#GOOOO LISTEN TO IT

[heliopixels]

Ooooo you wanna listen to Batman Unburied soooooo baddddddd

[triptuckers]

feels like home - tyler owens x reader

Request: nope Pairing: tyler owens x reader Summary: after years, tyler is back in his home town. so much has changed, yet everything is the same Warnings: some swearing, mentions of a slight panic attack, there's a tornado (surprise!), some angst, thats it I think?? Word count: 2.5K A/N: I know nothing about tornadoes. I do know if glen powell asked me to go storm chasing with him I wouldn't hesitate. also running on literally 7% left of my battery but fuck it we roll!! enjoy!

It’s spring. Tyler’s favorite season. During this time of year, it’s peak tornado season. It’s when he’s in his element, doing what he loves.

He’s driving across the U.S. with his loyal crew, chasing the tornadoes wherever they go. And always, inevitably, he ends up in his hometown. It’s a small town, right in the middle of tornado alley. 

Over the years, the people had started building their homes with stronger foundations that could withstand tornadoes better. Every year, there was still a lot of damage, but less than before. Most families had lived there for generations, and didn’t have any plans to move. 

When Tyler pulls up to the local bar, his crew is energized and happy. They’d just finished chasing a rather intense tornado, and everyone is still high on adrenaline. They’re going out for drinks before going to bed, as tomorrow’s weather forecast showed good chances of another tornado.

Little did Tyler know, someone he knows very well has also picked tonight to go out for drinks.

You’re sitting at your usual table with a friend, blowing off some steam after a long day. You like the bar. Everyone knows each other, the bartenders know your drink order and always have it ready for you before you can even order it.

It’s one of the things you missed the most while you were away; the kindness of the small town. You know everyone here, and you always help each other out. Especially during tornado season.

When Tyler steps in the crowded bar, he instantly spots a few familiar faces. Old neighbors, childhood friends, friends of his parents. Then his eyes land on you. His breath hitches in his throat as he watches you laugh at something your friend says. He had no idea you were back.

You look up when you see a group of people approaching you from afar. That’s when you see him. Exactly how you remember him, only a little older and with a belt buckle that says “tornado wrangler”. But you’d known him long before he called himself that.

You and Tyler had dated all throughout college, when you were both studying meteorology. Everyone knew you and while most couples broke up during college, you and Tyler stayed together.

But then Tyler started chasing tornadoes and you moved to a bigger city to enroll in an advanced PhD program. You agreed to part ways. It just felt too difficult to still be in a relationship when the two of you were always away.

But you never stopped loving him. You still watch all of his videos. And you don’t know it, but he reads all of your research articles.

He’s walking up to you now, and you forget you’re in a crowded bar with a friend. You don’t pay attention to the people he brought with him.

You smile warmly at him. ‘Hey, Ty.’

‘Oh, I wouldn’t do that, lady.’ says one of Tyler’s friends. ‘He hates when people call him Ty.’ 

He looks at Tyler, expecting him to say something snarky or mean to you, but he’s got a soft smile on his face.

‘Hey y/n.’ he says. ‘Still around, huh?’

‘Still around. I moved back after graduation. Even though people in a small town can be a handful sometimes, with everyone knowing everything about everyone, it’s still home.’

‘Yeah, it is.’ says Tyler.

Suddenly a few women approach Tyler, stealing him away from your conversation. Apparently, word got out the tornado wrangler is in town, and everyone wants to talk to him.

Tyler waves at you before taking off.

You’re looking at him as he walks away, and your friend nudges you.

‘I thought you guys broke up?’

‘We did. He went to go storm chasing, and I wanted to study more. It just wasn’t practical to stay together.’

‘But you still love him.’

You turn to look at your friend. ‘I never said I stopped loving him.’

‘So… kind of like right person, wrong time?’

‘Yeah, I guess.’

‘What are you waiting for then? He’s here now, go talk to him!’

‘Nah, he’s too busy with his crew. It was nice to see him though.’

