a moaning mess throwing his head back as he used your throat as his personal fleshlight.al haitham’s abs flexed indicating that he was getting closer.Cyno leaned against the chair throwing his head back covering his eyes with his forearm as he breathed heavily,stroking himself,low groans could be heard comming from him.

Everyone including you were close once again for your second climax of the night and with one last thrust kaveh and al haitham finished inside you with cyno soon after finishing all ove his hand and spilling some of it on the floor.Swallowing every it of kaveh’s cum before pulling  out of your mouth,letting you catch your breath and let you breath normally again.Seeing you try to get up kaveh rushed to your side knowing that you felt sore with al haitham and cyno soon after by your side.

‘‘the bathroom is around the corner let’s hope ‘’someone’‘ left warm water for us to clean ourselves’‘kaveh said antagonising alhaitham a bit in the process as he pointed to the direction of the bathroom,signing upon seeing the messy room as he looked around

‘‘after all of that you still complaining kaveh’‘said al haitham taking himself towards the the bathroom.

‘‘enough with your arguments we need to go and take a shower,here let me help you’‘cyno exclaimed with his usual monotone voice helping you reach the room as your legs were still shaky.With all of you marching  towards the bathroom slowly you started to think,who knows maybe this is a sign for round two....

[generalpalacefishgoop]

You know the posts recently about bbh neg on twter, the timing of it with that going on, makes me want to hurl, they don't give a shit about "victims" or the real issues. They just want to dunk on the next cc they hate using the current "momentum".

You know what, I say let them go ahead and try to "cancel" Bad, really, go ahead. They're just regurgitating shit DSMP fans has said over the years again and again about Bad. Its fcking funny actually. Oh not forgetting they had to invent new ones or ones THAT THEIR FAVES HAVE DONE TOO BTW, to "cancel" Bad. To think I was looking forward to QSMP fans being "healthier" or "better" than DSMP ones, oh boy am I sorely disappointed.

Let them run their mouths about Bad. Cuz I'm 100% sure the CCs , QSMP admins, and Quackity give 0 shit about them. Etoiles knows and has already expressed how he knows that Bad is overly hated by the fandom and how he receives neg on the daily. Despite knowing that, he's still cordial with Bad. And he even expressed how he tries to not be "angry" or "frustrated" at Bad or else the parasocial fucks will come running to "defend" him from "evil" BBH when he has said a million times over that its not a fcking big deal, and hes just expressing himself NOT IN A NEG WAY. but noooo parasocial fucks be like "oh no my skunkrly wrunkly his feelings got hurt oh no" same shit with foolish fans. Fcking blind af. Esp the new ones who hasnt experienced the prank wars in dsmp. Fcking joyless fucks who cant handle a fcking block game that theyre not even playing. But thankfully, Etoiles stopped being so concerned, and well, yk with Foolish lmao same old same old.

(Disclaimer: SOME FANS NOT ALL, IM TALKING ABOUT THE TOXIC PARASOCIAL FUCKS, YES EVEN THE BIG ACCOUNTS ON TWITTER WITH THOUSANDS OF FOLLOWERS. You know who. Big numbers doesn't mean they're more RIGHT. A parasocial fuck is a parasocial fuck. Also, when I say parasocial, I mean the ones who are toxic and project themselves onto the CC. Being parasocial is fine, if it's the healthy kind, if you know what I mean)

I digress, there's no fcking unfollows or subtweets from CCs to Bad, unlike with D or F. In fact, some CCs and CLOSE FRIENDS of Bad's have always praised Bad and defended him TO THIS DAY. If that is not enough of an indication of how unproblematic he is, Idk what else to say. Just fuck off and live a life in constant misery and hatred ig. That's why don't respond to fucks like that. Just mute em. They can yap all they want but it means SHIT ALL if you don't see it. BBH's community is WAY WAY smaller than the whole fandom (and theres wayyy more toxic fucks) so bbhs community saying shit back to the toxic shits will also mean SHIT ALL. They CLEARLY don't watch Bad anyways so what's the point. Better way to deal with this shit is fight the misinformation, that's all. Spread more positivity and give ppl FULL context and CORRECT information. If you see some shit against Bad, report it and send it to whatever ban list qsmp uses. Send it to mods or something. Ik that Bagi's discord has something like that.

Oh but ppl be like /rp or /lh or "it's just my opinion", who gives a shit. Still report them. We're not dumb. The mods or whoever admins are not dumb. That negative toxic fuck smell on it, is fcking obvious enough.

STOP GIVING THEM ENGAGEMENTS. We can happily stay in each others bubbles without ever talking to each other, AND THAT IS FINE. Don't let the negative fucks in. Mute and report them, and I guarantee you, that fcking stranger on the Internet, you'll forget within DAYS. those fuckers won't even exist to you, vice versa.

THEIR WORDS HOLD NO POWER OVER YOU OR THE QSMP COMMUNITY. KEEP THE QSMP COMMUNITY HEALTY AND SAFE. Fuck them toxic shits.

[thedomesticanthropologist]

What would the bg3 companions do if Tav fixed a home-made meal and cleaned up their stuff for them, studio ghibli style?

I had to take quite a bit of time to think on this one because it would vary wildly depending on /when/ this happened. So, I am re-using my favorite scenario that was widely popularized over 20 years ago by the Gundam Wing fandom for fanfiction purposes, and we are going to say:

"The companions find a safe house where they must hole-up for several weeks before a major confrontation/continuing their journey. It provides a needed opportunity for respite and recovery, a moment to breathe in the eye of the storm." timeline: late Act 3

Tav prepares a home-made meal that takes them the entire day to make. Grilled fish fresh from the river, bread from scratch with herbs from the garden folded into it and butter spread across the top. Potatoes from the garden sliced, seasoned, roasted. Chicken caught and killed that very morning and boiled into a stew with pounds of fresh vegetables - and more. Yams, parsnips, salad greens, All they could find in the cellar, in the surrounding abandoned garden and small farmstead they had settled in. The type of meal that filled a table so thoroughly there was almost no place left to sit if one tried to have their meal at the table.

It had been so long since they had a home to care for, and this journey had given precious little time for such things as careful cleaning and cooking. The little cottage was full of delicious smells, a warm fire burned in the hearth and heated the entire space. The companions, who had all been out for the day on various missions, arrived back to find not only this, but more.

All of the clothes laundered, scented with lavender from the garden. All of their armor polished and scrubbed, weapons cleaned, packs tidied. Rooms swept of cobwebs, bedding replaced. Perhaps a little bit of magic had been used, for everything was dry as well as clean. How would they respond?

Gale: Warmth and joy. He breaks out into a huge smile and fills the room with compliments on everything youve done. A stickler for detail and known for his verbosity, he leaves out no single comment nor does he miss the chance to reflect on what each detail reminds him of - his mothers cooking, his home, the soul-brightening joy of fresh bedding pulled tightly over a clean mattress. He would do all of the clean up after dinner, showing his appreciation not only in words but affirming them with his actions as well.

