#another card let's gooooo

[ladyhavilliard]

mo dao zu shi tarot

wheel of fortune: good luck, karma, life cycles, destiny, a turning point

the tower | jiang cheng

death | wei wuxian

[sexcaliburs]

Dokkan's going swell :]

[suntoru]

─ ✰ STUPID CUPID!

─ SYNOPSIS: gojo's desperate to get something from you, his unoffical partner (you just don't know it yet!) on valentine's day. what a pathetic loser.

─ WARNINGS: swearing, gn! reader, pure fluff, not proofread, delulu gojo, valentine's special, high school au, 2.3k words

─ AUTHOR'S NOTE: guys IM SO SORRY FOR SPAM REPOSTING BUT LETS FUCKING GOOOOO TAGS WORK AGAIN!! i am a firm believer in loser loverboy gojo!! have some fluff to make up for the angst before c:

"c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!!! it has to be somewhere..." satoru hisses urgently, his desperation clearly palpable. his frustration mounts as he rummages through his locker, a chaotic cascade of seemingly endless cards spilling out.

pastel pinks and softly-laced letters, each one a potential hope dashed as he frantically sifts through them. with each piece he retrieves, his heart races a little faster, his anticipation building as he scans through the names written on each envelope. riku, hana, aoi, chiyo, akane, akari... yet no y/n?! where was yours? the absence of your name among the others sent a wave of panic coursing through him, his heart hammering in his chest as the pile dwindles. his stress starts to seep in as the pile of cards gets smaller and smaller, and the ones he did read get larger and larger. he bites his lip nervously, his fingers trembling as he searches desperately for even the faintest trace of your name.

surely, there had to be something, anything, to reassure him that you hadn't forgotten him on this special day. what if they really didn't?? had he not made his feelings clear enough? but... he was so sure he'd get one! even a sloppily written, coffee-stained, ripped piece of paper would do. he just wants to see your name, somewhere, anywhere, in this damn pile of pink.

his heart pounds in his chest as he reaches the bottom of the mound, his fingers trembling with a mixture of anticipation and dread. with bated breath, he picks up the last letter, his pulse quickening as he carefully peels back the edge.

emiko.

the name stares back at him mockingly, as if confirming you really hadn't given him one. with a heavy sigh, satoru lets the letter fall back into the pile, his shoulders slumping in defeat. even the plush teddy bear that someone had left in his locker seems to taunt him with its stitched smile, as if was purposefully picking a fight.

"wipe that smirk off your face," he mutters under his breath, his frustration bubbling to the surface. the though of sending it flying across the hall sounded pretty good right about now.

shoko's voice breaks through the silence as she and suguru enter the locker room, their curious gazes falling upon satoru's disheveled state. "wow, you got so many!" shoko exclaims, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the pile of chocolates and cards. she quickly crouches, snatching a few of her favourite in sight. gojo lets out a dramatic sigh, sulking with a pout on his lips. he hates valentine's day. how could he not get something from the love of his life? they're dating, y/n just don't know it yet. suguru cocks an eyebrow at satoru's crestfallen expression.

"what's the matter? didn't get one from y/n?" he questions, confusion etched onto his features. satoru lets out a dramatic groan, collapsing onto the floor in a mixture of frustration and despair.

"nooo... what if they're giving chocolates to someone else?"

he whines, the mere thought of you bestowing your affections upon another causing a pang of jealousy to stab at his heart. he rolls around, letting out a quiet sigh. he imagines you shyly offering your affections to another upperclassman, causing his lips to tug downwards. it should have been his card you held, his name on your lips, your heart he captured leaving you starstruck. but instead, he was left with empty hands.

"sugu... am i dying?" he mumbles, drawing puzzled glances from passersby who can't help but observe his melodramatic display. "it hurrrrttts.... my heart..." he pouts, folding his arms in a manner reminiscent of a petulant child. shoko rolls her eyes in exasperation.

"get up!! you're embarrassing yourself," she chides, playfully nudging him with her foot. ignoring her, he lets out whimpers of sadness, fully immersed in his theatrics. but then, as if a switch has been flipped, he catches sight of you approaching down the hallway. panic washes over him at the thought of you seeing him in such a pitiful state. with a sudden burst of determination, he straightens up, leaning casually against his locker with an air of nonchalance. adjusting his glasses slightly and parting his lips in what he hopes is an alluring manner, he prepares to present his best self to you. suguru and shoko exchange a deadpan look, silently acknowledging the absurdity of the situation.

"hey," he greets you with a dazzling smile as you draw near, as if he wasn't just have a crisis about you seconds ago. you return the gesture warmly, and he can't help but swoon over you. you're so cute. his eyes are immediately drawn to the bag you're carrying, its baby pink hue and intricate design make his heart race with anticipation. is it a valentine's gift for a special someone? perhaps there's still hope that you'll choose him after all!!! he subtly tries to peek at it's contents, but to his dismay, it's sealed shut.

"you got so many confessions!" you remark in awe, taking in the massive pile of gifts surrounding his locker. it's only ten in the morning, and yet the offerings seem to overflow, spilling into neighboring lockers and filling the air with a sweet, floral scent. the space is thoroughly decorated, as if a unicorn had burst in and left its magical touch behind.

"did you get one from anyone special?" you inquire, and he quickly shakes his head, inwardly congratulating himself for his loyalty to you. (yes, he's that delusional.) "nope... not from who i wanted, yet," he sighs dramatically, gazing into the distance with a hint of longing. suguru and shoko, observing the exchange from a distance, can barely contain their amusement, stifling snorts as they eavesdrop on your conversation.

"hey, are you planning to confess to anybody?" he asks casually, though his heart is racing with anticipation. he subtly fluffs his hair and fixes his ocean-blue gaze on you, trying to gauge your reaction.

"hm? oh... i am, actually!" you admit, your cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink as you attempt to conceal your embarrassment with a feigned cough. he resists the urge to scoop you up in his arms and pepper your face with kisses. nevertheless, his heart swells with hope, silently praying that the gift you're carrying might be intended for him.

"oh? and who to?" he feigns nonchalance, though every fiber of his being is hanging onto your every word, desperate for a hint of your true intentions. you look away, huffing softly, leaving him hanging on the edge of anticipation.

"it's a secret," you tease, sticking your tongue out before mentioning being late for your next class. with a quick goodbye, you slip away before he can protest. left alone once more, he slides down his locker, staring into the distance with a heavy heart. you... just left! does that mean the gift wasn't for him after all? his worst fears seem to be confirmed, and he feels the sting of disappointment threatening to overwhelm him.

someone else will get to make you blush, tenderly kiss your soft lips, and hold you close. but who could have possibly stolen your heart? he's the school's biggest heartthrob, after all. why couldn't he win over the only heart he truly desired? he's more handsome, smarter, and cooler than your crush, he convinces himself with a huff.

suguru slings his arm around his white-haired friend, giving him a playful noogie in an attempt to lift his spirits. "cheer up, 'toru. there are plenty of fish in the sea," he says, but satoru's mood only darkens further. he doesn't want anybody else; he only wants you. shoko sighs, rolling her eyes at the typical male cluelessness.

men.

as the day progresses, satoru slowly loses hope with each passing hour. he doesn't even have the energy to entertain the people who approach him, confessing their feelings with bowed heads. he smiles, accepts their gifts, and walks away, tossing them into his bag mindlessly.

he won't fall for any of them; not a single one truly understands him like you do. they only care because he's 6'3, and conventially stunning. but you? you go along with his silly antics, make him laugh until his stomach hurts, and only you can make him feel like he's floating on cloud nine. that's why he treasured having you as a genuine platonic friend... until his friends burst his bubble, insisting he was in love. it's only then that he realizes, oh shit, they're right.