You spend the rest of your evening chatting with your friend. You try to focus on the conversation and to not let your mind wander off to Tyler. He really looked good. And his crew looked like they are fun to hang out with. 

When it’s getting late, you walk over to the bar to pay for your drinks. You say goodbye to your friend and head out to the parking lot. 

You see Tyler and his crew standing around his red pick-up truck. They’re laughing and sharing a drink. Tyler spots you and waves at you from where he’s sitting on the hood of his car. You wave back as you get in your own truck. 

‘Tell me, who is she?’ says Boone, pulling Tyler from his throughs as he watches you drive off.

Before Tyler can answer, Lilly starts listing off possible answers. ‘Secret fiancée? High school sweetheart? Admirer? Girl you went on three dates with and then left?’ she counts on her fingers.

‘No, none of that.’ says Tyler.

‘Definitely looks like a high school sweetheart. She’s your age, from around here. I bet you two grew up together.’

Tyler sighs. They’re not gonna let this go. And since they’re all going storm chasing tomorrow, they’re probably going to annoy him about it until he answers them.

‘We did grow up together. She was not my high school sweetheart, more like my college sweetheart. We broke up when I became a chaser.’

‘Let me guess, she always called you Ty?’ says Boone.

Tyler smiles at the memory. ‘She did.’

‘Ohhh my boy is whipped!’ says Boone, giving Tyler a playful shove. 

‘Oh, fuck off, Boone. That’s all in the past. She probably has someone waiting for her at home.’

But you didn’t.

You hadn’t really dated anyone after your breakup with Tyler.

Sure, you’d been on a few dates people had set you up with. But somehow, it never felt right. It never felt like it did while you were with Tyler. Loving Tyler was just so easy. Like you were always meant to find each other.

When he walked in that bar earlier tonight, he looked different. Older, sure. But also very handsome. You could tell he loved being a chaser. You wish you could’ve talked more with him, just the two of you.

The next morning when you wake up, it’s much earlier than you would have liked. You didn’t have any plans today and wanted to sleep in. As you lay in bed, you hear the rain slam against the window. You’re used to it, and it usually doesn’t wake you up. 

But as the rain starts to get heavier, you hear the wind is picking up as well. You knew there was a tornado warning for this morning, but it wasn’t for your town. The tornado was supposed to move away from you. 

That’s when you hear the siren. It’s almost part of your routine, it’s so familiar. You’re quick to get out bed, grabbing your phone. As you race downstairs to get to your shelter, you pull up the weather map. Which shows the tornado going straight for the main street of town. Fuck.

You hastily pull on your boots and open the backdoor to your garden, which is where your shelter is. You run toward it, the wind whipping in your face and the rain soaking your clothes in seconds. 

It takes a lot of strength to open the shelter doors with the wind threatening to slam them closed again. Finally, you make it inside after nearly falling down the stairs. You close the doors and bolt them. 

Now all that’s left for you to do is wait until the tornado is gone. You switch on the tiny light and pull out a blanket. There’s not much here except for some canned food. If Tyler saw this, you just know he’d immediately go to the store to get more supplies “just in case”. 

Thinking of him, you pull out your phone. You’re thinking about calling him, when you notice you have no service. The tornado must have already done a lot of damage. 

Meanwhile, Tyler is in the of the storm, near the tornado. They’re ready to get some great shots, but something changes. 

The tornado was supposed to head east and then die out, but it’s too slow. Tyler squints his eyes, looking at it. It’s almost as if it’s getting closer again. 

He realizes what’s happening at the same time Boone yells ‘It’s turning around!’

And he’s right. The tornado is heading west again. And Tyler knows what’s there. His hometown. Your hometown.

‘Oh, fuck.’ he says. He prays that you’re safe. He knows you’re smart, you’re probably inside the shelter by now. But he still worries.

They wait out the tornado before driving back to the town, prepared to help in any way they can. Debris is scattered throughout the streets. People walk around, helping each other or trying to salvage what’s left of their possessions in the rubble of the houses. 

