#It’s such a funny coincidence dammit

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watching Death Note has led me to the interesting realization that Light Yagami is a fitting headcanon voice for my OC Hare

It’s especially interesting because my first headcanon voice for Hare was Jeremy Jordan thanks to his performance as Varian in Tangled the Series

which. you’ll never guess who Jeremy Jordan plays in death note the musical

[theemperorsfeather]

High-octane image of [redacted, the source of my current woe] comes across the dash and all I can do is save it to drafts for future scrutiny and further screaming, because I have (intentionally) very limited context for the fictional framing and absolutely 0 context for the mythical/etc. context.

[malleleothreesome]

Leona who is pining after you...

💛 summary: Cohesive blurbs about things Leona would do and what he would be like if he were pining after you. ༶༶༶ 💛 warnings: gender neutral reader, unedited, pretty much just a stream of my thoughts. There is cursing. Very angsty but also has romance. Mentions of depressive thoughts. A very raw look into Leona's mind. There is smut (wet dream) in the middle, marked with 🔞 if you want to skip to the next bullet. ༶༶༶ 💛 word count: 4.7k because I'm delulu

💛 Leona who is pining after you... tries to gaslight himself and cling to any sort of logical explanation he can come up with to try to convince himself that he definitely does not have feelings for you. It was probably just a one-time thing, and he just needs to find a way to get you out of his head. He's never thought about anyone this way before, so it's definitely just an error in his brain chemistry or something. It was only a coincidence that he happened to be thinking about you at that particular time, and if you had never been on his mind at all, his heart wouldn't be beating so fast every time he interacts with you. He would never allow himself to develop feelings for anyone, especially you, so he must not actually have any. It's really that simple. It couldn't possibly be that he's fallen for some weird, magicless human, right? Right?! There has to be something medically wrong with him! He must be crazy to have these kinds of thoughts about a stranger who just randomly poofed into existence at the beginning of the semester. Why did you invade his dreams? It doesn't matter! What the hell is wrong with him?!

It has to be a mistake, because there is no way he would EVER fall for someone as annoying and boring as you are, even if you do seem to have a better understanding of him than the people who have known him his whole life, and you treat him like he actually matters instead of seeing him as the scumbag you probably should have gotten to know better before giving him your time and attention. It's not like he genuinely cares what you think of him, anyway – he’s just grateful that he doesn't have to deal with another person treating him like a failure or a lazy, worthless piece of shit.

The way you look at him like he could be someone worth loving despite his constant tirade of anger is definitely not a key factor in him caring for you. Your smile and laugh makes his chest feel funny, and the fact that he is suddenly hyper-aware of his body when he's around you is probably just a symptom of mental or physical illness. Maybe he’s finally eaten too much red meat and he’s about to succumb to heart disease at the ripe age of 20. Perhaps he simply hasn't rubbed one out in a while and he’s thinking with his dick and not his head? He's definitely not attracted to you, and he's absolutely not thinking about what it would be like to kiss you right now. That would just be insane, and he can't believe he even let himself entertain the thought! He’d rather die than think about what it would be like to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him as you sit on his lap, looking down at him with that beautiful smile and those cunning eyes of yours, gently stroking his face as you lean down to press your lips against his… oh, god dammit!

💛 Leona who is pining after you… finally lays down in surrender to the fact that, alright, maybe he does have feelings for your dumb ass – against all odds. He convinces himself that he’s only humoring this pathetic little crush because it makes his monotonous, tiresome days a little more riveting. Lions are predators, and the thrill of the hunt is a key part of their nature, after all. Before you, all he had to look forward to was staring at the ceiling in his dark room for most of the day until the stars showed up in the sky, or until he got roped into housewarden drama and became too frustrated to do anything other than restlessly pace around Savanaclaw before eventually confining himself back to the comforting solitude of his room. He tells himself he might as well allow himself the small luxury of thinking about someone who doesn’t entirely annoy the shit out of him, because he could sure as hell use the emotional relief. At least this way, he isn’t actively thinking about how much he hates his life, and how much he hates himself for letting it become this way. Besides, what would be the harm in letting himself entertain the idea that maybe, just maybe – if he was lucky enough – you could be the first person to ever break down the walls he built to keep himself from getting hurt by other people? Plus, if nothing else, you make for such a pretty daydream.

Every moment he spends with you makes him want you to keep sticking around even after everything is said and done. You can actually keep up with his banter, which is probably why he can actually stand being around you in the first place. No one else is capable of keeping up with his quick wit, or of providing him with a good challenge. You aren't scared off by his harsh demeanor, and you're able to stand up to him when he gets a little too overbearing. You don't take his bullshit, but you still care about his well being and treat him with respect. Despite his public struggles, you don’t see him as some sort of charity case. He's never met anyone else who is able to be so firm with him, but gentle at the same time. He didn't know someone could have such a strong presence without even having magic, but you're somehow always able to pull the rug out from under him, showing him that you're much more powerful than he initially gave you credit for. You're a real pain in his ass sometimes, but you're also the only person in years who's made him feel like life might actually be worth living. Maybe these feelings aren't so bad after all…

💛 Leona who is pining after you… starts leaving his room more often and even attending classes again, hoping he'll run into you on campus. If he doesn't see you, that would suck, but he knows if he stays in his room all day, then he'd risk losing the chance to spend the day with you completely. Besides, if there's even the slightest possibility, seeing you could be the highlight of his day and make even his shittiest days seem almost bearable. When you finally show up, he throws a casual greeting and a nonchalant raise of a single brow, pretending like he coincidentally ran into you in the crowd and totally didn't memorize your class schedule. When your face lights up, telling him you were glad to run into him, his pulse races and for a split second, a goofy grin flashes on his face and he desperately starts fighting his tail from swishing eagerly behind him. All he does is mumble in agreement, then shove his hands in his pockets, rolling his eyes like this isn't what he's been waiting for since he woke up. He says he might as well join you in the cafeteria, because he's starving and it's that time anyway, so whatever.

As you enter the lunch line, your face falls in disappointment when you realize your favorite sandwich is sold out. Leona expected something like this would happen, so he asked Ruggie to grab him one of that type of sandwich along with his usual order, on the chance that he would get to spend lunch with you. He looks to his right, glancing at your slumped shoulders as your mood seems to deflate a little as a frown forms on your face. He steps forward and grumbles an off-hand comment that he snagged one earlier for himself, but since you look so pitiful, he'll let you have it, only because he doesn't want to deal with your incessant whining the whole lunch. When you gape up at him, shocked by his thoughtful gesture, his face starts burning red as he quickly turns away, aggressively stuffing a bite of food in his face to make himself look distracted. When he happens to catch your thankful eyes glistening at him, it feels like the air has been punched right out of his lungs, and the small smile and sincere gratitude tugging on the corner of your lips causes his stomach to do backflips. How annoying that his usually stoic demeanor always falls apart in front of you.

💛 Leona who is pining after you... constantly teases you and tries to embarrass you, attempting to make it sound like you're the one pining for him (even if you're not!) just to try to distract you from the truth. He teases you relentlessly, hoping it’ll make it so you won't feel confident calling him out on the little ways he treats you differently than everyone else. He loves seeing you get flustered trying to deny it, but he also uses it as an opportunity to study your reactions, trying to deduce your real feelings for him by the color in your cheeks, the wavering of your voice, how often you avert your eyes, and how quickly you fire back with an argument. The smirk that emerges on his face tells you exactly that he's not convinced, even if you deny everything. He may be subtle about it, but he uses every opportunity he can find to feel you out, to see if there's even the slightest possibility you might feel something for him. He'll never let you know how badly he wants it to be true with every fiber of his being. He’d be absolutely thrilled if you confessed to him, but he’ll never show it, because it's far more comfortable hiding behind sarcasm. His prideful, guarded heart prevents him from expressing genuine positive emotions and potentially opening himself up to any type of mockery.