Karlach: She gets choked up. Honestly. "you didnt have to" isnt on her mind at all, shes just incredibly grateful. You get the biggest bear hug and a shuddering voice of gratitude in your ear. It hasnt been just 'so long' since shes had this level of care- she never has. Nothing like this. She will remember this for the rest of her life, no matter how long or short that life may be. You gave her something that healed a part of her permanently.

Wyll: Flushed and flustered. HE would be heavy on the "you shouldnt have- I would have helped! had you only asked-" Embarassed almost, in the way that he responds, as if he feels bad that he hadnt been able to pre-empt this scenario and find a way of doing it for you first. He feels... guilty. Tries to hide it with gratitude. Is a little quieter than usual.

Lae'zel: Asks what you expect in exchange for services rendered. Makes a quip about you being suited for running an inn as much as you are for battle. Clears her plate, then another. Goes a little quiet for a moment. Then: "You didnt need to. A waste of your time to cater to us thusly. (long pause) .... thank you."

Shadowheart: Questions why, wonders if youve done it to soften the blow of some oncoming bad news. Spends most of her time teasing the other companions for their reactions but in a way where its clear that shes guiding them towards more grateful responses. She smiles at you warmly and softly across the table, eyes twinkling. Her gentle teasing of you is filled with subtle offers of repaying the kindness in ways that you will not be able to expect or predict later on so that she may surprise you in kind. Also, to ensure you cannot reject her because you dont know whats coming or when.

Halsin: Very clearly thanks you with direct eye contact. If your relationship is good, he holds both your hands in his and gives them a firm but caring squeeze. All of his feelings are in his eyes and his words are exceptionally heartfelt and to the point. He has no issues with being appreciative or straightforward, and this meant a lot to him. Offers to run your bath for you later, since Gale is doing the dishes. Probably offers to wash your hair. Comes on to you a bit, he cant help it. Heart eyes 1000%

Astarion: Awkward. Uncomfortable. Initially tries to play it off with pomp and flourish, goes to hint that you just wanted to rifle through everyones things while no one was home. Does, actually, double check all of his belongings. You cant fault him for being who he is. Questions you with a deep frown, but waits to do so until he has you cornered in the back of the hallway where he waited for you to come out of the privy. You reassure him, and hes huffy about it. It takes a lot for him to go from accusational to deflated. Laments he cant enjoy the meal you prepared, only to be presented with a live hog in the store room and a bottle of red wine. You didnt forget. He stares, stutters out his gratitude. Does not apologize for grilling you. Body language towards you for the next few days has a distinct affectionate companionability to it. Small genuine smiles half hidden behind wine glasses.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for not telling someone i dont want to be their friend?

in my freshman year of high school, i became part of this friend group with like 12 other people. we had a very active groupchat, always sat together at lunch, etc. this girl, lets call her “J,” would sit with us, but she wasn’t part of the group. she knew two of the people in the friend group from middle school*, so we eventually added her to the gc. over the next couple months, everything was pretty alright. however, myself and a few others in the group slowly started talking to her less and less. there’s nothing wrong with her, it’s just one of those cases of “sometimes in real life there will be people you dont like that much for no reason.” the only real issue was that she’s very self-deprecating, and doesn’t make very many original comments/jokes outside of being self deprecating or complaining about her dad. (ex. one of my friends got the role he wanted for a play, and instead of congratulating him J went on to give a rant about how much she thinks she sucks at theater because she’s never gotten a lead role.) fast forward to now, we’re all sophomores. i never talked to her that much in the first place, but i feel kinda bad that now pretty much None of us talk to her. people don’t respond to her in the gc anymore because all she really does is make us feel bad for her or quote unfunny memes**. i dont think any of us Dislike her, but we dont really like her that much either. nobody has said anything to her because we know she’ll take it super personally. i genuinely want her to make friends who will like her, but she cant do that because shes trying to be part of our group instead. i feel really guilty, like we’re leading her on by not saying anything, but i also dont feel like i should be the one to tell her since i only talked to her for about a month. its really tough because nobody wants to admit that we’d rather she leave us alone, so nobody does anything. i think shes somewhat aware of how we feel, but hasnt left the gc or found different people to sit with at lunch. i really dont know what to do and i feel guilty. am i the asshole for not doing anything?

*she was only acquainted with the people from middle school, they werent close

**kind of related, my friends make fun of me a lot in a joking way (which im totally ok with bc i know them), but J tries to include herself in these jokes by making fun of me too (which makes me uncomfortable, i barely know her). its just kinda weird cos its like. shes not calling me stinky bc she’s joking with me shes doing it bc she wants the approval of the people in the group. its really impersonal

What are these acronyms?

[football-and-fanfics]

The Medic #13 - Kevin de Bruyne

About the series: The Medic is an anthology-like series about the reader working for the medical team of the club. Each chapter will feature a different setting/scenario and a different player.

Who: Kevin de Bruyne Prompt: struggling with an injury Requested by: anonymous Notes with request: I think it would be super cute if he and the medic were together or extra fluffy with each other, but I'm not sure if you allow that in the medic series since it hasnt really been in the others! Either way, I love anything KDB💙 Word count: 624 Warnings: contains description of injury and being upset.

Ever since you started working for Manchester City three years ago, Kevin had always been there. You and him had quickly developed a good connection. It started out with meeting up for drinks outside of work, but it had gradually evolved into the close friendship you two had nowadays.

That made it extra hard for you to see him come off injured today. It looked like a rather serious ankle injury, and from the look on Kevin's face you knew he was taking this hard.

All during the treatment, out on the pitch and now back in one the treatment rooms, Kevin didn't say a word. His gaze was lost somewhere far away, and he looked almost catatonic. He didn't respond to your colleagues, and only barely responded to you.

"Leave us for a minute, please." You turned to your two other colleagues in the room, who left without protest upon your request. You quietly closed the door behind them, leaving you alone with Kevin now.

You watched him where he sat on the floor in the far corner of the treatment room. Some minutes ago he had sank down to the floor there, and hadn't moved a muscle since. The bag of ice that should be cooling his injured ankle lay forgotten beside him. The sight was so sad, and you could only imagine how much this fresh injury was hurting him, both mentally and physically.

"Kev..." You sat yourself down on the floor with him. He stirred minutely at your presence, but nothing more. You waited for a little while to see if he might speak after all, but he remained completely lost in his semi-catatonic state.

"We do need to ice this." You very carefully reached for his foot and placed it in your lap, gently holding the bag of ice against the big lump visible on his ankle. Kevin winced loudly at either the movement or the sudden cold, or both, but it did pull him back to reality a little. He glanced up at you with the most pain-filled, hurt look.

"I don't need this right now." Kevin's voice sounded choked up with emotion. "I don't want this." "Of course not," you answered solemnly, "no one ever wants this to happen." Kevin slowly shook his head. The tears he worked so hard to keep in, threatened to fall now after all. "if this is serious, I can kiss the Euros goodbye." "Come on, don't say things like that yet." You tried to ease him. "We don't know much about the severity of this injury yet. It can still go both ways." Kevin shook his head. "I can just feel this is bad."