the minutes trickle by, his anticipation dissipates, each passing class period making him lose hope that you'll ever confess. you're absent from his sight in every shared subject, from english to biochemistry, calculus to philosophy. with each missed encounter, his heart sinks a little lower, the disappointment weighing heavily upon him. when the clock finally strikes three fifteen, signaling the end of the school day, he finds himself trudging to his locker with leaden steps, the faint glimmer of hope dimming with each passing moment.

fingers trembling slightly, he slowly gathers his belongings, each movement drawn out as if in desperate anticipation of a surprise that never materializes. as he stands before his locker, the absence of your presence echoing loudly in the empty hallway, he can't help but wonder if you've already confessed your feelings to someone else.

in that moment, all he can do is hope—hope that whoever holds your affection will cherish you as deeply as he does, that they'll never bring tears to your eyes, and that they'll safeguard the innocent spark that ignited his own heart in the first place.

he plods homeward, shoulders slumped, his steps heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. each footfall echoes a somber rhythm as he idly kicks a rock, the dull thud punctuating his melancholy thoughts. cupid is so dumb. his heart, burdened with a gravity far surpassing the load of his overstuffed bag, threatens to pull him into an abyss of despair. oblivious to the world around him, he fixates on the ground, unaware to the approaching footsteps until a familiar voice pierces through the fog of his depression.

"satoru!"

startled, he lifts his gaze to find you, breathless and flushed, struggling to catch your breath as you call out to him. your cheeks glow with exertion, your chest rising and falling with each labored breath as you double over, hands braced on your knees. it takes several moments for you to regain your composure, during which he can only watch, concern etched deeply into his features.

"i've... huff been trying to call you for... the past ten minutes! why didn't... you pick up?" you exclaim, frustration evident in your voice as you finally manage to catch your breath. he fumbles for his phone, realization dawning as he sees the numerous missed calls from your number, his heart sinking with a pang of guilt for inadvertently ignoring your attempts to reach him.

"oh... sorry," he mumbles, embarrassment lacing his tone as he rubs the back of his head. "what are you doing here? how did your confession go?" his attempt at nonchalance rings hollow, the weight of his own unspoken feelings casting a shadow over his words.

"actually… i haven't confessed yet," you admit softly, your gaze flickering away from his as you reach into your bag. you hesitate for a second, but take a deep breath as you try to calm your pounding heart. intrigued, he watches as you withdraw a delicate baby blue bouquet of lilies, with it, attached a card, adorned with intricate bows. the sight warms his heart more than he cares to admit, the lilies adorning the card outshining even the most extravagant displays of affection he's received.

"i know you probably have countless girls vying for your attention, but i wanted to take a chance," you confess nervously, your words tumbling out in a rush, unable to make eye contact. "i hope you don't mind that i chose blue instead of pink. it just felt… more like you." your vulnerability touches him in a way he hadn't expected, a swell of emotions rising within him at the sincerity of your words.

"i like you. a lot. i like your laugh, it's so pretty. i love seeing you smile, i always wanna be here for you. ...will you be my valentine, 'toru?" your voice wavers with uncertainty as you await his response, but when he remains silent, you meet his gaze, searching for any hint of what he might be feeling. to your surprise, his cheeks flush a deeper shade of crimson, his hand instinctively rising to cover his mouth as he struggles to find the words.

you almost feel like you've permanently short-circuited him when he gently cups your cheeks, a smile brimming with innocence gracing his lips.

"i thought you'd never ask," he murmurs, his lips forming a playful pout. he's tantalizingly close to kissing you, but then he deliberately pulls away, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he revels in your slightly annoyed expression.

"what?" he huffs, his thumb tracing along your bottom lip teasingly. "you teased me the entire day; don't you think it's my turn?" you're on the verge of offering retorting when you feel the gentle pressure of his lips against yours, drawing you into a tender, unexpected kiss. your cheeks flush with the rush of being caught off guard; he always had a knack for keeping you on your toes. he tastes like coconuts and cream and everything sweet, and you can't help but sink into his embrace.

your valentine. you can't think of anything sweeter.

...even if he does tease you for your sappy letter later.

© SUNTORU 2024. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.

[littlelou22]

you’re my sunshine | joel miller x fem!reader

summary: you and joel are polar opposites. you are sunshine while he is cloudy. but you’re his sunshine and he doesn’t quite know how to handle that.

warnings: insecure!joel, undefined age gap (reader is in 20s, joel is canon age), judgy ass jackson people

word count: 2.5k

divider credit: @saradika

requested: yes by the lovely and inspiring @pedgeitopascal 🫶🏻 find it here

a/n: second fic, lets gooooo. requests are open, so drop one if you would like (i'm still new at this so i may not do all of them, just trying to get back into writing first)

The people of Jackson were stumped by the three newcomers. 

Well, more specifically, they were stumped by you.

They didn’t understand how someone like you came along with the man and the girl.

There was Ellie. Even though she is only fourteen, the girl was wise beyond her years. A young girl that possessed the vocabulary of a sailor. Rough around the edges. Strong willed, incredibly witty, and as sarcastic as one could possibly be. 

There was Joel. A man hardened by the cards that life seemed to have dealt him, emotionally stunted, and just plain grumpy. Borderline rude to the members of the community, apart from his brother and sister in law. Over cautious of each and every person in the community.

And then there was you.

A woman who embodies the word sunshine. An optimist. The type to always lend a hand whenever needed. Smiles constantly adoring your face. You can find good in any situation, even during the apocalypse.

So it came as a surprise when the community found out that you were dating the grumpy old man.

If someone had asked when you and Joel had gotten together, you wouldn’t know what to tell them. You don’t know how or when it happened, it just was. It had always been. 

The two of you met a few years prior. Tess insisted that they needed another partner, a younger woman to attract a different type of customer. At first, Joel didn’t care. If that’s what the girl would do, then that was that. But when Tess brought you home, it shifted for him. He couldn’t stand the thought of the men in the QZ doing business with someone as sweet as you. As pure as you.

So he looked out for you and in turn, you did the same. Quick hellos turned into small talk which turned into conversations. A pickup turned into a hangout which turned into you going to sleep in his bed every night. It just happened.

You were Joel’s and he was yours. It was simple.

Simple to you, at least. You loved him, it was obvious to anyone around you. You looked at him as if he was the center of the universe. You told him as much, as frequently as he would allow you to. It didn’t bother you too much that he never said it back. Regardless of the small and doubting voices in your head, you knew he felt the same. 

Joel, even after years with you by your side, still didn’t quite understand how someone like you could be with someone like him. How someone like him could deserve to be with someone like you. After everything he had done before you, everything he had done to protect you. 

But you were. And it isn’t that Joel is complaining, because he is not, he just doesn’t know what to do about it. How to act around you in public with the prying (and equally as confused as him) eyes.

Everywhere the two of you went, the eyes followed. The thoughts of the community consumed Joel’s mind. He knew what they thought of him, hell, what they thought about Ellie. And while he couldn’t stand how they viewed his surrogate daughter, he understood why they viewed him.

He wasn’t kind like you. He didn’t acclimate like how you did. He didn’t offer his skills to better the community. He avoided going to the movie nights unlike you, who embraced the chance to mingle with the community. 

Joel didn’t miss the way the people would shy away from you whenever he would approach. How their conversation would abruptly end with a forced goodbye, as if Joel was an intruder to his own relationship.

As the time went by, Joel began to doubt himself. How could someone like you want to be with him? With a past like his? He wasn’t worthy of your attention. Of your time. Of your love. 

