#I find myself unreasonably funny

[thesaintofnevergettingitright]

Sometimes you just gotta shamelessly project on your parasocial best friends, ya know? 

[restinslices]

I love your stuff so much, could you write something with the reader getting jealous about Smoke? Someone getting a bit too close to him and the reader feels bad about it. And Tomas finds out and comforts her, finding it endearing.

And I love you💕 Idk why this was kicking my ass so bad. I did two drafts and idk if I like this but this is all I got😔

Word count: 1476

Tomas was not entirely stupid. 

Sure he had moments where he'd made something that should've been simple,  incredibly complicated but he wasn't stupid. He didn't think so at least. 

Anyone who's been around him for the past week might disagree though. 

Tomas had just returned from a mission along with his brothers, and naturally he was telling you all about it. If you were being honest with yourself, you weren't really listening. Tomas tended to ramble and his missions were usually the same as the last, so it was best to let him go on and on but still add commentary here and there. “Wow”, “Really?”, “No you didn't”, and other side comments would hold him. 

Your ears perked up and you started to listen more when he started mentioning women.

It's not that he couldn't speak to other women or he couldn't have female friends, you weren't that crazy. It was just the way he was describing them. Great fighters, moving with the wind, long flowy hair that danced in the sun. It was compliment after compliment, and as much as you hated to admit it, it made your heart squeeze. 

“Wanna tell me how they all looked in detail?” You said sarcastically. You expected Tomas to hear your sarcasm, realize what was wrong, apologize and keep telling his story. Instead he just chuckled and said 

“Then we'd be here all day”. 

Unfortunately for you, the day got worse. 

Another woman whose name you hadn't memorized was all over him. Giggling at jokes that weren't nearly as funny as she pretended they are and finding any reason to touch him. 

You should've said something. You should've communicated your feelings. That's how relationships are supposed to work. 

But you didn't. 

On one hand, you thought you had every reason to be jealous and if Tomas actually cared for your feelings, then he would've picked up on this and apologized. On the other hand you thought you were being unreasonable. Tomas couldn't help if some ditzy bitch liked him. Plus, you never told him how you felt, so you couldn't be mad at him for not understanding. In the same breath though, why didn't he tell her to get off of him and why did he feel it was necessary to describe how great these other women he met were? 

You were arguing with yourself for a solid week, and each day that devil on your shoulder got louder. After all, if Tomas did care about how you felt, he'd stop entertaining that girl. Everytime she was near, you left. Didn't you absence bother him?

But once again, that damn angel got in the way telling you to just be honest with him. He'd understand. How can you be mad at something you hadn't communicated upsets you?

But communication came with shame. How would you look telling Tomas that you got a little butt hurt about him talking about other girls and a girl that kept flirting with him? He'd either understand, or he'd be upset. That's how relationships fell apart, right?

No. It was the lack of communication. 

Maybe?

“I'm gonna throw myself down the stairs” you mumbled. 

“Why?” he asked. 

You somehow forgot he was there. You and him were in charge of washing dishes for the week, but neither of you had been talking. 

“I just hate washing dishes” you said, not completely lying. 

It went silent again, the only thing filling the air being the sounds of you washing and him rinsing. 

Then that silence was broken. 

“Are you ignoring me?” he asked. You didn't know how to answer. You didn't mean to ignore him. You were just in your head a lot. 

You didn't answer and he sighed. “Did I do something?”

“No” you answered without thinking. It was a reflex at this point. Tomas over thought things a lot and you'd have to remind him not everything was on him. Telling him he wasn't at fault was natural, but you weren't sure who was at fault now. 

“I mean… I don't know. It doesn't matter”

“It does to me”

“Does it?”. 

You closed your eyes and breathed slowly. You were being way too harsh and you knew it. Tomas was asking you to share what was going on in your head, and you were saying no?

You opened your eyes again. Your mouth opened a few times, trying to figure out how to put what you were feeling but it never felt right. 

“I don't know how to get this out. It doesn't even make sense in my head. It won't make sense out loud”

“Just say it anyway and I'll ask you questions if I'm confused”. You wondered how Tomas was so good and patient and wondered if he learned that from one of his parents. Or maybe his sister. Either way, you mentally thanked whoever he learned from. 

“Ok so, I just feel- no. No, I should explain first in chronological order. You came back and then… actually that sounds really accusatory”. You groaned and looked over at him “can you just tell me to shut the fuck up”. 

He smiled a little and shook his head. “I wanna hear it. We have all day”. 

“It's late at night. That is not true”. He didn't respond and he wouldn't until you confessed whatever you were thinking. 

“Chronological order then…”, after some more stumbling and backtracking you managed to get it all out. Why you were jealous, when it started, how conflicted you felt and how ashamed you felt for being jealous in the first place. The whole time he just listened, nodded, and furrowed his brows at some parts. You couldn't tell if it was confusion or anger. 

“I didn't mean it that way” he said when you were done. “When I said 'then we’d be here all day’. I just meant there was a lot of them, which I realize now still sounds bad but I didn't mean it in some 'they were just too beautiful’ way. I didn't hear your sarcasm”

“And I just kept conversation with her to be nice. I don't know. I didn't wanna seem rude”

“Being rude can go a long way”

“I guess. And I noticed your absence, I just didn't know why. I figured you needed space for whatever reason, so I didn't bother you”

“I think it's impossible for you to bother me”. 

Once again, he smiled and let out a small laugh. You looked back down at the soapy water and that's when you felt like a complete idiot. You were worrying him when you could've been had this conversation. 

“I'm an idiot”

“I don’t think so” and you could tell by his voice that he was smirking. “I think you're just really in love with me”

“Ok buddy”. You rolled your eyes, even if he was right. 

“It's cute”

“It's embarrassing”

“Loving me or-”

“Being jealous. I haven't been that jealous before with anyone else”

“I'm not like anyone else”

“You're white. You're quite literally like everyone else-” Tomas flicked water your way, some of it getting in your eye. 

“I'm gonna kill you”

“You wouldn't. You'd get jealous over the Grim Reaper”. You frowned but he kept smiling that stupid smile that was both loving and antagonistic. Then he laughed. A nice heartfelt laugh that ended up making you crack a smile. 

“Are you smiling because I'm laughing?”

“Absolutely not”,  you lied. 

“You really got a thing for me”

“I've never met you a day in my life”

“That's even more embarrassing then if you're that in love with me”. You went to make another smart comment, but he bumped his shoulder against yours “hey”, he said softly. So soft it threw you off guard. “I think it's cute. You're like a little guard dog”. 

“Were you dropped on your head as a baby and now your social cues are scrambled? A guard dog? I'd prefer if you stabbed me. Here-”, you went to grab a knife but he caught your hand. Any other time you would've hated this. Both your hands were soaking and something about the feel of that made you skin crawl, but you guessed you could deal with that. 

“I think it's cute that you love me so much. I just wish you'd be more honest about what you feel. I was worried”. 