You ran your hand over his shin, trying to comfort him. Kevin leaned his head back against the wall and took a shuddering breath. "At least I'm glad you're here with me." "Like I would leave you like this." You smiled softly. "I appreciate that," he mumbled, "I really need the support right now."

You gently lifted his foot out of your lap and lay it back on the ground, before moving to sit next to Kevin. He immediately leaned into you, and rested his head on your shoulder. "Can we just sit like this for a while?" He mumbled brokenly. "Of course we can." You reached for his hand and took it in yours, gently running your thumb over his knuckles.

Kevin finally seemed to calm down a little beside you. "It'll be okay," you mumbled soothingly. "I know." Kevin nodded his head against your shoulder. "But it's just so damn hard to see that right now." "I can imagine that." You ran your fingers through his hair. "But know that I'm always here for you."

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[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 21.

i woke up to johnnie sitting on the bed. he stared down at his phone. his leg was shaking gently, and i could feel the nervous energy radiating off of him.

"Good morning." i say cautiously. "Are you okay?"

"Can we talk?" he looks over to me, a neutral expression on his face.

i could tell it was important. i had never truly seen johnnie so serious. "Uh, yeah?" i sit up, "should i get ready for the day first?"

"If you want, but i dont care." he looks away.

"Okay, what's up?" i could feel a pit in my stomach. i pulled the covers further over my lap, clutching them nervously.

"i know this is really soon, but i can't hide my feelings for you anymore." he smiled softly, "Will you be my girlfriend."

a million thoughts ran through my head. "of fucking course. It's not too soon at all, i feel like I've been waiting years for you to ask."

he didn't respond but immediately pulling me in. he kissed my lips softly, his hands on either side of my face. he didn't pull away, and neither did i. his hands moved to my waist, gripping my gently as our lips glided together. i pulled him closer to me, dreading the moment he'd pull away. but he hadn't yet.

the kiss grew more passionate, making my whole body feel hot. he gently pushed me back onto the bed, putting us both in a better position. he crawled on top of me, continuing to kiss me. i continuously tried to pull him closer. it felt as if he wasn't close enough.

his tongue traced my bottom lip, asking for entrance. i opened my mouth slightly, nervous because i wasn't too sure how to really kiss. with johnie, it was like clock work. i followed his lead. his hand brushed my face and ran through my hair.

johnnie pulled away as he heard his phone ring. he was breathing heavily as he stared down at me with a soft smile on his face. "im sorry, hold on. its probably important."

"its alright." i choke out, trying to form actual words. "I'll be back." i say, grabbing a change of clothes and going to the bathroom. he nods and answers the phone.

i lock the bathroom door and immediately call Tara. she picks up almost immediately. "Hey!" she greeted, dragging out the y.

"Oh my god. you'll never guess what just happened." i stuttered.

"What?!"

"me and johnnie just fucking made out. he asked me to be his girlfriend, and i said yes, of course. but im so scared, ive never been in a relationship before. what if im bad at it? i really want it to work out with Johnnie." i rambled, turning on the shower and beginning to undress.

"No fucking way. Holy shit, im so happy for you, y/n! i told you it'd all work out." i could tell she was smiling on the other side of the phone. "By the way, im coming over later. jake said him and johnnie have a surprise for us, i guess."

"Oh shit, i wonder what it could be. jake hasnt said anything to me, but alright." i step into the warm water and begin to wash my hair.

"It's probably something really stupid, per usual." she laughs, "sooo, what happened after you and johnnie fucking kissed?!"

"well, he pulled away because he was recieving a call. he said it was important, and then i called you." i washed my face and turned off the shower. "im still so nervous around him, though."

"im sure he's just the same. the only difference is he's been in a relationship."

i dried off and got dressed. "Yeah, i guess so. well, I'm going to go hang out with him. I'll see you later!"

"Okay, have fun. use protection! bye, babe." she laughed before hanging up the phone.

johnnie ended up being busy for the rest of the day. i laid in the bed while he streamed, listening as he played the guitar.

hours had passed, and it was finally time for jake and johnnies secret announcement. the 4 of us sat in the living room. tara had brought over a bottle of whiskey, so we all had our own cup of alcohol.

after some small talk, jake pulled out his phone. "So, me and my husband were searching the web and found out Falling in Reverse is coming to town. we bought tickets for all 4 of us." he flipped his phone to show us.

my jaw dropped. "no fucking way." i had been a falling in reverse fan since my teen years.

tara screamed, her hand flying over her mouth. she pulled jake in for a hug. "Oh my god. I'm so excited!"

i hugged Johnnie tight. "you guys are fucking crazy." he placed a peck on my lips.

jake gagged before returning his attention to tara. "Thank you two so much." me and tara said in unison, giggling at the accident.

"holy shit, we have to plan our outfits." i turn to tara.

"Oh my god, yes." i noticed that tara repeated the phrase 'oh my god' a lot.

she posted a photo of the 4 of us on her instagram story captioned 'guess whos going to see falling in reverse?!'

[anzynai]

JAIIII!!!! Congrats on 300, you hella deserve it cause god, your writing is so adorable and amazing. Which is why I am on my hands and knees asking for lee!akito with ler!an & toya? (if you see fit maybe throw kohane in there)

for ideas or anything to work off of, perhaps akito has been practicing the same song all day, even when the others decided to stop for the night. so they try to distract akito or throw him off by tickling him while he tries to sing so he finally takes it easy with them. LOVE YOU SO MUCH BEAUTIFUL I HOPE U HAVE AN AMAZING WEEK

LYNN MY LOVE MY POOKIE THANK U FOR SENDING ME THIS ASK!!!! i havent written for them in a while so praying my characterization hasnt gotten, like… rusty 🙏🙏 but its fine. live laugh love lee akito, enjoy pooks <33

alsooo uhh, +10 points (which serve no purpose at all) and a kiss on the forehead if u can identify the vbs song i chose right at the beginning. ….. its like three words but shhhh

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“i shout far away a-AHAHAHAS?! w-whahahat thehe hehehell!?” akito began to sing before four hands on his sides interrupted him. toya and an’s hands, matter of fact.

“you’ve been practicing for way too long. it’s time to end it for tonight,” toya answered his unspoken question, prodding his finger in between his sensitive ribs. akito tried to resist against the smile that tried to appear on his face, but it ended up in a crooked smile instead.

“yeah~ we get you wanna sing perfectly, but we’ve got time!“ an added, and kohane nodded and giggled in agreement. she wasn’t tickling akito, opting to stay out of it this time, which akito was internally grateful for. toya and an were not showing him any mercy.

he tried to respond but any protests he had died on his throat when an slid her hands underneath his armpits, scribbling.

“stahahahap, you g-guhuhuhuys!” akito giggled, a blush blossoming on his face. toya, instead of stopping, began to knead his fingers into the divots of akito’s hips, squeezing every bit of skin that he could find in an embarrassingly effective manner.

“if we stop, you’ll go right back to singing until you lose your voice,” toya sighs as akito closed his eyes, somewhat in shame but also in embarrassment. they knew him too well, didn’t they?

“nohoho, i wohouldn’t!” akito still tried, weakly. an clicked her tongue.

