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IWTV S2 Ep8 Musings - Loustat (SPOILERS) Pt2: Reunion

You don't know the HALF of what Lestat feels for Louis, to let YOUR grimy arse steal his man, just for LOUIS's happiness. ANYTHING for Louis.

Am I the only one who felt left hanging? We BEEN knew it didn't make sense, but what's your POINT, exactly? If Louis misremembered Lestat whispering, it's just par for the course about the odyssey of recollection. But if Lestat DID do telepathy, is that evidence of...what? That the vampire bond works differently than what's been explained? That he COULD read Lou's mind? AMC, this is AGGRAVATING.

Your goose is COOKED, my guy.

The copium & denial pack Louis was smoking as he laughed was 🤌

That's right, start sweating!

Master manipulation; cuz he certainly would NOT have, as we soon find out. ANYTHING for Louis. (Dang, Imma have to take back some of what I said about Lestat's character development not having started yet.)

I was shocked. I was NOT expecting this plot twist. I was ready to throw Lestat out with the rest of the TRASH, in the DUMP. Well dang. Guess I'll only leave him rotting in a TINY landfill.

I nearly SCREAMED--@nashvillethotchicken and I were talking about Loustat as Bobby and Whitney ages ago! I cannot BELIEVE AMC threw in a New Edition reference in the year of our lord 2024; y'all are diabolical AF, Rolin, STOP IT.

I wonder if AMC used Hurricane Odette cuz the OG script was set in pandemic!2020, so it would make sense that a year later Louis would head back to NOLA during 2021 when Hurricane Odette last hit.

That looks like NOLA's Pontchartrain Hotel--lemme find out he bumped into the Mayfairs when Rowan & them were in town, LOL.

Lestat got more aliases than the KGB; meanwhile Louis just sprinkles his long AF unique AF name all over the place. 🤦 But I guess it's ok, since the tour guide never mentioned him & Claudia by name. (Not Tom Anderson in another finale, LOL.) Louis so offended the tour guide said he ran a voodoo cult. XD

Fall of the House of Lioncourt-Melmouth.

You're gosh darned right! THEE Louis of Troy is in the building!

You love to see it. "A wearisome fledgling; all the millennials are--" not Lestat making PALE PROXIES of rat-catcher extraordinare LDPDL out of millennials. 😭

Lestat, if you don't get your crazy arse outta here with that bloodstained wooden keyboard Imma ROTFLMFAO.

NO JOKE, I effed up my friend's whole set when I started screaming "Siri, Pause," cuz my friend's Siri started freaking out and effed up the volume! XD

HERE WE EFFING GOOOOOOOO

(Best scene all season, fight me on this)

You know this was TEARING Lestat up, cuz of what happened in 1973--I gave Louis to you so you could do BETTER by him than EYE did, and instead it's NICKI ALL OVER AGAIN.

Imma smack him--this is NOT the time to be self-loathing, Lestat!

NOLA is my home--and the SAINT is not a city--I'm gonna cry.

He did. He just forgot, when reality settled in and the allure/nostalgia/glamour wore off. "I tried to make nights awful for you." Not the whole time, Louis. Y'all actually were happy b4--even Claudia said "the easy times" stopped after Florence died; and esp. after Charlie died. Lou can't be blamed for grieving his mom's death, and he definitely can't be blamed for Lestat & Claudia falling out after Charlie. Everything that happened after that--the 7 years of depression--was ALSO Lestat's fault. "I wanted you to suffer, cuz I was suffering;" I'm glad Les just waved that aside and said they BOTH wronged e/o.

He's not suicidal anymore then! He has nights in front of him to look forward to! So Lou can finally "learn to live honestly" with HIMSELF.

And Lestat dove RIGHT ON IN with that! He's been carrying that with him for DECADES, worried about Louis & what happened.

I LOVE that Les' language changes (the way his voice CRACKS and goes so TINY, oml)--he asked Lou in 1973 if he was "ill," and if something had happened TO him; so as to not spook/trigger or blame him--but he can ask more candidly now in a (relatively) "healthier" 2024 if Lou tried to hurt/kill himself; and get a more candid/honest answer. CLOSURE, y'all, I'm gonna cry.

GOOOOOOD. Don't EVER forget your daughter. Y'all need to have a Claudia Memorial; to KEEP remembering her, as she was in all her vampiric splendour, the good times AND the bad times.

I KNOW this hurt Louis to his effing core. The way Jacob cried FIRE!

I'm so glad Lou hugged him--YES YOU WERE, Uncle Les. And you KNOW it; you FELT that bond b/t y'all, even if she never looked at you. The distance b/t y'all was in name only, cuz a little Black girl couldn't have TWO daddies in 1917 and have one of them be white on top of it. I AM YOUR MAKER, sure, but you were her BLOOD FATHER, and she loved you, which is why she hoped you'd help her.

ANOTHER ROUND IN THE STORMY ROMANCE OF YOU TWO. 😭👏

What are these magical off-mic speeches/pep-talks Louis keeps giving people in Season 2?!? THE PEOPLE WANNA KNOW, gosh darnit!

DRATS.

I get why Jam said they thought the Loustat ending was "satisfying." It was nice, even though I'd've preferred to see Lestat in the Dubai penthouse at the end. :\

I LOVE THIS, AMC, thank you! ❤️

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Alright here we goooooooo!!! chapter 2 of TO!! And don’t worry chapter 3 is being worked on. Right now. Sorry but I didn’t get to proofread this at all bc I’ve been so busy with this family trip. but finally got around to at least separating the parts so I can assign them to chapters. Let the games begin!

Warnings: yup….implications of rape, murder, there’s bullying, Jake, Heeseung, and Sunghoon are not good people. Mentions of murdering and disposing bodies, there’s obsessive love (yandere ofc, what else? Lol) kidnapping and detaining one of the y/n’s) there are some flashbacks where male lead recalls certain events, abuse of authority, abuse of power (all in a relationship), cursings…I think that’s it. This is a thriller type so there’s lots of bad stuff that goes on.

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“Give it to me….I said give it to me!!”

……………..

Over yonder, a young man stands by and watches the display of harsh bullying taking place nearby. From afar, he witnessed the three women, seemingly to be in their early college years, torment and aggressively pick on a much shorter young woman, seemingly familiar with the three perpetrators.  

His expression wasn’t of intrigue, yet he continued to observe and study the features, listen in on their names, and noted the key traits of the women. Propped up against the building, he rubs the tip of his thumb back and forth along his bottom lip, continuously watching as the lead female harasses the timid girl into giving up money, along with homework assignments and whatever else she could obtain.

Hearing in on the names of the three bullies, he pulls out his phone and types them into his notepad, all the while still listening in on the conversation.

……….

“What are you doing?”

A voice emerges from afar, it was foreign and quite loud. The young man turns over suddenly and watched as another woman walks up to the scene, facing the three bullies straight on.

“Give her back her things, I saw you take them from her. Give it back, NOW!”

Despite your stature, you were feisty and bold with your demands. His eyes trailed you as he mentally remarked the noble display of your act; you were brave, forceful, and relentless with an attitude that was like nothing he’s seen in a woman before. It was……interesting.

“Get lost, y/n!” the lead bully spits out.

“I said give it back to her.” you hissed out, squaring up to the bully.

Scoffing out, the trio turn around and begin walking away.

“I said….” Grabbing the lead bully by the hair, you pull her back, twirling her around and bear-hugging the girl, pinning her arms to her sides as you immobilized her. The other two bullies scatter away to avoid the scene of embarrassment as the public all watched as they walked past.

"Oh shit…..what is this? Heh...."

Finding the entire display amusing, he softly chuckles as he watched you conduct yourself rather brazenly, yet you managed to subdue the lead bully.

“Y/N let go of my hair!!”

“I will…..after you back all of her things.”

It would seem to foreign eyes that you had taken lessons on some martial arts techniques, or perhaps you gained experience in another manner.  Either way, the young male raised his brows in amazement and slightly nodded in approval, as he watched you use your skills to stand up for the defenseless, watching at how you handled the girl effortlessly and was able to get the belongings back to their rightful owner.

Observing as the intimidator rushes out of sight away from public view, his eyes come back to meet with your frame as you turn around and face the helpless girl. She humbly sticks out her hand as you gave back her items.  

“You know….you really should do something to take care of yourself. If you don’t speak up or do something, they’re going to just keep doing that.” You tell her, all the while displaying a pitiful look at the girl.

“Yeah but….” The girl hangs her head low and shakes it out of despair. “I’m not at all good at fighting and…”

“So?......I’m not really either….I just…..got into a lot of fights at school….but fighting isn’t the only way to stop bullying…”

You tried to rationalize the girl’s options, desperately hoping that she would find her own means to stand up for herself. Though it was your first time meeting her, you recognized her at your college, along with the antagonizing trio.

Bidding goodbye to her, you walked off and continued your way towards home, completely unaware that you had gained the interest of a particular observant and intrigued male that followed you closely.

*Ding*

Looking down at his phone, he reads the text message that came in, from a close and personal friend….

Shoving his phone back in his back pocket, he continues to follow you as you both enter the subway station. Waiting for the next train, he ponders off into deep thought as his sight admires you from head to toe. Biting his lip, he observed as you did some light reading on your phone.

"How adorable..."

Without any given thought, he hadn't realized that he was following you and looking at you just the same as he did with all his other victims.....but he was viewing you in a different manner. For once, he didn't feel the need or the urge to taint or humiliate, he found himself genuinely interested and wanted to see more. It was a feeling, that unbeknownst to him at the moment, was something that a dear friend of his had succumbed to just months prior when he gazed at a young woman that captivated him.

"Heeseung...."

At that moment, he had realized as he drifted in thought, just how much time had passed since the day Heeseung told him of how he set eyes on the most captivating woman he had ever seen. Initially, Jake merely thought that the woman would just be another notch on the belt, considering his best friend never was one to dip into commitment, nor was he the type to think about future relations and prospects of becoming a father, yet the moment he refrained from usual methods of meeting with her, lying and getting a way in for one night of pleasure, only to ditch her and never to return her calls like the rest of them, Jake became overwhelmingly surprised when his friend abstained from his usual routine.

"So what's up with you and this girl that you saw a couple weeks ago? You keep talking about her but you hadn't made a move yet. You're not going to try and get her number?"

".............."

"Whats wrong with you?" Chuckling, Jake takes a sip of his beer as he side eyes his friend across from him as they rested on the large sofa. Teasing him, Jake spat out a series of harmless words, hoping that it would snap Heeseung out of his zoned state. The man had been far to quiet and pensive since seeing her.

"What? Did you suddenly find yourself lost in love or something?"

Remaining silent, Heeseung stared at the contents of his bottle, rotating the alcoholic beverage in circles.

"Heeseung?....."

"I dont know man.....I dont know. I just....I dont think I want to....."

"Want tooooooo?.....what...you dont feel like getting laid?"

".......I dont think I want to do that to her.......I .....I want her."

In mid sip, Jake's brows raised as he spit the contents of his beverage back in the bottle and leans forward, clearing his throat.

"......Like.......to date her?" Jake issues out in mid cough as he wipes his mouth.

".......I want to keep her...."

"........No shit?" Amused and displaying wide eyes, Jake stared at his friend, who paid no mind to him. He merely continued to stare down the narrow opening of his bottle and twirled it within his grasp.