You cringed. You supposed that was your fault. You and your dumb brain making shit complicated, which is something you swore was more of a Tomas thing. 

“I'll be better. I promise. I'll start now”

“Now?”

“Now. The texture of you wet hand makes me wanna die. Please unhand me”. He couldn't help but laugh as he let you go, and you couldn't help but laugh as well. 

You didn't know what you were laughing at. 

You were just happy to be laughing together. 

Finally getting back to requests. The crowd goes wild. Tumblr has this big space between lines so I cannot tell if the format is weird and I should add more space or if I’m tweaking. Oh well.

[deepwithintheabyss]

abyss I need Slade doing the am I the asshole but with his relationship with Dick. And he’s like “his father is younger than me. And disapproves. Problematic? Also my boyfriend is 23 and pregnant. Thanks.”

Tim would obviously find the account and flip his shit

This had me cackling, very specific request. (fuck how old is Slade again?), also this would probably be something he gets advised for going to the relationships thread (okay not anymore after I edited my first idea) (I'm talking like I know and use reddit xD I just see some screenshots)

fullfilled the first part of the prompt but not the second, hope you're happy anyways

AITA threatening to whisk my partner away after his father threatened to make us break up?

I'm gonna be frank, I only am writing this because my boyfriend thinks it's a funny idea.

Aparently the fact that I was a teenager while my partners adopted father was just a child is one of the man's main concerns and he tries to bring it up ever single time we see each other. If it's not that it's about my job and what I do and the rules he tries to impose upon me for being "part of the family now" or when I'm in his home city.

I think he's being unreasonable and needlessly concerned. It's not like the he is much older than my partner, age-wise they're more like brothers than father and son (not to mention that the whole family relationships are a mess anyway, I swear they change it every few months just to fuck with me)

After he learned my partner was pregnant he threatened me with several bodily harm and a promise to ensure that I would never be able to touch my partner again or be able to come near him, much less see my child. He even tried to imply that he would try to convince my partner to abort but we are all aware that my partner wants to have children and wouldn't listen to such a request. (Also the Bastard is weak for children as well so that was most likely a bluff to begin with).

Upon this I told him that if he even tried to seperate me and my partner I would flee the country and move somewhere where even the bastard wouldn't be able to find us.

He took this very seriously and got even more problematic, instead of backing down (not that that was to be expected). His... there is no good word to describe that person, my partners adopted grandparent disapproved of my choice of words and tried to tell me I was very out of line for it.

I do not think I am in the wrong whatsoever, nor does my partner. We are both allowed to do what we want with our own lives and I think it would actually be helpful if my partner left the controlling clutches of his father, at least for long enough to raise our child.

While the rest of the family is a bit wary of me it is for very different reasons and no one else has opposed our relationship yet. (Ignoring my partners youngest brother but that's more childish jealousy from suddenly having to share my partners attention with me.)

So am I the asshole for threatening to distance myself and my partner from his adoptive father until he learns to calm down about our relationship?

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lillypads98 WAit wait wait wait we need more information, you are how old??? and you think it's just okay to be together with your patner? and whats up with the fmaily anyway??? hello is no one questioning this??

TforTimeSpentThinkingAboutSpleens lmao if this is who i think it is and i dont think im wrong then im going to make sure all the others see this too also i would NEVER let him vanish like that nice try

neoforhero NTA for sure, sounds like your partners father has some serious control issues, while I think you might have reacted a bit extreme it seems to be something that has been building up for a while. (He tries to control your behaviour when you enter the city??? Who does he think he is? Fricking Batman?

[toastytransgal]

Holy fuck, I just purged like over 2/3rds of my followers because they were all just sissy or trans-fetishizing blogs. Went from about 1500 to now less than 350. Cause of this I deleted all the pics if myself I've posted here, and don't intend to upload any more. I'll double check later on my pc if I deleted them all, it'd also be nice if anyone could dm me any that I've missed.

Going through all these blogs has made me feel so gross, I found so many blogs run by people saying they "want to fulfill their trans fetish one day", or sissy blogs that say they aren't interested in men or women, ONLY sissies. Like I don't have any problem with your fetish, UNTIL you start associating yourselves with trans people, or tagging your shit with trans people, or fucking CALLING TRANS PEOPLE SISSIES. I fucking hate it, it makes me so unreasonably angry. I just want them all to go away...

Not to mention, whenever I'd post pics of myself, the amount of unsolicited dick pics I'd receive. Holy fuck it's like I'm on grindr in all the worst ways possible. I even feel bad reblogging other trans peoples' selfies, cause now I just sick my fucking huge following of chasers, sissies and weirdos on people unintentionally.

So, from here on out, no more pics of me, if you see any pics of me please send me the post so I can delete it. I'm tired of blocking these people, tired of having the most unpleasant interactions with them. I'm just fucking tired of this. Why can't I just be on the internet in peace, free from fetishizing fuckers harassing me with pics of their cocks. Leave me the fuck alone.

My blog is just gonna be reblogging stuff I find funny, and probably more pics of my dogs. Feel free to unfollow if you wanna. 🤷‍♀️

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi sex witch, i realise that this is not an actual sex ed related question and I hope this isn't overstepping any bounds.

I'm sort of in a weird spot right now a la my sexuality and am trying to figure out if I actually want a relationship and if what I feel is romantic attraction or Friendship levelled up. I've known for a long time that I'm Demisexual or Ace, and I thought I knew that I still felt romantic attraction but now I'm less sure.

How did you come to realise that you were aromantic? In that discovery did you ever wonder if it was a sort of 'mental block' or something similar that would be better off working through? (I ask because I'm sort of stuck in that state of mind right now, and I'm just curious to see if it's a common experience or not)

I realise that this is a fairly sensitive topic, and I really don't mean offense by asking.

I also realise that no two people's experiences will be the same but I was interested in hearing about it from another person's perspective.

I hope you have a great day whether or not you give this ask the time of day.