“that sounded like a lie,” she said, then looked to toya and kohane, who seemed to be in agreement. she turned back to akito, her smile turning devious, meaning nothing good was going to come to him. “but that’s okay. i think we can change your mind.”

“nohohohoho!” akito laughed, only praying that the worst of it had already passed. (it didn’t.)

[sparksnevadas]

Hewwo its me sparks, a little bug that hasnt been feeling well for the past x amount of time. I wrote a little angst/comfort drabble thats not really canon to gihasm but it fits where you want it to fit after last chapter. Its not my usual quality but it seems lots of people are not doing great so im just going to share. I hope you all feel better. <3

(tw: negative thoughts)

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The alarm bell rang and Grian knew it was going to be a bad day.

He had had the dream again, the one about flying high above the clouds before something changes, and he plummets to the ground. He’d kept dreaming as he hit the floor, pain a distant thing (shock, his sleep-brain reminds him, shock can make things hurt less).

On the floor, he was twisted up, broken and civilians gathered immediately. He can still hear the disgusted murmurs of them, see their pointed fingers and see their sneers.

“Someone put it out of its misery.”

Grian forces himself to turn off his alarm through the fog. His body feels tense, his wings are tensely held on his back. He doesn’t feel like moving at all, and barely manages to curl back up when his energy leaves him again. The wings on his back feel like a burden, their ugly state makes Grian want to go into hiding and not see another person. He was broken, trash that someone forgot to take to the curb.

Amidst dark thoughts and the blankets, Grian slips in and out of restless sleep. When he’s not asleep, he stares at the wall. He feels like a broken computer, repeating the same ideas over and over, feeling worse and worse as it gets harder to quiet the thoughts down.

“No one cares about you if you can’t help them,” his brain reminds him. “You're nobody if you're not Apollo. No one trusts you.  No one cares.”

He covers his head in the blankets, upset and angry at himself. “I'm useless, if I can't help people or make them safer, what's the point of it all? Why do anything at all?”

Pressure builds in his chest, something heavy and disgusting. “Im pathetic, worse than…”he hesitates as he realizes he can’t insert the name of his former nemesis, not after the past months. He lets the sentence linger.

Grian both wishes for and hates the idea of Scar or Mumbo noticing his lack of presence today. Maybe theyll realize how much of a burden he is to keep around. Will they realize it's better to drop him off at a random bus stop, send him back on his way to be dealt with by Pearl?

Mumbo would know. He left for a whole year and didn’t need him at all.

Grian surprises himself when tears burn through his eyes, forming fast enough that he doesn't process he's crying until he's struggling to catch his breath. It still hurts to remember that Mumbo did not trust him enough. Maybe he had been right to not trust him. Grian was an idiot, a fool who had to have his eyes pried open to actually see the reality of the world around him. The world was cruel, it hated him and it was right to-

Distantly, Grian hears some sort of sound behind his cries. It's only when a door is being opened that he realizes it was knocked.

“Grian?” Mumbo calls out cautiously. “Are you sleeping in?”

“Mm,” Grian hums noncommittally. Something must sound off to Mumbo, because he doesn’t retreat.

“Grian?”

“I’m fine,” Grian chokes out. “Give me a moment, I’ll- I’ll be back to-“

“Grian?” Mumbo closes the door and immediately steps further into the room, coming to kneel at his bed. “G, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Grian frowns, face still hidden from Mumbo. He shakes his head emphatically so Mumbo can see his answer. His throat is swollen, he won't be able to talk like this.

“Are you sick?” Again Grian shakes his head. Mumbo pauses. Slowly, like a person approaching a wild animal, he asks. “Are you not feeling well?”

Grian doesn’t respond.

Mumbo waits for a long moment, before taking a deep breath.

“I can imagine what this might be about, mate, we should talk about-“ Mumbo says, and Grian curls up further into a ball. Mumbo pauses. 

Tense quiet fills the room. Grian tries to suppress a sniffle but doesn't succeed. He grips his arms, trying to hold himself together, at least while Mumbo sticks around.

Mumbo shifts, more of his weight pressing against the mattress.

“Y’know what usually makes me feel better on bad days?” He asks Grian. Something light touches the bed beside him. Grian hesitates to peek at it, but Mumbo tells him what it is. “Holding a friend’s hand.”

Grian tears up again at how considerate his friend is. Consideration even for someone as undeserving as himself. He pulls away the blankets, revealing himself in the process of taking Mumbo’s hand into his own. He doesn't look at Mumbo as he sniffles and silently cries. He's overwhelmed again.

Mumbo’s hand is warm and heavy. Grian holds his hand tightly, almost scared that Mumbo will disappear. Mumbo’s thumb caresses his own idly, his hold more loose, but still caring. Grian lays there, holding Mumbo’s hand tightly until the wave passes him, his head coming up for clear air after an indeterminate amount of time.

Grian slowly, almost cowardly, looks up to find Mumbo’s face, only to see that Mumbo is already looking at him. He looks saddened, but not angry. Grian isn't sure why he expected Mumbo to be angry. Mumbo was not an angry man by nature.

“I think it works a little,” Grian says, his voice a little stronger now. He squeezes Mumbo’s hand even tighter for a beat. Mumbo smiles and sighs through his nose.

“I'm glad,” Mumbo says. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Shame fills Grian’s mind as he shakes his head. Mumbo doesn't press further

“Then, Is there anything else I can do?” He asks sincerely. “I don't like seeing you like this, Grian, it hurts me.”

“Im sorry,” Grian apologizes quickly. “You don't have to stay-“

“No, that's not what I meant,” Mumbo cuts him off. “It's just… Grian you’re my best friend,mate, I don’t want you to ever feel bad. I… y’know I really care for you. You're one of the most important people I've had the luck of ever meeting, much less become friends with, yknow?”

The words almost fall on deaf ears, Grian’s brain twisting the words against him. How unlucky, Grian mentally corrects. He means how unlucky he is he's stuck with me.

Grian struggles to quiet his brain, something Mumbo likely notices in his face. He looks conflicted, almost lost as he leans closer to Grian.

“It’s true, you're my best friend,” Mumbo insists. Grian’s mouth twists, feeling himself tear up again.

In an impulsive moment, Grian lets go of Mumbo’s hand and throws his arm up, looking at Mumbo. Mumbo hesitates for only a second before climbing into the bed and wrapping his arm around Grian. With his weight against him, Grian suddenly feels like he can breathe.

He tucks his forehead against Mumbo’s neck, soaking in the warmth of his best friend's body. It warms him where he hadn't realized he had gotten cold, something human replacing the mess of tangled emotions in him. Grian presses his entire body into Mumbo’s, clinging onto him, feeling relief in every touch Mumbo easily offers.

Mumbo’s heartbeat is loud and clear, heavy and smooth. He presses closer, almost suffocating warmth in Mumbo’s embrace.

“I love you,” Mumbo whispers into his ear. It's not the first time he's said it at this point, but it's still rare to hear this soon. “You are so, so important to me. To scar too. He told me to check on you. Wouldnt tell me why.”