💛 Leona who is pining after you... slowly becoming more attached to the idea of you falling for him. As the weeks go by and he hears you giggle as you argue with him, his thoughts linger a bit more when they try to calculate why he's not actually feeling burnt out from spending so much time with you. His patience with the rest of the world starts waning, not really bothering to deal with anyone or anything that could distract him from basking in your aura for as long as possible. He even takes a more active role in interacting with you, whether you two are chatting as he sits on a bench in the botanical gardens, or hanging out after-hours in his room, hoping that this could eventually become a common routine. He loves learning about you and the world you come from. When you open up about your background, he enjoys getting a glimpse into your mind. His brain starts rapidly filing away little details about you, creating a catalog of thoughts for each of his favorite things about you, or the little quirks you have that he secretly finds endearing. The memories of conversations where you both held each other's gaze for a fraction of a second longer than normal or the accidental touches that cause his heart to skip a beat come to life with a vibrance never seen in other parts of his memory bank. The time you grabbed his hand because the tree branches kept making “spooky” noises around you and the time you playfully messed up his hair (even daring to cop a feel of his ear in the process!), are some of his favorite memories to revisit.

As you two grow closer and more comfortable with each other, he pretends to be annoyed at you more often, only because he wants to test how well you can read him, and also how far he can push you. He revels in the way he feels a spark in his chest and a faint smile tugs at the corner of his lips whenever your eyes meet. He tries hard to remind himself that the growing heat rising to his face every time you grin at him is all because of the temperature. His playful touches start to become more sensual, his voice dips deeper and more seductive as his hands linger on your skin, his breath fanning against your face and neck with every taunting word spoken. He hates himself for loving the way you bite your lip and blush under his gaze as he continues to run his hand up your arm, causing your eyelids to flutter. He loves the feeling of power your vulnerable, affectionate expression grants him, the rush of endorphins so great he thinks his entire body might collapse. When he pulls his hand back, the stinging absence leaves him in a state of panic, terrified that this might have been the moment you'd realize how he feels about you and finally flee. In an effort to swallow his vulnerability and save face, he'll cover up his aroused desire with aggression. With a bite in his tone, he'll lash out at you, mocking the way you acted so touch-starved and desperate in the heat of the moment, even though the only one truly desperate here is him. He has to force himself to maintain eye contact and an air of dominance with you while he snaps at you, even as he feels his throat tighten, heart slamming against his ribs. He metaphorically shoves you away and leaves before he loses control, before his raw affection for you spills from his lips like a confession.

💛 🔞 Leona who is pining after you... fast asleep as he lies alone in bed, your figure haunting his dreams. Right before he fell asleep, he was having a particularly bad day and he found himself clinging to a fantasy of holding you in his arms, using you as an anchor to help him process the dread of reality. On a typical night, all he has are his regrets and unanswered questions swirling around in his subconscious, but tonight is different – he falls asleep dreaming about being curled up against your warmth, wondering what it would be like for you to stroke his hair, gently reminding him that there's at least one good thing to wake up for, no matter how empty the day may feel.

As he falls deeper into his slumber, his eyelids begin to twitch and his long eyelashes tickle his flushed cheekbones. He finds himself lost within a dreamy state that feels so very real to him as your face fades into focus. You're kneeling beside him in the bed, and his body is covered in the sheets, with your arms wrapped underneath his shoulder. He can barely tell whether or not this is really a dream at this point as you rest your head against his. He can feel his body stirring and his tail twitching, roused by the comforting and blissful affection. The way you smile at him as you run your thumb along the curvature of his sharp jawline stirs a dormant ache in his soul as you lean forward and leave featherlight kisses in the crook of his neck, causing him to whimper under his breath. He buries his nose in the locks of your hair, desperately wrapping his arms around your waist, pushing your face deeper into the space between his neck and shoulder, craving the coziness and comfort of being physically close to the source of his yearning. In his dreams, your lips are able to be as soft and gentle as they are fierce and demanding, as the grip he has on reality grows weaker the longer he lets himself be trapped under the intoxicating spell you cast upon him, rendering him at the mercy of his deepest desires.

His breath becomes more labored and hitched, his temperature rising as a flush spreads across his face. His body starts moving involuntarily and he buries his hips further into his mattress, his aching cock desperate to be touched, throbbing as his precum smears against the sheets. He begins humping the bed, whining from the friction against his bare skin as he pulls you closer in his dream, shamelessly chasing after the erotic thoughts racing through his mind, fueled by the illusion of having you in his possession – ready to be ravished and worshiped by him and him alone. His full lips part as he moans your name. He thrashes around in his bed, a tingling, aching need radiates throughout his groin as his back arches off of the sheets, grinding his cock against the fabric of his blanket. He can almost feel the warmth of your body as he bucks his hips upwards once more, desperate for your heat. His fingers twitch as they clutch tighter onto the fabric, desperately trying to grab onto the illusion of you instead, wishing he could feel the texture of your skin underneath his fingertips. In his hazy state, he bites his lips and runs his fingers down his sculpted abdomen, his hand with a mind of its own, aching to reach lower. With a sigh of pleasure, he teases the tip of his leaking, throbbing erection as the muscles in his legs quiver with anticipation. He pushes his thumb against the slit of his tip, already wet with his excitement. He slowly rubs circles around his cockhead, causing his breath to hitch and his cock jerk at the sensation. In his unconscious mind, it's not his hand gripping his shaft – it's yours.

He wraps his large hand around the length of his dick, letting out a moan of pleasure as he starts to stroke, his pace increasing steadily with each pump, imagining what it would be like to have you kneeling between his spread legs, looking up at him as you jerk him off, begging to be fucked by him. His cock twitches and aches to be inside of you, to see your lewd expression as his dick fills you, his senses overwhelmed by the sight of you under him, sprawled out, sweaty and splayed wide open for the taking, gasping for air in between broken moans. His hips buck into his hand and he lets out a low growl as he feels the pressure building within him, feeling himself getting closer to the edge. He quickens the pace as he squeezes the base of his cock, stroking faster and faster, trying to keep up with the intensity of his dream. He wants to feel your velvety walls squeezing around him, milking every drop of cum from his throbbing cock. He pants heavily as the sensation of ecstasy courses through his body, moaning your name as he orgasms, his back arching off of the bed as he cums all over his hand, shooting thick ropes of hot cum onto his abs. He slows his pace, riding out his orgasm, lazily stroking his cock as it pulsates through his veins, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure tingling down his spine. With a final moan of satisfaction, he collapses on his bed, utterly spent from his activities. The euphoria of his orgasm fades away as he comes back to reality, slowly finding himself coming into consciousness. As he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is the mess he made. He groans as he rolls out of bed, annoyed that he has to clean up after his wet dream before he can go back to sleep.

💛 Leona who is pining after you... falls into despair when he realizes his stupid feelings for you aren't going away – they're actually getting stronger by the day. You’ve made him feel like the world's not actually so cruel anymore, but he knows that his tiny, fragile castle is sure to crumble at any moment. Nothing good ever stays his way, does it? He's been telling himself that this was all some game. It's not like he actually wanted to be in a relationship with you, right? That would be far too much work. But what if you were actually worth the time? What if he could have someone who knew every aspect of his being and still loved and accepted him? What if he could be the person who's worthy of your beautiful, unrelenting love? Even as he chastises himself for entertaining the possibility of a relationship with anyone – especially a herbivore like you – a desperate, longing ache burrows into his bones, overpowering the cold, empty hollowness within him that had haunted him his whole life. This can't be love that he's feeling, and if it is... he knows now that love is the only strategy game in existence he's terrible at playing. There's no doubt in his mind he'll make the worst decisions imaginable because his entire being is clouded with insecurity. He is painfully aware that if he were to ever open himself up to the possibility of being with you, then his first thought would be of a thousand ways you would hurt him. He tortures himself with worries and fear, letting himself be consumed by anxiety.