Ever since they got back, Tyler has been trying to call you. You’re not picking up. He’s desperately telling himself you know the protocols. Hell, you’ve lived in tornado alley your entire life. You’re probably taking inventory of the damage on your property right now. 

Meanwhile, you’ve been listening to the storm outside. It’s all quiet now, you don’t hear any rain or wind, or sirens. You climb up the stairs and push open the doors. Except they don’t open. You check all the hinges, which are all still secure in place. Then why won’t the doors open?

You walk back down the stairs as you slowly start to panic. There’s probably debris blocking the doors. You have no cell service. Everyone is busy with their own houses. How long would it take for someone to find you?

You’re trying desperately to stay calm. People will find you eventually, right? But soon the tears are streaming down your face. You’d been in this shelter before, but it’s terrifying when you can’t open the door and all you have is a dim light, some canned food, a blanket and a phone without service.

Tyler’s crew is helping the people in town. But he gets increasingly more worried when you won’t pick up a single of his phone calls. 

Lilly notices his worried glances at his phone while she’s handing out food to people. ‘Tyler.’ 

He looks up at her. Lilly jerks her head to his truck. ‘Go see if she’s alright. You know where she lives, right?’

Tyler nods. 

‘Go. We’ve got it here.’ says Lilly.

He takes a quick look around. Lilly is right, his crew can handle it here. He just really needs to know if you’re okay. 

There’s too much debris on the road, so Tyler ditches his truck and walks the rest of the way. He could walk this route with his eyes closed. The longer he walks, the more destruction he sees and the more the uneasy feeling in his chest grows.

What if you were somewhere buried in the rubble of your house and he never got a chance to ask you if you wanted to try again? To see if you still had that spark you had when you were younger? He knew you wouldn’t let him go that easily. It had hurt you both when you broke up. And seeing you again, it reminded him of all the time you had spent together during college.

When he finally gets to your house, he sees it’s mostly still intact. The walls are still standing, but the roof needs fixing. Most of your windows are broken and a tree had fallen on your truck.

Tyler rushes to the front door, which is hanging off its hinges. He quickly enters your house.

‘y/n? y/n! Where are you?’

When you don’t respond, he tries calling you again. 

‘Come on, pick up, pick up.’ he mutters. Still no answer. Damn it.

Where would you go during a tornado? He’s forcing his mind to stop spinning out of control so he can think logically. Then he remembers you have a shelter in your backyard. How could he forget? He even helped you stock it in case something like this happened.

He runs through your messy living room, pieces of broken glass crunching underneath his boots. When he gets outside, he sees your shed – or what’s left of it – on top of the doors to your shelter.

‘y/n!’ he yells again, running toward the shelter.

You faintly hear a voice yelling your name. You briefly think you’re actually going insane at that point. Your panicked mind is making this up because it knows Tyler gives you a feeling of safety. Tyler isn’t here, he’s most likely outside still chasing the damn tornado. There’s no way he’d be here.

‘y/n are you in there? Give me a shout if you can hear me!’

But that’s unmistakably his voice. You hear sounds outside near the door.

‘Ty?’ you say quietly. 

‘Come on! Are you in there?’

‘Ty!’ you say, louder this time.

Outside, Tyler lets out a big sigh of relief as he continues to draw away the debris from the doors of your shelter.

Finally, he can see the handle of one of the doors and yanks it open. 

You squint your eyes at the sudden sunlight. Your eyes are quick to adjust, and they land on Tyler.

Standing there, breathing heavily, looking at you and holding out his hand for you to take.

‘Ty..’ you say softly. Fresh tears start to run down your cheeks as you take his hand and allow him to pull you out of the shelter. 

He pulls you against his chest, one hand coming around your back and the other on the back of your head, holding you against him.

You allow yourself to get lost in the familiar feeling. Tyler still wears the same cologne, and you still fit perfectly in his arms. God, you missed him.