I've asked you other things in the past and it's always been brilliantly helpful. Thanks a lot for everything you do.

hi anon,

no worries about overstepping boundaries :) this is a pretty reasonable thing to ask of someone, and I'm happy to talk about it!

there's a funny story that I tell about the moment I probably should have known, but didn't yet have the language. in sixth grade my class had an assignment that involved making a collage timeline of the rest of our lives (a proto-vision board of sorts) and I think I was the only kid in the class who didn't put getting married on my timeline. everyone else did, as far as I can remember, and most of them also included having kids. being a pedantic little fuck I pointed out to several of my friends that it was really unreasonable to assume they would find someone they liked enough to marry who liked them back, to which everyone told me (paraphrasing) to shut the fuck up and stop being a little bastard.

but it still seemed very strange to me, because even when I was very young - back when I barely had the language to conceptualize being gay, let alone aromantic - I never imagined my life with a romantic partner. romantic pairings were interesting in stories, sure, I ate that shit up from a very young age! the star-crossed lovers shit going on in American Dragon: Jake Long did a number on my developing brain, and my Barbies and Littlest Pet Shops got up to INSANE relationship drama, but for myself it never really felt, like, relevant? not unpleasant, just uninteresting.

but I still had crushes on people as I grew up, and more importantly I had crushes on people of various genders, so during my teen years I was WAY more preoccupied with repressing my burgeoning bisexuality than drawing any conclusions about my romantic orientation

spoilers: the bisexuality won.

in college I had a friend who identified as asexual at the time, who spent maybe a year trying to convince me that I was aromantic. and I didn't want to hear it! I don't know why, honestly; maybe some part of me, despite loving the community I had found coming into my queerness, was still subconsciously afraid of being too different and grappling with the consequences.

so instead I did this uuuuh real dirtbag thing where instead of just acknowledging to myself that I was pretty fundamentally uninterested in romantic relationships and that that's fine, I spent the first half of college leaning hard on self-deprecation to explain my single status. oh, me? why aren't I dating? well, I'd probably be a really bad partner. yeah, I suck. I mean, I'm so busy all the time! and I'm weird.

(at the time I know I definitely had friends who assumed I was Like That because my parents were divorced, which is hilarious old-fashioned and also categorically untrue. I was Like This way before my parents got divorced!)

it actually took a relationship ending pretty badly to make peace with the idea that maybe I didn't want a relationship at all. I won't get into the details on that, because it involves another person and we were both very young and accidentally hurt each other a lot in ways we didn't mean and I don't think anyone was the villain, but I don't want it to come across like I had one bad breakup and then swore off romance, a thing I'd previously been interested in, forever. it was more like I found myself in a really heightened situation - they really desperately needed a good and attentive romantic partner after getting out of a bad relationship, I wanted our friendship to stay exactly the same but with a sexual component - that made very, very obvious what I was actually looking for in non-platonic relationships. which was, I guess, actually pretty platonic relationships, but with genitals involved.

haha just kidding, I actually didn't get that part through my skull until I spent an entire summer crying constantly, dissociating frequently, and spending way too much time on BAD dates having even worse sex that made me feel gross! but we got there eventually.

that part probably isn't super relatable to you if you're somewhere in the ace realm, sorry about that.

anyway, once the dust settled and I felt halfway human again I was feeling vulnerable and open to change - finally willing to see myself in a new way and reckon with parts of myself that I hadn't been before. I remembered what my buddy had always said about me seeming Really Aromantic, and I let it settle on me. how would I feel, if I actually was aromantic? how would it change my life, how I thought about myself?

and if I can use a cliche with you? it felt like a weight rolling off my shoulders. I suddenly had a whole sturdy base to build a better understanding of myself on, an easy way to justify the way I lived that didn't require throwing myself under a bus.

thinking of myself through the lens of aromanticism felt like a huge, HUGE relief, and frankly I think that, more than anything, is the best way for anyone to decide if they should be applying any identity label to themselves. which brings us back to you! I actually don't believe in the model of sexuality and gender that posits a secret innate Right Answer buried in each person that they'll discover if the just find the right terminology. all of the words we use are the result of our time and place, right? people like us existed all through history with different words for themselves, and they'll exist way after us calling themselves things we can't imagine.

so basically: I came to realize I was aromantic because calling myself aromantic felt like loving myself, and if that's the case for you than I strongly recommend you do it, too.

happy pride xoxo

[fallenclan]

how many cats gave teddyfluff the shovel talk. like he was expecting her children, that was kind of a given (they love him but sorrelstem is their Top Priority).

i imagine like half the fucking clan just goes up to him like "hey. if u break her heart they'll never find the body." and he's just like "oh cool but i wont i pinky swear". and he's so freaked out because he loves sorrelstem so much he would never fumble her he loves her,,,

and he thinks that's the end of it. then he goes asleep and shrewkit shows up like "hey teddyfluff im really happy u and mom got together but if you hurt her i will revive myself just to kick your ass!!"

-🍭 (anyway FUCK YEAH TEDDYSORREL TRUTHERS aka me STAY WINNING RAAAAH!!!)

the idea of Teddyfluff getting the shovel talk from his mate's dead kid is unreasonably funny to me. bro went to sleep, woke up, and a child ghost is staring at him like "if u mess with my mom you will be joining me in the afterlife buddyboy"

[munson-blurbs]

Hello again! So, I'm not sure if you're ok with this type of request but I didn't find anything that says otherwise. As a "sober" SH myself, I'd like to see Eddie x Femreader that has a lot of self-harm scars. Like, her entire arms are covered with it and other people stare, points at her, and so on.

I just want you to know that I'm so glad you're no longer hurting yourself. You should be proud of yourself for overcoming so much, and I'm so glad you're here.

I hope this fic is cathartic for you. I know I wish I had an Eddie Munson by my side when I was struggling <3

Warnings: mentions of self-harm (please do not read if this is triggering for you), scars, bullying, language

WC: 882

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It's sweltering today in Hawkins, 95 degrees and humid. Unreasonably warm for June, in your opinion. You crank the air conditioning in your car on your drive to school, but Hawkins High is stuffy and stifling.

It also doesn't help that you're wearing a denim jacket, not as some kind of fashion rebellion, but to hide the scars that line your arms. You'd started back in middle school after enduring day after day of bullying, desperate for an escape. Now, years later with countless therapy sessions under your belt, you've acquire safer coping mechanisms. Unfortunately, journaling or curling up with a book and a cup of tea didn't make the scars disappear.

They'd faded slightly, but were still too pink and prominent for your comfort, so you chose to keep them covered when you were in public. But now, as sweat dripped down your neck and crept down your back, you're seriously reconsidering your position.

Taking a deep breath, you carefully remove the jacket and tie it around your waist. Okay, this isn't too bad, you think, making your way through the cafeteria to the lunch line. You reach for a slice of pizza when you hear it:

"What the fuck is on your arms?"

Your head snaps up at Jason Carver's sneering voice. How ironic, considering he was one of the bullies who made you feel like you'd had to cut in the first place. He's said it loud enough that some students are turning around to stare. And even though it's only a few people, it feels like the world has its eyes on you as you as you run right back out of the room, tears brimming.

One of those people is Eddie Munson, standing shell-shocked at the vending machine nearby.

You'd developed something between an acquaintanceship and a friendship over this past year after you'd joined Hellfire in an attempt to be more social. He was funny, and sweet, and was a really good Dungeon Master. The reason you weren't closer was because you were worried about letting people get close to you. The more knowledge they had about you, the more they could hurt you with.

You duck into the library and hide behind a bookshelf in the non-fiction section, curling up into yourself and crying as softly as you can. The last thing you need is the librarian marching over and shushing you in the middle of a panic attack.

Deep breaths, you remind yourself. Inhale for three, exhale for three. Your therapist would be so proud, you wryly think.

You wipe the tears from your cheeks as you practice your breathing exercises, so focused that you don't even notice the lanky metalhead sit down beside you.