Grian nuzzles him, throwing a leg over Mumbo’s. He can feel Mumbo’s heartbeat through his neck, and he concentrates on it, closing his eyes. 

Scar knew he was feeling bad but hadn’t wanted to come in. Was Grian that much of a burden? Or was it that Scar knew Grian would more likely kick him out than let him close like he would Mumbo when he felt this terrible? Grian isn't sure. He feels himself starting to shake, his wings shifting and rustling. Mumbo reaches for them, but Grian pulls the betraying wings away, shaking his head. Mumbo relents, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist.

“Can we lay down like this for a while?” Grian chokes out through his guilt. “Or-“

“As long as you like,” Mumbo nods. “I don't mind.”

“…You're too nice,” Grian whispers. “I don’t deserve you, do I?”

“Grian…” Mumbo answers softly. “Don’t say that. You mean the world to me.”

It only makes Grian want to cringe more. It made him feel guilty. “You deserve someone as kind as you. Someone good.”

“You’re good,” Mumbo insists, hugging him tighter for emphasis. “Grian, you don’t understand how happy I am that you’re in my life, that you cared enough to keep looking for me after I left. It takes a good person to assume the best in others, even if we did nothing to deserve it.”

Grian frowns. “Still,” he tries to enlighten Mumbo. “That’s just the bare minimum of what you deserve, you should be with-”

“Stop it,” Mumbo’s hold loosened. “Stop talking about who deserves what. I love you. I don’t care about anybody else,” His hold shifts, one of Mumbo’s hands reaching into Grian’s hair as he pulls the avian against him. “Only you and Scar. I’m going to love you no matter what, Grian, stop trying to convince me not to!”

And Grain can’t help it. He tears up, feeling like a child. He whimpers and sobs and wipes his tears on Mumbo’s poor shirt, holding onto the shirt for his life. He’s so undeserving of this kindness, but he wants it so badly. Mumbo holds him through it, whispering little reassurances into his hair, gently combing it with his fingers. Intense and burning fondness for his friend rears its head in Grian, making him catch a sob in his throat as words spill through.

“I love you too,” Grian sobs into Mumbo’s neck. “I love you so much.”

“I know,” Mumbo kisses his hair. “I love you just as much.”

And to imagine this much  love and adoration flows through Mumbo like it does Grian breaks him a little inside. Mumbo deserves so much more. He deserves a nice set of partners, with a normal home and a normal kid. Or maybe it would still be Grumbot. But if this is the life he wants, all Grian can do is count his luck and love him back more.

Grian tilts his head up and kisses the underside of Mumbo’s jaw. Mumbo leans back, tilting his chin down to look at him. The angle gives him a bit of a double chin, which Grian eagerly obliges with another kiss. Mumbo smiles at him. Grian can’t quite replicate a smile on his own face now, but he leans up and gives Mumbo’s cheek a kiss. He kisses across Mumbo’s face until the two are forehead to forehead across Grian’s pillow.

“I don’t like my wings,” Grian says quietly. 

“Do you want to bleach them?” Mumbo asks.

Grian hesitates. “I’m not Apollo anymore.”

“You can still bleach them if that’s what you want, Grian,” Mumbo answers calmly, still playing with Grian’s hair, softly kneading Grian’s scalp in a way that makes him want to sigh dreamily.

“I don’t know,” Grian closes his eyes against the sensation on his scalp. It tingles pleasantly.

“Or we can dye them another color. Not white, but something different,” Mumbo suggests. “You’ll still be nice with any color of wings.”

“Pretty?” Grian asks, smiling a bit. He opens his eyes to see Mumbo roll his eyes.

“Yes, very pretty,” he corrects. “And very handsome, Grian.”

Grian smiles, leaning forward to press a kiss to Mumbo’s nose. Mumbo huffs.

“Can you stop missing already,” he says with mock annoyance. “I want to be kissed by my very pretty best friend.”

Grian smiles for a second, leaning in incrementally before the guilt makes him freeze. Mumbo closes the gap, pressing a kiss to his unmoving lips. Mumbo pulls back.

A few seconds pass before Mumbo leans up and kisses Grian’s nose. “It’s not just the wings, is it?”

Grian frowns, not meeting his eyes. Mumbo nods anyway. 

“We don’t have to talk about it now if you don’t want to. But Scar and I are here when you want to,” he reminds him. “We love you, you know.”

Grian sighs. “I know.”

“We love you a lot,” Mumbo nods, pressing his nose into his hair. “Do you want to cuddle until Scar misses us and comes looking?”

Grian rolls his eyes but tucks himself into Mumbo’s shoulder, closing his eyes. His dry eyes find relief in the darkness again, this time a lot less heavy than before. Before he knows it, he starts to fade into dreamless sleep.

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Grian wakes to hands combing through his wings, the sensation of a loose feather being pulled giving him relief. He finds himself laying on his stomach, warmly tucked against Mumbo’s heart. More than a pair of hands make their way through his wings, bringing him pleasant warmth. He spreads his wings further with a soft groan. Mumbo stiffens under him. Scar has the opposite reaction; he laughs delightfully. The sound is full of love, especially when it gets closer, and Scar presses a small kiss to the back of Grian’s neck. Grian tenses, feeling a warm wave wash down his spine from the feeling.

“Go back to sleep, birdie,” Scar coos. “We got you. We’ll take good care of you. We’re right here.”

And for the moment before Grian falls back asleep, Grian believes him and smiles.

[krak-jj]

Feb 14 2024

Valentines.

2nd year midoriya i. x 2nd year GN reader.

summary: a certain green haird boy asks you to be his valentine. let's see how the day goes.

warnings!

slight cursing!

name calling

use of y/n

slang

friends to lovers

hope you enjoy!-JJ

"alright, I can do this." midoriyas green eyes bore into the same ones in his mirror.

"i'm going to tell them." he turned to his blue haired friend

"midoriya, if I cause this much stress, maybe you're not ready to tell her," the bluenettes voice came out smoothly.

"I agree with iida, midoriya. " todorokis heterocromic eyes stayed glued on his book he was reading. "you've been implying that 'you're ready' for the past 30 minutes." the boy looks up to look at his friend. "class starts in 20." he notifies.

with a quick sigh, midoriya nods, determination evident on his facial features. "Let's go. " he instructs before grabbing the small bouquet of flowers and a handmade card.

he was going to make chocolate. but he knew if anyone caught him doing that in the common kitchen, he would be questioned. and he didn't want to do it at home in case his mother asked. so flowers it was, ones were he asked different girls what flowers should be put into it.

so there he was, with a bouquet full of red roses, daisies, hydrangeas, and a card as his two friends followed after him from his dorm room.

"Alright, midoriya, good luck," iida patted his friends shoulder as the dual hair boy nodded.

"thanks iida" he smiled nervously.

and with that, the boys parted ways. midoriya, who walked to the other side of the floor to y/ns dorm door. and the other two who made their way to the elevator.

he took a deep breath as he raised his hand to knock on their door. but before he could knock he froze. it was like his hand couldn't move to knock on the door.

as he tried convincing himself to just knock already. he finally did it.

no response.

he knocked again. no response.