".......How.....how interesting man.....that's very unlike you." Leaning back, Jake continues to face Heeseung as he notes the sudden change in his demeanor. Responding back with a low and quiet tone, Heeseung mumbles out his words, all before he finally, for the first time that night, looked over towards Jake and gave him a crooked smirk.

"Yea............it is."

Chuckling to himself, Jake found humor in recalling those moments when he saw the changes occurring within Heeseung. It was so strange how the moment when he saw her, he had looked so empty and found life dull and void.....but that all changed when he finally got her....nearly four months ago.

“Huh.....Going on four months now….damn, time does fly. I’m so happy for him though….its good for him….she’s….good for him.”

Noting the amount of time that had traveled since meeting the girl, Jake smirks as he replayed the events of when Heeseung had finally introduced her to both him and Sunghoon....and when the changes within him started to take effect.

……………………

Four months ago.....

*knock knock*

Hearing the seldom knock on his front door, the young man opens it to greet his longtime friend.

“What’s up? You made it.” He issues out.

“Yeah, traffic was a headache.”

“Oh yeah? Well dig into my fridge, got a variety in there.”

Peeking inside, Jake grabs a bottle from inside the refrigerator before settling down on the barstool.

“So, I took care of that one you texted me about. Man…..sometimes you gotta wonder just how some of these people exist. When I went to her home, bitch had like a photo album of all those women that she took part in helping that dude kidnap. That’s something I hadn’t even thought of doing, as fucked up I am in the head.” Jake chuckled out as he sips from the bottled beverage.

Overhearing the conversation from the next room, you listen as your wrists remained chained and tied overhead. Unsure of how long you had been in this massive apartment, you could count the times you had witness the sun setting between going in and out of sleep. You estimated that you had been here for a handful of days.

 Remaining still and calm, your ears picked up on every detail of the two men and their conversation.

“Yeah man, you remember all those women that disappeared within the last six months? The guy you killed was the one that murdered them, and his little accomplice had a whole photo album, with a map of where the bodies were buried and everything…like she was really proud of it. I mean, to have that many kills and avoiding capture, that is pretty impressive.”

“So I take it you took ‘good’ care of her?” Heeseung smirks as he pours himself a drink.

“Bro, I couldn’t find any means to stick my dick inside her, I was too disgusted by the way her voice sounded when she screamed. I just tossed her.”

“Ahh…my style. I guess my habits had been rubbing off on you more than I thought.”

Jake responds with a playful smirk towards Heeseung’s remark. “Hey hey! I might not be a pro like you, but I have gotten my hands dirty before. Remember that wench I caught? You know, the one with the little boy? You remember what I did with her, right?"

“Oh yeah…..where did you end up hiding her body at by the way?”

“I tied her to a pair of cement blocks and tossed her overboard from my dad’s boat, somewhere in the middle of Hybe Bay. Sharks probably got to her within the first hour, to be honest. I read it was a breeding spot for bullsharks.

“Huh…never thought about using that spot before. That’s pretty clever.”

Munching on a handful of peanuts from the bar counter, Jake twirls himself in half circles on the barstool with a sly smile on his handsome face.

“So….how’s your girl holding up? Is she a fan of your bachelor pad? Can we even call it that anymore?” He chuckles as he teases Heeseung after noting the flushed smile that appeared on his face.

“Haven’t really given her a tour…not yet. It’s only been about a week but I figured….let her rest and just settle down in the bedroom for a while before I start allowing her free rein inside the apartment.”

“Oh, I see. Yeah, I uh…noticed the new locking feature man, that’s pretty sweet.”

Walking up to the front door, the only means of entering and exiting the fiftieth story pad, Jake remarks the wonders of the finger padded locking system, which was also a key trait to not only securing the door, but to open it as well.

“So in order for you to open the door you have to use this finger pad?”

“Yep.”

“Huh….where did you get it?”

“Custom made by a locksmithing company that revolutionized the industry by inventing the whole system. Some dude that used to work for NASA owns the company, I think I have his card somewhere around here…”

You remained calm in the next bedroom, hearing everything allowed you to piece together the entire situation.

“….So I was rescued…from one killer by another? Please God….get me out of this. I’m so scared….why is this happening?”

The images in your memory of what your detainer, who told you his name was Heeseung, had done to your previous captor. Despite his intentions in saving you, you could hardly claim him to be the lesser of two evils….especially after what had followed after he brought you here. Yet you felt slightly conflicted, for if Heeseung hadn’t shown just in time, you would have been terribly mutilated and tortured to death. On the other hand, that day when he came and saved you, took and hid you away from the world, you had suffered greatly…..in a different manner.

…………………………….

“Let me fuck you….let me love you.”

Taglist: @nshmrarki , @lprww , @baekxo07 , @m7omo

Authors note:.....i had forgot to place in the taglist ......SMH.

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Mediaeval Guild Hall Permit Office AU let's goooooooo

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The work of the permit office of the Hermit Guild Hall was, on the whole, rather boring. The Hermits themselves were, well. They were Hermits. They didn't actually want to be bothered except perhaps when another Hermit started selling goods that they also wanted to sell. Then perhaps there would be trouble in the form of several strongly worded letters that the permit office had to handle. But for the most part, the Hermits kept to themselves, because that's what Hermits do.

This was both something Sir Grian appreciated, as it gave him plenty of free time, and also hung from his neck as a burden, given how lowly this position was. He hadn't even got one of the good Guilds to administer. No smithing, jewellery or otherwise, for Sir Grian! No, he got the Hermits! Of all the guilds to get sent to-

"Sir Grian, there's a man here t-"

Sir Grian looked up to see Sir Scar ushering in another man, one who pushed past Sir Scar and walked right up to Sir Grian's chair as if he was sitting in his seat. He was a large man, dressed as a Lord who clearly had knights at his disposal, and a coat of arms on his tunic.

Sir Grian looked up at him. "And you are...?"

"Lord Ursara. Get out of my seat. You work for me now," the man said.

The man had a bear displayed on his tunic, one that Sir Grian felt he should recognise. It was all he got to look at before he scurried out of place. If this Lord wanted to run the Hermit guild, well, that was his choice!

Lord Ursara sat in his seat and picked up some of the papers. "Hmm. About as disorganised as I thought it'd be, I see, I see."

"I mean, there's not a lot of work, really! They're Hermits! Most arguments we get are about who gets to live in the big houses, and who gets to sell which items. It's all very boring, really," Sir Grian said.

"Well, then, you won't mind if I take it off your hands, will you?" Lord Ursara said. "I have my orders. Now, go fetch me some lunch."

Sir Grian took one look at his dismissive gesture and left, muttering a 'yes, my lord' as he went.

-

"Lord Sahara-"

"It's Ursara. And you are?" Lord Ursara looked up from his papers to see Sir Scar standing there. "Oh, you must be one of the two officers Sir Grian employed to enforce the guild's decisions, correct? What's your name?"

Sir Scar beamed. "Oh! Hello! I'm Sir Scar, and the other officer is Sir Skizzly Wizzly Man! He's- where is he? I think he's out back. Hang on-"

Lord Ursara watched as Sir Scar somehow managed to trip over three separate baskets and still stay on his feet as he disappeared somewhere.

"Skizzly Wizzly Man? Jeez, it's really gone to the dogs round here," Lord Ursara muttered.

There was a similar cacophany as the two officers returned and stood before the desk, saluting with the eagerness and earnestness of brand new recruits. Lord Ursara stood and looked them over.

"Hmm. And you're the men he chose to enforce this guild's orders? Really?" Lord Ursara said.

"I mean, we were really just the- ow! Hey! Don't kick me!"

"Not in from of Lord Scarhara!" Sir Scar hissed.

Lord Ursara crossed his arms in front of his chest and waited for them to stop whispering to each other and stand to attention again. He sighed.

"Firstly, it's Lord Ursara. Secondly, you're fired. I can get better men with swords who've tasted blood down at the tavern. Useless imps," Lord Ursara said.

"Hey! No, we're good at this, I promise!" Sir Scar protested.

"Hmm, I don't think so. Leave me. I have work to do," Lord Ursara said.

He sat back down at his desk and didn't look at the men again as they left dejectedly.

-

"Did you just fire my two finest officers?" Sir Grian said as he entered with a tray of food. Preserved meats, jams, breads, cheese, fruits, and ale.

"Sir, I've seen drunkards more competent than those fools. Be glad that they're gone," Lord Ursara said.

"I mean, I guess, but-"

"I didn't hire you to talk. In fact, I didn't hire you at all. You'll have your own desk, and take orders from me. You will do nothing unless I say so, understood?" Lord Ursara said.

"Understood," Sir Grian said.

"Good. Now, brief me on the Hermits and their locations. And don't leave anyone out."

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Here we goooooooo

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Come Monday, there is a noticeable improvement in the atmosphere down in the Archives. Maybe it’s the illusion of a common goal to work towards, or just an after-effect of a moderately pleasant evening at the pub. Either way, it probably says something worrying about each and every one of them, but Jon can’t bring himself to care.

On a different note, his copy of House of Leaves is already lying on the desk in his office, with a short note written in Elias’s elegant handwriting.

You were right, the note says. I did like it.

Jon re-reads it obsessively before he finally caves and shoves it somewhere into the depths of his desk, along with the book. What does it mean? Did Elias mean it sincerely, or was he being sarcastic? Is he toying with Jon again? Why didn’t he hand it over in person, and share some of his thoughts? Is Jon severely misinterpreting the nature of their relationship? Because it’s not all that strange to exchange book recommendations with your professional acquaintances, isn’t it? And then discuss them?

The most probable answer is that Elias is avoiding him. Which shouldn’t hurt, because Jon has been avoiding Elias, but it still does. A bit.

That is, until they can avoid each other no longer. One of the dreaded interdepartmental meetings is coming up, and Jon doesn’t think he can weasel his way out of it, unless he gets himself sick or injured. And Elias will of course be there, given that he is organizing the damn thing.

Jon gets up earlier on Thursday and puts a bit more effort into his appearance, even going so far as to hanging his mirror back on the bathroom wall. He really needs a haircut at this point, but as he doesn’t trust himself with scissors, he tries to pin back his hair into a somewhat-professional looking bun. It does make him look too much like a hipster, unfortunately, but it’s better than letting it hang loose in front of his face, or pilling it up into a messy ponytail he usually ends up with.

The outcome is—honestly the best he could have hoped for. At least he ironed his shirt properly, and it almost fits him. He almost doesn’t look like an awkward teenager, dressing up for his first real date, or a job interview. Almost.

The meeting begins at 9 a.m. sharp. Jon already feels horribly underdressed – not to mention underqualified, as he is one of the youngest people here. And it’s not at all helped when Elias makes his entrance, looking perfectly stylish, from the subtle pattern on his tie, to the tips of his polished shoes. Jon doesn’t look up as Elias makes his way through the room, pretending to read the papers stacked before him on the table, and praying that no-one hears the frantic pounding of his heart.

“Good morning,” Elias says genially. The pleasant lilt of his voice does something utterly embarrassing to Jon’s insides. “I trust you are all having a productive week. Now, if you please—”

It’s just reports. Jon needs to deliver a report, assert that the Archives are operating without any problems, that he needs no additional funding, has no issues with the other departments. Nothing actually important. In truth, this entire meeting could have been an email, but Elias insists on bringing them all here. Possibly because the forced eye-contact enables him to read everyone’s mind in search of anything unorthodox.

