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Playing Pretend: a Good Omens comic (Part 1/5)

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[chirpsythismorning]

Thinking about the what if El was never interested in Mike romantically, she just assumed she was discourse on the tag today and how it's very possible what could make El fully realize this, is when in s5 she see's Will's love for Mike in real time, for the first time, and she's just like damn! That is not me!

[mysticmikalla]

The Stardew Valley Bachelors and how they’d confess

Based and inspired off these romantic confessions dialogue prompts ♡

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Harvey

"You need to know that I have grown to care for you." He had rehearsed the words a hundred times, both to himself, and even more pathetically, out loud. And yet they still came out shaky and uncertain. Harvey had promised himself that today was the day he would tell you - it was just not sustainable to feel this restless during nights apart from you, and when you two did meet, his palms sweat, his heart and mind raced to an extent that he couldn't even properly enjoy you as he'd like. As he'd love. So, he promised himself he wouldn’t let another day go by without you knowing.And as weak as his voice ended up coming out, Harvey managed to say, "Deeply."

Shane

"I'm sorry," He was disappointed in himself for telling you. The only friendship he had been able to keep in years and he managed to ruin it. If you were to ask him why he said it at all, he wouldn’t be able to tell you, as Shane himself didn’t know why he ended up blurting it out like that. So before you were even able to respond, to tell him that you felt the exact same way, if not more strongly, he was already trying to amend the situation, to somehow soften the blow of your inevitable rejection. "I know that this is not what you want to hear... But you deserve to know.”

Sam

He had never been shy about his feelings, and the only reason it took him this long to tell you their extent was that he wanted to be absolutely certain you felt the same. That, and the fact that Sam was a little bit of a hopeless romantic. But having you hide under his covers with him, an enticing added element of secrecy, your body so close, so much so that he could feel your heart pound against his chest as you pressed against him… Or maybe it was his own he heard. He couldn’t tell. That’s when Sam knew it was the perfect time. And he wasted no more of it when he kissed you, and when you kissed back, he pulled away just enough to murmur, "I'm falling for you. I’m falling in love with you.”

Sebastian

“Please… say something.” There was no way he could've told you completely sober. Hadn't it been for his slightly altered state and the way your body leaned into his as you laughed about something he said, or for the touch of your knee on his as you shifted closer to him on the beat-up couch in his room, saying something that he suddenly couldn’t focus on, he would have never said it. Though it wasn’t until your eyes lingered on his a little longer than usual that he said it. Sebastian had never expected you to know how he actually felt. And somehow he expected it less when your lips parted and body shifted away from his, gaze hurriedly falling to your hands as your fingers picked away at each other. It must've only been a few moments, but as your silence stretched to what felt like rejection, his voice faltered even more. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to say that.”

Elliot

Elliot was a romantic, and he felt himself become more so the more he fell for you. As much as he dreamed and fantasized about just crossing that hazy line between just friends and lovers and kiss you breathless, he waited. He waited until he said it, until you came closer to him, disbelief in your eyes at the words he had just spoken, because there was just no way someone like him would feel this way towards someone like you. It wasn't 'til then that he needed to show you what he meant, what he felt. "You are everything." He whispered in between kisses to the back of your hand, then knuckles, and then bringing his own fingers to gently caress your cheek, before inching his head in closer and closer until his lips brushed against yours. "Everything."

Alex

Alex had a strong mind. His focus was on his goals, his family and himself. Rarely did anything shift it away, and he was pretty good at getting it back on track, if it ever did. It would be an understatement to say he found himself distraught at how much you occupied his mind, and how often he now found his nights rather sleepless with thoughts and fantasies of you. Alex wasn't shy. Alex wasn't particularly afraid of your rejection, either. He just needed to tell you, and hopefully that would be enough to ease his relentless thoughts of you, especially if you reciprocated. And again, once he set his mind to something, it was rare he didn’t see it through. It came as a surprise to you, though, when he showed up at your farmhouse unannounced, and before you could even say much, he declared, unabashed, "You are all I can think about, and I don't really know what to do about it."