"their down stairs, aren't they." his head lowered. "oui monsieur." a blonde male nodded.

"you still have time, they don't usually leave for class for another 10." he raised a brow.

"I don't think I could do it in front of everyone, what if they regect me?" He sighed as his hand fell to his sides.

"Why do you think that?" the greenette shrugged. "you'll never know until you ask them, so go, go before thst make it to class." ayoyama waved him off.

he nodded in determination before making his way to the elevator. once he made it in, he pressed button '1'.

'just get to them before they leave. that's all i have to do.'

yet he failed. by the time the elevator door opened. he could see the back of your head facing him from the other side of the glass door.

the next time he tried. you saw kendo from class b and went to say hi. without sparing a look in midoriyas direction.

and each time he tried going up to you. you were busy or leaving. it was like... you were avoiding him. but why would you be avoiding him. he hasnt done anything wrong. right?

y/n pov.

"y'know you can't avoid him all day." kirishima announces at your lunch table. "kiris, right. the poor thing looks like he might cry." mina mentioned as ahe looked over to the green haird boy.

"dont look over!" you said through your teeth as you forced her to look at you. "i just - i can't face him knowing that he knows i like him. ok?" you looked away.

"how would he know?" kirishima took a bite of his food.

you looked over at him, annoyance paintwd your face at the fact he was talking with his mouth full, but you still responded. "mina said she told him. i've been avoiding him since..." your brows furrowed.

"ohh, i completely forgot about that," she chuckled awkwardly. your ears perk up. "what?" you look at her.

"i never told him." she waived you off with a smile

"what?!" you whispered, yelled as your hands slap against the table

"whatt- i felt like it would give you the confidence you needed." she grinned.

"mina im going to-" your voice was cut off.

"y/n, can we please talk. in private."

you turned your head to catch eyes with familiar dark green ones. ones that always somwhowade your heart beat faster, a blush form on your face, hands go sweaty, and makes you stutter.

but this time. you felt like your heart stopped. "u-uh yeah- i can do that!" you sprung up. once you agreed he lead you outside the cafeteria. "midoriya...you ok?" your voice wavered.

"why havent you been talking to me? its like you're avoiding me." he stood his ground, which made you blush. you weren't used to him like this. you were used to the stuttering blushing mess of a boy.

but, you weren't complaining. "what- midoriya, im not avoiding yo-","i'm not stupid y'n, you have been, and it hurts. so why?"

you hated seeing this side of him, it broke your heart. so with a heavy chest. you opened your mouth and "-"

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masterlist

[yourdaddyfigure]

hi mal!! um so iwas wonderif i could get some advice about my situation with my dom

so he constantly goes missing for multiple days, and i dont get any messages, ive talked to him about it multiple times, and hes said that he cares and will put more effort into it, but it doesnt really seem like he has. he has a lot of stuff going on in his life outside of online (we're ldr) and i dont know if im allowed to be angry or not. it makes me feel very abandoned when he doesnt talk to me, and im pretty sure he leaves me on read. he reacts to my messages on discord, but doesnt respond. ive tried making it clear that i need more attention, and ive flat out told him that, but he hasnt changed it. im not really sure what to do at this point, because i truly do care about him, and we have a very special connection. - 🦈💛

Dealing with a situation like this can be really tough, especially when you're in a long-distance relationship and feeling like your needs aren't being met. It's totally understandable to feel abandoned and upset when your Dom goes missing for days and doesn't give you the attention you need. You've been open and honest with him about how you're feeling, and that's really important. It's not easy to express your needs, so kudos to you for being brave and speaking up.

It's completely valid to feel angry or frustrated in this situation, even if he has a lot going on outside of your online dynamic. Your feelings are important, and it's okay to expect your Dom to prioritize your connection and make an effort to communicate with you. It's concerning that he leaves you on read and doesn't respond despite reacting to your messages on Discord. Communication is key in any relationship, and if your needs aren't being met despite your efforts to express them, it might be time to reassess the situation.

Remember, your well-being is crucial. It's essential to be with someone who values you, respects your feelings, and makes you feel cared for. If you're feeling neglected and unimportant, it's okay to take a step back and evaluate if this dynamic is truly fulfilling your needs. Your feelings matter, and you deserve to be in a relationship where you feel valued and cherished. Take care of yourself, friend. You deserve happiness and a connection that uplifts you. 🫶🏼

[hearts401]

tttb!mike is barely even trying to be close with greg and thats smth that drives me NUTS (in a good way.)

Under the cut because i sense a ramble coming

like we obviously have that scene where mikes like "i was trying to think of how to make it up to you" but he never really went any further than that (you know, aside from AVOIDING gregory) and then wehn tehy go to the pizzaplex, he tries to be very buddy-buddy with greg, joking and being lighthearted but also going quiet when hes called out.

he's not trying.

and that's not to say that he doesnt want to be better. its clear hes just not sure how, so hes responding by simply being better and not really addressing what happened when he WASNT better. he is just not addressing what he used to be like. which its not like he 100% hasnt, he did apologize and he did admit he was wrong but he is just avoiding the part that comes after. he avoided gregory and evan, hes trying to be lighthearted and fun, and also something i noticed is that while gregory clearly statedhe wasnt going to let michael make big decisions for plans, it doesnt seem like mike has TRIED

ofc greg doesnt trust him, but hes also not applying himself (smth ive talked about before) but instead of even trying to help out, he just avoids gregory and follows the plans they set up while also trying to squeeze in as a friend when he hasnt reached that level of forgiveness yet

[iratusmus]

sequel episode to battle of the boy bands in which the mayor decides to host a singing competition because [reason], and the prize is a limited edition fuzzy puppy buddies figurine that was discontinued in '87. amy, upon hearing this, asks/begs/demands/convinces sonic to reform dude-itude and enter because he [did something to tick her off and this is reparations, or something].

after a lot of stupidity they show up to the competition and there's only one other band - team dark. team sonic/dude-itude is shocked, of course, and asks them what in the world theyre doing there. shadow, not expecting team sonic of all people, immediately starts grandstanding to distract from the fact of. well everything going on here, but omega loudly interrupts to tell sonic that they're there to defeat all the inferior meatbags (namely, sonic & co) in a battle of epic proportions and, as undisputed victors, claim the fuzzy puppy buddies figure for shadow's collection. (eggman, being a passionate collector, tried to enter with backup dancers orbot and cubot, but was disqualified for [stupid reason]).

omega is about to start making incredibly violent threats towards sonic & co when he sees eggman and immediately switches targets. rouge is like "omega we TALKED about this" and spends the next 5 minutes trying to stop omega from assaulting eggman in the background while amy starts geeking out and is mostly very aggressively passionate about fuzzy puppy buddies at shadow, who hasnt the faintest clue how to respond.

the battle of epic proportions begins - at first it goes fairly smoothly, but at some point tails notices something off. while team dark is singing their final bit, tails goes backstage and realizes that they're actually lipsyncing because none of them can sing. for the record the song voices are completely different and also omega's "singing" is, notably, not robotic. tails unplugs the speaker and the stage goes uncomfortably silent. everybody just Stares. rouge turns and points at nothing in the distance while saying "look! a convenient distraction!" and by the time everyone turns back they are gone.

eggman says something to the extent of "well okay now that the entertainment is over i'm done with this" and calls his robots to seize the special edition fuzzy puppy buddies figure, only for everybody to discover the case is empty (clearly rouge's handiwork). amy is DISTRAUGHT her life is RUINED its in SHAMBLES she'll NEVER RECOVER she falls to her KNEES the camera SPINS the music CRESCENDOS she starts SCREAMING in AGONY

cut to the next morning and the boom squad is sitting around amy's couch and she cheerfully says, "and then i found the figure on my doorstep when i got home!" while proudly displaying the newest addition to her collection. the end.