"Hi," he whispers, and you gasp, bringing a hand to your chest. "Sorry," he apologizes with a small smile, "just wanted to check on you."

"I-I'm fine, Eddie," you've never told such a blatant lie; unsurprisingly, he doesn't buy it.

"You're crying in the cookbook section of the library. You are not fine." He scoots over so his shoulder grazes yours. "C'mon, talk to your favorite Dungeon Master."

You give him a tiny giggle. "Who says you're my favorite?" you quip, and he sticks out his tongue in response. "Okay, okay. I'm just...humiliated," you admit. "It's bad enough I have to walk around with these..." you hold out your arm shyly, "but then Jason fucking Carver teasing me about them, like he isn't part of the reason they exist."

Eddie takes your arm and frowns. "You hurt yourself because of Jason Carver?"

You shake your head. "No. Well, not just him. Any of the popular kids who made fun of me, who ostracized me when I was younger. I had, like, no friends. Not an exaggeration."

Eddie's quiet for a moment, and you think you've freaked him out until he says quietly, "If I knew you then, I would've been your friend." He reaches over and squeezes your hand. "I keep trying to be your friend now, inviting you to the arcade with the Hellfire guys, but you always turn me down. The rejection kills me, sweetheart." He throws his head back and lets his tongue flop out of his mouth, miming his death.

You shove him playfully. "I'm sorry. It's just scary to let people in, y'know?"

"I know. Trust me, I know," he mutters, then clears his throat. "But we're good guys, I promise. I only look mean and scary." He looks back down at your arms, not in disgust, just observing them. "Do you still...?"

"No, not anymore. Sometimes I want to, but I just do my breathing exercises or write in my journal."

Eddie breathes a sigh of relief. "Good. I hate to think about one of my little sheep doing that to herself." This time when he squeezes your hand, he doesn't let go. "You have my number on the Hellfire contact sheet, right?" You nod, and he continues. "So call me whenever you're feeling sad. You can tell me about it, or I can just distract you with my exciting rockstar escapades."

"Thanks, Eddie," you say, feeling a warmth in your heart that you haven't felt in awhile. "Um, when's the next Hellfire arcade night?"

Eddie beams at you. "Whenever you want, sweetheart."

--

[transzilla]

I notice that like. i live a very sexual existence nd im also extremely isolated so my social skills are kind of off. like i wont always know when its appropriate to talk abt sex like if somebody comes on to me and i turn them down but were still friends ill bring up a time i had sex with someone like a funny story or whatever. Like idk when people are being pearl clutchy and unreasonable or i really am being a creep but like idk what else to talk about nobody wants to hear me talking about shooting things or cutting trees down bro like i just find myself only talking to other trans people who are also in greasy sex land

[thethirdromana]

Rewatching series 2, there's a repeated theme of Crowley's reaction to Aziraphale knowing people that he doesn't.

It's mostly played for laughs, but it comes up repeatedly. There's the moment when Crowley learns that there's been a naked man in Aziraphale's bookshop. Aziraphale's first reaction to Nina mentioning it is to look at Crowley as if he's worried that Crowley is going to be jealous; though it turns out that Crowley is mostly just amused.

Then there's the time in the pub when Mr Brown from the shopkeepers' association joins Aziraphale at his table. Crowley's reaction is a bit possessive - he cranes his head to see what's going on, and then makes it very clear that he's with Aziraphale.

Even when Crowley encounters Muriel, the world's least threatening angel, in the shop, his reaction - "who's this now?" - suggests a hint of jealousy, or at least surprise, at finding Aziraphale with this succession of new people.

I'm not suggesting that any of these reactions are unreasonable. What feels notable about this to me is both that it comes up repeatedly, and that we never see it the other way around. True, Crowley is on moderately friendly terms with Shax at the start of the series, but Aziraphale doesn't witness that relationship in the way that Crowley sees Aziraphale's connections.

Like so many things in this series, this stops being funny when we get to the ending.

If the ending had been the other way around, with Crowley leaving Aziraphale, then I could imagine where Aziraphale might go for community and comfort - perhaps even across the road, for Eccles cakes? I could picture Nina and Maggie sitting him down to watch Bridget Jones with a bucket of ice cream. But where does Crowley go for friendship now? Who is going to comfort him?

I've made myself sad writing this.

[parasociallover]

Artist Meet-Cute [Prompto x GN!Reader]

Prompto Argentum x GN!Reader 

Synopsis: On a trip out to a newly opened botanical garden, Prompto spots someone he can’t keep his eyes off of. A meet-cute ensues. 

A/N:  Something simple to introduce myself with (Hi, by the way, fellow romantic escapism enjoyers).  This is also kind of a warm-up to a full FFXVxOCs fic, so look forward to that. I know y’all are starving for content.

Sometimes, being Noctis’ best friend was hard. Of course, not nearly as hard as being the crown prince himself, and Prompto would never even think to compare their problems. The invisible eyes that Prompto felt on him whenever he was out with Noct were likely a mere fraction of what the prince went through on a daily basis, but he could nonetheless, still very much feel them. When he was with Noct, he became The Prince’s Best Friend, The Funny One, The Comic Relief. The modern day equivalent of court jester meant to soothe the sorrows of his betters. He knew that they would deny it until the sun went down, but he knew it to be true. He was content with that, most days.

But today, he simply wanted to be Prompto. Everyone else was tied up with work at The Citadel, leaving him to his own devices. So, thinking that it’d been a while since he’d gone out on a solo excursion, he set his sights on the newly opened botanical gardens with camera in hand and enough money to buy himself the most indulgently greasy diner food he could find on the way home. There was a certain comfort in boarding public transport, blending into the crowd as he made his way from his dinky little apartment towards the artsy side of town. 

The crowds were low, as he’d waited a week or so after opening to make his way here. As he stepped foot onto the paved paths surrounded by bursting floral blooms, he took in a deep breath. Now, this was the kind of nature he could get behind; air conditioned and with no bugs to ruin his good time. He stepped along, taking the occasional picture, but mostly just strolling. The grounds were beautiful, yes, but they weren’t sparking the inspiration he thought they would. 

The possibility of art block brewing on what was supposed his day to truly be himself was enough to cast rain clouds over his once good mood. 

Plopping down gracelessly onto one of the benches placed opposite a particularly bright patch of hydrangea, he crossed his arms and tilted his head, glaring at the blooms as if they would deliver unto him some sort of artistic wisdom he was missing. The flowers, however, remained silent.

He didn’t know how long he’d spent glaring at the greenery, as his search for wisdom quickly trailed off into a venture into his own thoughts, which was never a good thing. Prompto was stopped from inevitable disassociation by a shape stepping into his line of sight. A person, who hadn’t noticed his staring contest with a bunch of flowers, was inspecting the hydrangea with an admiring eye. As Prompto blinked back into full consciousness, he was brought to stark awareness at the site of this person’s appearance.