‘I was so scared.’ you mumble. 

‘I know, sweetheart, I know.’ says Tyler.

He pulls back slightly so he can look you in the eye. ‘Are you hurt?’ he asks.

You shake your head. ‘I got to the shelter as soon as I heard the sirens, like you taught me.’

Tyler smiles at you. ‘You did good.’

‘I brought my phone but there was no service and then I couldn’t open the door and I-‘

‘y/n.’ says Tyler, cutting you off. ‘You’re alright. I got you out.’

‘Thank you.’ you say, burying your head in his chest once more.

The two of you stand there for a while. You both need this right now.

‘Ty?’ you say.

He hums in response. 

‘Please don’t leave again.’

He presses a kiss to the top of your head.

‘I’m never leaving you again, sweetheart.’

A/N:If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost, steal or translate my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love,Marit

[expelliarmus]

[lovereadandwrite]

Nikolai during every DoA meeting🙂✨

[toastybugguy]

“Once I had a child He was wilder than moonlight He could do it all Like he'd been here before” — Vashti Bunyan, “Here Before”

For @scottappreciation’s Scott McCall Week 2023 — Day Four: Relationships

[noeggets]

what if these Fennec fox people are Rouge's family and she moved them in here, that one kid seem to know her name so what if that old lady took care of her as a kid. ADOPTED ROUGE HEAR ME OUT

[fancygremlin]

I finally started season 5 of Malevolent and I have many thoughts.

I think this season is about rebirth and it might be communicated with water symbolism.

Below the cut is me yapping about what I think the theme for this new season is and how it might foreshadow on how Arthur and John’s relationship might develop. I'm basing all my observations on the episodes [Intermezzo] and [Part 41 "The Windmill"], so there will be spoilers for both.

Season 5 started with a lot of emphasis on water: Kayne turning off the tab for Faroe's bath in Intermezzo, while Part 41 begins with Arthur and John fighting as rain and stormy weather soak the human's clothes and possessions through.

Water is a fluid with remarkable properties and is often used in media in relation to characters that are fluid, adaptable, flexible and always ready for change. Both Arthur and John fit this criteria, of course. However, in relation to Malevolent, I think that water is used to represent John, while Arthur is the vessel/ the container.

John is represented by water because the liquid's properties reflect quite well his journey in searching for his identity. John has been quite a dynamic and fluid character from the start of the show, always changing, always curious, always trying to explore the world around him and search for an identity that fit him. He has moved from one vessel to another... never quite finding one that could fit him.

At the start he was forced into the role of the King in Yellow, a role he didn't enjoy and actively tried to escape to start anew... then he found Arthur. His intentions were (quite literally) to take completely over Arthur, empty the vessel to make space for himself alone. However, as he got to know the human, he began to consider new options for himself. He began exploring the world around him, mirroring Arthur, learning from him how to behave, how to interact with objects and people. John is quite literally just like a little kid, watching and learning from his parents how to be. In Part 38 Arthur even acknowledges this fact, while also recognising his role in John's regards.

Arthur is his vessel. He his John's keeper, his point of reference and only example: everything he does causes John to change into new shapes. Arthur's task from the very start of the show was to contain John by regulating his emotions, providing guidance, holding back his violent urges. But Arthur is only human... and John is an eldritch deity with unfathomable powers. That's too much to try and contain and control. If you add too much water in a closed vessel, the pressure will increase and the glass walls will start to crack and rupture.

At this point in time, Arthur is exhausted. He had been hollowed, emptied of everything he had and everything he was to make space for John. He has been repeatedly filled to the brim and overflowing, he was pushed to his limit and even further one too many times and the vessel has been tipped over (hit bedrock) just as often. He is tired, he is exhausted and he is running on empty. John's latest betrayal has caused the vessel to tip over and spill all the water another time and this time Arthur is too tired of being tasked to clean everything up again.