Hell, Joel couldn’t even bring himself to tell you that he loved you. Even after all the years you’ve spent together. He did, he loved you more than he ever thought was possible after Sarah died. He just didn’t know how to tell you.

Joel wasn’t a man of words, he was a man of action. He showed you that he loved you. Whether it was fixing you your favorite tea in the morning or building bookshelves for the many books you’ve found on patrol, he showed his love through acts of service. 

But he was beginning to doubt that it was enough for you.

It started at the Tipsy Bison. Joel had promised to help Tommy repair one of the decks to a house. You weren’t much help with a task like this, to your dismay, so you had wandered off to town with the promise of meeting the brothers when they had finished for the night. 

Ellie opted to stay back at the house, feigning sickness. You could see right through her act but knew how the girl had been struggling since arriving in Jackson. How she had been struggling before the three of you even got here. So, in spite of Joel’s obvious displeasure, you granted her the solace that she was silently requesting.

You were sitting at the bar with a group of women, discussing the upcoming holiday and how the town would celebrate it, when the Miller brothers made their appearance in the establishment. 

And while your smile grew at the sight of your man, the women around you seemed to tense. As Joel approached you, the conversation faded into quiet murmurs.

“Hi babe,” you greeted as he stopped in front of your stool. You watched as his cheeks flushed at the pet name, the smile you wore only growing. “You and Tommy finish the deck?”

“Not yet,” Joel responded, hand rubbing at the back of his neck. He nodded to the women surrounding you, only receiving a tight lipped smile back in response. “Got too dark and Maria needed him home.”

“The girls and I were just talking about how we could convince Tommy to dress up as Santa for the kids this year. Wouldn’t that be sweet?” You were excited about the idea, evident by the happiness lighting up your face.

“The sweetest,” Joel replied, shifting foot to foot under the watchful eyes of the women around you.

As you filled Joel in on the other plans for the upcoming celebration, the three other women that you had been planning with watched the interaction. It was almost comical to Joel – he was labeled as the rude one, yet these women were looking back and forth between the two of you with obvious confusion. Suspicion towards Joel. And, if Joel was reading it right, one of them was wearing a shade of disgust. 

Joel knew he wasn’t the best type of person in the world but to be looked at with disgust seemed a bit too far for him.

“Joel?” Your voice startled him from his thoughts. You had slipped your coat on before beginning to rise from the barstool you had been perched upon. “You ready to get back home? I want to make sure Ellie is okay.”

With a smile and a wave, you bid the ladies a goodbye before turning to your boyfriend. You watched as he forced a nod at them before he began to make his way towards the exit. Falling into step with him, you slip your hand into his coat pocket, lacing your fingers along his with a squeeze. Eyes on his face as you watch him let out a shuddering breath, shoulders tensing even more than they usually were.

You may be an optimist that sees the best in not only every person that you encounter but in the world as well, even if it is a fucked up mess thanks to the cordyceps. You may be a cheerful person with a smile on your face more often than not, even in the face of danger. But you weren’t stupid.

And you certainly weren’t blind.

You saw how the people in Jackson treated Joel. How they looked down upon him. He may not be totally involved in the community, but he helped where he could and when he could. The people of this town operated on favors, but it was hard to fulfill one for someone when you were on patrol as much as Joel was.

Everyone took rotations, yourself included. But Joel took it a step further. Maybe it was his incessant need to protect Ellie and yourself, maybe it was his nature. Or maybe it was just what he thought he could best provide to the community for. Joel was outside the wall more than he was inside of it, patrolling new and old areas alike to ensure the community’s safety. Going on what seemed like endless supply runs to restock any medication, materials, and other things that anyone could potentially even need.

Not only did you see everything Joel did for the community, even if they couldn’t share that view, but you saw how Joel treated Ellie. How he treated you.

How he wasn’t good with words or how he didn’t know how to show affection. But you knew, regardless of if he put it into words, how much he loved his two girls.

You knew he loved the two of you through the surprises he would bring back from patrol for the two of you. Whether it was a book you had mentioned liking in your childhood or hunting down every last remaining can of Chef Boyardee for Ellie, he showed you. Whether it was the old guitar he had traded to get for Ellie on her birthday or the singular flower he would pick for you ‘just because’, he showed you.

But regardless of the bountiful thanks you both had given him, you can see the doubt pooling in his eyes. The disappointment eating away at him at the thought of not being able to give the two of you more. The constant guilt of his past actions. You knew what he thought of himself and you knew that he didn’t think he could ever deserve you.

You just didn’t share that opinion.

So when you hear the women you were previously conversing with snickering about your boyfriend as you walk towards the exit, something snapped within you.

Slipping your hand from his, you practically march your way back to the women, leaving a perplexed Joel behind, watching from the door of the restaurant. Watching as your hand smacks onto the bar top in front of them, leaning over to sneer at each of them. You didn’t get like this often, preferring kindness, but when you did, Joel couldn’t help but gawk at you.

“You may think you know him,” your voice is as cold as your glare. “But you couldn’t even begin to understand the type of person that Joel is. Might I remind you that none of you have been on the other side of that wall, so you truly have no idea what he does every damn day to make sure that you can sit here on your asses and gossip like small town bitches.”

The women before you go silent, jaws dropping at your words. They hadn’t expected someone like you to snap. But the people of Jackson, especially those that were not on patrol rotation, had no idea what it was like on the outside. You had to do what you had to do, regardless of your sunny disposition. Just because you were usually radiating positivity didn’t mean you wouldn’t bite back when necessary.

You take their lack of a response as an answer. “Next time you want to judge someone based on their first impression, maybe try to understand what they’ve been through to get to this point first. If you went through even a fraction of the shit that the three of us went through to get here, you’d actually think before you spoke.”

“That’s not what we meant–”

“Then what did you mean by the constant glares? The whispering when you think no one can hear you? Running away the second you see him?” You raise your eyebrows at them, challenging them to respond. “Please tell me what you meant, I’m sure you had a great reason.”

Their mouths opened and closed, searching for the words but found none. Still in shock over your outburst.

“That’s what I thought. Let’s keep this from happening again, yeah?” With that, you turn and head towards the door. As you pass Joel, you grab his hand and tug him outside. Once outside, you take a deep breath of fresh air, halting in your steps in effort to calm down your racing thoughts.

“W-What was that?” He asks, equally as stunned as the women that got told off by you.

You shrug. “I don’t like the way they talk about you. Or about Ellie.”

Joel shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest as he stands in front of you. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” you answer simply. “I know how it affects you. How you think about yourself as is. They only make it worse and that’s not okay with me.”

“You can’t blame them,” Joel sighs, rubbing his gloved hand down his face. “They aren’t wrong.”

“They are wrong, baby,” you tug his hands from his face, replacing them with your own by cupping his cheeks. “You have no idea how far from the truth they are, how far you are.”

You thumb his cheeks, a small smile playing on your lips as you think about him. “I know you don’t view yourself in the brightest light, Joel, but you are everything to me. You and Ellie are the best things in my life, I wouldn’t trade the two of you for anything in the world. I would do anything, say anything to make sure that you know how much you mean to me.”

His eyes are glassy as his hands slowly make their way to your wrists, swallowing hard at your words. You know he struggles to hear it, to hear any sort of praise that would go against his thoughts.

“You’re a man of action, not a man of words,” you whisper. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

Leaning up on your tiptoes, you press your lips to his. Joel stiffens, not used to the public display of attention. You hold firm, sliding your hands off his cheeks to wrap around his neck in an effort to pull him closer to you. After a moment, you feel him relax, hands shifting to your hips as he molds his lips against yours.