Now, he prided himself on his aesthetic eye, it’s why photography appealed to him so much. So he could say, with utmost authority, that this person was unreasonably attractive. Honestly, who had the right to be looking so dang cute on a random Wednesday afternoon? No one. There was something about the way they regarded the flower with such quiet excitement, like it was just the prettiest thing they’d ever seen. It was sincere, and sweet in a way that made butterflies flutter in his stomach, as saccharine of a sentiment that was. He fumbled with his camera for a second, eager to capture the moment on film, when it finally occurred to him how insanely creepy of an action that would be without consent. 

Ugh, but what was he gonna do? Ask a random beautiful stranger if he could take their portrait? And for what? Personal reasons, just so he could keep it and look at it like a mega creep? He could feel the anxiety well up in his chest, staring down at his feet while his fingers toyed with his camera nervously. Yeah, that would not go over so well. He resolved to simply sit there in shame until the Pretty Stranger went about their day, and he could just go find something else to take a picture of. 

Letting out a sigh of relief as he heard the sound of moving feet, he glanced up again, only to choke on his spit as the Pretty Stranger sat down on the bench next to him, heaving their own sigh. He couldn’t stop himself from staring like an idiot, even when they looked up and caught his eye. They were even cuter up close, especially when their lips curled up in a self-deprecating smile. 

“This place is gorgeous, but it sure is a lot of walking! Only halfway through, and it feels like I’ve walked about a mile.” They sighed, with a little laugh in their voice, that pleasant tone you take during small talk with strangers. 

Fumbling for words, Prompto blurted out a quick ‘Haha, yeah!’ before clamping his mouth shut tightly. The Pretty Stranger took that as their cue to keep making conversation, gesturing to the camera Prompto was still clutching tightly. 

“Are you taking pictures for something particular, or are you a photographer for fun?’ The Pretty Stranger asked, gentle curiosity in their eyes. A silence stretched awkwardly between them for a second, as Prompto caught up to the fact that yes, the attractive person was speaking to him and he should reply in order to not be rude.

“Oh, n-nothing specific! I just came ‘cause it’s, y’know, a big new attraction and you can’t go wrong with pictures of flowers, right?” He sputtered out quickly, trying to desperately fill the weird silence. The Pretty Stranger nodded as if his word vomit made any sense, looking back out at the hydrangea bush. 

“That’s true”, they chimed, “Flowers are a pretty safe bet if you want something pleasant and pretty. They’ve got them arranged by color too, did you notice that?” 

He had not.

“I’ve been snapping pics with my phone, but I bet they’re nowhere near as fancy as yours.” They flashed that self-deprecating grin again, and this time, Prompto rushed to reply. 

“I haven’t actually taken any pictures yet! The flowers are nice and all, but they just weren’t…enough, y’know? Like, I need something to add a little spice to the composition.” 

Once again, the Pretty Stranger nodded along, that same look of gentle curiosity, prompting him to continue his rambling. “I think Nature shots always need a little something more, like animals or people, because the best scenes are ones that really tell a story. You need living subjects, something to lock eyes with, that you can step into the mind of. That way, it goes beyond just eye-candy, it becomes something worth thinking about. It becomes art, and it sticks with you.” 

Before he could even begin to feel self-conscious about info-dumping about his favorite thing with this random stranger, they were nodding along emphatically with his words, slapping their knee in excitement.

“Oh, dude, I totally get that! It’s like, even if it’s just a static shot, having a person there adds just enough to bring it life!” 

“Yeah, yeah!” He said, too excited that his point had gotten through to even feel embarrassed by how eager he sounded. He and the Pretty Stranger went on that topic of conversation way longer than he’d talked about photography with any sort of willing participant in his life. It was clear that they weren’t a photographer as well, just an excitable patron of the arts. Still, even when he had to explain some concept or aspect of photography that they didn’t understand, he didn’t feel like he was holding them hostage with his interests. It felt like he was being listened to. Like, they were truly interested in what he had to say. 

He was startled out of his blissful excitement by the loud speaker above them announcing that the garden would be closing in 15 minutes. Had they really been talking for that long? Prompto felt a hot flush of shame on his face, he’d really kept this person from enjoying their day, hadn’t he?

As he opened his mouth to apologize, the Pretty Stranger laughed. 

“Oh man! I’m sorry I kept you for so long, man. You’ve got a way with words, though, you should be a photo lecturer or something!” They stood and held out their hand for him to take, which he did, thanking the cooler season for an excuse to wear his gloves so he didn’t ruin the moment with his sweaty hands. The two of them stood there for a second, hands clasped, before Prompto dropped the hold like he’d been burned, shoving his hands in his pocket. 

The Pretty Stranger gestured back the way they came, the closest way out, and Prompto followed along on auto-pilot, eyes trained on the face of the most cute, sincere, angel he’d ever met. He knew he was the type to fall quickly, but this was an all time record. And it felt…different from his other crushes. There was no wall, no insurmountable river of self-doubt that he had to surmount. It was easy to talk to them. And maybe, he was feeling a little high off the fumes of that realization, which was why he blurted out, “Hey, are you doing anything after this?”

They were outside of the entrance now, having stepped out of the way of the doorway, and were idly walking towards the shopping street. The Pretty Stranger, seemingly content to walk beside him, shrugged. 

“Other than to eat? Nope! I didn’t even plan this, to be honest. I just came by because it was new and free.” They laughed, and Prompto, giddy with the opportunity to not have to let them go just yet, laughed with them.

“Well, if you’re interested, I was gonna go get some particularly greasy diner food and I would love a little company.” He flashed them a boy-ish smile, hoping that the little bit of cuteness he knew he had would save him from too harsh a rejection. But, just as they had before, The Pretty Stranger nodded emphatically. 

“That sounds pretty dang good! Lead the way, man.” 

Like a puppy, he took their hand and began leading them towards his burger place of choice, practically reading off the menu to them as they made their way through half empty streets. Then, a thought occurred to him.

“Oh, my name is Prompto, by the way.” 