The thing that frightens him most is becoming reliant on someone else for his happiness. Having someone whose opinion he actually values not thinking he is good enough for them is his worst nightmare. If there's one thing life has taught him, it's better to not have anyone at all. Besides, he doesn't even deserve you. There isn't a soul in this world who deserves someone like you – someone so selfless, understanding, empathetic, and forgiving. If you were his, you'd suffer. Your light would slowly flicker out from the darkness he would drown you in, just like everything else in his life that ever mattered to him. There is so much beauty to you that would go to waste in his care – why would someone as perfect as you ever settle for someone like him, anyway? There's no way you'd ever return his feelings. And even if you did… could he even be brave enough to allow you in? Does he have the strength to accept a heart freely offered to him? Will the scars and darkness within him allow him to accept such pure and unconditional love? He can't possibly be selfish enough to ask you to take the chance on him. You deserve to be with someone who is strong and complete – someone who can give you their whole being, wholly and unreservedly – not someone who is afraid of showing weakness, for fear of you leaving him broken-hearted. Someone who would actually have the capacity to love you like you should be loved. Not a broken, shattered shell of a Prince that could only ever give you pieces of his heart that are full of cracks.

Why the fuck does his chest hurt just thinking about the fact that you would be better off without him? It feels as if someone were stabbing his heart repeatedly, and no matter what he does, the wounds refuse to close and the blood continues to ooze through the cracks. He stares up at the dark ceiling of his dorm room as a single tear rolls down his cheek for the first time in years as he tries to cope with this excruciating feeling of hopelessness, despondency, and despair. The fear that you will one day be gone from his life grips his soul, his heart pleading with him to simply confess, yet his twisted mind forces him to remind himself of his inadequacy. What a sad, pathetic sight you would see, the once fearsome lion, pitifully pawing at your ankles as his heart poured itself at your feet, praying for the warmth of your love and the validation of your approval.

💛 Leona who is pining after you… hates how obsessed he is with you and your opinion of him. Every day he finds himself trying to be better because you make him want to try harder to make the world a brighter place. Maybe you're right, maybe he doesn't need to be King in order to lead people and do great things. Because of the friendship you two have nourished, he finally feels comfortable opening up to you and talking to you about what he's going through: his past, and how much he truly cares about everyone's safety, success, and overall happiness – a sentiment that's foreign to everyone who's ever known him in the past. Although he still can't bring himself to vocalize his emotions aloud, you now truly understand the message his eyes are always trying to relay, no matter how small the glimpse: even if he was destined for a fate in the shadows, his biggest hope is to someday become the leader he was supposed to be. His newfound vulnerability allows you to slowly chip off the armor that guards his heart and bring him peace, healing his wounded spirit. Because of you, he now understands what it feels like to be valued and treasured by another, and he feels empowered enough to put the effort into doing something to change his future for the better. It scares him how badly he wants to impress you, wanting you to be proud of how he's matured.

Before taking on the daunting task of bettering his Kingdom, he starts with something small – making a positive difference in your life. You actually make him feel useful. He loves the way you look up at him with admiration. He knows now that one of the reasons he fell for you so hard is because you always ask for his advice – knowing damn well he's the smartest person in this godforsaken place – and you actually take it. You listen to him and you value his opinions. Seeing things work out for the better when you take his advice and enact his plans gives him a rush of pride and confidence. It motivates him to keep working hard to have good ideas that benefit the world. He's always enjoyed helping people even though he's bad at putting it into words, or showing his true intentions, instead preferring to keep people guessing while he hides behind his indifference and nonchalant attitude. But now, thanks to you, he finds that the more time he spends caring about helping the people around him, the more understanding and honest he is with himself, the happier he becomes. He's feeling more confident stepping up to the plate, having less fear of letting himself or the other people he cares about down.

He started feeling honored to be the housewarden for Savanaclaw again and he actually takes the responsibility seriously, tackling issues and standing his ground with the students and teachers. He wants to set an example for others, making you proud of his actions by raising his standard. When it comes to issues in the school and within his territory, he's calm and diplomatic as he addresses issues – making sure everyone is heard and everyone walks away satisfied. No longer is he plagued by a lack of enthusiasm to make real, significant changes. He now genuinely enjoys himself, striving to go beyond his expectations to overcome his shortcomings, always pushing himself to think outside of the box. It's like the Leona of his past no longer exists, and he doesn't feel any resentment or shame at the thought, simply believing it's for the better that he finally has the strength to make room for a version of himself he can enjoy instead. Because of your guidance and patience with him, he’s slowly learning to no longer fight his introspective nature, instead choosing to work hard every day to embrace all aspects of himself – whether they be negative or positive. Every day is far from perfect, but he's allowing himself the respite of leaning on your shoulder, even though for now, it’s just as a friend and trusted ally, not as a lover. For the first time, he's happy with where his life is going and the person he is becoming. Through this whole experience of falling for you, he learned that there are still things worth fighting for, regardless of if you one day soon reciprocate his feelings or not. At least, that's what he keeps telling himself.

I was nervous to write this because we all know that canon Leona leaves much to be desired when it comes to his story and the complexities of his character. I've spent over a year of loving him, meticulously crafting who I think he is and who I want him to be. Most days, I'm pretty sure Leona Kingscholar is just a character who exists solely inside of my mind, completely separate from the source material. So, if this resonates with you, I am very glad! Thank you for reading. I hope I was able to bring justice to my beloved Leona! If you would like to see this series with another character, please let me know. 💛 Erica Malleleothreesome

[littlexdeaths]

who doesn’t love a little double feature sabotage?

older brother’s best friend eddie x fem reader

warnings: sid really is the worst, so many dorky cliches and tropes oops, poor steeb just can’t catch a break, and a little bit of some boob grazing.

it’s a recipe for disaster masterlist.

it was the perfect plan, in theory.

a date night at the hawk and a movie that no one cared about. the darkness and the promise of a practically empty theater would offer you the cover you needed to spend the night with your actual boyfriend.

but as you’ve experienced thus far, nothing ever works out the way you want it to.

the trailers had barely started before he was on you, leaning over the armrest and cupping your jaw in his palm. the bucket of popcorn was knocked to the floor in his rush to get his mouth on you, but you really didn’t mind. it had been well over a week since you’d be alone together, and both were about to burst at the seams.

“i.” kiss. “missed.” kiss. “these” kiss. “goddamn.” kiss. “lips.”

he pulled back with a large grin, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips before they were back on yours.

but like all good things, this had to come to an end.

the opening scene of mystery date had begun to fill the screen when you heard the theater doors swing open. and the boisterous but familiar laughter of your brother and gareth spill into the mostly empty theater.

“god dammit… son of a bitch,” he curses harshly under his breath before he slides out of his seat and onto the floor.

eddie could feel the sticky soda and crushed popcorn beneath his knees, inwardly cringing as he began army crawling toward the end of the aisle.

“wow, what a crazy coincidence!” sid says when he finally spots you, but his shit eating grin told you this was anything but a coincidence. “didn’t know you were on date, mouse.”

they both look at you with a snicker, seeming to enjoy the scowl on your face.

“since when were either of you a fan of rom-coms? thought you’d take heather to see this sid, not gareth.”

they both seem a little taken aback by your response, and gareth sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

“well speaking of dates, where exactly is yours at?”

that’s when the panic begins to trickle in.

“… he’s uh, getting us more popcorn.”

you gesture to the dumped bucket at your feet, and your ability to keep both your brother and gareth distracted gives eddie the opportunity he needs to get up from the floor and promptly book it out of the theater.

you let out a sigh of relief when you hear the theater door close, and you quickly shoot up from your seat.

“you know… he’s actually been gone for a while, i’m gonna go check on him.”

you scoot out of the aisle and past both males, quickly descending the stairs before either of them could say anything else.

once you’re out of the theater, you’re quickly yanked by the collar of your jean jacket and into a storage closet. you trip over a mop bucket and tumble forward into his strong chest.