The two of you stay entangled in each other for a few more moments, lips dancing with one other. With one last peck, Joel pulls back, eyes shining as he takes your swollen lips and flushed skin. He looks at you in wonder, thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

“I love you too,” Joel whispers. “My sunshine.”

And for the first time in a long time, the smile on your face is mirrored on his.

[harrywavycurly]

Okay this is gonna sound wild but hear me out 😂 what if the reader is pregnant and she’s dating Steddie? And they just pick not to know who the father is because it doesn’t matter and they are like one big happy family?😩🫠

Hiii babes!! So…idk why this is sending me on a spiral and now all I’m imagining is you sending Steve and Eddie on craving runs making them split up and go to two different places because of course you want hot Cheetos and a milkshake 😂🙈 so to make you happy while I think of scenarios to write about for this, please enjoy some conversations between the 3 of them😂💖

-In my mind Steve and Eddie love each other but like they do work each others nerves and the bickering is on another level also idk why but the baby is a boy lol✨

- find all things Dad Steddie here

*Dad Steddie wasn’t on my 2022 bingo card but here we are so let’s gooooo*

“I got this thing that you strap to your chest and just carry them around.” “And who the fuck is going to be the one carrying our son around hmmm? Certainly not you Harrington.” “Why not? I have the shoulders for it.” “You have the shoulders for it? What do shoulders have to do with carrying a baby on your chest?” “The straps go over the shoulders Munson and you’re about as bulky as a string bean so yeah I’m gonna be the one carrying him around.” “I could carry him around too?” “Of course baby…you’re the only other qualified one in this house to carry our son around.” “Fuck off Harrington…but yeah princess you can carry him around all you want…you’ve got the shoulders for it.” “You’re so fucking annoying Munson.”

“Jesus fucking Christ! Baby! What are you doing up there?” “Up here? It’s a step stool Eddie…I was looking for more animal crackers I can’t find them.” “What the hell is going on? Munson I leave you alone for five minutes and I come back and she’s on the ladder? Baby…please get down.” “Don’t look at me Harrington I walked in and she was up there.” “It’s a step stool it has one step on it and you two weren’t here and I need my animal crackers or…I really think I might start crying.” “Sweetheart there’s some in the living room in the cookie jar on the coffee table.” “Steve…don’t you think I’ve looked there? It’s empty.” “Empty? How?….Eddie did you not refill it last night like I asked?” “You didn’t ask me to do shit Harrington besides lock the front door and to grab you a bottle of water.” “Oh god…I think…I think we are out.” “What? No damn way she went through both family sized bags in a week Steve…there’s no way.” “We don’t have any?…” “Don’t cry baby I’ll go get some okay? Eddie will stay here and rub your feet or cuddle while I run to the store.”

“No way is our son wearing that Eddie.” “You just wouldn’t know cool if it came up and bit you on the ass Steve…he’s totally wearing this one day.” “Is that a little leather jacket?” “Cute isn’t it baby? Steve here said he didn’t want our son wearing it.” “It’s so tiny…” “great now she’s crying…way to go Munson.” “You know how she gets with baby clothes…remember when Robin gave us those little overalls and she cried for an hour with them in her hand?” “I don’t know Eddie I have a feeling this is going to be longer than an hour…” “he’s going to look so cute in his tiny little leather jacket…he’s gonna match his dad...” “Oh yeah..way longer than an hour…I might’ve fucked up…” “stop laughing at me Steve I can’t help it…” “sorry baby you’re just so damn cute.”

[broodingheroine]

tmagp 9 thoughts

rolling with it........ idk transportation? hair rollers? I'm bad at guessing

pen scribbles :3

ONBOARDING PAPERWORK....... SAM STOP FILLING IT OUT WHAT ARE YOU DOING

refuse to give "it" the satisfaction of giving up. sam don't give it sentience.

IF ITS DELIBERATELY WEIRD DONT FILL IT OUT

negative emotions. no stop.

why zero to seven.

JUST WHY????

okay they're flirting now. not in front of my salad.

sam humming to himself lol

CHESTER

MAGNUS WHAT??????????????? STOP

"STATEMENT" FUCK OFFFFFF

artifact storage moment

haunted game sounds interesting though.

oooooo wait the dice are haunted........

it's giving the card game with death episode of tma

divination dice 👀

SCARS?

turning gambling into a horror story is so creative though.

nah I'd probably roll the dice to be honest with you

oh this dude was on the way to Becoming huh

oh this is definitely like the Death episode of tma

oh fuck not the snake eyes

lol end of that one final destination movie

INTERRUPTION?

DECLARED DEAD??????

first assignment

"I don't watch television" lena ur so hot

hm tv ppl.

TEDDY!!!

back in the crypt lmao

alice jealous moment???

teddy u sneak I love u

alice the lady doth protest too much

BIG FOOTS A GOOD LAY HAHAHAHA

NO. NO DO NOT GO. DO. NOT. GO.

SAM. SAMMMM NOOOOOO.

YOU HEARD A CASE FILE ABT A GUY GETTING HIS EYES PRESUMABLY RIPPED OUT AT THIS PLACE AND I DECIDE YEAHHHHH LETS FUCKING GOO[?????

alice. alice uve been adamantly against any kind of investigation this whole time and now ur just like. sure whatever??

I'm so stressed right now.

I have a bad feeling about allll of this.

so the mention of some big name TV guy is very reminiscent of web statements so I'm a little wary of that

I'm assuming that lena is blackmailing ppl? can't really think of a reason why some tv guy would actually be involved with anything Horrors related considering he'd be in the public eye pretty frequently.

unless he is and it's the guy who burned the hilltop charity shop down and the envelope is another job? but I doubt that

presumably lena is the one handing out "hits" now vs being handed them. maybe "killing" klaus is what got her the position?

I'm lowkey nervous abt teddy reappearing? what if it's true that you can quit but you always get drawn back? teddy is seemingly the only ex employee anyone has any contact with soooo

I LOVED the case file today. dice are cool as shit. wish I could remember the episode title of the tma ep with the card game to become death but alas.

also hey! even more evidence that fr3-d1 is listening instead of just recording. computer has sentience let's gooooo.

I don't want sam to go to the institute but also I really hope next ep we get to see the institute.

sam filling out the paperwork presumably for no reason 🤨 he's being compelled 🤨

overall I'm STRESSED right now

how are we doing folks

[hikennosabo]

#tristampparty day 7, episode 7: wolfwood

this is another episode i've watched multiple times, but mostly just the first half for Livio Reasons. once again... LET'S GOOOOO

i've seen ppl say this is razlo at the start of the episode... i wonder... he is more razlo-like in his movements, and he starts yelling a lot... but his expressions are still livio-like, i think... i mean he is more expressive BUT he's not grinning like razlo usually does? sigh... see the problem is that we ALSO have a level of EoM brainwashing (and whatever the fuck else is going on) on top of everything which throws a wrench in trying to figure things out. I Just Wanna See My Boy.

i love vash holding his gun backwards and using it as a bludgeon and i love going frame by frame to get cool screencaps like this 💖

wolfwood vial count: 4

at the very least, by the time of this next scene, it's definitely livio and not razlo because he's mumbling about "catching up" again which is a livio thing

when i saw the corresponding manga panel for this my brain neurons activated so hard LOL i wonder even more how orange will adapt razlo... since originally livio was trying to catch up with razlo. which i love and think is super interesting. so what is orange planning? ...is livio even aware razlo exists at this point...?

oh also livio looks a bit older here. which once again has me wondering about the timeline. the way the experiments were presented with rollo and nicholas, it looked like they were just on that table forever. as in there were no breaks in between. so... when is this? how long is it between livio volunteering himself for EoM and the experiments on him taking place?

i think it's cute that nico bumps into him :(

let's take ibuprofen together

i wonder who these people are... i thought they might be the EoM soldiers that razlo killed, but those aren't EoM uniforms... it looks like the prison uniform wolfwood was wearing... wolfwood tried to run away, so it makes sense that he wouldn't be the only one, although the phrasing "stand in our way" more implies they tried to stop the operation altogether. but... hmm... they just had regular goons as guards at the time of wolfwood's escape attempt. livio is special... would they really give him a job like guard duty?