Come to think of it, this is very probably the reason.

The Head Librarian is going through the usual: new acquisitions, outsiders requesting access to the Library, and an unpleasant incident involving a strange book that may or may not have been a Leitner. Jon spaces out, trying to rehearse what he’s about to say, and barely even notices when the man finishes speaking.

“Thank you, Salim,” Elias nods. “Jon?”

Good lord. He shouldn’t have been avoiding Elias. He shouldn’t have waited until now to face him, because his head is empty, his thoughts swirling in unhelpful patterns. Is Elias wearing the same cologne? There is the faintest trace of it in the air. And—and he’s waiting for Jon to speak, probably with that calm, expectant look on his face, distant and professional, while Jon sits frozen, unable to speak.

He looks up, and meets Elias’s eyes.

It’s—he’s seen them before, hundreds of times. There’s no reason for his pulse to speed up. He has seen Elias’s lips, the finely sculpted bones of his face, the delicate web of crow’s feet in the corners of his eyes. He has kissed those very same lips, the memory so strong it’s almost a tangible thing, so soft against his own mouth, gentle at first, and then more pressing, insistent, moving deeper, taking everything Jon didn’t even know he had to give—

Elias looks away and clears his throat.

“Jon? The report?”

Oh fuck. Elias can read his mind. And here Jon is, fantasizing about the man sitting three feet away from him, his boss, during a business meeting, surrounded by his co-workers—

“Right,” Jon hurries to say, nearly scattering the papers he had folded so carefully in front of him. “Excuse me. Right—”

He doesn’t look up again, pretending to check the notes he has already memorized, and lets his voice carry on while the rest of him curls in shame. Thank God no-one comments or asks him any questions.

“Thank you,” Elias says curtly. “Ingrid?”

It goes on like this. By the time Keith finishes arguing with Elias about the security measures and rapid personnel turnover in the Artefact Storage, Jon can almost breathe normally.

Of course he nearly misses his name being said again, this time by Ingrid, Head of Research, and his former boss.

“Jon?” she repeats, clear disapproval in her tone. “I was requesting access to the Archives.”

Access? To his Archives?

“What for?” Jon asks.

Too late, he notices the strange quality of his voice, a buzz of static; Ingrid frowns but she opens her mouth nonetheless, about to give him the answers he seeks. Compelled to.

“That is—” Jon hurries to say. “The Archives are still in a state of disarray. We are not nearly done cataloguing everything. If you let me know what exactly you’re looking for, I’ll be able to find it for you.”

Ingrid scowls. “Not done cataloguing? What, pray tell, have you been doing these past months then?”

It doesn’t seem like she noticed Jon’s question, or understood its significance. Does she even know what he is? Do any of them know? Do they also possess strange powers? Are they even aware of what it is they all serve? Is Jon being kept out of the loop, or is Elias keeping them all within their own little corners, feeding everyone bits of information, and then forcing them here, so that they can regard each other suspiciously above the unassuming conference table?

Because there is the faint undercurrent of fear in the air. He hasn’t noticed it before, too preoccupied with Elias, but it’s most definitely present. Every person has their own secrets to protect, and they sit here, afraid of those secrets being exposed in front of their co-workers, while the Eye already sees through them all and feasts on their fear.

He shakes away these thoughts and tries to compose himself.

“I believe I’ve already given my report on the state of the Archives,” he says. “I can repeat it, if you’d like.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Elias interjects. “Ingrid, if you require anything from the Archives, I’m sure Jon will be more than happy to assist you. I’m assuming you can sort it out between yourselves?”

“Yes,” says Jon.

“Of course,” says Ingrid.

The rest of the meeting is blissfully uneventful. Jon takes meticulous notes he isn’t planning on reading, just to keep his focus where it should be, and to hold his thoughts in check. Not an easy task once Elias leans back in his chair, his long, elegant fingers steepled together, observing the proceedings with rapt attention. There is a weight to his steely gaze that feels almost physical. Jon finds himself caught in it once Elias turns to him, and it takes conscious effort not to shudder. Good lord, if that’s what’s going to happen every time Elias looks at him…

He breathes a relieved sigh as soon as Elias dismisses them. That is, until Elias says:

“Jon. A word, please?”

Rosie gives him a warm, sympathetic smile as she picks up her laptop and a stack of reports. But she still leaves the room and closes the door behind her.

It’s just the two of them. Jon, half-standing, awkwardly trying to sort through his notes. Elias, sitting back in his swivel chair, perfectly poised and professional.

“Lock the door,” Elias says.

Jon swallows; his throat is dry as sawdust. But he moves, automatically, takes the several steps around the table, reaches the door, and the key in the lock. Turns it. Swallows again, with little success.

Elias is waiting, silent, his silhouette outlined against the windows behind his back. It’s a bright, sunny day. Almost too bright to look at.

Why isn’t he saying anything? Is he waiting for Jon to speak? To apologize? For what, his errant thoughts? The reckless use of his powers? His inability to concentrate? Or is he simply waiting for Jon to implode under the weight of his own anxieties? Because he’s fairly sure it wouldn’t take long.

What Elias says, however, is: “You look nice.”

Jon startles, then begins to laugh. “What?”

Elias tips his head to the side and frowns. “Although the suit is abysmal. I should introduce you to my tailor. We may then find something that will actually fit you.”

“I can’t afford your tailor, Elias,” Jon says, exasperated.

“Oh, I would be more than happy to pay for it,” Elias says. “Besides, you’ll need it for the next fundraiser.”

“What fundraiser?” Jon is starting to panic.

“I’m sure Rosie keeps you informed about upcoming events,” Elias says. “Have you checked your email?” At Jon’s blank expression, Elias sighs. “You do have assistants, do you not?”

“They’re not in charge of my schedule,” Jon protests. “Or sorting through my emails.”

The corner of Elias’s lip is twitching. He is enjoying this: flustered, wrong-footed Jon, fumbling through his answers.

“I assume you didn’t keep me here to insult my appearance?” Jon asks, trying to wrestle back some control over the flow of this bizarre conversation.

“I complimented your appearance,” Elias says. “It’s just your wardrobe I take issue with.”

“I see,” Jon says. “So, what is it? You want to dress me up in fancy clothes and have me dangle on your arm during the next posh event for all your rich friends?”

“Pretty much.”

It’s just a game, Jon thinks to himself, gritting his teeth. It’s Elias. Everything is a game to him. If Jon lets it get under his skin, he’s already lost.

Elias stands up, every move practiced, elegant. He reaches Jon in a few easy strides. Without the table separating them, Jon feels exposed and helpless. He’s sure Elias knows this.

“This is what I’m talking about,” Elias says, casually smoothing the creases of Jon’s damn suit. The touch of his hands is electric, even through the layers of fabric; it has Jon shivering, his breath catching in his throat. Worse, still, when Elias’s fingers slip upwards, to adjust the collar of his shirt, just shy of brushing the skin of his throat. “It’s too big on you. Or have you lost weight again?”

“My weight is none of your business.”

“Your health is very much my concern.”

“Why?”

“I told you. You’re my Archivist.” Elias’s voice drops into a whisper, warm and possessive. Jon’s indignation is feeble, melts away quickly, too quickly, with every frantic beat of his pulse against Elias’s fingers. “Do you know how damn hard it is to concentrate on my job with you there? When you look at me, when you think about me?”

“Then stop reading my mind,” Jon says. Elias is so close; if he lowered his head, if Jon stood on his tip-toes…

“I can’t,” Elias says. “I need to know, Jon. I need to know everything about you. I’m sure I don’t have to explain what it feels like.”

He’s smiling as he says it, huffing out a breath of not-quite laughter. But there’s an edge of frustration to his tone that Jon doesn’t know how to cope with. And he’s looking at him this entire time, his grey eyes pinning Jon in place, not even searching for anything. As if the sight of him was enough to satisfy whatever urges coursed through Elias’s veins.

“It’s hard to imagine the Beholding cares about this,” Jon says.

Even so, he cannot resist pressing his fingers to Elias’s cheek, just to feel it again; to see Elias’s pupils widen, watch the curve of his mouth as he smiles with wry amusement.

“I assure you, it craves the fear of its servants’ as much as anyone else’s,” Elias says. “More, perhaps.”

Is the Eye watching them now? It’s hard to tell. It’s hard to think.

“What are you afraid of?” Jon asks.

The compulsion rolls of his tongue, easily, as easy as breathing. And Elias shivers when he feels the pull of it, closes his eyes, and leans down, to close the last few inches separating them. To kiss Jon, hungry, drinking in the power he had bestowed upon him. He struggles to resist it, his lips forming words he refuses to voice, in between the frantic kisses he presses to Jon’s mouth.

He loves the struggle. Jon knows this instinctively. He loves it, and it’s exhilarating.

They part, breathless. Jon smiles, Elias’s warm breath tickling his skin, and presses another quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling away.

“You never answered my question,” Jon points out.

“Right now? I’m mostly afraid Rosie will figure out what happened and report me to HR,” Elias is joking, but only just.

“Yes, that would be dreadful,” Jon says.

“Get back to work,” Elias says.

“Yes,” Jon nods. “I should probably do that.”

He doesn’t fully process it until he’s back in his office, staring at the wall while the events of this morning play themselves out in his head, in full, loving detail. Everything he said and did. Everything Elias said and did. Everything it could potentially mean.

Oh, this is bad. This is very bad.

[icy-watch]

Hey, everyone!

How’s everyone feeling today? Are we doing ok? Doing good? Hanging in there? Has it been 1 of Those days?

Whatever kind of day you’re having, here’s a mind hug and a bowl of your favorite ice cream.

We ready to go? Grab those smiling faces and a friend

And let’s goooooooo!

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

OH MY GOSH POOKIE IVE MISSED UPDATING YOU BUT SM HAPPENED WHILE I WAS GONE. I DECIDED TO DELETE TUMBLR FOR A WHILE BC IT WAS LIKE ACTUALLY ROTTING MY BRAIN AND LIFE BEING SUCKY AT THE SAME TIME DID NOT HELP THAT !!!! ANYWAYSSSSS LIFE IS SM BETTER NOW LIKE, I???? HAVE???? A????? BF????? AND ITS THE SAME DUDE THAT I WAS UPDATING U ND STUFF ABT LIKE LAST COUPLE TIMES BUT AT A PARTY WE BOTH WENT TO WE DTARTED TALKIGN AND BECOMING BETTER FRIENDS AGAIN AND THEN LIKE AFTER A COUPLE WEEKS US AND A COUPLE FRIENDS WENT TO A CARNIVAL TG AND HE MADE A MOVE!!!!!!! AND THEN A COUPLE WEEKS AFTER THAT WHEN HE CAME OVER TO MY HOUSE FOR THE FIRST TIME HE SHOWED UP WITH FLOWERS, A SZA VINYL (CTRL), AND A SIGN THAT SAID “CAN I BE YOUR BF, ID LOSE CTRL IF YOU SAY YES” AND OMLLLLL SO YOUR GIRLS LOCKED IN!!!! AND WEVE BEEN HANGING OHT SM AND HE ALREADY MET LIKE ALL THE IMPORTANT PPL IN MY LIFE AND AGHHH HES ACTUALLY SUCH A GOOD BF I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. BUT IVE LOWK ALSO MISSED THIS PLATFORM, DEF GNNA B MORE ACTIVE AGAIN,, BEEN READING UR INUMAKI SMAU OMG I LOVE IT SM !! ANYWAYS I HOPE UR HAVING A GREAT DAY POOKS I WILL BE YAPPING TO YOU MORE ON HERE ! xoxxoxoo

OMG BRO??? FIRST IM GLAD LIFE HAS GOTTEN SM BETTER FOR U!! AND SECOND OF ALL LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO!!!!!! THE WAY HE ASKED U WAS SO CUTE JESUS THATS SO SICKENING IM GONNA COLLAPSE TO MY KNEEESSSS IM SO HAPPY FOR U!!!! this is such a great update omg i’m cheering for joy !