“you know if you really wanted me all to yourself munson, you could’ve picked a more romantic spot,” you tease.

while it’s pitch black in the closet, but you practically feel him roll his eyes.

“oh yeah, real funny, baby.”

his hands reach up to cup your cheeks, and he leans down. only he completely misjudged the distance between you, and in a rush to feel your lips again— he ends up smashing his nose right into your forehead.

“oh jesus, fuck!” he groans, leaning back against the wall as he holds his nose.

“god, this is going so swell.” you sigh, “you know, we might as well just go in there tell sid everything.”

you turn to leave, blinding reaching for the door handle when he gently pulls you back.

“whoa, whoa, sweetheart— there’s no need to do anything drastic now.”

“well what do you expect me to do, eddie? it’s not like i can just waltz back in there with steve, now can i?”

it’s silent for a beat, then you feel him beginning to toy with the tips of your fingers.

“so, about that...”

eddie had somehow convinced steve to go see a different movie with a date just a few screens down, as a fail safe in case your brother decided to pull some shit— which of course he did.

and in the process of executing this idiotic plan, you pissed off not only steve’s date but half the theater full of people as you practically begged on your knees for him to help you. which ended with his date storming out, but not before slapping him square across the face.

you’d be working a lot more saturday shifts to make up for that humiliation.

but that is how you wound up sitting between your real boyfriend and your fake one… with your brother and gareth on the other side of steve. luckily both sid and gareth were convinced that eddie had gotten their message and showed up to the theater to help them sabotage your date.

absolute idiots.

but when eddie takes the seat beside you instead of the one next to your brother, sid looks at him like he’d grown a second head.

“don’t worry, sid. just making sure harrington here keeps his hands to himself.”

while it was said in jest, your brother somehow missed the underlying jealousy behind his words.

but you don’t.

so when you slip your hand in between the seat to hold onto eddie’s, you instantly feel him relax beside you. while it’s not the most ideal set of circumstances, you’ll still take the small victories where you can get them.

and later when eddie “accidentally” grazes the underside of your boob when he reaches across you for some popcorn, you have to stop yourself from swatting at him. all while trying to hold back a smile.

“and you were worried about steve being handsy.” you say under your breath, and he gently squeezes your hand.

“i don’t know, looks pretty handsy to me.”

you quickly glance down to where your arm was resting against steve’s, the tips of your fingers barely brushing against his larger ones.

“you’re an idiot,” you whisper to him fondly, before turning your gaze back to the screen.

you hear his small snort of laughter, which he quickly disguises as a cough.

“good thing i’m your idiot, sweetness.”

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[genericpuff]

I'm not sure if anyone else has made this connection, but I've never seen it mentioned before. I think, similar to Lolita, RS was also inspired by the art of Trevor Brown. His work has a lot of young girls and medical fetish themes (to put it lightly) in a style reminiscent of RS's earlier stuff.

sigh

CW: medical fetish art often depicting children / child-like characters and medical equipment such as needles, gas masks, etc. seriously don't hit the jump if medical equipment or young girls in nurse's outfits or with open wounds makes you squeamish, I will not blame you for turning around now LOL

OP I was about to just... dismiss this. Wave it away as a funny coincidence that is indeed funny, but doesn't have any real evidence to back it up. I had a post typed up in response already declaring this, after which posting I was gonna move on with my day, work on Rekindled, play some XIV.

Because sure, there are a lot of resemblances between Trevor Brown's work and Rachel's old art, but nothing that can't be dismissed in good faith as a simple coincidence of being within the same genre of fetish art (first three are Trevor's, last three are Rachel's).

But then that little voice in the back of my head whispered in my ear, "Puff. You should double check. Just to be sure. Do your due diligence." And I once again found myself on the precipice of the rabbithole that somehow becomes deeper every time I jump. This time though, I knew it couldn't be that bad, I mean, I had enough confidence in knowing that there's no fucking way she listed Trevor Brown as one of her favorite artists-

God fucking dammit. How in the world did I miss this? I mean, I suppose I missed it simply because I'm not familiar with the works of Trevor Brown, but you can bet your ass I became familiar with it in my digging. Yeah, this guy is a supreme creep.

Again, I am not going to accuse Rachel of being a pedophile because that's just not an accusation that should be thrown around without undeniable evidence. What I will say, which has largely remained the same - though even more confidently now than ever before - is that she's clearly someone who took a lot of inspiration and influence from very problematic artists when she was young (I'm talking in her late teens which has me wondering if she started making medical fetish art when she was still a minor-) and then, BEST guess, she started to drop the medical fetish stuff around the time she went to college (which was also the same time she dropped The Doctor Pepper Show, which later got reworked into The Doctor Foxglove Show which was a lot less reminiscent of her medical fetish style from the early 2000's, but still had some of her usual preferences at play) and that's led up to today where she's drawing comics that look like they're for kids but tackle heavy adult subject matter in the worst way possible that straight up perpetuates grooming.

No matter how much experience I have with this already, no matter how much I think I've already seen, I always find more, and this time was no different. In fact - though unrelated to the original topic - thanks to this one fucking ask, I even found the full Mads Mikkelson comic with the completed caption. You know, that one.

And apparently Mads Mikkelson did very much replace her crush on Jeremy Irons.

Who's Jeremy Irons?

Oh yeah.

I just... y'all I can't. This is un-fucking-real. I'm gonna go take a shower, I need to scrub myself off of this 😭

[warpedpuppeteer]

buddie drabble: buck brings home a stray cat and eddie says no…. until eddie ends up being the only one the cat likes and he falls in love with it; established buddie, fluffy, chris is annoyed that the cat likes his dad more than him even though he feeds it treats

Thank you for the super adorable prompt! It's not all exactly as you wanted but I tried to stick to the prompt as close as I can. Hope you enjoy ☺️🫶🏽! (Link to AO3 is provided at the end for those who prefer that)

Fur-st Mew-ting

“No”. Eddie puts as much authority that he could muster in his best dad-voice. “Absolutely not”.

As expected, Christopher but dad’s him immediately.

“Look how cute he is, dad! And he has nowhere else to go!”, his son tries his best to make his case with his best puppy eyes.

Eddie looks over Christopher's curls where Buck is lurking in the background innocently.

His boyfriend is still in his uniform because he came here straight from work, and he is holding the tiniest kitten Eddie has ever seen close to his chest. It looks unrealistically small in Buck's large arms.

And fuck. It is a very cute sight.

Absolutely not, he tells himself determinedly, even if his heart beats slightly faster at the devastating sight of Buck coo-ing at the kitten.

It's a scruffy little thing. Fur sticking out ridiculously everywhere, tiny paws and big pitiful eyes staring right into his soul imploringly as if it was coached by both his boyfriend and his son to do its best to wear Eddie's defenses down.

And dammit; it's working.

Buck meets his eyes and has his own best puppy eyes weaponized.

Eddie sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Chris whoops loudly exactly like Buck and Eddie mourns the fact that their son is already learning Buck's frat boy ways. He makes a mental note to hide all the baseball caps in the house.

A tiny questioning mew joins their whooping.

The Ap-paw-intment

The first thing that Eddie does the next morning is to call the closest vet they could find to fix an appointment for the kitten. The girl on the other end of the line is cheery and polite and tells him they have a slot open at 4pm today. Eddie agrees easily and she asks for the name of the ‘pawrent’ for the appointment. “Eddie Diaz. And Evan Buckley”. “And your fur baby’s name?”, she asks innocently. Eddie wishes for all the strength and patience in the world as he looks at Buck who has his lips pursed, trying his best to pretend he's not laughing. “Baby Eddie”, he finally grits out. The girl, bless her heart, only goes quiet for a few seconds before thanking him and tells him they're excited to see them later. He hangs up, mortified. Buck finally laughs gleefully. “Oh the look on your face!” He puts the phone on the kitchen counter and scowls at his boyfriend. “Shut up, Buck. I can't believe you named the stupid kitten that”. “Hey!”, his boyfriend, who has the kitten on the table, gently folds its ears down, “don’t call Baby Eddie the s-word. He's named after my boyfriend you know”. Eddie glares at him, “a boyfriend who is re-thinking the decision of dating you currently”. Buck grins at him, unrepentant. “It was just a funny idea me and Chris had. He looked so excited about it and I couldn't say no”. Eddie just shakes his head knowing he's going to regret asking but he does anyway. “Why is that even a funny name?”. Buck gently lifts up the kitten to show Eddie like he couldn't already see from where he's making breakfast for them. “Because look at him! He looks just like you. Has the scowl and big cow eyes and everything!” Eddie scowls harder at him and Buck laughs so hard he nearly falls off the chair.