CHAPEL JUMPSCARE

razlo sweetiepie there you are!!! mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah

HE'S SUCH A FUCKING DRAMA QUEEN HE'S SO FUNNY

since zazie is the one talking, our attention is drawn to them, so i'm glad i paused on this because the fact that legato is also looking up at wolfwood and smirking is so funny to me. EYES ON THE ROAD BESTIE!!!!

this line is always so funny to me. shonen protagonist ass

i love the scene of vash at the spaceship controls, the animation when he's working the keyboard is so smooth. hmmm, it also reminds me of wolfwood's introduction episode in 98... serves the same narrative purpose of Vash Knowing Things He Shouldn't about spaceships

i love that wolfwood thinks shooting the base of the cannon will do anything. like that's the first thing he tries. shoot first ask questions later i guess

going frame by frame on scenes of legato because i'm unwell... his eyebrows are surprisingly thick! and his eye color is grey... it was gold in 98... oh, i just noticed his eyelashes are light blue!! cute!!

i just think this is a handsome angle for him. his facial features are so pretty and delicate

this is why he buckled his seatbelt :)

... i need to stop posting legato pictures

no because what the hell is this

wolfwood vial count: 5

episode 5 had me asking about the wind... legato asks zazie if they were the one who caused the sandstorm (which they deny)... could it be... is it possible...?

my dumb ass watching this for the first time: damn it's so sad that livio is dead and now they're even gonna use his corpse for nefarious purposes :(

vash's plant markings are so pretty fr <3 orange was big brained for this too

everyone always points out the episode title card being a gut punch but THIS was an unexpected one:

this is how wolfwood is credited this episode and because i'm insane i immediately had to go back and check - this is also how he's credited in episodes 5 and 6: as "nicholas d. wolfwood/nicholas the punisher". in episode 4, he's only listed as "nicholas d. wolfwood". haha ouch!

this post ended up being a little less substantial than expected LOL but we'll soon be getting into the episodes that really give me psychic damage so :^) looking forward to it!!

[verdemoun]

Who in the gang would love musicals and which musicals would they love and would any of them fight over character interpretations (looking at Dutch)

Thank you I fucking love musicals let's gooooo

The 1899 gang get way too emotionally invested in Rent. What You Own is still Lenny and Sean's default karaoke song. They are relentless Mark x Roger shippers.

Arthur only needs to hear the start of Without You to take a sharp, violent breath, because it's not fair that he died alone but he thinks he's selfish for wanting the comfort of someone else being there in his final moments.

When he found out that Rent was based on La bohème, which is an opera based on characters fearing tuberculosis instead of AIDS, he similarly took a sharp breath and went silent for several hours processing this.

If the boys are sulking more than usual, Hosea will play La Vie Bohème as loud as possible and they will quickly drag themselves out of their rooms to sing along. With none of them being musically inclined (or at least Sean not willing to play jawharp to a crowd) musicals replace campfire songs for a good many years.

Lenny would adore musicals he is a theatre bug in another lifetime he would have been Hosea's to-go on cons because he adores the artistry of a good performance. His absolute favorite is The Wizard Of Oz though. No matter how many times he's seen it or has forced the person he is watching it with to see it he will still interrupt to talk about the connections between Oz and gay culture, lore behind how the film was made, fan theories and so on.

When Sean got him tickets to Hamilton OBC in 2016, Lenny ascended to a higher plain and cards were off the table absolutely anything Sean wanted he got for a good few months before they went to see it.

Arthur and Charles watch Cats when they're drunk. But only the 1998 film version both were very disgruntled elder gays at the local premiere of the 2019 version. When they accidentally adopt a stray cat they feel obligated to name it Mr Mistoffelees. They have a running joke of calling Sean Mangojerrie (get it, because mangoes and gingers and Mungojerrie).

Javier gatekeeping In The Heights because he can't stand people pronouncing the spanish lyrics wrong.

Dutch loves Jekyll and Hyde partly because he read the novella when it first came out. He has rancid takes like thinking the explicit motive for Jekyll creating the potion was necessary because despite being a very well-read and articulate queer man who grew up in the era the original novel was set in he still has the narrative comprehension and literary analysis skills of a walnut. Also believes Hyde did nothing wrong because murder is only bad when people he doesn't like do it.

Bill in his little trailer pulling the black-out blinds down barricading the door sitting on the bed with his five dogs watching Phantom Of The Opera because he actually loves romance. Love Never Dies, Waitress, Dogfight, Hadestown all the big romantic dramas of theatre he has dodgy bootleg recordings of the original performances. Got into a fight with Dutch on twitter over Heathers (neither used their actual names in their handle they have no idea).

Dutch would defend Dear Evan Hansen no one knows how or why he saw it but he did and he thinks Evan did nothing wrong.

[elsiebrayisgay]

I saw your post about Ahamkara; what's your favorite Ahamkara lore (if you don't mind me asking)?

formal request to go on at length about a special interest let's gooooo (it is always okay)

i am going to choose to answer this in two parts, first my favorite ahamkara story and then my favorite ahamkara tidbit.

i mentioned tallulah fairwind in the post because she's the guardian i always think of first for having been killed by ahamkara. if you are not aware, tallulah was the founding (kinda) hunter vanguard, alongside saint and osiris. she had to be kind of cajoled into it by the speaker at the time, and this is the origin of the vanguard dare. when the speaker told her that it would certainly be very difficult to wrangle all the hunters and fit meetings into her busy schedule of missions, she had to prove him wrong.

i had previously thought for some reason that her death happened during the great hunt, but in rechecking sources to write this, i didn't actually find a specific time when her death took place. i had thought that the events leading up to her death were part of the great hunt, but perhaps her death was a catalyst.

in any case, at some point, she was playing cards with some guy and her friend, caliban-8, was dealing. during the game, the two guardians realized that this rando was in fact a wish-dragon, and the stakes got significantly more dire. eventually, back against a wall, tallulah bet her life against the dragon, and caliban dealt her a losing hand. this was another moment where the tradition of the vanguard dare was perpetuated: in the moments before her death, tallulah gave caliban her weapon and as he pleaded with her not to leave him her post, she said, "a dare's a dare, man." it is implied at this point that she was literally just eaten in a single bite by this dragon. i really enjoy this story because i think it characterizes some old hunters very well and i think the archetypal hunter bravado and joviality plays EXTREMELY well when they're stuck in tragedy partially of their own making but from which they cannot escape. if i remember correctly caliban also had a silly poker visor on because the card game was conjured up by wish-magic. i just love the touches that ahamkara put on things that show that they know how humans operate but at the same time display flagrant disregard for human feeling or sensibility.

my favorite ahamkara factoid is that the keep of voices is built from all of those huge amethyst geodes because amethyst, for whatever reason, will always reflect an ahamkara's true reflection (as a dragon) rather than whatever shape they have taken by magic. the keep of voices was built this way specifically to keep riven in so that anyone approaching could see her for what she was. i think the implication here is also that amethyst is extremely distasteful to ahamkara for this reason, i can imagine an ahamkara seeing their reflection and hissing and looking away.

i'm really interested in this because to my knowledge, the entirety of the dreaming city, terraforming and all, was created by riven through wish magic. i wonder whether queen mara had to wish for all of the amethyst, too, and what it was like for riven to grant that wish, if she did. i also just love reciting this fact when i'm teaching LW and bringing folks up to kalli & the wish wall.

