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wonjnz · 1 year

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love, like it always has been

₊˚⊹ summary: gyuvin sets out to defeat some old white man's quora answer about love.

₊˚⊹ genre: fluff, best friend!gyuvin, high school!au | wc: 1k

₊˚⊹ warning(s): some swearing | inspo: —

₊˚⊹ a/n: very random slice of life moments with bsf!gyuvin so the timeline is kinda.. 😭😭 got the idea when i got sm quora emails today

whenever gyuvin wonders what love is, he thinks the amount of "expert" answers in a random quora thread about it doesn't seem to click with him.

he didn't feel some sort of fireworks when he saw you, so some doctor specializing in 'love' is automatically eliminated. and his world certainly didn't slow down when you walk in, so now a random old, white man talking about his wife of 25 years is also eliminated (though gyuvin admits it's cute).

gyuvin sighs and puts his phone down, placing his hands on both cheeks; god, this is so stupid, he thinks. if only his friends weren't the loudest speakers in school, he'd probably be ranting to them about this, but he remains determined to find out what love means to him.

ever since that night, gyuvin made it his goal that one day, he'll have the most upvotes on his quora answer and everyone will reply this is exactly what love feels like.

old white man be damned, gyuvin is going to have a more relatable answer. just watch, he thinks.

gyuvin swears he felt love when he watched you introduce yourself on the first day of school, he found it hilarious. after school, you almost cut him off from how much he teased you about it. only did he redeem himself when he willingly became your servant for 2 months, to his friends surprise (and ultimately gyuvin’s embarrassment).

and he feels it once more while you're slowly losing your mind over a chemistry assignment. the way your hair sticks out in all directions from all the times your hands kept running through in frustration, the way your eyebrows furrow when you finally get a logical answer after five grueling minutes, that's when gyuvin confirms it.

“what?” you ask, noticing how gyuvin has been awfully quiet and smiling to himself. “is my answer wrong or something?” you worry, looking back and forth from your paper to his.

he's in love.

gyuvin immediately comes back to his senses and waves you off, “it's nothing. just thought of something.” he says. to be fair, what he said wasn't much of a lie. he was thinking of you after all.

you scoff at his half-assed answer, "whatever. i'm going back to number 6." mumbling as you look back at your paper. "yeah, i'll go back too." gyuvin says, smiling amusingly at his answers (he's only done 4 questions).

“seriously, gyuvin. you're disgusting.” you laugh, pointing at the dried-up ice cream stains at the corner of his lips. "you look like you drooled or something."

gyuvin rolls his eyes, “at least wipe it off for me. both my hands are occupied.” he says while holding up his ice cream and a small plastic spoon, obviously finding a reason for you to do it. “what a loser..” you mumble before trying to find a few pieces of tissue in your backpack, putting it up to his lips to wipe the remnants off.

and gyuvin fights the urge to say “i'm in love with you,” at that moment. opting to share a few details about his day instead since he knows how you're always invested in whatever drama he manages to dig out.

damn his demons are hard to beat today, he curses to himself.

as he looks at you, eyes purely focused on his as if you're anticipating more, gyuvin's heart feels lighter than ever. he feels the slight click one quora user said in his answer, albeit very softly, to the point he might've missed it.

“that's all i have today.” gyuvin shrugs, in his defense, you were always his highlight of the day, not some random drama he heard from gunwook every lunchtime, but he can't tell you that just yet. “boring.”

he smiles amusingly, “i might have something else cool in mind though. but i don't know if you'd wanna hear it.” mentally preparing on the spot is something gyuvin wouldn't wish even on his worst enemy.

you look at him incredulously, mouth slightly agape. “what? of course i'd wanna hear it.” setting your cup of ice cream down just to show gyuvin how interested you were.

“well, i’ve liked you for quite some time and —”

"so ricky was right!"

gyuvin feels his inner demons creep up on him right after, he swears he could hear them laughing at this very moment. “..so, you knew all this time? because of ricky?” you chuckle at how quiet his voice became.

“he told me last night since he thought you were being kinda weird lately, and he knew we always go out after school, so he warned me you might confess or something.” gyuvin puts his head in his hands, whining at his now spoiled confession, “i wanted this to be cute..”

it's an understatement to say ricky and gyuvin were on bad terms for a while, though you couldn’t stand the amount of shade they kept throwing at the other, so you forced them to make up on gyuvin’s fifth day of his villain origin story against ricky.

“you know i can't kiss you right now if your breath smells like the cheeseburger you ate, gyuvin.” you point out, snickering at gyuvin's exaggerated pursed lips and dramatic reaction to your words.

“the cheeseburger you bought for me. so technically it's not my fault.” he shrugs nonchalantly, a stark contrast to how he kept whining about wanting even a small peck a minute ago.

you watch gyuvin, who's on the verge of losing his mind at the thought of at least 10 minutes with no affection, “okay, fine. i'll drink something to get that burger taste out.” he surrenders quickly to your amusement.

laughing at his defeated walk to his fridge, “not my fault you wanted takeout after studying.” you heard him mumble under his breath.