[tobiasdrake]

Here's the plan: The ocean just mugged Ruxxtin so he gathered up his bros to go beat the shit out of it.

It's me. I'm his bros. Gonna kick the ocean's ass.

Agreed. It's a fine day for unleashing retaliatory violence on a geographic feature.

I feel like I could have intuited that one. Rocks hurt when your face slams into them at Agony MPH. Trust me, I am Mesa Island's foremost expert on that subject.

Go fast and don't pain. Got it. Let's go. I feel like an expert already.

I don't know what that cool feather is but I have never wanted anything more in my life let's goooooooo

Yeah, this has been a piece of cake so I feel ready. I definitely didn't get us killed multiple times on purpose so that I could take advantage of Quarble's time manipulation to make sure I got every feather.

At least, as far as you know. I am an effortless first-time pro.

Oh wow, it's huge. That's okay. I have a plan. In the noble words of my generation:

Stop hitting yourself stop hitting yourself stop hitting yourself

Retaliation complete! I feel good about this.

Hey. Uh. Ruxxtin?

Who the fuck did we just assault? Because this is starting to feel like family drama.

Oh my goddess, this is family drama. Well. I no longer feel good about this.

RUXXTIN NO--

Ooh, feather. The feather means I'm good at surfing. I no longer have any reservations about what transpired here. Let's go, buddy.

Ruxxtin, my dude, we have got to hang out more. Your life is so fucking interesting. When my travels inevitably get written down into storied histories, it might even be worth its own spinoff fable. Just food for thought.

I CAN STILL HEAR YOU GO HAVE SEX SOMEWHERE ELSE PLEASE

Oh that's cute actually.

Do you smell something? I'm catching just the faintest whiff of brimstone and inadequacy. I'm pretty sure I beat a guy's ass who smelled like that once. But....

Eh. Guess he wasn't very memorable. He did seem slow on the uptake, though.

Looking sharp, bruh. The funny thing is, Roro up there gets a passive boon from your insecurities. Due to the nature of your relationship, she gets a height boost every time you do.

I swear, there's someone watching me. I can feel the monocular gaze of decaying menace. As if a once-proud warrior had been lowered to comical shenanigans in a futile bid to reclaim his extinguished glory.

...

Eh, it's probably just 'cause I'm hot. This is what it feels like to be everybody's superstar. I should strut.

OW. HEY. CAN'T A MAN STRUT IN PEACE!?

DICK.

[birdsong-18]

i just saw the new features for the next minecraft update and here are my thoughts:

new default skins pog!! :o it’s cool they’re adding more options for skins!

YEAH CAMELS! i think this is a good addition because it makes sense and having an animal two people can ride is really cool! what a good addition!

don’t come for me, but bamboo wood looks ugly as hell. it’s nice we’re getting new woods and stuff but oh god it looks so ugly. good to know acacia isn’t the only slandered wood anymore

SIGNS! HANGING SIGNS! i’ve been waiting so long for hanging signs and i’m so excited this is gonna be great

I’M SO FUCKING EXCITED ABOUT THE BOOKSHELVES I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG FOR INTERACTIVE BOOK SHELVES GUYS WE CAN HAVE ACTUAL LIBRARIES THAT ARE FUNCTIONAL NOW IM GONNA IMMEDIATELY REDO MY LIBRARY WHEN THIS UPDATE COMES OUT LETS GOOOOOOOO!

I BELIVE SNIFFER SUPREMACY LETS GOOOOO!

[thenomadinside]

A Seoul-o Trip to South Korea: Part 1

Places covered in this post: Myeong-dong (명동), Myeondong Kyoja (명동교자), Namdaemun Market (남대문시장), Dongdaemun Design Plaza (동대문디자인플라자 (DDP)), Lotte World (롯데월드)

It’s been 8 years since I’ve last visited Korea, so coming back to the country in a way reminded me of attending a 5-year high school reunion. It felt as if I was back to evaluate and access just much the country has not only changed but also stayed the same. Time really flies!

But wait, let’s first pause and rewind…

The first time I ever set foot in Korea was the summer of 2012 when my sister had just graduated from college and my family was on an Asia tour which consisted of Taiwan, Japan and Korea. The five of us (my mother, father, sister, grandma and I) stayed at a bed and breakfast called “Hongsi Guesthouse.” My sister had stayed here the summer before when she was interning in Korea. This adorable B&B was situated in the Mapo area and was hosted by a high-energy Korean lady who lived there with her two sons named 이강산 and Yun Whan, both of whom were aspiring artists. Everything inside the house felt very cheerful, positive and mundane: from the bed sheets they used all the way down to the interior decoration. The dining room was adorned with letters that were from visiting travelers from around the world and Polaroid photos. I’m sure my family photo is still hanging up there, assuming they still live in the same house.

The common area also had a little DIY station which would be replenished daily with local bread, basic spreads such as peanut butter and jam and a good ol’ carton of concentrated OJ. It was a really simple breakfast but weirdly felt “on brand” with the simplistic and positive vibes of the B&B. Oh, and how could I forget?! They also had an adorable puppy named Bpoom! That trip was so fun and I was left with amazing memories of Korea such as attending a live concert of Idiotape, eating spicy tteokbokki (떡볶이) that literally burned a hole in my mouth, going to a cat cafe near Ewha University, eating Dragon’s beard candy (꿀타래) in Insa-dong and more. Sadly today, they no longer operate as a B&B after closing their doors during the SARS pandemic and never reopened.

We named him Fashionkitty

First meal in Seoul

The 떡볶이 that killed me

Fresh juice vendor

How Koreans line up

Let’s make history

Idiotape concert, let’s goooooooo!

For those interested in watching the vlog I filmed for my Asia tour back in 2012, click the following link: https://vimeo.com/45953033

Fast forward to revisiting Seoul 8 years later…

I came here knowing quite well that this trip would be a totally different experience than my first one, especially coming as a solo traveler. My intent and purpose has changed drastically since the last time I traveled here. Also, as I’m much older this time around, I have a developed a specific way of traveling and know what things I like and don’t like. Following a Taiwan trip for Lunar New Years, I arrived in Seoul and was taken aback on how freezing it was! I’ve always heard about the brutal winters of Seoul but it was honestly a lot colder than I anticipated. I have a friend back in New York who always teases me that I’m always overdressed (as in wearing too much clothes than necessary). Sadly it doesn’t apply here as I had JUST enough clothing and basically piled on all my thicker clothing.

My flight arrived at the Incheon International Airport quite late at around 11pm and took a public charter bus towards the city center. The bus was rather empty with only one passenger besides me and it took approximately around an hour to get to Seoul. The bus dropped me off at the stop right outside of a Hilton hotel, which was a few blocks from my hotel in Myeongdong. After checking into the hotel, I went around my block in search for some quick eats and came across a 24-hour restaurant owned by a grandma where I ordered what I craved the most: soondobu and mandoo and then went back to rest.

Namdaemun Market (남대문시장)

The next day, I woke up early to get a head start to my day. I was only in Seoul for a few days so I didn’t have much time to waste. My first stop was Namdaemun Market (남대문시장) and it was only a 8-minute walk from where I stayed at (which seemed twice as long due to the freezing temperature). When I got there, most of the vendors were still setting up shop but there were a few thrift stores and boutique shops that were ready for browsing. I didn’t spend a whole lot of time here as the first thing on my mind was breakfast.

Delicious Kimchi at Myeongdong Kyoja

For those that don’t know, Myeong-dong (명동) is the shopping mecca for tourists as it has a wide variety of retail stores from Korean cosmetics to luxury fashion shops. It is easily accessible to all public transportation. I would definitely recommend staying at a hotel around here if you plan to spend most of your time in the city center. Some other areas that you could consider staying are Namyeong and Itaewon.

My first mission of the day was to eat breakfast at “Myeongdong Kyoja,” a Michelin-recommended eatery that is known for their noodle soups, kimchi and mandoo. When I arrived, the restaurant was already jam-packed with customers happily slurping on their noodles. I was a bit surprised at the popularity especially in the early morning as to me noodles aren’t the typical breakfast item. I ordered their most popular dish, the kalgaksu, which was delicious but I wasn’t actually a fan of the noodles, as the noodles felt gummy and lacked body to them. The broth, however, was very flavorful and enjoyable – and actually, perfect for a winter day! What I enjoyed the most about the restaurants was actually kimchi, as it had a unique taste to it. The kimchi had been fermented for a longer period of time and had a sort of licorice aftertaste to it that had me coming back for seconds and thirds to further identify the ingredients used and analyze the flavors. According to their website, their kimchi recipe is designed to compliment kalgaksu and mandu, which I definitely thought it did well.

By the time I finished breakfast, it was already 11:30am and Myeong-dong had become much more lively and all of the retail stores had opened. I didn’t plan to visit this area again so I did explore the area some more and looked at some shops including: Ziozia, ALAND flagship store, Mind Bridge

Dongdaemun Design Plaza (동대문디자인플라자 (DDP))

Lotto World & Mall: Seoul 101

“몰라몰라” – Confused taxi driver

I ended up chilling at some cafe around Gangnam and browsing through the underground mall right before my hair appointment. And that was the end of my first day in Korea: it was quite exhausting as I literally went all around Seoul but it was a jam-packed day and that is all I can ask for. Needless to say, I fell asleep in a slump right when I got back to my hotel.

Read the second part of my trip to Seoul here

[thelovelybitten]

vera's first time watching south park -- season three (part 2)

i hate this character limit shit ugh but here u go <3

EPISODE 7:

lmao cartman just being a kid so cute

"BUT MEEEEEMM" never gets old

oh GOD SHELLY AS THE BABYSITTER this is about to be messy

OH FUCK SHE DECKED HIM INTO THE WALL

HOLY FUCK THEY IN THE WWE RN

NOT THE ULTRA WEDGIE

jesus CHRIST SHE JUST DOESN'T STOP

EYE. not the animal PORN GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE

CARTMAN BFFR U DON'T GIVE THAT MUCH CATNIP DSBFJKDSBKG

this man a pedophile... awks

jesus I can't with shelly she is BRUTAL

this song is...a choice.

I'm tryna feel bad for shelly but I can't

where the honk did all these cats come from

this cat subplot is so... weird I don't like it

okay. this ep was. a wild ride i'd say lol

EPISODE 8:

RANDY. JUST BC HE HANGS OUT WITH KYLE A WHOLE TON DOESN'T MEAN HE CAN'T BE BI OR SUMTH.... if they want to, they will. if the don't, they still besties. period.