(as a disclaimer, at least 50% of what i know about ahamkara, if not more, was learned watching cameron lauder on talking simulator and all i did to write this post was check a couple of sources on the wiki to ensure i wasn't entirely wrong.)

[lilcupio]

AroAce Playlist of songs in Spanish

Clarification: I know that these songs were not created to be aroace, but this is MY OWN PERSONAL INTERPRETATION, MINE, FROM ME AND ONLY ME.

And yes, I am a hopeless romantic (and cupioromantic), so my AroAce experience is somewhat pessimistic??? ig

Let's go with the playlist:

The arromantic song par excellence. Simple and direct.

1.- Abducida por formar una pareja | TRONCO.

"When I think of the way you talk

Of Menorca, of the weather and of your cat,

I imagine I make you a proposal

And I ask you if you'd like to be my boyfriend.

But no, because I don't want boyfriends

Or girlfriends or anything else susceptible.

To be lied to, to be convinced.

To be abducted to form a couple"

2.- Enamorado tuyo | El Cuarteto de Nos.

Ah~ the endless debate about what the true meaning of this song is. Some say it's a love song, others say it's about denial. The good thing about ambiguous meaning is that you can play with the words as you wish, and for me, this song is lit me.

"If you think that I feel love

Please don't make regret

Don't comment with your people

About our affair.

Hardly anyone ever says

That I'm in love with you"

3.- Desechable | Mon Laferte.

The lyrics of this song reflect an internal struggle. When I first discovered my arromanticism, it was hard for me to accept it. I wanted so badly to experience falling in love and being loved differently, I wanted to be and have that special person in my life. If I can't be special to someone else, then I will always be one of the crowd.

"I'm just one more, just a maybe

Something disposable, expendable.

I'm just another number, just another piece.

I am irremediable, invisible.

Behind my shield there is skin.

Behind the bitter there is honey.

You will see that there is light behind the black shadow"

4.- Primavera | El Cuarteto de Nos.

An Aro Allosexual song, LET'S GOOOOO

The story is simple, a man thinks he's in love, but realizes he's just horny. I especially love the spring metaphor; I like how it tries to hide the horniness under a layer of romanticism and fake poetry.

"It's summer and I'm hot, but I thought it was

Because of my sudden outbreak of love, in the middle of spring.

Your laughter, in my distraction, made me think it was spring.

Your laughter, in my distraction, made me think it was spring.

It's autumn but deep inside, I still think it was

For the fact that I'm horny, full springtime.

Your laughter, in my distraction, make me think it's spring.

Your laughter, in my distraction, made me think it was spring"

5.- Bailando solo | Los Bunkers.

Yep, a song that talks about loneliness, I have nothing more to say.

"Dancing alone in the dark

You'll get used to it

To watching all of life go by.

Like a promise at dusk,

You can dissolve

On the edge of a crystal glass.

Now that you're here

And the future hides from you

You've already scratched the floor

And the walls of your room"

6.- Paramar | Los Prisioneros.

The lyrics suggest that to love requires a series of sacrifices that distort the essence of the person. There is nothing more arromantic than feeling uncomfortable in a relationship, that you are not really being yourself, you are only forcing to act as society says you should.

"Love, love, where did I hear that word before?

I redid my schedule for you

And buy more calendars.

Passed me a 3 dimensional video,

With a happy ending.

I tried to inject myself with my old optimism,

But that one that turned out

Was still me, ready to love.

I never thought that just this winter, Would be the coldest I've ever seen.

I'm no good for love"

7.- Sexo | Los Prisioneros.

This song is a critique of the hypersexualization of society and the use of sex to get the attention of the masses. It also talks about the pressure to be sexually active and how sex is needed in order to be an “adult”. Pretty ace to me.

"There's nothing to blush about,

It's everywhere, you see.

Now virginity

Is a medieval thing.

It's your maturity card,

Your passport to adulthood.

She is not a woman to love

But an enemy to be subdued"

8.- Estar solo | Los Prisioneros.

Can you tell I love Los Prisioneros? They are one of the most important Latin rock bands for a reason.

I remember being 17 years old, going to school and seeing my friends with their boyfriends, coming home and watching my parents kissing, turning on the TV and find a romantic movie. In those days, when I was not in my best mood, all I could do was lock myself in my room and listen to this song with swollen eyes. This song represents the ultimate expression of my internalized aphobia. Although I have now accepted my identity and sexuality, this remains one of the songs I have identified with the most in my life.

"Something that is always there.

Something that is neither lie nor truth.

Bad habits, bad destiny.

A single path

That I can never deny.

There's something wrong inside of me

A kind of program with an error,

A tendency, a demand.

Many differences

That I can never deny.

To be alone.

To be alone.

The months go by, the years come together

And everything doesn't matter.

The fantasies, the movie scenes,

Have a bad ending.

I'm fine I feel fine

But this is too big a planet to be alone.

To be alone.

To be alone.

I'm fine I feel fine

But it's too big a planet to be alone.

To be alone... there's something wrong inside of me.

To be alone... something that's neither true nor false.

To be alone... bad habits, bad destiny."

PD: I'm sorry if there is a bad translation or some parts are difficult to understand :c

[deans-baby-momma]

Law & Love Chapter 24

A/N: One more chapter to gooooo.......I promise to get it done and posted as soon as I can. <3

I'm awakened by the sound of keys in the lock of the front door.  I look at the clock over the TV and see it's almost two in the morning.

I must have fallen asleep on the couch because before I can fully wake up, the front door opens and porch light bleeds into the room. For half a second, I'm taken back to when my home was vandalized by Joey, the man who had become infatuated with me to the point of almost killing me. But I knew he was incarcerated and that knowledge snaps me out of my surprised trance .

Beau steps in and turns to shut the door and I let out the breath I was unaware I was even holding. The newly appointed assistant police chief takes his Stetson off, hanging it on the hook beside the door, one I'd installed specifically for him. I’d wanted him to feel welcomed and at home in my- our- house and proceeds to pull his boots off.

When he turns, he stops and looks at me wide-eyed.

"Darlin', you didn't have to wait up," he says in that Texas drawl that I've come to love. I find it sexy and titillating. 

I smile at him and clear my throat. "I didn't. I apparently fell asleep on the couch."

"Oh. Well, let's go to bed and you can go back to sleep."

I stand up and saunter over to him, running my hands up his button-down. "Oh, we're going to bed all right-" I say and then tiptoe to whisper against his lips. "- but we ain't gonna be sleeping."

I lead Beau by the hand toward the back of the house, where our bedroom is located. I pray he doesn’t notice the slight tremble or the sweat on my palms. It is a mystery to me why I am so nervous; this is what I’ve wanted for months! It is finally happening so why am I on edge?

Maybe because I’m anxious and eager to finally be able to be with Beau in this sense. All those weeks we lived together in his camper while the investigation into my stalker took place, we shared a bed and a number of caresses and kisses, but it never got to this point. We never had sex - never connected in such an intimate way, despite my wanting to 

But now, with my stalker and his accomplice behind bars - Beau back in Helena, living with me in my house, we were finally going to take that step; we were once and for all going to fuck. 

As soon as we step into the bedroom, I turn to him and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his head down to kiss him. His arms go around my waist and tugs my body against his. His hands begin exploring, mine doing the same, going up and carding my fingers through the luscious locks atop his head. 