A fur-tunate coincidence

Baby Eddie settles down easily in the Diaz household (soon to be the Diaz-Buckley household but Eddie-the human one- is currently still working on it). The vet's appointment had gone well which didn't come as a surprise because apparently Buck and Chris had picked up the kitten from a shelter. A fact that only came to light after Eddie had agreed to house the scruff-ball. Eddie had done his best not to seem embarrassed everytime the vet said Baby Eddie while talking about the kitten. Even when Buck had gleefully told the vet assistant that the kitten is named after its other dad and pointed at him. They also find out that Baby Eddie is a girl. Turns out Buck and Chris had missed that part when they picked up the kitten. They refused to change her name despite Eddie's very convincing arguments though. She is now officially Baby Eddie Buckley-Diaz. Later that night, Buck had plastered himself on Eddie's back and mumbled, “I was only actually fostering her, you know. I didn't mean to make you an involuntary cat dad”. Eddie turns around in his arms. Buck has that look on his face, the one he has when he thinks he's done something wrong. “I'm not mad Buck”, he says softly. “I've been planning to either adopt a dog or a cat anyways for Chris' next birthday. It just happened a little early”. Buck's eyes light up, “really?”. “Really”, Eddie assures him and kisses him gently just to be sure. “I'm going to be a hands-off parent though. And I still don't like her. And she looks nothing like me”. Eddie tucks his face into Buck's neck, hiding his smile, feeling the thrum of Buck's laughter against his cheek.

A meow-ment of weakness

Buck has searched through all the drawers, the clothes hamper and the washing machine but his favorite blue hoodie is still nowhere to be seen. Frustrated, he heads to the kitchen to ask Eddie if he's seen it anywhere and stops at the entrance. Eddie is sitting by the kitchen table, doing something on his laptop, headphones on. He's wearing Buck's hoodie, sleeves pushed up to showcase his delectable arms. That's not what makes Buck stop and stare though. It's the fact that Eddie is wearing Buck's hoodie the wrong way around because he has Baby Eddie snuggled up in the hood of it. Baby Eddie has her head out, staring at the screen in fascination. As Buck watches on, Eddie pets Baby Eddie’s head softly with a finger and kisses her tiny scruffy head before going back to what he was doing. It's absolutely adorable and Buck thinks he falls even more in love with Eddie than he already has (he's going to put a ring on it soon, he's working on it). He takes at least 10 photos as proof and then calls Chris as an eyewitness just in case before confronting Eddie about the stolen hoodie and about him claiming he would be a hands-off parent just a few nights ago. When Eddie refuses to plead guilty to the charges, claiming he didn't realize it was Buck's hoodie and that it was just a moment of weakness because Baby Eddie looked lonely since neither Buck nor Chris were looking after her, Buck sends one of the photos to the group chat, grabs Chris and runs for his life as Eddie yells out “Buck!” when he checks his phone as his notifications go off.

Playing fur-vourites

To the disappointment of everyone involved, Baby Eddie has decided that human Eddie is her favorite human amongst them all. She follows him around like a shadow everywhere he goes, purrs up a storm whenever he comes back home from work, and snuggles up and falls asleep on him anytime he sits somewhere. Chris does get slightly annoyed at the development. “I give her extra treats but she still likes you more. That's unfair dad!”, he complains, as only a pre-teen could. Eddie feels bad for his son. He's not sure why the kitten has taken such a liking to him either. He'd rather she get attached to Chris or Buck instead. “Well, is it a surprise though kiddo? Your dad's really great. I mean, he's your favorite and mine too. So, it's not really surprising Baby Eddie likes him too right?” Buck attempts to placate him. Chris grumbles a little bit more but seems happy enough with the explanation. Of course, the fact that Baby Eddie chose that exact moment to butt her head against his ankle to get his attention might have helped as well. As Chris sits down on the floor to play with her, Eddie mouths ‘thank you’ at Buck, feeling warm. Buck simply winks at him, his stupid adorable boyfriend.

Pawrents, Interrupted

“This is all your fault”, Eddie accuses- unjustly if you ask Buck- when Baby Eddie climbs up Eddie's thighs to curl up on his chest. They had been busy making out on the couch as Chris was away at Pepa's for the night. Buck is already shirtless, hair a mess from Eddie running his hands through them, lips kiss-bruised. Buck looks at his boyfriend - pants unbuttoned, a hickey already blooming under his jaw and lips kiss-bruised just like his own- and snorts at him before smirking deviously, “to be fair, you do have very nice tits”. The pillow smack to his face was totally worth it if you ask Buck. (He does however, banish Baby Eddie into Chris' room, where her bed is, temporarily, while he apologizes to his boyfriend for his remark, very profusely and thoroughly in ways not suitable for a young and impressionable kitten's eyes to see. Baby Eddie might not have ended the night very happily but human Eddie very much did.)

Imagine Baby Eddie to look something like this lil one here:

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[musings-of-a-rose]

Back Pain

Back Pain

Pairing: Teacher Ben x f! Nurse reader

Word Count: 1300+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: a belated birthday request for a friend of mine! This is what she asked for, with Teacher Ben:

"Reader is the school nurse

And Ben pulls his back - so two football hunks from his class carry him into the first aid room.

(Let's call her Miss Mint, cause she gets everyone a cup of mint tea all the time)

 Course they're both crushing on each other..

First kiss maybe? 🙂 back massage with no shirt? Poor Ben 🙂"

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"It's funny how your illness always seems to coincide with Mr. Shah's quizzes, Maria."

The student in front of me tries her best to hide her guilt. "No, Nurse Mint, I really do feel like, sick." She coughs dramatically, and obviously fake. 

"I see. Well I've taken your temperature and since you're not exhibiting any other symptoms-"

"No, really, I'm sick." Another fake cough. 

"Maria, make sure to sign up for drama class next semester. You'll be brilliant on stage."

She perks up. "You think so? I've been prac- ah dammit!" Realizing I got her to admit she was faking, she groans and grabs her backpack, heading towards the door. 

"Tell Mr. Shah I said hi."

She waves over her shoulder and leaves. Being a high school nurse never gets old. 

—----

It's quiet today. Just the typical stream of kids who need their daily meds and such.

Loud noises come from the hall outside, coming closer to the clinic. I catch a few words, including my name, so I walk around my desk to open the door. 

There, in the hall, are 2 of the school's football players and between them they're carrying-

"Mr. Ben?" I ask, pulling the door open wider as the 2 students carry him inside. 

"Where can we put him?" One of the students asks. 

I gesture to a bed. "Here." I put on some gloves as the students gently set Mr. Ben on the bed.

"Move back, please," I say as I move to stand in front of Ben. The students step back, waiting to see if I need any more help. 

"Hi, Ben. What happened?" I'm standing in front of him, watching pained expressions move across his face. His beautiful face. 

"I think I-" He hisses when he moves "-threw my back out."

"Thank you, boys. You may head to class now." 

They nod, telling Mr. Ben they hope he feels better. 

"Now, what happened?" I ask as I head back to my desk, opening a side drawer to pull out some pain meds for him.

He chuckles softly and then hisses again. "I just..turned wrong."

"Turned wrong?"

"Yeah I'm old. It happens."

"You're not that old," I smile at him as I hand him a bottle of water and a cup with pain meds in it. He hisses again trying to grab the bottle. 