BUTTERS' FIRST LINES <3 MY CHERISHED BABY BOY BJKSDFJBDSJBGDS HE IS HERE

pip kinda weird tho

what in tarnation is this game y'all

sharon pop AWF mom get KRUNK BITCH

the dads getting into the hot tub lmao

period gerald

these DADS I CAN'T DJBSFKJSDBGKB

gerald. just say ur into randy FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

this awk atmosphere YIKES

yo gerald WHAT THE FUCK DID U JUST SAY

oh wait this IS HAPPENING AT THE SAME TIME AS LAST EP

cool ref

these people MAD WEIRD

STAN BEING AN ICON AS ALWAYS

wait WHAT THE FUCK THE DADS RLY DID THAT ??!?!?!?!??@?!/1/1? BE FUCKING FOR REALLLLL

RANDY ?!?2/2!?2?1

the PHOTO OF STAN FUCKING KILLS ME

randy and gerald got tension y'all...

BUTTERS HE'S A SWEET BOY SOBBING

oh god THIS SONG DOES SUCK

STAN AND BUTTERS :')

stan getting into the game werk

mr.mackey getting KRUNKKKKKK

randy in his homophobic era :/

GASP

"we all a little gay" SO TRUE BESTIE SO TRUE

NOT BUTTERS BEING DRAFTED AS SOON AS KYLE GOT THERE

style just reigns supreme ig

EPISODE 9:

IKE IN HIS LITTLE SUIT <3333333

this is also linked to the last two eps

SLAY KENNY

kenny listening so good meanwhile ike is having a MELTDOWN

I love the kyle/kenny dynamic it's so different but so refreshing

they could be bomb friends (but not as close as style)

IKE :"((((((

Kenny is just so cute

NOT KENNY GETTING THE BELL A BUNCH OF TIMES FKFBJDSSDKJBGJSB

kenny and kyle sfljbsajfbk they are hilarious

not the kid :(

Kenny sitting with his eyes open LMAO

KENNY MAKING HIS SOAP CARVING ON THE SPOT

NOT KENNY GET OUTTA HERE

kyle threw kenny under the bus little bitch

NO KENNY SDGBDSJBDSKBBK :(((((((((((

KENNY SAVE THE KIDS RN POP OFF MY SON

"SHIT." - KENNY MCCORMICK

the bears helping save the jew scouts w kenny and the squirts <3

GO KENNY GOOOOOOOO

NO KENNY'S DEAD :'(((((

oh my goD GOOD EP

EPISODE 10:

HALLOWEEN EPISODEEE

MY TRIO (stan, kyle, Kenny) those are my kids

okay but cartman is me tho

ayo KENNY WOULD WIN THE CONTEST DON'T DOUBT MY SON

is this a scooby doo reference? weird but okay ig

liane laughing at her own son LMAO

BRO WHAT NOT KYLE'S GRANDMA :'((((((

Y'ALL SICK FOR THIS

I feel so bad for kyle oh my god :'(

god the literal trauma kyle would go through for this

that's on god kyle we show respect in this house

NO NOT THE DOG EATING KYLE'S GRANDMA

what THE HELL CARTMAN NO

KYLE AND STAN <3 their costumes are so cute WHAT

SHERIFF STANLEY AND THE KYLE CLOWN AFJLDNSNKSJDG

YO KENNY'S ROBOT COSTUME ATE DOWN WHAT THE FUCK

real question: what money did kenny use to get this costume

sir u have money for maybe a pack of gum bffr

anyways

I'm ignoring this pirate ghost storyline/necrophilia storyline :/ it's weird

NOT STAN AND KYLE DON'T HURT THEM

excuse me...what

OH GOD NOT KYLE'S GRANDMA BE VOMITED BACK UP

the seizure warning was not mentioned OWCH

wenSLAY EATING THE COSTUME CONTEST AGAIN... SHE DOESN'T MISS EVER

EPISODE 11:

what in the pokemon ripoff is this

"but MEEEEEM"

DON'T STEAL FROM KENNY CARTMAN

no KYLE he's gonna be called OUT

GERALD KINDA ATE

no bc I don't think kyle's gonna keep up with the fads tbh

and here we go

no kyle resist

NO NOT KENNY GETTING A SEIZURE

god I feel for kyle so much

kyle, baby boy, ur doing great

why they FACES LIKE THAT STOP

WENDY ALSO IN ON THIS OMG SHE'S SO CUTE

WHAT.

oh lord this is a dumpster fire

cringe

DAMN STAN IS LOST

they ALL LOST

parents ate

kyle babe HAHAHA

DEAD "YET" PLEASE

nah this was the worst kenny death I almost vomitted

EPISODE 12:

A SPELLING BEE? interesting

I was good at the spelling bee in grade 4 fun fact

liane she's so CUTE

"what's a homeschooled kid?" kyle PLEASE

ate down y'all are fucked now

cartman: :D

KYLE FINAL 3 LET'S GO KIDDO

what the FUCK IS THIS WORD

"what's your name?" "what's in a name?" kyle's whipped for rebecca

KYLE OMG A KING

it's two nerds in love :')

he tried his best

NOT THE BUBBLE

Y'ALL EVERYONE BE LOOKING AT HAMSTER BALL MARK ODDLY BUT CRAIG IS FUCKING PISSED OFF LNDFNDLSNGL

craig: stupid hamster looking ass i'mma smash you like a lawbreaker typa beat

now they ALL MAD

the kids are unhinged but they my kids

kyle singing outside rebecca's window that's fucking cute as shit bro

rebecca: :|

kyle wanting to ask rebecca to the school dance PLEASE SAY STAN IS INVITING WENDY PLEASE

KYLE AND REBECCA ARE QUITE CUTE OKAY PLS

SHE JUST GRABS HIM

KYLE AND REBECCA ARE PLAYING DOCTOR AWE

KYLE U GONNA GET UR BRAIN CUT OUT BOY

KYLE HAD THAT RIZZ but rebecca is brain dead, it's OKAY MY BOY

shit this monkey killed my son

I'M CRYING KYLE AND REBECCA ARE SO CUTE

OH MY GOD THEY GONNA KISS FDBDFSJKBSDGBKGFSBKGDSS

STOP THEYYYYYYYY OH MY GOD FDSKJBGKJSDBBGKB this is so cute it's cavity inducing

kyle being the cutest to rebecca but stan FORGETTING WENDY ???? SO FUCKING WEIRD STAN stop beating on kyle for his little crush

YO WHAT THE FRESH HELL REBECCA ??? she's a child hooker ???? kyle is screaming into his pillow

not kyle getting the shit beat outta him

NOW Y'ALL WANNA BE TEAM MARK ??? VERY WEIRD

this ep was funny okay I'll admit

EPISODE 13:

omg STARVIN' MARVIN' IS BACK LET'S GOOOOOO <3

future viv note: my notes on this episode did not save but it was very good tbh, marklar.

also the star wars refs were funny too

kyle also slayed

EPISODE 14:

also rewatching bc notes did not save

OH RIGHT THE WAR REENACTMENT

style vs cartman

SMORE'S SCHNAPPS

adults drunk af

MESSENGER BUTTERS <3

"PROSPERITAH" "CONFEDERITAH" "AUTHORITAH"

"GIVE UP, FATASS THERE'S OVER 100 NATIONAL GUARD GUYS HERE"

"SUCK MY ASS" LMAO

STYLE SLAYED

[keichanz]

Oscurità, amore mio - I

I have absolutely no goddamn clue just what the hell I’m doing with this AU but i’m having way too much fun to stop.

inspired by a book series i’m reading and it’s hilarious and i just kept thinking “what if” and then well suddenly this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ sorrynotsorry

A fair warning: This story is not going to have an actual plot. It’s going to be all over the place. The parts/chapters will be random scenes of whatever my brain decides to concoct, although most of them will most likely be Inukag interactions, rating from K all the way to M. They will probably also be very sporadic. There will be violence, blood (nothing hardcore), sex, and other scandalous/nefarious things. If you’d like me to rate each chapter at the beginning so you know what to expect, lemme know. 

Big thanks go out to @sssuperbartola and @sesshsbae for agreeing to be my Italian customs/facts and translator sources lol. A lot of this story will take place in Italy becasue I wanted a change of scenery and they are my Italian queens <3 thanks guys, I appreciate it so much! Irene I know you were looking forward to this, so I hope you enjoy! ^_^

Note: There has been a title change! Previously known as Dalle Ceneri, Oscurità, amore mio means “Darkness, my love” in Italian. 

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The only reason why he’d noticed her at all was because out of all of the humans packed like vile smelling sardines into this sorry excuse of an establishment, grinding, swapping spit and outright fucking on the dance floor, her thoughts were definitely not normal considering the type of place this was. Because while everyone else was thinking about sex and booze and getting their next fix…

Hers was of the more musical variety detailing a certain violet creature from the 1950’s that had a penchant for eating people.

As soon as the infuriatingly annoying lyrics crashed through his frontal lobe and demanded his admittedly reluctant undivided attention – because the feminine voice in his head was very loud and damned near drowned out every other voice – he’d nearly spit out his drink trying to withhold the abrupt and completely untoward laugh that bubbled up in his throat. Which was very fortunate, because he’d paid six euros for a single glass of whiskey. He’d rather not waste his money spitting it all over the place.

He’d recovered quickly, however, and against his better judgment, he’d honed in on that feminine voice still mentally belting out those annoying lyrics, and as he focused solely on that particular thought trail – or in this case, song – everything else faded into the background in a dull roar that was easily ignored. The lyrics became crisp and clear in his head, as if they were being said directly into his ear, and with his concentration locked onto his target, finding the source was only the simple matter of slackening his hold, for lack of a better term, on the thought and allowing it to more or less drag his gaze back from whence it originated. He likened the unique sensation to riding along the invisible current in the thought’s wake, so to speak, although it would be harder to explain to someone who was not privy to mind reading as he was.

...one-eyed, one-horned, flyin’ purple people eater. Sure looks strange to me. Well he came down to earth and he lit in a tree...

And in this case the source just happened to be a black-haired bombshell sitting at the other end of the L shaped bar counter, wearing a skin-tight black leather top and skirt that had certain areas on his body tightening coupled with sexy as hell thigh-high boots. However if he had to choose the most starling thing about her, it wouldn’t be her choice in attire, her questionable taste in music, or even the hint of black lace he could see peeking out just barely from under the waistband that clingy leather skirt.

It would be the fact at how utterly and completely bored she looked. With her legs crossed at the knee and her elbow propped on the counter with her chin resting in her hand, her expression was one of blank indifference as she stared sightlessly at the air in front of her, one of her booted feet swinging idly along to the tune in her head.

It was a one-eyed, one-horned—hm?

There was no glass in front of her, suggesting she hadn’t ordered a drink, or if she had she’d declined a refill and already paid her tab. Curious despite himself, he probed a little deeper, sifting through surface thoughts overlaid with the general impatience of waiting, and that should have alarmed him but as distracted as he was, he failed to notice the annoying lyrics had stopped and a pleased smile had surfaced on full, kissable lips.

Oh, there you are.

Inuyasha balked at the thought and frowned. That was...quite random—

I was wondering when you’d finally show yourself. I’ve been singing that atrocious song for an hour now.  I nearly put myself into a coma.