Before long, we’ve moved on to disrobing one another and next thing I know, I’m standing in front of the assistant police chief of Helena in nothing but a pair of panties and he is down to his boxers - which do nothing to hide what he’s been packing under those layers.

I reach out and cup my palm over the tenting fabric, but before I can get a good idea of just what he has to work with,  Beau pulls my hand away and nudges me backward.

Beau carefully lays me back on the bed, my head hitting the pillow as he crawls onto the mattress and hovers over me, his arms holding him off of me. Our eyes stay locked on one another’s as he leans in and captures my lips in a kiss.

I lose all train of thought as I surrender to him; his kisses fry my brain synapses. 

Beau kisses across my cheek and over my jaw, trailing down my neck and chest until he finds my breast and kisses the bare skin around my nipple.  His tongue traced around the stiff peak before his lips wrapped around it and suckled.

My hand went to his head, fingers tangling in this hair, a small moan leaving my lips.

Giving both my breasts the same amount of attention, Beau smiles as he begins his descent down my body, our eyes never leaving the others.

He kisses along the hem of my panties before slipping the garment over my hips and down my legs. 

Beau kneels between my ankles, reverently studying my body from head to toe. I do the same and can't help but stare at the bulge in his boxers, ‘has it gotten even bigger?’ I wondered. 

"See something you like?" Beau whispers and he trails his fingers up and down my leg. "Are you sure you want this? We can stop if you're feeling…"

"No, don't stop. Please," I beg, smiling at him. "I don't want to stop. I want you."

Beau crawls backwards off the bed and drops his boxers before climbing back on the bed and places himself between my legs.  Our eyes meet as he positions his tip at my entrance and slowly pushes in. 

The stretch is intense as my body accepts him. He is so much  broader than Cordell was but he is just as deep as the Texas Ranger got. 

Once he is fully sheathed, he stops and leans down, kissing me passionately. After making sure I was okay, Beau began rolling his hips, pulling out and pushing back in. I was in absolute ecstasy. The way he filled me up was impeccable. 

I wrap my arms around his back and hold on to the muscles there, feeling them contract and relax with each thrust. I can tell he is holding back and as much as I love the slow, steady rhythm he has going on, I need more. 

“Beau babe,” I pant, my breath shallow. “As much as I’m enjoying this, I need you to fuck me like you mean it.”

“Are you sure?” he pulls back and looks down at me. When I nod, he smiles and answers, “Okay.”

His thrusts begin to go even deeper and harder as I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles together behind his back. I use the leverage to pull myself up against him, pushing up as he pushes in, creating a mixture of pain and pleasure. 

I can feel the coil in my lower abdomen tighten and as Beau’s teeth scrape over that sensitive spot behind my ear, I lose it and my body spasms as my vision goes black.

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[jarondont]

Live (sorta) reaction to episode 1 and 2 of PJO

SPOILER ALERT

Episode 1

HE SAID THE LINEEEEEEEE

MYTHOMAGIC CARDS?!?!

Lol "shoving her into the nearest dumpster" and the grin afterwards

Yaaaaaaaa buddy it's Riptide

DANG Ms. Dodds's transformation was smooth

UNCLE RICK IS THAT YOU

Grover you did not just do that to him 😭 please you're his only friend

um what happened to the fates

THE BLUE FOOD

DI ANGELO'S SANDWICH?!?!

Omg the fact that Sally was crying before Percy woke up. Someone give them both a big hug

"You fell in love with God? Like- like- like, Jesus?" he's so Percy I can't

"Maybe something is seriously broken" PERCY PLEASE WE LOVE YOU

"Grover, why is there half a goat in your pants?" lol

Sally telling Grover to protect Percy I'm going to cry

I AM SOBBING. Sally's little speech omg "you are not broken"

NO SALLYYYYY I knew this was coming and still was NOT prepared

Brooooooooo the Minotaur fight scene was epic

ANNABETH MY GIRL

Episode 2

SHE SAID THE LINEEEEEEEEEEE

Percy looks so sad :(((

"PeTEr JOhnSoN IS HeRe" I'm dyingggg

"Your Highness" lol

"son" I'm loving this convo

"You're a horse" XD

GROVER IS PRECIOUS AHHH

"Even now, he still wants nothing to do with me. What am I even doing here? There's no place for me here" STOP.

Lukeeeee

What the frick- is that Juniper?!?! OMG THE COUNCIL OF CLOVEN ELDERS?!?!?!

"No one is gonna tell him anything" pjo in a nutshell

Yo it's Clarisseeeee

Luke is so nice to Percy. This is gonna hurt

"You can't force the gods to do anything" WATCH HIM

"Is there a Greek god of disappointment? Maybe someone should ask him if he's missing a kid" Percy my boy please we love you. I said it before and I'll say it again.

"They like the smell of BEGGING" facts

AHHHHHH HE'S PRAYING TO HIS MOM WITH BLUE FOOD I CAN'T (I mean she's better than like all the gods combined so justified)

"I've made some friends here" TALKING ABOUT LUKE- Percy just you wait :(

"He doesn't get to ignore you" #mama's boy (we love him for that though)

SUPREME LORD OF THE BATHROOM, BABY!!!

THE PERCY AND ANNABETH CONVO I'M DYING I'M DEAD

"She's my little sister" :(((((((((((((((((

So I was pronouncing Thalia's name correctly

"Not you, sunshine" EEEEEEEEEEE

Lol Percy and Annabeth are so passive-aggressive towards each other I love it

THE FLOSSING I CAN'T

THE CLAIMING SCENE THAT WAS AWESOME

"I am Sally Jackson's son" LET'S FREAKING GOOOOO

Anyways this was AWESOME and now I gotta wait another week :(

[candyn-gutz]

!!!!! Another kyusaku fan hi. Hello!!!<-they were my favorote and I miss them and they're definitely gonna come back<-dekusional.

FINALLY. LETS GOOOOO !!!! i love them so much they were so silly goofy i miss themmmm

trust they're gonna come back one of these days. i believe in them.

also this was the first ever card i got when i used to play totl so im very attached to it. and kyusaku.

[thehistoriangirl]

Wip sunday because why not (?)

I wanted to post these as part of my thank-you card for another milestone, but I didn’t know when to post about them lel, and I still don’t, but I’ve finished plotting them, so I’m excited, alright? And even when I should wait until I complete my ongoings ones, we know that my toxic trait will win, and I’m going to start posting them some time this month I think 

Anyway--let’s gooooo Hope you like them :3 

Viktor x Fem!Reader  

If You Hadn’t Left (Me)

|Rating: Mature|  Second Chance | Multichapter |

Synopsis: Viktor was never supposed to see you again, just like you had promised that evening when you both ended up heartbroken and bitter toward destiny and all its twisted ways. So twisted as to put you back into his life not only as a temporal working partner to cover Jayce’s absences, but also as the maid of honor in the wedding where he’ll be the best man. Hypothetically, it doesn’t have to be that difficult to find a way around the river of memories flowing between you both. Though, of course, hypotheses are flawed. Just like that part of him that still craves another ending to this story. 

Jayce x Fem!Reader 

All the Things We Cannot Fake

|Rating: Teen & Up (Mature probably)|  Fake Dating | Multichapter |

Synopsis: You’d never liked to lie, but after hearing that you’d been invited to a class reunion with your former college classmates despite the lack of fond memories regarding such time, you have the wonderful idea to bring your friend and colleague Jayce as your plus one. Because what could be a better networking strategy than to pretend that the Golden Boy, creator of Hextech, is your boyfriend? But when the lines between pretense and truth start to blur as you get submerged into Jayce’s personal life, so do your feelings. In the end, you can’t stop the thoughts questioning how much of it resonates with what lies inside your hopes, hoping that the answer doesn’t break your heart.