Interestingly, Arthur has already been associated with water before. However, the references are always about vessels being overflowed or filled to the brim: Faroe's death is a good example of that, but also in Part 9 he almost drowns in a lake, and in Part 26 (after hitting bedrock) John reassures him by telling him "I won't let you drown".

I think it is not incidental that in Intermezzo Arthur is forced to relive Faroe's death, but this time Kayne steps in to turn off the water before the damage is done. The water is just about to overflow... but is stopped just before it is allowed spill over the bathtub.

Season 5 starts with a storm: Arthur and John are lashing out at each other, letting out all their frustrations. John is frustrated because he recognises that he has outgrown another vessel. He is starting to realise that Arthur has a limited point of view and that he will need time to understand his eldritch nature and his powers as the King in Yellow (after all, Arthur complained and was more unforgiving about the parts of Yellow that were most similar to the traits of the King in Yellow). He is frustrated and confused. He now finds himself with two contrasting parts of himself that he wants to fit together but feel like a jigsaw puzzle he can't seem to solve. I think that his journey this season is about accepting both his human side and his powers derived from the King in Yellow (i.e. find a shape and a vessel that properly reflect himself and who he is comfortable being).

On the other hand, Arthur is tired of being pushed to the limits, to be always on the verge of bursting at the seams. He has been tossed about by unforgiving waves for so long he almost forgot how to breathe. He wants to slow down and take a moment to re-evaluate what he needs and what he wants. He needs the water to stop overflowing. He needs someone to close the tap.

He is the first one that asks for shelter from the rain... but by now his clothes are soaked through, and so are his satchel and his belongings and the brittle ladder breaks, causing him to fall in the lower floor of the windmill. That's when he recognises all the water he gathered, how his clothes cling onto him, how everything weighs him down. I like how he physically relieves himself of some of the weight he has been carrying by discarding some of the objects in his satchel. Only by keeping what he needs, will he be able to move forwards, make more space for himself and become lighter.

I think both characters will have to deal with each other's absence or learn who they are outside of each other's influence.

This season started with a storm and I am pretty sure it will end with an even bigger one. In order for Arthur and John to be able to brave it, they will have to work on their respective journeys (John in accepting both his eldritch and human parts, and Arthur in relieving some of the weight he has been carrying for so long and regain parts of himself along the way) and relearn to trust one another again.

A big storm is coming and it will bring a lot of change, but this too shall pass.

[Season 1 to Season 4 themes analysis]

[anotherfandomtrash]

Putting the most wonderful, awesome, perfect man ever created and Anatole together. For shit and giggles

[paulic]

[vinyltile212]

gruh oh! where is joever (the cop from les mis) going??? better not be the seine (i think im going crazy :3)

i never draw and it shows (proportions?? perspective?? roblox friend req declined ). doo doo lighting sorry gang

[smallmediumproblems]

Having season 3 of Red Valley follow Clive was honestly a no-lose scenario. Clive winning at life is great because he may be a little trash fire of a man, but he sure hasn't become any less entertaining to hate-watch since we met him. Clive losing in any way shape or form is great because, returning to exhibit A: he is a little trash fire of a man.

[abstractredd]

bosaltmer trio, what mischief will they get up to????

Lynwallyn (left) belongs to @plutoprophecy and Mikayla (middle) belongs to @vestigme !

[triglycercule]

killer should know about dumb video game meta stuff ike i-frames and animation cancels and critting amd breaking out of bounds and use it to his advantage in fights. maybe he learned it from chara in something new as a silly little thing to try out because theyre already teaching him all this bullshit on killing so whos to say a video game character cant learn a player's cheats?? he's already interacted and collaborated with a player before i think its fair he knows tricks on how to cheat undertale's fighting system

everything's all fine and dandy in a fight against killer (no it isn't) until you see him glitching around and somehow phasing through your attacks. he looks ridiculous but it gets the job done

[english-fucker]

just deleted 200 songs from my liked playlist on spotify n i feel like a changed women

[nosleep83]

I personally believe Leo cries to sad guitar songs all the time what do yall think about that