[fipindustries]

super sad super raw break up feelings under the cut, feel free to read if you want

here we are once again, for the third time in a row that a trans girl breaks my heart.

the worst part is always ground zero.

i want to find a life partner, i want to find that person i can live with in the same house and build a life together with and grow old next to them.

every time i meet someone it felt like winning the lottery. it felt like i somehow magically found that one person in the world that could get me. that could tolerate me. that i could click with. i felt like i had that one shot and i had better not screw it up.

maybe im a hopeless old fashioned romantic with an outdated view of relationships but i want a marriage.

but she wasnt it, she couldnt be it. i never really had a shot. it was just not meant to be.

the worst part is being back at ground zero.

is knowing that they are not there any more. is knowing that i am alone once again, with the ensuing fear that every time it happens it will get harder to stop being alone. is the ensuing fear that i wont be able to find anyone better, that i wont be able to find anyone that can fill that void again. it the exaustion that comes with knowing that if i ever find someone else again i will have to start from scratch, i will have to go one more time through the whole rigamarole of telling them about my life, learning about their life. building trust from zero, building a life. how can it feel real again after it failed so many times. it felt like the real deal so many times before and it never ended up being it. it makes one despair of ever finding it.

is just more baggage turning me into more spoiled goods

i want to have what i had but i cant see myself having it with anyone else, i cant bring my self to try and build it up again with some stranger. my biggest fear in life is not to die, but to die alone and every time im back here again that feel becomes all the more real.

the worst part is finding my self back in ground zero.

two times i tried to build something serious and long lasting with someone else and in both occasions that person got bored with me, got over me, couldnt bring themselves to love me the way i wanted to be loved. they changed in some way, or i changed in some way, and whatever they used to feel for me got dulled and weak.

am i asking too much here? are my demands unreasonable? am i being entitled, do i have ridiculous standards? why do they people i love eventually grow distant, eventually grow tired of being touched, why do i reach a point where i have to ask them to spend time with me and they only wearily agree to do it as a favor to me not because they want to? why do i keep finding myself in situations where i have to keep hearing my partner say "no" to favors i ask for and me having to graciously brush it off as if its no big deal and of course they are fully within their rights to say no and, no, it doesnt bother me at all that is the 6th time theyve done it in a row despite me doing everything they ask for. why do i keep finding myself feeling alone despite being in a relationship. why do i keep finding myself in a situation where i feel like i am imposing on my partner merely by asking to spend time with them? is this normal? am i doing something wrong here?

not going to lie, this last relationship was a bit of a mess, there was a lot of arguments, a lot of crying, a lot of little insatisfactions and things not fitting quite right here and there and lots of little incompatibilities that kept popping up. and yet this is not relief, she was perfect all the same, she was great, she was amazing, she was fantastic. she was funny and so incredibly bloody smart and so so silly. and she was so challenging, she would bring a perspective that was so starkly in conflict with everything i believed in, she made me question so many fundamental things about the way i view life and philosophy and art. she was so fucking cute, she was downright adorable, specially when she insisted that she wasnt, and she was so jaded and so raw and weird and insane and uncomfortable and sinister and unpredictable. she was so full of words and of creativity and imagination and so impressively cultured. she was dark and intense and she would glimmer like hidden embers beneath ash covered obsidian.

she was fucking crazy man, she was a crazy bitch, that is why i loved her so much.

and now she is gone.

[thesaintofnevergettingitright]

My brain would not allow me to rest until I created this. Please enjoy.

[reiraland]

MCL Honeymoon - Eric

Finally I got some free time to play the honeymoon episode. It was completely different from what I had envisioned, but I enjoyed it plenty nonetheless.

I find the first conversation in the airplane very sweet:  

Eric: “If someone had told me, a year ago, that we'd be married, and that we would spend our honeymoon here…”

Eric: “I never would have believed I'd be swimming in so much happiness.”

Candy: “You're adorable! But speaking of swimming, take a look at this magnificent view…”

When Candy and Eric arrive at the hotel, you have two options:

Eric: “So, feel better? Do you feel ready for a short walk?”

A. Oh yeah, why not... It'll do us some good to stretch our legs a bit.

B. I totally feel up to it, but to tell you the truth, I had other… activities in mind, rather than a walk! --> If you choose this option, you’ll get a steamy scene ^^ 

If you select the option to go for a walk, you’ll get a romantic conversation.

Candy: “ Is something wrong, darling?”

Eric: “On the contrary. I just wanted to etch the moment in my memory.”

Eric: “When I think about all the circumstances that brought us here, I think that I was very lucky… ”

Eric: “And that I was right to dare to live my dreams, however unreasonable they may have been. I have never been so happy.”

Eric: “I didn't even think it was possible. I had convinced myself that I wasn't allowed to.”

Eric: “And however, here I am, with you, in this heavenly place, and you now have my last name.”

Candy: (I've rarely seen him so moved. I think he's on the verge of tears.)

I adore when they show how much Eric is in love with Candy and how fortunate he feels for being with her.  

---

During the guided tour to the volcano, they got separate from the group, so they tried to find their way back following some voices, but ended up realising they came from parrots, it was funny. 

Candy: “No way... We've been following parrots all along?! Blasted parrots…!

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Later, Eric climbed a tree to get some coconuts. A bit later, Candy saw a snake behind Eric, so she warned him. 

 A. You have no choice! Jump! 

B. Wait! It’s still far away... Especially, be still! Perhaps it hasn’t noticed you yet. 

If you select any of the options above, Eric ended up stinking with rafflesias’ essence. Those flowers are supposed to have a strong smell. So, he had to swim in a lake a few times to make the stench more bearable.

C.  (I grabbed a few coconut shells and threw them at the snake, hoping to scare it away.)

If you choose this third option, Candy totally missed her shots and the snake seemed to notice her presence. Then Eric snapped out of his trance and get down the tree very quickly. He ran towards Candy, stood in front of her and grabbed a stick. 

In any choice, the snake quietly continued its way on the branch where Eric had been standing a short time ago and seemed to have forgotten about them already. So they picked the fallen coconuts and left the scene. But when they arrived at the volcano lake, the dialogues are not the same since in the first two options, he has to swim in the lake. In the third one, he shows how much worried he had been and how worn out he was after everything had passed. 

Candy: “My love! We did it ! We're saved!!! And we even have something to eat tonight!”

Eric: “ This is... awesome! It was time. I think I'm… a little tired. ”

(He suddenly collapsed, falling to his knees.)

Candy: Eric? Are you okay? I... Can I do something for you?”

Eric: “ Don't worry... I'm fine. It's... the adrenaline rush after our encounter with the snake. ”

Eric: “And I've been hyper-vigilant for more than three hours. I was too afraid that something would happen to you.”

Candy: (I knelt down next to him to be able to hug him. I felt him relaxed.)

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Later when they are in the cave, they chat and three different topics depending on the option you select.

C. When we met, did you imagine that we'd end up here, in this situation?

In this option, Candy asked if Eric thought about Melissa and he replied that he didn’t at all, but he wished her happiness in her new life. He said that for Melissa at first it was thrilling to have a police inspector as a boyfriend, but didn’t think the same when they got married. Even when they had agreed that his schedule wouldn’t be like the rest of common jobs and they didn’t have children for a long time, she found herself dissatisfied and blamed his job. She had changed and he didn’t. He made lots of efforts, but he also didn’t want to change who he was.

Eric: “The truth is that I needed you. As simple as that.”   

Candy: (I held his hand. I feel so happy that his ex-wife didn’t value him for who he really was.)

I think she was happy because it gave them the chance to be together haha. There is a similar dialogue in every option since Candy feels joy for the way things happen since those circumstances led them to be a couple. 