Or perhaps not so random. What?

Well, I had to get your attention somehow, she thought and it belatedly occurred to him that she was speaking to him. Which meant she was aware of his presence in her mind. Shit. I figured singing the most obnoxious song known to man in a place where the norm would usually consist of sex and alcohol would be like homing beacon. Her smile turned sly. Glad to see I was right.

Inuyasha gaped at her. The little wench had played him.

Fuck. Why the hell did that turn him on. What the fuck.

Quickly regathering his wits about him and turning his head so she didn’t catch him gawking at her – this new development required a sense of caution now – Inuyasha schooled his expression and lifted his glass to his lips.

Well, well. This is certainly a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, I must say. Didn’t expect to find another MR all the way out here in this dingy little pub. He tipped his glass back and slanted a glance at the dark-haired woman. She was smiling and looked downright delighted.

Actually, she said and out of his peripheral he watched her swivel around in her stool, dark eyes peering out over the other patrons and he knew she was looking for him. I’m not a mind reader.

He frowned. Then how—

It’s more like…reading an individual’s emotions rather than thoughts, she interrupted and from the look of concentration on her face, she was trying to pinpoint his location using the emotions she could sense from him. Difficult, but not impossible, as evidenced when he saw her look over in his direction, however her eyes passed over where he sat.

Inuyasha kept a neutral face as he pondered her words, and though it was appealing to give a hint as to who she was speaking with, he found himself wanting to draw this out even longer, reluctant to end the exchange so quickly. He lifted his half-empty glass, stared at the amber liquid, and then out of nowhere realization dawned.

If you’re thinking the word ‘empath,’ she said, most likely picking up on the enlightenment that replaced muddled confusion, then you would be correct.

She sounded pleased and Inuyasha tried very hard to mask the surprise that rode on the coattails of that clarification. Empaths were rare, more so than even mind readers, and Inuyasha considered himself fortunate to have run into one here of all places.

Which most likely meant that she was here for a very specific reason because you didn’t just accidentally run into an empath. That was not how it worked. They were rare for a reason; they did not like to be found, and were experts and concealing their presence. So to have this woman openly admit that they were an empath could mean one of two things.

One, she was heavily protected, or two, she was looking for someone.

A minute later after shamelessly rooting around in her thoughts he knew which one it was, and it was a challenge to keep his initial reaction contained, a mix of bewilderment, suspicion, and delight. It was a strange reaction to be sure, and it didn’t exactly bode well for him, but he didn’t care. The situation had just significantly increased in the benefits factor for him, and he wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass him by. And besides…

Inuyasha always liked a challenge.

Intrigued, and not bothering to hide his curious amusement, Inuyasha remained blank faced as her eyes skimmed over him again, no doubt trying to match up the emotions she was sensing to a person’s expressions and movements. So far she wasn’t having any luck and he fought a smirk when he heard an annoyed huff over the dull roar of the pub. What, did she think he was going to make it easy for her?

She suddenly brightened and once again, Inuyasha had to resist the urge to shake his head in amazement. Did she even realize how obvious she was being?

And now you’re wondering why I would out myself like this, she accurately guessed and he had to applaud her. She was very good at what she did which told him she had a lot of experience under her belt. Damn, this just kept getting better.

He wasn’t worried, though. Despite what she was thinking, he wasn’t who she was looking for. He was confident in this because there was one particular reason why he was set apart from other mind readers, a singular advantage he possessed that would become glaringly obvious the second she identified him. It sort of made him disappointed because it would have been a lot more fun if he had been her target.

Well, fun for him, anyway. He couldn’t say the same for her and he lifted the half-empty glass to his lips to hide his grin.

The dark-haired woman laughed and the pleasant sound had his ears involuntarily flicking toward her from beneath his black ballcap. I’d love to tell you, she began and Inuyasha sensed a but. But I think that’s the kind of conversation that should be spoken face to face, don’t you think?

Hah. Nailed it.

So, why don’t you tell me who you are, and we can have a nice long heart to heart outside where we’ll have some…peace and quiet. Whaddaya say? What she did next cemented his idle suspicions that she knew he was watching her despite not knowing where he was; she swung around in her seat and thrust out her chest, fingertips drawing a tantalizing path over her collarbones, across her breasts, then further down her trim figure over a flat, toned stomach.

He couldn’t help it; momentarily forgetting himself he growled but then quickly whipped his head around before she could catch his very appreciative gaze. Damn, he had to hand it to her; she knew exactly what she was doing and if he wasn’t careful he was going to give himself away before he was ready. It was bad enough that she could probably feel his lust for her, and a quick glimpse into her mind revealed she had and was feeling quite proud of herself.

Fuck. He had to do something. He had to give himself an advantage again, up the ante somehow because if he didn’t she’d realize who – and what – he was, ending this little game of theirs, and he didn’t want that, at least not yet. But dammit, she was getting closer to finding—

Inuyasha suddenly stopped, and then wanted to kick himself for being so stupid. Duh, you idiot, he scolded himself, rolling his eyes and then in the next instant, when her eyes were averted for a split second, he vanished.

Kagome scanned the seats at the other end of the L shaped bar again, paused, and then slowly backtracked. Her eyes landed on an empty seat that she could have sworn had been occupied not even five seconds earlier. She tried to remember what he looked like, because the tall, muscular figure that came to mind could only belong to a man, and the more she thought about it, the more she could recall who had sat in the now vacant seat. She hadn’t seen his face, but the thick arm muscles and broad back encased in a black t-shirt had definitely warranted her appreciative attention, and coupled with the short, shaggy silver hair, the attraction had been almost instantaneous and just imaging what all that glorious muscle looked like naked had her body tingling in interesting places.

It was too bad she was on the job, otherwise she probably would have put her seduction skills to good use, but it was just as well he was gone now. Her boss would consider him a distraction, and she could remember quite vividly what had happened the last time she’d allowed herself to become distracted.

She would rather not have a repeat performance of that particular moment in time, thankyouverymuch.

Shaking her head, Kagome huffed and continued her search. Well? she prodded after his emotional grid had been silent for several minutes. She trailed a finger down the slender column of her neck, meant to entice her target as a provocative smile curled her lips. Come to me and we can—

A hand, much larger than her own and tipped with deadly looking claws circled the back of her throat and Kagome’s thoughts came to a screeching halt, her eyes going wide as a gasp whispered past her lips. She tensed, waiting for the inevitable crushing of her windpipe, cursing herself because there was only one person who that hand could possibly belong to.

“Tell me, mia piccola fenice,” a male voice growled in her ear and Kagome shivered as hot breath washed over her neck even as her eyes went wide at his chosen nickname. “How did you know? I find I’m rather curious.” He was so close his chest against her back and she hated herself for wondering how it would feel to have him pressed flush against her. He chuckled and her face flamed.

Get out, asshole. “Know?” she said aloud, feigning ignorance, though she should have known better.

He tsked. “Don’t play coy,” he rumbled and gave a subtle flex of his fingers around her throat, however he didn’t squeeze. “I’m giving you the rare chance to tell me instead of just finding out the easy way. Don’t make me regret that decision.” Talons dragged across her flesh and Kagome bit her lip to stifle any traitorous sounds from escaping.

Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth since it would be entirely foolish if she refused, Kagome slowly relaxed once she realized he wasn’t going to squeeze her throat and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her racing heart, although his breath on her neck was very distracting—

He chuckled again and Kagome mentally screamed, as much as in frustration as to force him out of her private thoughts. Goddammit!

Clearing her throat, her face red as she glared mulishly ahead of her, Kagome tried very hard to ignore the warmth of his hand as she gathered her thoughts. How did one explain what came naturally to them?

“Normal humans are very easy to read,” she began, her voice soft in case of eavesdroppers. “Their emotional grids are very loud and open, unguarded without fear of manipulation because our existence are just myths to them, stories to tell late at night, or whatever. Why should they feel the need to protect themselves against a mental assault, right? It doesn’t take much for me to get a lock on and, well...” She shrugged and he grunted in understanding. “So when I enter a place like a bar, the typical feelings I expect are lust, joy, and a general sense of carelessness.”

Inuyasha considered that and nodded; that’s basically what his nose told him as well so it made sense. It didn’t answer his question, though, so he gestured for her to go on with a wave of his hand.

Impatient, she inwardly snorted and he smirked, but let it go. She sighed, and she sounded a bit piqued as she continued, “You guys, on the other hand, are similar but have one notable difference. Your grids are more subdued. Um...muted, so to speak. You’re privy to the existence of humans such as myself, or even other creatures seeking to destroy, so therefore it’s an unconscious habit for you to mentally guard yourself against anything that might manage to sneak past your defenses, thus your emotions aren’t as loud or open. It’s like...” She paused, wrinkling her nose as she tried to come up with an accurate description. “It’s like your grid is masked, or concealed behind a mesh wall. I can feel them to an extent as little wisps escape through the holes, but unless I’m focused solely on you, I’m unable to get an accurate read.”

Inuyasha absorbed all of that with a contemplative frown, turning her words over in his head, and he didn’t truly understand what she meant until she finished with, not without an eye roll, “So in other words, your presence is an annoying smudge on my otherwise crystal clear and perfect landscape of emotions and it’s instinct to investigate it until I find the source. Happy now, Dracula?”

Inuyasha snorted and couldn’t help but retort back with, “You know Dracula’s not the original name.”

“You’re all the same to me,” was her snappish reply and, goddamn, he loved her sass. When was the last time he’d enjoyed a woman’s company so much when he wasn’t fucking her against the nearest hard surface?

“Yeah, see,” he drawled and something in his voice had Kagome’s brow puckering in puzzlement. “About that. We actually ain’t all the same.”

“What do you mean?”

“For starters,” he said, his tone blasé, “my diet doesn’t include a weekly dose of O positive.”

Completely confused now, because every vampire required blood at least once a week to survive, Kagome jerked herself out of his hold and he let her, his hand falling away. She took a few steps before whirring around to face him, expecting soulless black eyes, a pale complexion, and mouth spread into a lethal fang-bearing grin.

She hit one out of three and though it should have made her feel marginally better, the look he was giving her suggested she was still very much in danger.

*Mia piccola fenice - my little phoenix 

I | II | III

[hihellogoodbyebruh]

SEASON 4 FINALE BABYYYYY

NOT STARTING OFF WITH COCO’S FUNERAL PLEASE

You know what tho? Letty might get her shit together. I hate it has to come like this but she might do it. I believe in her.

Angel can’t even go to the site because he FUCKED. COCO’S. DAUGHTER. Omg every time I remember I’m pissed off again

They didn’t deserve him. You’re so right Letty. He was the best of them and now he’s gone. Damn we really gotta say goodbye. Imma miss tf outta Richard on this show. He brought such depth to Coco. He was phenomenal.

TIG!! MY PSYCHO LOVE!! WAIT NOT HIM ABOUT TO KILL OL’ BOY

And not the Nurse coming in

$80,000?! FOR ONE JOB???

WAIT I KNEW IT

DONT. EVER. THREATEN. EZ.

Zeke is dead and gone yall. He gone. This is EZ through and through. This some cold-blooded shit right here.