"It's okay. I'll help. Can you turn your head for me to give these to you?"

He takes a breath and moves his head back, his bright, brown eyes finding mine. I can see from the look in his eyes he's in more pain than he's letting on. I help him take the pain meds, stepping back to look at him. 

"Let's take off your shirt."

"I-what?"

"So I can massage your back, help work it out while the meds kick in."

He blushes, bright pink flushing up his cheeks. "I, uh oh. You don't have to. I'll be ok." He hisses again when he moves and I shake my head. 

"I won't force you, but it will help."

He looks at me, eyes like a puppies and I get lost in them a moment. To be honest, I've had a crush on this man since my first day. He's great with the students and they absolutely adore him. Sometimes too much, if you've seen the fancams. 

It doesn't hurt that he's easily the most handsome guy I've ever laid eyes on. 

He swallows hard and slightly nods, closing his eyes at the bit of pain that movement causes. 

"Ok." He tries to move to unbutton his shirt, but grunts out in pain. I move closer to him, placing my hands gently over his. 

"M-may I?" I ask. 

He looks up at me, something else in his eyes. Almost like…

"Y-yeah. Ok."

My fingers tremble, undoing each button, slowly revealing a small smattering of freckles across his chest. He's got a small tummy and the sight of it goes straight through me. He catches me staring and tries to pull his shirt around his stomach.

"I'm not super fit-"

"You're gorgeous."

"What?"

"What? Oh uh let me help you take off the shirt so I can get at your back."

He nods and I slowly slide the shirt off his shoulders, helping him remove his arms. He grunts a few times at the pain and I can't stop apologizing for it. 

"It's not your fault I'm old and turning wrong can put me on my ass for a week."

I chuckle. "You're not that old. And I don't want to cause you pain so please tell me to stop if it hurts."

"Ok."

I move to stand behind him, pulling out my tiny jar of Tiger Balm. Ben approves it and tells me where it hurts the most. I gather up some balm, fingers hovering over the spot he indicated before I touch him, massaging the spot with gentle force. Ben grunts and moans as I work my fingers into his back, and I feel myself flushing, thinking of how else I could get him to make those sounds.

"Oh, shit that feels…ugh there! There! Harder!" 

I massage harder, Ben letting out a gasp and a moan as I feel the knot unwind under my hands. I stop and he breathes deep for several moments. 

"Are you ok, Mr. Ben?"

He nods slightly. "You have magic fingers."

I smile, moving back around to stand in front of him. "Glad to help. Let me help you with your shirt."

I slide his arms back in the sleeves and help him button up his shirt. I'm so close to him I can smell his cologne, woodsy and a bit like parchment. I chance a glance at his eyes and find him already staring at me, an odd look on his face, as if he's trying to decide on saying something. Smoothing out his shirt, I toy with the collar. 

"Is..are you feeling better?"

"Y-yes. I don't know how I would've made it without you."

"You'd have found a way I'm sure."

I move to step away, but apparently my shoes were untied and I trip over the laces. But I never hit the ground, Ben grabbing me and holding me, preventing my fall. We're close, noses nearly touching. 

Ben clears his throat. "Are…are you ok?"

"Hhmm? Oh uh…yeah. Yes, I-"

His eyes travel across my face, lingering on my lips for a moment longer. 

"Are you sure?" He moves his head slightly closer to me. 

"Sure about what?" I move closer to him. 

"Tripping." He's the closest he's been to me, our noses just barely brushing against each other.

"What?"

His lips press to mine hesitantly, waiting for my to pull back. As if I ever would. We both deepen the kiss, a quiet moaning coming from the back of his throat. He breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine. 

"I've been wanting to do that since the moment you handed me my first cup of mint tea on your first day here."

I smile, "Really?"

"Mmm. Would you go to dinner with me?"

"Absolutely. And if your back bothers you, I know exactly how to handle it."

—----

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[steelthroat]

The sun and pluto for the ask game if you do not mind good friend :)

Ohhh no, of course I don't <3 *platonic smooch*

So:

Sun: 5 things I like about myself

Mhhhh not easy but let's try some self love :D

My eyes: color of my mum's, the shape of my dad's. I poke fun at my dad for not trying hard enough and passing me his blue eyes... but mine are pretty and do their job so it's cool.

My hair, although I've just recently discovered it's kind of curly and I curse it a lot... I finally feel like it's MY hair (I have a turbulent story regarding my hair)

My shoulders are large and they look strong. I like looking strong :) (even if I'm gremlin-sized)

I like the fact that I can work well under pressure, I mean probably I'm only able to work under pressure??? But hey at least when things go south I know what to do

My leading skills... I've gotten praise for them and I like being praised and whatever brings me praise... so yay apparently I can lead :D

Pluto: paranormal experiences

Huh... mh like idk ghosts or something unexplainable? Maybe I can find a couple of experiences, twice serious and one funny

When I'm particularly desperate and it's past midnight and I write to my friends "hey I hope [x] teacher doesn't show up at school tomorrow" it happens. Which is super silly and 100% a coincidence but dammit if my desperation is SO POWERFUL please let it be a power ahahahah

When I was 4 I was on a swing and I thought I saw a boy next to me swinging too but he was like in one of those black and white old movies... obviously i turned and there was no boy, just a swing swinging freely

One month before i was born medici thought I died, no machinery could detect my hearbeat or movement for 3 days and they thought my mum lost me (she had already had spontaneous abortions so it would have been possible). She was ospitalized immediately but then poof I came back.

This little stunt of mine made.my mum stay hospitalized for a month lol... btw no one knows what the hell happened

[roboraindrop]

So Ladd and I... I never really fleshed out a story for us before, but here's my first attempt!

It got a little long, so it's under a cut fjdjdh

I was on the ship with Maiza and the other immortals. I didn't drink the immortality elixir when everyone else did, though. I waited, because I was sure that I didn't want to live forever. Once I saw how lonely Maiza was without his brother though, I decided to drink and to stay with him for eternity, as his friend and younger sibling.

Being immortal has its downsides, though, and that's the fact that I am not crazy about the whole Living thing. For many years I tried to find an antidote for the immortality, but it never worked. There was only one way to end an immortal's life; To be devoured by another immortal. There was no way I could ask that of Maiza, so I kept trying.

One night, I stood on the edge of a bridge, watching the water rushing below, planning on jumping but knowing that nothing would actually take my life. I'd get a few broken bones, maybe, but they'd heal just as quick. Maybe it was for the adrenaline I was doing it now. Maybe it was just the comfort of the illusion that soon I wouldn't have to keep living.

That's when he found me.

Ladd stopped me from jumping, asked what a pretty thing like me was doing all the way out here on such a dark night, that the city is full of creeps and I should be careful if I wanna stay alive. Funny thing to say after I had just watched him kill two guys for simply standing in his way on his stroll over to me, but it wasn't any of my business.

We got talking, of course I didn't tell him that I was immortal, just that I was cursed. A curse that nobody can beat- A curse that won't let me die. He had to laugh. And he laughed hard.

"What a coincidence! You're here with a curse that stops you from dying, and here I am, the best assassin the Russo family's got! I'll kill ya, kid. In fact, I won't even ask you to pay me! I'll do it for free!"

There was no hesitation as he pulled out a gun, and I pressed my head against the barrel.

But, if anyone knows anything about Ladd Russo, it's that the people he likes killing the most are the ones who never see it coming. He lowered the gun and put it away, telling me that we should meet up again in a few days, give me time to get my affairs in order. What he really wanted was to get me unaware- This was a challenge and he was going to pass it with flying colors - Mostly red!

The problem was, though, that I was always ready. If he couldn't get me surprised, he wasn't going to get me at all, dammit. So we kept meeting, he kept telling me it would happen another time. The more we saw of each other, though, the closer we grew, and the more I wanted to live to see him.