[marblerose-rue]

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[pissmoon]

I dont like takes about how 00s symphonic metal like nightwish only got hate for misogynist reasons bc they had female vocalists. Like to some extent maybe, but lets be honest, it just sucked. And as a woman these bands rubbed me the wrong way because they only liked women as vocalists and only if they were attractive enough and looked good in corsets. Its kinda an approach to women adopted from pop music. Treating women in music more like models than actual musicians. I grew up in that era and the dudes who listened to that treated it like a contest on who has the most fuckable vocalist. There were women playing actual instruments in 80s death metal bands and they were appreciated in the scene for their talent without having absurd expectations of looking like models forced on them, this shit is not groundbreaking

[puppyeared]

if escape rooms as team building exercises became popular im not sure if id be more excited or terrified

[toxooz]

When me being horney for a sec for orc smut and orc boyfriends leads me to a the coolest art and artist i have ever seen and then that leads me to a lovely story that i binge read the whole thing and got super attached to the characters in less than 15 mins .... Legendary stuff ur doing here honestly!❤️❤️ Also you captured anxiety so well i have never seen anything so accurate to it in my life but i relate to abby so hard even thou im nearing my 30's (which in turn also makes relate to olli too) but listen if anything happened to abby im Gonna kill everyone in this room then myself itsg i will be a puddle on the floor 😭 (/j ofc)

GOOHH THANK YOUUUU!!!!

glad u resonate with the whole anxiety part its comforting tbh lmfao it means im doin somethin right and dont worry Abby may have yet to go through Horrible experiences (well *more horrible) BUT HE DOESNT DIE just gets character development HA

[lobotomyladylives]

Thoughts on this album?

99% of my swiffer behavior is also confined to r*ddit (why are you guys making me admit this twice in one day) & it will remain that way for various reasons. I will say I have no idea why she made that snore of a song the lead single/paired it with such an aesthetically interesting video.

[rasticore]

Hazbin Redesigns are much better when they aren't done by weird haters out of spite and instead are by people who like and respect the original

[ratgingi]

i have never heard of harry warden till your reblogs just now and i'm immediately enamored. who is he if you want to say?

GRABS YOJ. he's a slasher from an old 1980s canadian movie called my bloody valentine

he was a guy who got left in the mines on valentines day bc the dudes who were supposed to be watching out for his safety bailed to go to a party ibstead and there was a cave in and he had to eat his fellow miners to survive and now he kills people on valentines day if they throw parties <3 im madly in love with him

[icarrymany]

oh my god i gotta decide on an actual irl name SOON ive been ross since 2019 but thats like. cool awesome nickname my friends call me not some boring ass birth name lol. i dont want my family to call me ross yknowww its just too personal

[bl33dingb33tl3]

Real shame no one tied me up with Christmas lights and stuffed my stocking this year.

On the note of holidays, what should i do for valentine's day?

[hobbinch]

I'll never get over how utterly mid the FOB we didnt stsrt the fire is. Storm Front is one of my favorite albums since I was a little kid. The original version of the song was how I learned so much US history (imagine being a dad and getting randomly asked "What's thalidomide?" by your 1st grader). I am so fucking autistic about that song. I could have helped make such a good new version of it but nobody fucking CALLED ME and now we get "ISIS, Lebron James, Shinzo Abe blown away" instead.

[tiercel]

NEED everyone to look at the anniversary gift boyfriend gave me. Im so fucking silly its unreal

[inkwardspots]

haha there's no way in hell im swearing allegience to charles

[so-writing]

i’m sorry i didn’t tell you earlier. With Barzy in a diner eating a grilled cheese 🫣🫣

-T

(sad/angst blurb weekend)

Sharp cheddar sandwiched between parmesan crusted sourdough bread: The Ol’ Reliable. 

It was your favorite sandwich in the world and it was sitting in front of you getting cold while you processed what Mat Barzal, your freshly minted fiance, was telling you. There was no way this was happening. Not now, not after everything had finally started to fall into place. 