EZ you should at least give the girls the money. Like they ain’t do nothing

NOT MANNY MEETING WITH THEM. JESS FINNA SET THEM UP. PLEASEEEEE NOT MY BABYYYYYYY

OH GOD THE SONS ARE HERE

I’ve missed Tig a lot actually. It has been so nice seeing him. I’m gonna take “sexy and bad” as a reference to Venus. Her and Tig are still together because I say so.

Oooo Marcus finding out that they killed Montez and they got a snitch in the clubhouse. Shit finna get realllllll

Creeper don’t even talk to her. It’s a waste of time. Shiiiiittttt she do got all your tea

AND SHE TOLD HIM THERE’S A RAT IN SANTO PADRE

i want that bitch DEAD. YA HEAR ME? KATIE IS DONE. KEEP COCO’S NAME OUT YO MOUTH

Louie is botching it but his heart is in the right place and this is really fucking nice. I think the car is really cute.

Padrino says it’s 3 to 1 and EZ says “more of them to kill”….WHATS NOT CLICKING EZEKIEL????

They’re staging a coup. I said Padrino would always have my respect but they were gonna dethrone or murk him.

Wait Adelita killed him?? How’d she get involved??

Emily been playing secret spy all season and it’s all been for NOTHING. Miguel got himself back together and got his son back so quick. I can’t stop laughing omg 😂😂😂😂

And no, I do not care that Erin is dead. Me and Holland have beef since the Teen Wolf years so I never cared about the character. I’m sure Emily will plan some way to avenge her next season but for now Miguel is winning and I am LIVING

Sofia throwing up and shit….guess we finna find out if she can really hang

NOT LIKE THIS!!! AND NOT BY FUCKING ISAAC DUDE. THEY FINNA BURN HIM??!!??!!!!

HE DOESNT DESERVE THIS!!

ELGIN WHEN I FIND YOU

Letty went and got Hope!! Okay that makes me feel better. That’s really nice. The women sticking together and I’m so damn proud of Letty! I KNEW SHE COULD! I just hope that Hope doesn’t run when things get hard again because they will and Letty is still growing. And so is she.

“We have that in common” You are yo Daddy son. DUH!

We finna lose Pops too?? He might as well tell the truth.

SECRET’S OUT LETS GOOOOOOOO

He finna killswitch????

Angel has a SON. He don’t wanna do this shit. What a fucked position to be in. But has he even told EZ about the baby yet??

EZ is out of CONTROL. They are so bloodthirsty and FOR WHAT? Y’all started this shit, wouldn’t even let Marcus finish talking because you’re thinking off pure emotion.

Y’all finna burn this club to the fucking ground. He is absolutely right. They gon see next season. They gone see.

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO EVERYONE SEEING THE POWER PLAY FOR WHAT IT IS BUT IT’S TOO LAAAAAATE

Bishop’s face! Angel’s face!

Look at EZ sitting comfortable on the throne and giving a damn State of the Union address. THIS SPEEEEEECH!! HE’S WHACKED

Angel finna have a real tough time next season. Oh boy.

Poor Jay-Jay’s family….I guess this was Sofia proving herself tho. Ez really should give them the money. Some if it. Something.

That Ez and Angel scene was…..I don’t know what to say besides I’m real scared. I’m SO. SCARED. I just wanna repeat again that Ez IS GONE.

Creeper finna SNITCH?! DONT PISS ME OFF.

Oh HE IS TAKING ALL THE HEAT. A REAL MUTHAFUCKA FOR LIFE !!

Ez look a plum fool still on that twin mattress.

I think Angel got the location from Padrino and burned that bitch to the ground.

Wow wow wow y’all done stressed me tf out

See ya next season

[bigskydreaming]

ANYWAY.

Current mood is contemplating an AU wherein Boone (yes that Boone, its been too long since a Dick and Boone shitpost so off we goooooooo) anyway, so AU wherein he graduates from his League of Shadows training around the same time Dick becomes Nightwing, and since I headcanon Boone having known who Dick really is for years because he’s not a complete dumbass and Dick Grayson is a fairly high profile figure and it doesn’t take a genius to look at a picture of him and recognize him as “aka Freddy Lloyd,” I mean, they did live together for weeks or even months.....

POINT IS, so Boone is all done with his training and sees Nightwing bigwigging it up with the Titans and then sees there’s a new Robin in Gotham, and all these thoughts come together in a perfect storm for Boone to be like LETS PLAY “WHAT IF I GO FUCK WITH FREDDY!”

SO. In this AU Nightwing and Shrike’s confrontation slash reunion happens before he ever moves to Bludhaven to be a solo act and when he’s still based out of New York, and actually takes place in Gotham during a period when Bruce is out of town on an extended mission or something, as this Shrike figure starts stalking Robin and Jason is like UMM HELP GIRL, I mean not that I need it CUZ I DON’T, but like if you want to come help with this weirdo I guess that’d be alright, we could hang, its cool.

So Dick trainsurfs down to Gotham all quick like a bunny and is like waaaaaait a minute, this guy calls himself Shrike? That’s weirdly specific, I knew another Shrike once......and Jason’s like maybe this is the same guy? And Dick’s just all umm no, he’s dead. He like, died and stuff. He made like a corpsicle. Definitely not him, its gotta be someone else....oh fucking hell, its Boone. Of course its Boone. Why did it have to be Boone?

And Jason’s like who the fuck is Boone?

Dick shushes him distractedly. Nobody. There is no Boone, only Zuul. Eat your vegetables.

Jason: You are the weirdest person alive, and that’s saying a lot, I live with Bruce. What is going on right now?

Dick: Nothing? *examines himself in a mirror that is actually just a broken piece of window glass procured from yon surrounding rooftops* Hey how does my hair look? Is it wavy enough? I feel like it could be more wavy.

Jason: Is your hair - what? Dude, is this Boone guy like your ex-boyfriend or something?

Dick: Please. As if. He wishes. Also I knew him when we were like twelve. Or eleven. Maybe ten. I forget. It was definitely pre-pubescent though.

Jason: That’s not a denial.

Dick: Its also not an admission and also stop being smart and insightful, its rude and I did not ask. Besides, its not like I’m trying to look good for Boone, eww, he’s a loser, I would never. I’m just trying to look BETTER than him.

Jason: Ahh. Well. That’s different then.

Dick: See? You get it.

Jason: Not even a little bit. If this is what puberty does to you I want no part in it.

Dick: Too late. Its already begun. I spy hairs on your chinny-chin-chin.

Jason: What kind of bizarre Three Little Pigs segue is.....who ARE you right now?

Dick: Stop victim-blaming me for my discombobulation! I haven’t seen Boone in years and he could be here any second now and he already has the lead, I can not let him confront me in a state less than poised, suave and sophisticated, its just the RULES.

Jason: Well you’re off to a stellar start. Why is it so important you win this whatever this is with whomever Boone is and also are you still going to therapy? I feel like maybe not and maybe that was a mistake.

Dick: You’re a terrible little brother, just the worst. And okay, look. Its complicated, see. I met Boone at a very specific time in my life when both of us were kinda floundering in that verb kinda way, not like the Little Mermaid kinda way.

Jason: Stop using similes. I’m begging you. It hurts.

Dick: THE POINT IS......we were both.....kinda lost, at the time. Aimless. Looking for purpose. And one of the things we both ended up kinda turning to in search of that purpose was like.....our natural competitiveness.

Jason: Wait. You’re competitive? You? OMG THIS IS BRAND NEW INFORMATION.

Dick: I hate you. You are a blight upon the wheatfields of my soul. NOW IF YOU’LL EXCUSE ME, I WAS MONOLOGUING. Okay. So. Boone and I, we kinda fell into this cycle of eternal competition, that was intensified by us not really having anything else that was OURS at the time, so it became sorta like....the only thing that mattered? If that makes sense?

Jason: Weirdly, that’s the first thing you’ve said all night that DOES make any sense. Okay. I’m keeping up. Continue.

Dick: So it was like constant one-upmanship. If I snuck in somewhere without a trace, he had to sneak in better. If he was unmoved by being surrounded by dead bodies and gore, I had to be more unmoved. If I escaped from a deathtrap in half the time expected, he had to halve that when it was his turn, and if he made it through an obstacle course while bleeding from a leg I had to beat him while bleeding from both legs, look it was this whole thing.

Jason: Wait, and you knew this guy when you were ten? Where the fuck did you two even MEET? Jason Voorhees’ Little Daycamp of Horrors?

Dick: ANYWAY. The point is everything is about competition with us, it always has been, and like, he’s the only person who was ever able to keep up with me at least at the time and just like I was the same for him, and so we hated each other because we were both mad at the world back then and hated everybody and everything, especially the one and only other guy who kept showing us up, but at the same time, we were closer to each other than anyone else in the world at the time because we were the only ones on each other’s same page and able to stay on that same page so there was like.....weird solidarity in that? Idk. I TOLD YOU IT WAS COMPLICATED.

Jason: No, its okay, I get it. So what happened?

Dick: Oh, our mentor died and Boone thought it was all my fault. His name was Shrike too and given that Boone’s here now and calling himself Shrike, I’m guessing he still does.

Jason: .....uh huh. Was it your fault?

Dick: Only a little bit! It was mostly gravity. That bitch.

Jason: Ooookay, not touching that one. So. In conclusion: he’s.....here to kill you then? Or he’s not here to kill you then.....?

Dick: Oh he’s here to kill me, but ONLY if he can beat me first. If he can’t beat me, then no, he’s not here to kill me, just whine, wangst and moan at me.

Jason: And by beat you, you mean at.....having wavy hair?

Dick: At EVERYTHING. Ugh, were you even paying attention?

Jason: Oh yeah. I’m SO glad we cleared all this up. Next time, just simplify and explain he’s your childhood frenemy turned actual nemesis.

Dick: Huh. Yeah, y’know what, that does pretty much cover it....

Jason: Who you totally want to bone due to unresolved and conflicting feelings stemming from your brief but intense time together in your formative years as well as and compounded by your neurotic obsessive attraction to hyper-competent individuals who challenge you on physical, mental and emotional and even moral levels.

Dick: What the....a) you’re wrong, b) STOP STEALING MY PSYCH TEXTBOOKS and c) you could not BE more wrong.

Jason: Your hair looks flat and lackluster. He’s totally gonna beat you there.

Dick: You’re the actual worst. 

[princessmuk]

911 S6E1 Reactions!!!

Seeing the previews is just reminding me that we never saw the ghost roommate episode :/ I was so curious to know wtf happened and I’ll never know 😭😭😭

LETS GOOOOOOOO

Oh my god not High Hopes

THE BLIMPPPP

Oh this poor girl

Uh ohhhh the blimps goin downnn

There is no way they could do this quick enough lmao

Stampede!!!

YOU DUMBASS THATS NOT A BOMB

ATHENAS HAIRRRR

Okay why is Maddie so gorgeous tho

EDDIEEEE

*What a Man plays*

BUCKKKKK

The way Buck said Eddie’s name… why did that make me feel smth—

Athena doing the medic role 🥺

HE JUMPED—

I legit thought he was gonna slide down that thing

Lmao the way Buck looked at Hen

Bobby and Athena going strongggg

This Google ad is fake as hell they’ve leaked so many of my passwords lmao

Nooooo I forgot she was gonna be out of the show for a while :(

Buck baby please 🥺

Eddie really diffused the situation well

HELLO????