[smolcuriouskitten]

How many days has it been? How many nights have passed? Shes lost count at this point. The only thing she got up to do was make sure Kimchi's automatic feeder and water was still going and full. She didnt move from the couch at all. Her phone kept going off, probably her sister or brother or Onyx. She didnt want to be bothered. She just wanted the world to disappear.

She watched the trees as the wind danced through them, the big window in her living room felt alive despite how bleak she felt. The grass kept growing, the flowers were blooming, it was beautiful to see nature continue florishing and the world continued to spin even without her doing anything. When was the last time she even said anything? Did anything productive?

She turned her back to the window, not wanting to have her mind continue to race about how the world kept moving without her. Roxie was out of the house, her sound system ran out of music, it was just silence but her thoughts were so loud. So loud in fact, she couldnt hear a car coming into the driveway.

A few soft knocks. "Rocky." A voice called from the window which she didnt react to. 'This is Roxie bothering you. Dont engage. It will go away.' She thought to herself, remaining still until a door opened. "Rocky. You okay? Ren and I have been worried sick." The voice continued, slowly inching closer and again, Rockelle didnt move. He remembered a thing she told him years ago about Roxie and how she would cause horrific hallucinations for her. 'If I ever go non-verbal or dont respond when you call, say neko neko nya. Its Nekoian for I love you.'

Kimchi greets Chris, tail wagging and yipping. He pets the doggo with a smile. "Hey boy. Neko neko nya." He said, Rockelle slowly sitting up to face Chris. She looked horrible. Bags under her eyes the size of handbags, her hair was down to her feet, and her clothes were dirty. It was clear she hasnt showered or moved in quite awhile, the room didnt smell the best.

Rockelle didnt say anything to Chris, just looked at him blankly. "Hey....I know you are nonverbal for now. Put up your left hand if you want to be left alone or right hand if you want a hug." He asks, sitting on his knees in front of her and she lifts her right hand. Chris then nods and hugs her tightly, rubbing her back. She broke down crying in his arms, clutching onto his shirt.

"Its okay. Its okay, I got you." He holds her close and rubs her back with a soft sigh. "Renelle is coming in a bit. I just wanted to come by to make sure you were okay." He said, rocking her in his arms. "This will feel a bit familiar for you, bare with me okay." He continues, Rocky tilting her head at him, sniffling. "Focus on me and hold my hands." Chris directs and Rockelle follows them with a confused expression.

"Take a deep breath. Squeeze my hand when you do." Then it clicked. Chris was a good kid when she babysat him, polite and a sweetheart but when he was angry, it was catastrophic. He was a witch as well and controlling your emotions are important, especially in your earlier years. This was a technique she used during his tantrums.

"But I want that comic book! Rockelle!!" Chris whines, tugging on her pant leg. He was 5 at the time, that stage where kids want everything they see. Rockelle did spoil him, as much as she could in fact, that his parents told her to quit it. Why you may ask?

He has most if not all of the toys he asks for! He doesnt need doubles! Rockelle tried to play it off as 'well he needs toys for both houses!' but the Luna's werent having it. So now she has to restrict him from new toys and damn did she hate it. Her father spoiled her and Renelle rotten, so why would she not spoil Chris?

"You cant have the toy darling, you already have it. We have to go now, come on." She calmly responds, gently holding his hands that were balled up. "No!! I want that toy!!!" He screams, falling over and crying, throwing a tantrum. Storegoers looked at them since he was causing a scene which Rockelle kept a level head.

Despite his thrashing, she sat down next to him, tapping beats on the floor to keep herself grounded and calm. A child throwing a tantrum is one thing. An adult losing their cool and yelling and being irrational doesnt help at all. So one of them had to stay calm. After a minute or so of Chris showing out, she gently grabs his hands. "Hey hey hey. You have to calm down. You cant have that toy." She stayed firm and Chris went to fall out again but Rockelle held him up.

"Aht. You already fell out. We wont do that again. Look at me Chris." She firmly continued which Chris looked up at her sniffling and pouting. She held up her hands in front of him, then pinches his cheek. "Now you see my hands? You feel them pinching your cheek?" She asks, Chris nodding and sniffling. She puts her hands in a thumbs up position. "Now hold onto my thumb." She directs and he takes his hand and holds both of her thumbs.

"Now I want you to direct that anger you feel and blow on my thumb, as hard as you can! Blow until all that anger leaves your body!" She directs, which he follows the direction, blowing as hard as he can. After the second deep breath, he began to giggle and laugh. "You see how silly it feels to do this?" She smiles at him and he laughs and nods. "Just to make sure all that anger is out of your body, squeeze my thumb as hard you can!"

And sure enough, he was laughing loudly, squeezing at her thumb and Rockelle laughs with him. "Now do you feel better?" She asks and Chris nods. "I do. Im...Im sorry." He said, giving Rockelle a hug, feeling bad for what he did. "Its okay baby. Now we have to go, your parents are making your favorite today, we cant be late." She directs and Chris nods, wiping his eyes. "Can...Can you wipe my face please?" He asks and Rockelle nods, taking out a baby wipe for him. "Of course I can. Stand still okay?"

Rockelle was laughing at Chris making her blow on his thumb. "Now you see how I felt all those years ago." He said with a smile and hands her a baby wipe. "But I got you to calm down didnt I?" She giggles, wiping her face. Renelle sat on the couch beside them, shaking her head. "You used that on me after I would throw a tantrum. How did you even come up with that?" She asks and Rockelle lets out a sigh.

"When I was isolated all those years ago, I picked up an anxiety help book. It told me to take radium and take a nap, I didnt do that for obvious reasons. The one tip I took away from the book is that if you blow on your thumb, it calms your heart rate and takes you out of flight or fight mode. I tried it during a spiral and it worked until Roxie threw another hallucination at me." She lets out a sigh as she explained, pressing her head back onto the couch.

"Speaking of her, where is she anyway?" Chris asks and Rockelle shrugs, the couple nodding in response. "Do you want me to make some food for you?" Renelle asks and Rockelle shakes her head. "No I-" Renelle gives Chris a look and hes already heading to the kitchen. "Trick question, I know you havent ate in a few days. You and me are going to go and fix you up, come on sis." Renelle stands up from the couch and Rockelle slowly gets up with her.