Sure, he was a maniac who loved killing, and I was an immortal who could never die... But there was an energy between us. Crazy, some people might call it... But we fit each other's crazy.

He eventually asked me to stop trying to take my own life- That if anyone was going to kill me, it was going to be him. It was his honor and his alone. That's how our dynamic ended up along the same lines of his and Lua's in canon- "Its always been my dream to find people who want to live in this world more than you and slaughter them one by one until... Until there's just you, and I'd gladly spend the rest of your life lovingly murdering you. Until then you stick with me, and don't you dare die. Right, babe?"

Unlike Lua who is very reserved though, I am visibly flattered by Ladd when he flirts this way, very deeply into it xkdjskb

[10-dutchies-12-bicycles]

1 & 20 for the ask game

do u think i would use psychic powers for personal gain??? me???? 😭😭😭😭😭😭

anyway. *clenches fist* *on second thought.. clenches the other fist too* there are so many scenes that got to me. but THE scene that got to me is the last scene of s3e11. when mob finds ???%. and the first time i watched it i was like "oh hey thats a funny coincidence that actually looks very similar to how i picture the manifestation of my mental health problems-" SIKE ITS THE MANIFESTATION OF MOB'S MENTAL HEALTH PROBLEMS. HE IS JUST LIKE ME FOR REAL. ONE-SENSEI IS IN MY FUCKING WALLS HOW DOES HE KNOW EXACTLY HOW I SELF-THERAPIZED MYSELF 3 MONTHS BEFORE WATCHING MOB PSYCHO?????? DOES HE HAVE FUCKING PROPHETIC POWERS?????

and then in the next episode they fucking talk it out. just like i talked it out with the manifestation of MY mental health problems. god fucking dammit. it is 5:30 am in late may 2023 i am lying on the floor and there are ungodly amounts of snot and tears running down my face. i fucking broke down dude.... like that first scene left me speechless but this scene. it rly got the waterworks going

anyway also ofc the very last shot of the anime. and also "i knew i would be needed" and all that follows (in the manga). i could keep going but ill restrain myself

[beefgnawpolis]

Infinite Wealth Ch. 12

The short version:

*drags hands down face*

"DON'T YOU LEAVE!" fucking wrecked my heart. Goddammit, Kiryu, at least give him a fuckin' hug before you go.

(okay no listen I love me some kazumaji and while I wish they could have actually been even 1/1000000th as delightfully gay for each other in this scene as they were in Ishin I also really dig the "Majima is way more into it than Kiryu is and knows it but keeps carrying the torch because he doesn't think he deserves better" version but also AAAAAAUGH HUG HIM DAMMIT)

...excuse me.

Damn but that was a good fight, huh? I made an extra save just so I can go back to it whenever I want because damn. The breaking of the turn system for Thematic Reasons was especially nice.

On a more plot-related note: son of a BITCH! So, over on a Discord I poke around in, one of the regulars has been running RGG Big Brother seasons using some sort of web generator thingy and at a couple of points in season 2, things happened such that we saw Ebina and Arakawa's headshots side by side, and I thought huh! Ebina kind of looks a little like Arakawa! The eyes, or perhaps the nose, or maybe even both are similar! Haha, what an interesting coincidence! and then I promptly forgot about that and went on enjoying the drama and hijinks. HIGH FIVE, BRAIN. GG. oh man this is going to fucking destroy Ichi if/when he finds out :(

(unrelated but funny: in that same season the Big Brother generator ended up making Tanimura a complete asshole who screwed his entire alliance over and the whole server lost its collective shit when he got hoisted on his own petard but anyway)

[starchildrenofdustand-ashes]

Saw Cabaret in London the other night and what can I say except holy shit, holy crap, what the fuck. It blew my mind with just how everything it was. It was creepy, funny, heartfelt, heart breaking, I want to be wooed with a pineapple dammit! It's insane how clever it was with the choices it made, there is no way any of the choices were done by coincidence. I noticed with the emcee's outfit in 'Money' that his helmet resembled an SS one, like there is no way it wasn't intentional

AHHHHHHH!!! The experience is genuinely so hard to put into words- I’m so happy you love it!!

It’s genuinely such a well thought out production, and the actors are so talented 😭

I was so shocked when the Broadway production received so many negative reviews: “it’s not as clever as it thinks it is”,, “the production thinks it has to spell everything out for it viewers” I did the biggest face palm when reading these because so many of them resembled the bad reviews the Mendez/Cumming production got when it first opened!

But it’s refreshing to see a positive take after the Broadway production was steamrolled during the the Tony awards 😭

I’ve seen both the London and Broadway productions and my consensus is that I liked Jake Shears as the Emcee in London more than Redmayne on Broadway, and that Frau and Shultz were so much cuter on Broadway.

Also! Yes the iconic money costume!! I was so confused my it at first (I still am lol) but recognizing the SS helmet defiantly made it more clear to me! I read somewhere that he was supposed to be a dead solider- which then begs the question of why this costume during that song in particular ? 🤔

Ty for the ask 💗

[out-of-context-batfam]

Nightwing (1996) #47

[amourlyns]

⠀ 「 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞. 」

⠀ ━━ 🌷 💕

✦ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 ⨟⠀ You haven’t talked in so long, you thought he’d put you in the past by now

✦ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ⨟⠀Octavio 〞Octane 〞Silva + fem!reader

✦ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 ⨟⠀Part two of one ➜       masterlist

✦ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ⨟⠀ Suggestive commentary Alcohol Vomiting

⠀ ★ ⠀ | ITS BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE YOU’VE seen Octane and yes, you have been counting the days. surprise, surprise! how the hell can he waltz into your life again and ghost you after? God. He’s infuriating

So, instead of texting him back like any normal person would you decided to go clubbing, clubbing at the very club his fans said he would go to actually— you were going to confront this man, whether or not he likes it.

It was odd y’know? the club he decided to show up at was the very same club you met him in, it must’ve been a coincidence— but you couldn’t help but reminisce let’s not for get that reminiscing got you in this predicament in the first place.

You push through crowds of dancing bodies, there’s nothing but weed, drugs and sweat. All of octanes favorite things another thing was you his stem. The air is thick heavy with intoxication, the smell seems to haze your mind. The smell of tequila floods your nostrils— good gods these people could drink. But hey, this is the party scene of Solace in what would you expect?

Time goes by fast— somehow you ended up taking a few shots, because who can say no to such persuasive party goers? one turned to two and two turned to five. By now you were drunk, damn that tequila was strong! A kind fellow lead you towards the couches, urging that you’d take a few moments to rest and collect your thoughts. Words slur but he can tell you mean well as you say 〞 thank you. 〞

You ended up passing out, about four hours passed and it was three fourty two a.m, the party was still going on for some reason and despite this you still haven’t found Octane, and to add on to that your head was pounding. You take a few seconds to close your eyes but the caving of the seat to your side causes you to open them slightly, gazing at the stranger who decided to sit right besides you.

Fuck!

❛ Damn chica, didn’t think you’d still have that party animal in you. What are you even doing here? ❜ something about his loud, obnoxious voice wasn’t mixing too well with your excruciating headache, it’s funny because he gives you some medication for the pain, along with some water. He reads you like a book. All he does is smirk, watching you that same look again from two weeks ago. That adoration

You take the medication, making no intention to talk to the legend, instead you stand up making a b—line to the nearest exit. Octane is still sat down, watching you with a small smirk.. What is he laughing at? Oh— fuck.

You must’ve stood up too fast, the world starts spinning again and you run to the nearest toilet. Thankfully, you still remember the layout of the club like the back of your hand. He follows you, holding back your hair as you vomit. A gloved hand rests against your stomach, drawing soothing circles on heated skin.