HES JUSY MAKING DINNER

THEYRE SO DOMESTIC WTF

WAIT THEYRE AT BUCKS I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE

The things they are saying… oh my god… Eddie literally just said Buck could have gotten a new gf for no reason. Had nothing to do with the conversation. EDDIE

And BUCK DIDNT WANNA CHOOSE THE WRONG ONE

HE SAYS LOOKING DIRECTLY INTO EDDIES EUES

MADNEYYYYYYYY OMH YES DONIT

STAY WITH HIM PLEASE

The ball is gonna go in the wood chipper and the dad is gonna try to get it back

Or the son

CALLED IT

Oooo he gay

DO NOT STICK YOUR HAND IN THERE

I CALLED IT THOOO

ong now his ring is in there

NO

IT WENT THEOIGH HIS DADS CHEST?!?!?!?

Okay but back to that Buddie scene. Someone please gif that I NEED to see their facial expressions again

Like that was SO GAY

Also I cannot emphasize enough — CHRIS AND EDDIE BEING DOMESTIC AT BUCKS PLACE AND EATING DINNER?????? PEAK DOMESTICITY HOLY SHIT

Like I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE it was Buck’s place

Buddie is going canon this season I stg

Do you think they already had the hang out planned or did Eddie invite himself over bc he knew Buck was salty

Buck wtf. You can’t just take over while Bobby is still here 😭😭😭

Show initiative don’t literally step on his toes

Eddie and Bobby’s reactions lmfao

Josh ships it hard

Yes girl just tell him!!!

Girl. No offense but you look the same age as them. And I say that as someone who is also near your age.

This is adorable. I hope we actually get to see the honey moon 🥺

Okay this will be overheating or dehydration. Or some weird random thing nobody could predict

SIR????

Buck and Eddie’s expressions behind Bobby are so funny

What a trio lmao

Hennnnnnn

Athena’s cardigan is so cute

End of year two 🥺🥺🥺

Oh so they’re. Gone.

Aw 🥺 He’s planning bc be doesn’t wanna drink

Lmao Maddie

THE FLASJBACKS

KISS PLEASE

OMH

My heart has stopped

KISS

PLEASE

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Okay so what happens when Buddie kisses and they do the same flashback thing

OH????

Did they sleep together. And he just. LEFT???

But she was so happy when she turned around. Like so excited 🥺🥺🥺

Lmao Chimney is getting schooled

Don’t you DARE give her another love interest

LMFAO ICONIC

Face your fears girl

Please just TALK

Awwwwwww

Madney wedding this season IM CALLING IT

“Our ambulance” - insert communism meme

ALSO CLIPBOARD BUCK

Not Bobby not even realizing lmfao

CAPTAIN HEN WILSONNNNNN

YESSSSS

Buck baby your heart is right on your sleeve rn

THE COUCH

The couch is a direct metaphor for a lover. So that conversation earlier…. IM TELLING YA

Hennnnnnnn

Um. Sir. You can’t just lift a chair like it’s nothing.

SHES MOVING BACK IN

Also. Hm. Chris and Eddie at home playing the same game at home without Buck. Right as Buck sets up his chair showing he’s single. Very very interesting.

Why did I know he was gonna get hurt

WAIT THE NEXT EPISODE IS THE CAR??? AH

[evilblot]

Ey fam, how about Silent Hill for the ask meme if you're still doing it?

Oh damn you really wanna bring the big guns to the playground uh? Let's goooooooo 🔥🔥

*Only one disclaimer though: I am not familiar with the SH community, so if I pick a character who according to the fandom doesn't fall into the category I decided to put them into... Sorry but I literally don't care, I do what I want jdbhd

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

In my restless dreams, I see that man. James Sunderland. I promised I'd stop thinking about him someday... But I never did. Well, he became my poor little meow meow now... We hang out in our 'special place'... We're waiting for you...

I also think about Valtiel and Pyramid Head. An awful lot if I might but not for the reasons y'all might think of. I love them twitchy bastards so much, I wish they would take me by the hand and show me the secret to be so fucking amazing and with a flawless lore and a character design so on spot people still talk about it to this day <3c

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

The One Truth! Nobody talks about him and it makes me sad... I mean look at him? He's so cool, his symbolism is slaying the absolute penis and ngl I'd kill to get a hug from him. I want him to pick me up and hold me gentle like the hamburger pwease <3c

Oh! Also Raw Shocks (Abstract version), they look like wet kittens in a cardboard box, so ofc I want to take them all home with me jddhd

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

Heather, or rather Cheryl Mason. I honestly don't know nor care about her being underrated or not but I really love her and how's her character is handled. She gets a lot of shit for being "annoying" but she's a angry confused teenager dropped in an unforgiving cruel world so cut her some slack please?

Also shout out to my girl Lisa Garland, I'm gonna pick you up at 7 and take you somewhere nice, you deserve a break and a proper meal bestie.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

Douglas Cartland! He's a sad old man who lost the light in his eyes and who can be seen walking around in boxers with the help of a cheat code.... What's not to love here? <3c

Very worthy of mention is also Fukuro Lady. I still have so many questions about her... Who is she? What's her story? Is she single? 👀 You get the idea jdbdb

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

James Sunderland voted once again as wettest most pathetic littlest meow meow of them all but I'd still make out with him if left unsupervised, more at 8.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

Vincent. I'm gonna act stupid on purpose while challenging his religious theories, cackling like a mad man as he slowly goes insane trying to keep up with me.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

You know, I was about to say Claudia but fuck that, the only one who deserves to be yeeted to eeby deeby is Eddie and that's on that, no i don't accept criticism, only cash.

And we're done, sorry for the delay but this has been a real challenge ngl... Anyway, tènkius so much for the ask and sorry (<- not sorry) I desecrated this astounding piece of gaming history too with my poor life choices jdhfhdh

[memorys-skyscraper]

Endwalker day twoooooo

AYMERIC im love youuuuuu, omg papa Gaius too? everybody’s showing up all of a sudden

LOOK at this fucking crew omg, BRD, WHM, SCH, WAR, BLM, MNK, DRG and MCH job tutors??? the pirate dudes???? Lyse & Pipin???? LUCIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is the BEST

I fuckin LOVE this pirate guy and his voice, omfg not Emmanellain lmaoooooooo he’s too much

OH MY GOD LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOOO THE STEPPE CREW FUCK YESSSS SADU AND MAGNAI omg poor Cirina “Sadu pls don’t kill them”

LMAO YSHTOLA “not to put too fine a point on it, but I wouldn’t be caught dead in that” queen

TATARUUUUUU YESSSSSS COME HANG OUT IN SHARLAYAN, also omg “while I’m confident you won’t go collapsing again (because a certain someone who shall remain nameless isn’t in a position to transport your souls to another world)” drag him Tataru

“several cutscenes will play in sequence” this is what I like to HEAR let’s go

oh my god of course they put Graha in the fucking rebel coat, I literally almost put it on too, thank god I didn’t, also love that Urianger gets his post-HW outfit again. wait hold up where do I get that jacket Thancred has on, gimme, I want it

(also why does Thancred talk so quietly this expansion, is this like a consequence of covid where his VA was recording from home so he had to be quiet or is this just a choice)

ah shit here we go again, playing as Thancred, god I wish I could move his skills around, also I love these little portraits next to the dialogue in this, also also where do I get Yshtola’s coat too

oh hey there’s a new animation for drawing your weapon in a cutscene, for DRK at least (I tend to do these solo duties on DRK bc I look dumb as hell running around with my SMN book lmao)

also since when is Pipin a DRK???? is it literally bc Raubahn gave him his sword but Raubahn is so fucking big that Pipin has to use it as a greatsword LMAO

also love that Sadu and Cirina are dating now

Emet really gassing himself up in this little narration for entering Garlemald, we get it bud, you’re super fucking smart, why are you even still talking you’re fucking dead

boy it’s fuckin grim in Garlemald, huh. real fuckin bummer here. this lil moment with the twins is too much

LOL the WHM kid being like “jesus CHRIST get over yourselves” and aero’ing everybody

fucking hell, under the chin?? they really cranked up the blood on this one

pirate boy and Emmanellain new brotp

since when can Ascians just snatch people up?? why don’t they do that more often??

FUCKING LMAOOOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCK IS THISSSSSSSSSSSSS KIDNAPPED TO DINNER WITH ZENOS WITH FANDANIEL BUTER????? I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE I AM LOSING IT

“Ah. Exposition is in order.” wonderful thank you fandango please exposit

Zenos just fuckin munchin away down there, minding his own business. LMAO FANDANGO “finish your dinner!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

oh my FUCKING god no we aren’t. NO WE AREN’T!!!! NO WE ARE NOT SWAPPING BODIES AND DUKING IT OUT!!!!!!!

this solo duty is fucking NUTS, I cannot believe this shit is happening. GRAHA NO, ALISAIE NO, PLEASE, STOP, ITS NOT ME, YSHTOLA CANT YOU SEE THATS NOT MY SOUL!!!!! YES QUEEN HELP!!!!!!!!!! ITS NOT ME!!!!!!!!!! TRUST YOUR OWN JUDGEMENT GIRL!!!!!!!!!!

fucking SHIT if they had me ME kill Graha and/or Alisaie I would have lost my fucking mind

well, we made it. the fuckin moon. here we are. loving all the nice piano music this expansion

im sorry? excuse me? sparkling dog?

I FOUND THE MOON CACTUARS, they are horrifying, I both hate and love them

Hythlodaeus!!!!!!!!!! my new old friend!!!!!!!! I love him sm

“a slave to sentiment, even after an eternity” yeah that’s Emet “In you I choose to believe, as Emet-Selch did” not this...................

FLYING DOG FLYING DOG FLYING DOG, ZENOS LOOK AT MY FLYING DOG

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaybe we shouldn’t’ve killed Elidibus, maybe Zodiark like, needed a brain. can we just pop back over to the first and get him out of the crystal tower real quick?

LMAOOO FANDANIEL “hold on ONE sec, can I just become Zodiark rq? thanks bye!!!!!!!!”

now hold up who was that? me? pre-sundering me? idfk, anyway this fight is happening way earlier than I thought which is GREAT news bc it means utterly wild shit is going to happen to keep this plot rolling, bc just based on this being lv 83 there’s 70% of the expansion left (at least I hope so)

GOD that trial was so FUCKING fun omg, I’m so excited for EX, it’s genuinely so fun to go into these trials with nobody knowing shit but all of us hyped as fuck and wiping and all being like “holy shit this kicks ass!!!! we all just died!!!! fuck yeah!!!!!”

anyway uhhhhhhhhhhh I done goofed??????? LMAO Zenos what the FUCK do you want, this is becoming ridiculous, my catboy looks so fucking over his bullshit lmao

this man is so fucking single-minded, he literally thinks of nothing else but figuring out how to fight me. like. just come with me. come hang out. it’s fine. we can be, like, actual friends. let’s go get dinner without Fandaniel. tbh I just want Zenos as a trust

THE BUNS!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY’RE SO CUTE!!!!! thancred looks like he’s gonna have a fucking stroke lmao, you okay my guy

oh im serving looks in these outfits from the bunnies, eorzea’s next top model has arrived. just kidding Urianger is the top model, yes king strike that pose

alright calling it there, I’ve slept about 4 of the past 42 hours lmao