B. This calm is almost disturbing, after all the scares we've had today.

Timothy O'Gargine, his first teammate in the police. He was a Limehouse police station legend and Eric was proud that he chose him at first. Later he realized that his partner was too brutal and didn’t care too much about the truth. After Eric saw him in the interrogation room, he couldn’t sleep for days. Also, Eric tried to report him but quickly understood that the justice system was not the first concern of his local colleagues. With time, Eric noticed Timothy systematically arrested only people who came from the same neighborhood, which was weird since they were investigating all over town, and Limehouse wasn’t small. Eric figured out that O'Gargine was cleaning up for the competitors and wasn't doing it for free, since he seemed to have a passion for luxury watches and old cars, the kinds of hobbies that are quite incompatible with a cop's salary. In order to build a case against him, Eric had to pretend to be interested in having a bite too. Both of them were caught in the act of corruption, but since Eric had declared each bribe to the prosecutor and everything was under seal, he was clean. The only catch was that the arresting cops were unaware of him involvement.

So, they threw them both in a cell. Timothy quickly realized what had happened, so attacked Eric and since he was quite huge and strong, Eric ended up with a busted eyebrow, a cracked jaw and three broken ribs… Thanks God, other colleagues arrived to take him out. After that, Eric was transfered to Amoris with a promotion, but lots of his illusions from youth broken. The guys from his station didn’t forgive him for taking down his idol. (I don’t quite understand this, his idol was a corrupted police, so he wasn’t great at all.)

I noticed Limehouse is also the place where Nathaniel is transferred if Candy and him break up. 

A. You and your coffee... I'm going to end up believing that you only got close to me for that.

They talked about the times when Eric helped Candy to close up the café. At first he did it because he wanted to help her, he had no ulterior motive. Candy asked when his motives became more self-serving, he couldn’t give a concrete answer since he wasn’t sure himself. 

Candy: “ It was during our little evening "meetings", at closing time, that I started to fall for you. ”

Candy: “Precisely because I was discovering a laughing man behind a somewhat grumpy inspector.”

Eric: “ Ah… Our Cosy Bear closings… To answer your original question, I think I know when I fell in love with you… ”

Eric: “…When I realized that that little moment was the one I was waiting for the most, and that I was doing everything to make it happen.”

Eric also said, there was that dinner at the restaurant. It was a turning point for him. He knew his life was going to change in one way or another, but he could no longer deny his feelings for Candy, even though it was complicated because Candy was still in a relationship and he felt bad for her ex. Still, he did what he never thought he could do and made a move on Candy.

Eric: “But I knew I'd regret it all my life if I didn't take the plunge.”

Candy: “I would have regretted it too if you hadn't done it.”

Their situation was in fact not easy. I wish Beemoov would have allowed the players to break with the previous chosen LI before starting any romantic scene with Eric, but I didn’t happen that way. At least there was an option to confess what happen and decide if Candy wants to choose Eric or not. 

I like a lot this quote from Yael from episode 13: “Sometimes the most beautiful stories are born from adversity. And this may be one of those stories.”

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Regarding the illustration, I like it a lot, even it’s NSFW, it expresses the tenderness and love between the characters. 

But they missed the rings (I’m crying...)

Also in Eric’s sprite they didn’t color the alliace in silver... 

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Personally I wished they would have gone to The Grand Canyon, but I understand that writing one scenario per LI is something they can’t manage at this moment. I found the chapter very pleasant, after all Candy spent it completely with her husband. In conclusion, this episode brought lots of joy to my life, it’s a pity is the final one.

----

I noticed after finishing the honeymoon episode, if Eric is your crush, the “crush” symbol is on his profile. 

[why-am-i-here-someone-save-me]

Cider & Cecilias

Sunset had just begun to fall over the city of Mondstandt when the usual din filled the air, drunken chatter and boisterous laughter filling the streets. If one were to enter Angel’s Share however, they’d find the tavern to be much quieter than usual. The reason being that one of the usual patrons was absent.

The young Ragivinder glances at barstools across the counter, a small frown forming on his face at the continued absence of his “favorite freeloader”. It was nothing like Venti to not be here at this hour.

The bard in question quietly slipped in and took his normal seat at the bar. Diluc turned to him while polishing an empty wineglass, raising an eyebrow at the archon’s silence. A quiet Venti was never a good thing, a lesson he’d learned very quickly. But the redhead’s wariness is replaced by sight concern when the bard gives him a small, and very fake (he knew from experience) smile. Upon seeing Diluc not buying the forced smile, Venti let’s his expression fall. The tycoon sits the glass aside, an unspoken question in his red eyes.

“Today is… an anniversary of sorts… Not a good one unfortunately…” Diluc just nods in understanding. He’s no stranger to bitter anniversaries. It was a familiar pain that rolled around every year on his birthday. The tycoon wordlessly pours a glass of wine for the bard, but the gesture is politely refused, much to his surprise. “Ah, no thank you. I really appreciate the offer, but I… I try to stay sober today.” Venti sighs a little. “Could I trouble you for just some apple cider instead Master Diluc?”

A few moments later the bard is sipping on a glass of apple cider, a distant, almost mournful, look in his eyes. “…I’m not one to discuss feelings and the like, but I can tell you need to get something off your chest. Confide in me if it helps. I can’t promise I’ll know what to say, but I’ll listen.” Venti looks up at the bartender with a surprised expression. “Don’t you need to work though?” “I’m only here because it was a busy night. Now that it’s gotten late, I can leave it to the others.” Venti takes another sip of his cider before sighing deeply and beginning to speak.

“Today marks the hundredth year since I lost someone very close to me. Even though no one but I remember them now, it still feels as though I lost them only yesterday… Sometimes I find myself daydreaming that they’re still with me. I know it’s unhealthy to do it, but it’s…. For those few moments, it feels like everything is right.” The ex archon sips his cider once again, a bitter laugh passing his lips. “…[Name] never did like my drinking habits. No matter how many times I told them that alcohol doesn’t have any long term side effects for an immortal, they’d still pout and insist that I drink less. Even if it’s far too late now, a part of me hopes that wherever they are now, they’ll see me cutting back for them. I know you think I drink an unreasonable amount, but I’m actually really good about my alcohol intake these days.”

The redhead raises an eyebrow at those words, skepticism clear in his crimson eyes. Venti laughs quietly at the doubtful look. “I’m serious!”

“Venti! What are you doing here at this time in the morning? I’ve heard of day drinking but this is ridiculous! Let’s just… Let’s go home okay? You worried me last night. I kept waiting and waiting and you never came home. Hm? No, no I’m not mad. Maybe a tad disappointed, but not angry. How about next time we come together and maybe get some cider instead?”

“…Apple cider was their favorite. I guess they rubbed off on me, since I’ve found myself enjoying it more too.” Venti’s eyes turn from wistful to saddened. “…It’s funny though. For some reason, it never seems to be quite as sweet as I remember it being when we drank it together…”

“Want to take a walk to Windrise this afternoon? Ah, now? Well, I can’t go right now. I’m sorry. I have work to catch up on first. But don’t worry, we can definitely take a walk later! Promise!”