Okay bye~

[love-marimo]

Random Christmas Headcanons with the JJK Characters

ー just gonna wing this as i gooooo ★

oohhh here we gooo! 'tis the season where everyone can splurge, eat, sing, and be chaotic to their heart's content!! (gojo 100%)

i can think of many different scenarios like christmas w high school gojo, shoko and geto, christmas with tokyo jujutsu tech and christmas with tokyo AND kyoto jujutsu tech

i wanna go with the third one bc it sounds so chaotic 😂

more under the cut ♡

sheesh… i don't even know where to start

first off the higher ups won't know about this except for principal yaga and the teachers

mainly because gojo just wants himself the kids to have fun

mainly because utahime is pissed that she's involved with this (she doesn't want to come, but for the sake of her students she has to)

they disguised the gathering as another one of those competitions where the students have to engage in battle using their jujutsu techniques

mainly because gojo doesn't like principal gakuganji

gojo had everything covered. from food to decors to the venue (which is unexpectedly a massive cabin somewhere in the forests of japan)

nobara even stole his credit card to purchase gifts, clothes and jewelry (she totally didn't lend it to yuuji after…)

now onto the events that gojo prepared!!

nanami was somehow involved with this because he was concerned about that huge possibility that gojo would plan something that will cause more chaos than it already is

it starts off with some games like charades, some card games, truth or dares…

megumi, mechamaru, momo and mai would be bored as fuck

they want to go home

yuuji does his best at every game like his life depends on every single turn

nobara gets hella competitive and unexpectedly becomes rivals with todo

maki plays alright, it depends on the game. if it's more physical then she'd participate, but if not she'll just stand there 🧍🏻‍♀️ watching everyone lose their shit

panda and inumaki would join the charades, but after that they're gonna be at the food station munching everything they can

kamo is a good boy, even if he doesn't want to he'll join the games because he thinks it's going to be a nice experience

miwa would win most of the games though. idk why, i just see her getting so into it and then beaming when she realizes she won (aww)

gojo would absolutely lose his shit watching the students play the games. he would cheer at them, cackle, tease them while they're at it ー all while providing all the commentary

bro would treat it like a sports commentary 😭

meanwhile the adults…

mei mei is out on a holiday trip with her younger brother (she's always missing lmfao)

nitta and ijichi are busy keeping the food section and the chaos manageable

nanami, yaga, utahime and shoko are chilling inside the cabin talking casually about how much they find gojo annoying, their plans for the holidays, and just chat about their lives over a drink and some sweets that gojo picked out.

they'll also discuss some curse sightings and how to deal with them (let us forget about kenjaku for a sec)

when the people outside get too loud utahime would have it and scold them

as if they'd listen 😶‍🌫️

and the main highlight of the party

is a snowball fight

with a twist

they'll use their techniques to go on a full out battle amongst the two branches of jujutsu tech

and everyone goes feral!!!

gojo goes feral too!! because he will hit anyone in sight!!

nobara would use the decor snowman and crash it to momo who's escaping the chaos as she floats midair with her broomstick

utahime just rages and becomes an easy target lmao

megumi, after dodging a few snowballs gives up and goes inside to get changed and prepare for bed

the one with the most advantage here is mechamaru because he'll load up snowballs and fire it rapidly into anyone he spots

maki and mai would unknowingly travel a little bit farther from the cabin to have a one-on-one snowball fight (mai shoots snowballs while maki deflects it)

miwa would just lie down in defeat

inumaki would play a foul move and yell "freeze" so that everyone would stop in their acts

then he'll run off inside with panda

by that time everyone realized how exhausted they became and eventually retreated to the cabin

utahime plops herself on the sofa in exhaustion because of the snowball damage she took and falls asleep there (gojo would draw things on her face and write a big ass MERRY XMAS and take photos for the gc)

nanami sighs in exasperation and suggests a christmas movie to watch after they've settled down

they all had an argument on what to watch because yuuji wants an animated film, todo wants a takada-chan concert recording, kamo politely suggested a romcom that resulted in a violent outrage, and the girls agreed to watch mean girls

nanami ended up playing the titanic to piss them all off

gojo's mood shifted mellower because he kept on recording all the midnight shenanigans that the students had while quietly chuckling to himself

shoko didn't miss that

after a while though, he joins them and quickly falls asleep

ijichi and nitta were asleep by the dining table but the mess was all cleaned up (big W)

eventually, everyone fell asleep to the sounds of the movie being played

but the sudden realization hit

shoko turns to nanami, face laced with wariness

"have you seen maki and mai?"

they instantly got up in search for the sisters

they found them a few hundred meters away from the cabin and told them to go inside

when everything was settled, they all found a comfortable place to sleep in and enjoy the rest of the christmas in silence

the next day after gojo was handing out some tokens he got from a trip overseas as a memoir of the party

it was a party indeed ~

ー Lolita

[lavend-ler]

Moxxi? 👀💕

LETS GOOOOO MOXXI NATION!!!!!!!!!

How I feel about this character

oh my god, I LOVE Moxxi so much. having a character who is so confident, so involved in the plot and just has the greatest vibe, I adore her. I love how Moxxi is a person who knows what she wants and will get it. I love how the story does give her a backstory but she doesn't dwell on it that much rn bc Moxxi KNOWS she's better now and fuck others who abused and underestimated her. she's hypnotizing on screen, she's so great and also may I add her voice is great. also I'm a bi person myself so lemme just say, she's so so gorgeous

All the people I ship romantically with this character

legit atp who do I NOT ship with Moxxi lmaO but lemme think

Amara - did u see the comic? I won SO HARD, thank u Moxxara nation. I love successful women in love and Amara canonically is super impressed by her. they would match each other so well

Zane - the fact that he becomes such a sad wet sock of a man when she doesn't remember him, I love it. they would match each other's freak

Lilith - my dear AU in which Lilith won the Underdome and started dating Moxxi. again, I think Moxxi would want someone powerful and confident by her side

Ember - great possibility of them getting together and running the casino together <3

Tim - the fandom has soured my feelings regarding them but I still think it's charming and regard them as exes who broke up on good terms

Rhys - can't convince me they didn't have a one night stand

Fiona - Moxxi was her lesbian awakening

Sasha - fuck blands fandom and I think it's so so entertaining. they both deserve this cmon

Zer0 - it's so fcukin funny how Moxxi would try so hard to seduce them but they don't care. but secretly they find her so hot

My non-romantic OTP for this character

aahhh I think she would love to chat and catch up with Hammerlock! he definitely has free drinks at her place but always insists on paying. they love to talk long hours after her shift. honestly that's how I see her relationship with Tim after the breakup too, they like to meet up and just talk. also I like the potential friendship between Moxxi and Athena. I love how in TPS they're so casual but friendly to each other

My unpopular opinion about this character

Her BL3 designs is the best one, it CLEARS

I don't think she's a manipulative mastermind or whatever shit fandom paints her to be. she's a skilled and intelligent woman, not a manipulator. Jack would end up the way he is no matter what guys

the innuendo shtick is pretty boring, I wish they'd focus on other aspects of her character

I hate when fandom insists her last name is "Hodunk". u rly think she after so many marriages would keep a last name of a clan which abused her?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

actually uno reverse card - what I don't want to happen to Moxxi is that I don't want her to get a permanent relationship. I like the fact that she's a free lady who just does what she wants. she doesn't need another marriage, she deserves to be herself

I wish we could go to Jackpot under her management! I wish we could see how she runs it and what flare does this place have rn

I wish she could apologize to Ellie for her comments regarding her weight. it was so unnecessary and seriously Burch, why the fuck did u put this in the game