“Baby,” he was smiling but it didn’t quite reach his eyes, “you still here with me?” 

Of course you were. You’d always be with Mat, no matter what the circumstances were, the two of you were a team. 

“Yeah, sorry, this is just a lot to take in.” 

“I know. I’m trying my best to accept the fact that it’s finally real. I knew it was coming but really living it is something entirely different.”

His last sentence brings your thoughts to complete halt, “you knew it was coming?”

Mat shrugs and pulls a fry off of your plate. He pops it in his mouth and pretends to enjoy it but you know better. It probably tastes like acid, or better yet, betrayal. 

“I did.”

“You didn’t tell me, why? I thought we were a team?”

“We are a team.”

“So why am I just finding out you’ve been traded to the fucking Kraken? Why am I just finding out you need to pack tonight and be on a plane in a few hours to Seattle? Why am I just fucking finding out you’re leaving when you knew you were leaving?!”

The sound of your voice is rising in tandem with the anger you’re feeling and you can’t stop yourself from lashing out at the server who simply came to check on how the food is.

“Tell me,” you practically spit at her, “how would you feel if that man that just proposed to you took a job on the other side of the country and didn’t tell you? Would that piss you off?” 

“Uh, I, uh,” she stutters but finds her footing after a few moments, “I wouldn’t love it.” 

“So you’d be upset, right?”

“Yes.” 

“Because this man is supposed to be the man you plan to spend the rest of your life with. How could he keep something so big from you?” 

The server had snuck away while you were ranting but you didn’t care. You weren’t focused on her. You were focused on the man across the table from you.

Mat’s regular order at the diner was gouda and pepperjack sandwiched between gluten free wheat and stuffed with jalapeno peppers: The Risk Taker. 

The irony didn’t escape you. 

Unlike your sandwich sitting cold on your plate, Mat was downing his like he hadn’t eaten in weeks and, despite the spice, loving every second of it. 

“Can you stop fucking eating that sandwich and talk to me?!” 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I didn’t think it was a done deal until I got the call.”

“When did you get the call?”

He’s sheepish and doesn’t make eye contact as he takes another bite of his sandwich, “three days ago.” 

You can’t believe it. You could’ve made so many plans in three days. In the hockey world, three days is a long time and you both know it. 

“We should get home,” you roll your eyes and ask the server for a box for your sandwich, because you’re definitely not wasting it, “we need to pack you up.” 

The car ride back to your shared apartment is silent and you glance at Mat a few times, noticing that he opens and closes his mouth to say something more than once. The two of you move in silence as Mat speaks to his agent on the phone and you pack his suitcase with the things he’ll need the most. 

You pack everything you feel is essential for him to take to his new home in Seattle and you don’t hesitate to pull the beautiful pear shaped diamond off your ring finger and drop it into his suitcase before closing the lid and zipping it up. 

“All done,” you shout out of the bedroom and he rushes in to grab the bag. He gives you a quick kiss and promises he’ll book you a flight out to Seattle as soon as he’s landed. 

Twelve hours pass before you get an email to confirm a flight to Seattle. You ignore it and wait. He’ll see the ring eventually. 

An hour later he calls and you don’t answer. He calls again and again and again. You don’t answer. Mat sends countless text messages and you don’t respond to any of them. 

He made his choice when he found out he was leaving and kept it from you. A few days pass and you finally decide to entertain his bullshit. The first thing you see is the last message he sent. 

It’s a picture of your ring sitting in his palm. No text is included. 

You slide your phone into your pocket and head out to grab a bite to eat at your favorite diner. The booth you and Mat always occupy is open and you seat yourself before picking up the menu, hellbent on ordering something new and out of your comfort zone. 

The waitress comes up and takes your drink order. You ask her what she recommends and she tells you what her favorite sandwich is. 

Sharp cheddar, swiss, provolone, sandwiched between texas toast filled with deep fried macaroni and cheese patties, cheddar cheese sauce and pulled pork: The Mistake.

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should I do more of these blurb weekends?