"We can play moms records as I fix you up." Renelle chirps, holding Rockelles hand as she goes upstairs with her. Chris watches the two and smiles, taking out the ingredients to make Jjigae, a comfort food for the pair. He thought it would be a good idea to make it for them given how sad Rockelle was. Even if Chris wasnt related to the pair, he felt like he was a part of a family that he didnt have before and he didnt want to make it any other way.

@bewitchingbaker

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alright so, I have thoughts about the season 5 finale and theyre pretty much all negative. Also, even though Im done with the series I still have a lot of thoughts specifically about whether its a good kids show or not, but I'd have rewatch some kids shows I think are good to refresh my memory a little before I write a detailed analysis on it, so for now this will probably be my last mlb post in a while

A lot of people are really upset because Gabriel got redeemed through death and is presumably going to be remembered as a good person or atleast A Dad Who Tried and a lot of people who liked the finale are responding to that by being like "no, hes not been redeemed, the series constantly showed us how objectively awful of a father he was and how impossible it was to sympathize with him despite his seemingly noble intentions and now hes dead, he hasnt been redeemed and the show is not trying to get us to sympathize with him in any way" and no. I think thats wrong

Lets talk about Chloe for a second. Chloe started out as the obligatory standard mean girl that every show for girls feels the need to have, but then in season 2 the writers were like "what if she had she had some character development, some setup for a full-on redemotion arc later down the line even?" so they put her sob-story about how the was neglected in there and did some other stuff to make her more sympathetic. They werent all that consistant about it tbh, but this is Miraculous Ladybug and thats how we roll babeyy. And then they were like "nevermind actually, we dont want this anymore" and just like that, they stopped bringing up her sob story and stopped trying to make her sympathetic. I get the impression that they were still trying to atleast make her interesting in season 3 with her resisting that akuma but by season 4 she was just more awful and more pathetic than ever before.

Gabriel and his dead-wife-sob-story is functionally the same as Chloe and her neglectful-parents-sob-story except the writers never changed their mind on Gabriel being a sympathetic, if still villainous, character. Like with Chloe, theyre not particularly consistant about it, with there being multiple episodes where hes perfectly fine abusing his son and putting him in danger for the sake of getting the Miraculous. I think that mostly stems from the fact that the writers ultimately want him to be a sympathetic and even tragic character but there are some episodes, like Cat Blanc and Ephemeral, where they just want him to be The Most Evil even towards his own son for the sake of furthering Marinette and Adriens drama, all of that on top of this shows general tendancy towards inconsistancy

So, tldr: no, I think we are meant to sympathize with Gabriel Agreste and also, I doubt we're going to really address him now because I think as far as this show is concerned, we're done with that guy now. the agreste arc is over and we're just not gonna get into it

The other thing that I wanted to talk about was Adriens absence during the fight against Monarch. Ive seen some people defend this by being like "Cat Blanc and Ephemeral prove that Monarch cant ever find out that his son is Cat Noir because he would take advantage of him and his distress and it would result in the end of the world", some people also say that those episodes are proof that Adrien "wouldnt be able to handle the truth" which is really infantilizing and stupid and I dont feel like talking about that particular take rn, so I'll just talk about the former. Obviously my first response to that would be, its a story written by people, they couldve simply not written that in order to have a more dramatically satisfying conclusion. But, if I were to stop being Doylist for a second, I would say, when Ladybug told him that Gabriel Agreste might be Hawk Moth, Adrien was distressed and in denial but nowhere close to becoming akumatized. And I recognize that there is a difference between your friend telling you they suspect your dad of being a supervillain and actually finding out about it for yourself, but still, it couldve and shouldve been different

The thing that kills me about this finale is that I genuinely dont know why it had to be this way because I dont think its like, thematically satisfying which is the first explanation my mind jumps to for these kinds of weird endings.

Like, MLB has this theme of identity and while I dont think its executed that well, its definitely the most complex out of the line up of pretty simplistic themes this show has, so we're gonna talk about it

Ladybug and Adrien are the Ideal to Marinette and Cat Noirs Authentic Self. Theyre not wholly seperate though, because Marinette and Ladybug and Adrien and Cat Noir respectively are still the same people, mask or no mask, its kinda like code-switching actually. You probably act differently around your friends than you act around your family, that doesnt necessarily make one way you act inauthentic. However, Marinette and Chat Noirs situations are not the same; there are two major differences between them and they are connected. Ladybug is essentially Marinettes creation, shes like that OC you have thats like you in every way except theyre cooler and better than you and stuff like that, while Adrien is Gabriels creation, not his own

Marinette starts to become more like Ladybug even when in civillian mode because shes becoming the person she wants to be all the time, shes becoming the Ideal that she set for herself, shes not losing any part of her Authentic Self, shes just changing for the better and finding balance and security. Its different for Adrien because in order to find that same balance between the Ideal and Authentic Self, he needs to shed the Ideal that his father is imposing on him and create on based on what he actually wants, which he cant do because of how controlling he is. As a result, Adrien keeps those two personas almost entirely seperate and they dont meld together into one fully realized identity in the same way they did for Marinette. And I find it interesting because obviously his father is the one forcing Adrien to be the way he is in civillian mode, but hes also inadvertantly giving him an excuse, and even forcing him, to be himself and to "act out" when fighting Hawk Moth/Shadow Moth/Monarch

And idk, I feel like the natural conclusion to all that would be to have him fight Monarch directly in order to truly reclaim himself and start on the path to create his own identity. I guess they kinda tried to do that with the rings but like, he had no agency in that, he doesnt know the true significance of those rings, so it just has no impact

Anyway, thats pretty much it, Im suprised that I had nothing to say about the Senti stuff but honestly, for how much I was worrying about all that, it ended up being a pretty minor part of the actual season and while I hate the concept, they didnt really give me anything to complain about, so yeah

Thanks for reading ^^

[dindjarinslegs]

Warning for wordvomit below

I just have a lot of thoughts and feelings about Din Djarin

We don't know what his early life was like. We know he was born and raised to about 8-10yrs on Aq Vetina, and he grew up on Concordia after his parents died. He was raised by The Children of The Watch, which is basically a cult. He's hidden his face since he was young. I cant help but wonder how he responds to emotion.

He experienced an extremely traumatic event when he was young, and was taken in by a group of people who dont show their faces. We don't know Din's Buir, if he even has one-- which would give us any kind of idea of how he was raised, whether or not he had anyone he could be vulnerable with. I would assume that tcotw weren't big on displays of vulnerability or just. Emotions in general? unless it aligned with Mandalorian values?

It wouldnt shock me if Din really, really struggles with expressing his feelings, unless its anger or something else that he would have had a very clear outlet for. He might not even be able to identify complex emotions that he would have had to regulate in his teenage years?? Maybe im reading into this too much

As someone who bottles up their emotions and desperately tries to ignore them, Din would probably be Numb to a lot. Things like grief would send him into a very robotic survival-driven daze. And forget vulnerability. he hasnt really admitted to himself that he deeply loves Grogu, his foundling.

TLDR; i think the way Din Djarin was brought up would cause him to be overwhelmed by emotions and struggle with displays of vulnerability to loved ones ✌