You whisper a small thanks, wiping off the remaining residue from the corner of your mouth. A small shiver runs down your spine at the touch, you respond with pushing back the daredevil. A frustrated huff escapes your lips as you gaze at his dopey smile.. why did he mess around with you like this? coming here was a horrible idea!! You should’ve left hours ago—

❛ What’s with the long face? And, that hurt my feelings by the way, I held back your hair!! ❜ Octavio utters, now you feel even dumber and sorta pissed? Why is he such a dumbass? ❛ I came here to find your ass because you wouldn’t answer any of my texts! Who the hell kisses someone like that and just leave like that Octavio—? stop running away from me dammit. ❜

It all just slips out, all those feelings you had bottled up for the past two weeks. His expression softens, brows furrow and lips contort into a pout. Is he sorry?.. He doesn’t say a word when he leads you out the bathroom.

Octane is always on the go, you could hardly keep up with this pace, he’s dodging and weaving party goers and you’re stumbling over your feet! He really was on a mission wasn’t he?..

You ended up at your place, he offered you a ride and you couldn’t find it in you to say no to him Tavi opens the door for you as stumble in, he follows your tail soon after, a firm grip is on your waist. He steadies you to a halt, you’re confused at first— what did he want? But then he holds you, carrying you bridal style to your bed. He lays you down placing a small kiss on your forehead.. just like that one night

❛ Fuck chica.. you know I’m not good with words— so just let me talk for a second ok? Un momento. ❜ you couldn’t even process what he was saying to you, the only thing that caught your attention was the way held you, must’ve been serious about this— And he was you could see it in his expression, the way he searches your face for any displeasure… he was sweet.

❛ I got scared ok?! I didn’t know what to do or say, so I left. it’s what I’m best at aye? What do you think these legs are for bebecita!.. ❜ a pointed look. ❛ Right, right bad joke—sorry not sorry. Mierda, I wasn’t expecting to see you at the party tonight and Che would’ve told me to fix my mistake and talk to so now I’m here. In your bed. Talking to you. I texted you up that night because I missed your face, your voice.. tú eras el paquete completo, mamá. ❜

He felt like this the whole time..? why didn’t he— you’re stopped before you can finish your mental rant. Octavio kisses you, and damn he’s good you almost forgot how good he was you kiss back with the same amount of vigor, this was good right? You both got the happy ending you wanted.

❛ I missed you. ❜

❛ Me too tavi. ❜ now that answered your question.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Am I too late for the prompt requests? I know it says that requests are open, but just incase…

Um if it’s cool with you, I’m a soft person who enjoys fluff and has been around a lot of angst and has even been writing angst for days so honestly I’m ready for the sweet stuff.

So if I could, I’d like-

“I haven’t laughed like this in years.”

+

“Can I kiss you?”

With

‘Being caught staring too many times for it to be a coincidence’

And I’m thinking a nice hanging out in the bedroom scene with V ?

Thank you if you do consider giving it a go! No pressure, though

NEVER TOO LATE, NONNIE <3

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Having movie nights has never been your forte.

You struggle with resisting beautiful men in overly big, soft, comfortable looking hoodies and sweat pants.

Having movie nights in your bedroom?

That's even more questionable-there's the possibility of cuddles and intimacy and laying on the bed together-all while wearing the previously mentioned lusciously relaxing outfit from before.

Movie nights in your bedroom with an incredibly attractive and overly smooth talking boy you had met in your college biology class no more than a month ago?

And he was wearing a hoodie?

That's just begging for trouble.

But here you are, desperately trying to remind yourself not to scooch too close on the bed, not to look at him too much-don't make it obvious, dumbass-not to delve too deeply into figuring out what scents make up every note of his heavenly cologne.

All of this, and all the while, trying to completely ignore the fact that Kim Taehyung is most definitely the hottest man you've ever seen wear a hoodie and gray sweatpants.

"I really love the acting in this movie."

Speaking of which.

Taehyung shifts his body on the bed to see the screen of your small laptop better, and you hold your breath, because his elbow almost brushes your own, as he turns to flash you a grin, dark curls falling into his eyes.

"Y-yeah-" You stutter out, clearing your throat and looking at the movie to which he is referring, though you're not sure if you have a clue of what's going on in the plotline.

Honestly, you've been a little distracted by the man reclining beside you, in your room, on your bed.

"You don't know what's going on do you." He asks, but it's not a question, and definitely more of an amused statement, as his eyes light up, holding your gaze, and he shoots you another grin, this one a little more shit eating.

"Sure I do!" You protest hotly, sitting up a little straighter, as you point to the character on the laptop screen. "That's-" You struggle to remember her name and decide to just bullshit it all, because he's right, you have no clue about what's actually going on. "Susie. And she's going to her-grandpa's-to make sure he's not-dead?"

Taehyung laughs and the sound has you smiling in return, heart pounding in your chest at his response to your lame and not at all funny retelling of the story line.

You dare another glance at him, all white teeth and dark hair, head thrown back, laughing at you, and you feel a little warm, and not because of the Christmas lights framing your window or the sound of the heater kicking on overhead.

Dammit. You're staring again. Look away before he notices.

"I haven't laughed like this in years." Taehyung finally says, wiping his eyes, as he leans his head toward you on the pillow, and suddenly you're much closer than you were minutes before. "I mean. You're not wrong I guess?" He reaches out and catches you by surprise, as he flings his arm around your shoulders and leans your heads together, forcing you to look ahead at the long forgotten movie.

"That's Kerry." He motions to the girl appearing on the screen. "And that's her boyfriend. And they're about to go into the woods. Which is always a terrible idea-"

You can't focus on what he's saying, because his arm is warm and heavy on your shoulders, and his cologne smells so good at this distance, and damn that overly large hoodie, your fingers are itching to get beneath it and find out what's there.

Suddenly, you realize he's stopped talking and is no longer staring at the computer screen, but at you now, and you feel your cheeks heat as you drop your eyes from his, acutely aware of your ogling once more.

"So they're going into the woods." You say quietly, trying not to stutter as you feel his gaze still intently on your face. "A horrible, impulsive decision really. "

"Definitely an impulsive decision." Taehyung murmurs, and you somehow feel like he's not talking about the plot of the movie any longer. "They should have thought it out more, but sometimes, fate just has other plans, you know?"

You manage to meet his gaze once more, though your cheeks are on fire now, and note that his eyes have drifted to your lips, and now he's the one who's staring openly.

You swallow, hard, and are about to make another joke about the movie, just to ease the weird feeling in the air, when Taehyung beats you to the punch.

"Can I kiss you?"

Did you hear him right?

"What you're not invested in this movie anymore?" You ask, as it's the only thing that comes to mind, as you stare back at him dumbly.

He smirks. "Nope."

Reaching out, he gently runs a thumb over the skin of your bottom lip, and you absolutely have to stop your body from having a visceral, noticeable reaction to his touch.

You swallow, and his smirk grows just a little bit wider.

"Not even to find out what happens to Susie and her dying grandpa?" You ask weakly, body already becoming jello the longer you stay pinned underneath Taehyung's gaze.

Damn hoodies and sweats and stupidly attractive Kim Taehyung.

He leans toward you, and your lips are only mere centimeters apart.

Pine. Pine and ocean. That's what he smells like. You think stupidly, lamely, as Kim Taehyung's hands cup the sides of your jawline, his voice low, breath a warm, welcoming tide brushing across your face, as he leans in even closer.

"Not even to find out what happens to Susie and her dying grandpa."

[awesomefringey]

Louis’ “odds” tattoo are most likely because of him and the band playing a game called Odds On. Which is also really likely how they ended up doing the hilarious shit the Tigger suit, deodorant, cereal, shorts etc etc.

Here’s how to play https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=odds%20on&amp=true

Ahhh thank you. This is literally a game about coincidences. LOL

It sounds so funny:

odds on

Sort of a dare in game form. One person calls "odds on" the other performing some unpleasant or undesirable task. The other person then sets the odds by giving a number. One will then count down from 3, and both say a number between 1 and the odds number. If the two people say the same number, then the second person must perform the task.

A: Odds on eating a ghost chili? B: 50 A: 3, 2, 1.. A+B: 37! B: Dammit.

This all really led to this:

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