The bard sighs. “They always loved going on walks to Windrise. The way that their face would light up and their eyes would sparkle, it was… So beautiful. The first time I saw that expression it left me speechless. They laughed at me for weeks after that. Of course when I’d turn it back on them and tease them for being ‘so gorgeous they took the words from a wordsmith’ they’d get all flustered.”

“Hey, Venti I… I have a small request. Could you maybe come with me to Starsnatch Cliff this evening? It would mean a lot to me. Why? No reason in particular. I just think it’d be nice.”

“Cecelias were they’re favorite. They could make the best flower crowns from them. I’d call them that sometimes. ‘My ceclia’. I called them lots of things… They made a lot of words mean so much more… I’d call them Windblume, my muse, my song… So many different things, yet… I wish I could’ve simply called them by their name more…”

“…I’ll be honest Venti. When I said there wasn’t a reason I wanted to come to the cliff with you I… I lied. There is a reason. I just wanted to spend a last night with you. Just the two of us, and the stars.”

“Venti, you know I’m not that cruel. I may joke around with you sometimes, but I’m not heartless enough to make jokes about my life.”

“…I know. This is why I didn’t tell you. I wanted you to be happy, and I knew that if I told you I was dying, you’d beat yourself up for it for years.”

“Hey now, don’t cry! It’s okay, I’m content. I lived every day to the fullest with you by my side. I don’t have any regrets. I’m happy.”

“I’m happy Venti. Please, won’t you promise me that you’ll find happiness too?”

“I-I promise [Name].”

The bard sighs into the fresh air as he sits down on the grass of Starsnatch Cliff. He holds the freshly picked cecilia close to his chest, breathing in the smell of fresh flowers and the sea far below. With the taste of apple cider still lingering on his lips, he looks to the moon. For a moment everything is perfect in a way he can only describe as ‘you’. Cider and cecilias with a hint of the sea; the feeling of home. The feeling of you.

Venti closes his eyes as he looks to the moon, soft whispered words passing from his lips.

“I love you [Name]. Even if it’s only your memory; that’s enough. I’m happy with that. I’m happy.”

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[petrichoraline]

EIGHT SHOWS TO GET TO KNOW ME

tagged by @littleragondin mwah🥰 these are not all my most fave but they all represent a bit of me so i find them suitable

W.I.T.C.H - now i'm not gonna pretend to be the biggest fan but this used to be THE show for me before WINX came along and i'll always pride myself on being a witch girlie first and winx girlie second (the "not like other girls" syndrome began very early on for me); their powers, the visuals, the adventures combined with the daily struggles of teen girls, the boyfriends, the intro song omg, there is sm about this show, the countless books, the og comic.. good stuff <3

also those two >>>

Lovely Complex - my first anime iirc, i wish people would pay attention to it (but also i'm the only one who's allowed to get it, y'know); only a young romantic towering over her classmates could have the chance of understanding my feelings for it

also read the manga <3 but uh you can skip the live action lol

Hana Yori Dango - broooo- bro. this show was made for my basic romantic ass, it was my first asian drama (or one of the first), it introduced me to Matsumoto Jun, had me hooked for two seasons (though im pretty sure i binged the second season and movie in 24 hours, long after i had watched the first season..? idk what that was about)

i am of the opinion f4 thailand did best in many ways but this will forever be THE adaptation in my heart. the songs were unmatched, the drama breathtaking (there are so many cliches that i didn't know were cliches back then lol) and the experience surreal. i'll always treasure this questionable classic 💖

Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? - i enjoy this an unreasonable amount - my country's edition, that is; i just like having it in the bg and being a smartass, sometimes i run my mouth off so confidently and proceed to apologise to the tv when the contestant turns out to have been right lol

Weekly Idol - hear me out on this - aside from all of its issues, the show has always been my way of finding more about groups. especially back in 2015, those low quality episodes on yt helped me so much with getting into kpop; it can be very hit-or-miss but i have so many faves; many artists have been on multiple episodes throughout the years and yet show something entertaining every time. you can find new groups to stan through the mixed episodes and learn more about the members of groups you're already interested in (though for that i also rec individual shows like gose, wanteez, monsta x-ray etc.). i'm especially excited for eunkwang and minjoo as the new hosts, they are so funny on their own and i want to see their dynamic so bad

Pride & Prejudice - i've watched this just once but i can't not appreciate the accuracy to the book (except for the iconic lake scene lmao) and it covers british tv, 90s shows, austen books and period dramas all at once - all things i enjoy

Bridgerton - i had a whole piece written bout this but simply put - season 2 and kathony were a Thing for me. got me researching and binging a bunch of jonathan shows, reading most of the book and a bunch of tumblr posts..even looking through gifs now im going feral, i love them

New Girl - i usually play shows like this in the bg but i found myself paying a lot of attention and actually losing it laughing so many times, also nick and schmidt are the most precious intense bromance i've witnessed in fiction

[meatcute]

oh yeah i finally watched the 2020 sonic movie with my roommate last night. here are my thoughts

dr robotnik was clearly the highlight, and whatever he had with his assistant was fun to watch. making him skinny was a crime though.

the main human character is both nothing and a cop. i felt completely nothing for him. it would have been more enjoyable if sonic and eggman were joined by the rest of their colorful cast because the new characters are very boring (aside from the aforementioned gay assistant). he was less even than "some guy" because he seems like the guy youd pull out of an advertisement. and youre supposed to root for him and think hes cool and charming

i liked the slo-mo scenes and some of the visual effects. sonic was cute. the bar fight was silly and its kind of funny when dr robotnik was like "where did these guys go" and the guy was like "im not gonna tell you" and he was like "ok".

there were a lot of product placements, like a lot. they were very distracting and unnatural. actually a lot of the dialogue was unnatural, but the way the main guys wife took us out for a lingering shot of the zillow website...

okay, why did the guy's sister-in-law get so much shit?? all she did was not like him and tell his sister that she thinks she should leave him. which like.. come on, this is a black woman who doesnt want her sister to marry a white cop, i dont think thats extremely unreasonable? and also over the course of the movie he is publicly declared a violent criminal. but the movie acts like she is unreasonable for not liking him, and she also gets made fun of, her house broken into, restrained, and her car gets stolen and destroyed... like this is a lot of stuff happening that we are supposed to laugh about but she really didnt do anything wrong. even if her dislike of him was irrational i dont think she deserved that. this part bothered me the most i think. why do we hate this lady

my roommate says its part of sonic lore but the like. tribal race of "bad guys" who were trying to kill sonic in the beginning rubbed me wrong

how did the main humans find sonic's cave and transport it all to their home? how did they find it? sonic asks this too but they just laugh???

overall 5.5/10 robotnik really saved this movie hard. i havent seen the sequel yet and for now ill pretend jim carrey gained a lot of weight for the role to keep myself sleeping at night