“you agreed to it!” you retort, gyuvin comes back with the iced tea he ordered along. “of course i would, why would i say no to you?” he says before drinking.

“plus, if i didn’t confess to you on a whim last week, i’d probably kiss you right now and i wouldn’t know you hate cheese breath. imagine how horrifying that would be for me.”

once he makes sure any trace of cheese in his breath is gone, he smirks at you expectingly but in reality, it's his usual goofy smile. “can you give me a kiss now?” he says, paper cup still in his hand as if it was some cliche house party scene.

“now that i think of it, cheeseburger and iced tea breath is even more disgusting.”

“oh fuck you.”

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sturnsdc · 2 months

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MERLE

pair: Carl Grimes x fem!YN Dixon

synopsis: when the group leaves Merle on that roof, Yn must face one of her biggest fears, however, Carl is there to protect her and make her feel special.

“You are special, Yn. You deserve to feel this way, and as long as we're together i'll try to remind you of that as much as i can”.

warnings: angst, typical TWD scenes, fools in love, violence, mentions of death, fight, comfort, fluff

era: (S1)

words: 5k

A/N: i want this to be a whole series called "feel special" like the song, just give me some time T-T

btw, Yn at one point is mentioned as someone who can draw decently, but don't worry too much about that, it's just for this one shot, that's all!!

and both Yn and Carl are in their 15s

dividers from: @cafekitsune ! ♡

YN POV

being the Dixons' half-sister, i knew i would get looks, maybe even a few bad words. It was daily bread in the past, so logically it would happen again in the middle of an apocalypse.

when we found the people from the camp, i was afraid that they would kick us out for Merle's bad behavior, and i knew that it wouldn't matter much if Daryl and i told him something, Merle Dixon under the influence of some drug would never know where to stop.

luckily, some kids at camp accepted me anyway, as was the case with Sophia and Carl, while the other kids, like their parents, stayed away from us. Sometimes that hurt, but at the end of the day Daryl and Merle always said that most of them probably wouldn't make it very far in this situation, and that i shouldn't worry so much about what they think of me. I would make it, many of them wouldn't. Of course they said it in a much crueler way, but i know what the point of every conversation is.

i must be strong, not weakened by looks or comments.

it's been three months since everything went to shit, i still can't get used to this new life. It scares me to think that i could lose one of my brothers when they go out hunting or looking for something for other people. Carl is the one who has to put up with me, all anxious and walking around the place, trying to occupy myself with something to turn my mind off.

Carl is what i would call a best friend, always walking by my side, even sneaking into my tent when Daryl and Merle are away, so he can comfort me and not let me fall asleep crying and terrified. He tells me bedtime stories, says that's all he remembers from the comics he had at home, or sometimes he even reads me the comics he managed to bring with him in a backpack.

sometimes he asks me if i wanna read one of his comics, but i just tell him that i prefer him to read them to me before going to sleep. The truth is that i don't know how to read, and i'm deeply ashamed of it. My old life at home was too complex, and i tried hundreds of times, Daryl and Merle know this better than anyone, but my patience was never on my side and i always ended up throwing away the books i had stolen to practice. I'm terrified of the possibility of him finding out about that, i don't want him to think badly of me, or my family, i don't want him to look at me like the other kids.

today is another one of those days where i had to stay at camp, i wanted to accompany Daryl hunting, but a few days ago i went with Merle and ended up with a cut on my left hand, so Daryl made me stay this time until he's sure im ready again. Merle, for his part, went on a mission with some members of the group. On one hand i was happy that he wanted to collaborate, that until i saw that one of his bags of drugs was missing and i knew it would cause problems for them.

“come on Y/n! Carl said the last one to arrive would be the one to catch the others” Sophia was pulling my arm, laughing. I laughed too when i saw her trip and almost fall face down on the ground, that's what happened to her because she was looking back instead of worrying about the floor.

“i can be last, you know i'm faster, i'll catch you” i scoffed, receiving a dirty look from her, although she continued laughing until we arrived with Carl, Lori had just finished cutting his hair, so just now we could play.

“it's not fair! she's the fastest of us, Sophie” Carl complained when he saw us arrive, i just looked at the girl with a face that said 'i told you so', to which she just rolled her eyes.

“anyway, she won't be able to catch me, i swear” Sophia said.

“by the way, ya' look adorable with short hair” I said in a lower tone so that the girl wouldn't hear us, i saw his face turn red, but before answering Sophia complained, so Carl decided to just start the game.

i gave them a few seconds to start running. I had acquired my speed after so many years of going hunting with people like my brothers, and after various small thefts. When i felt it was enough i started running after them, Carl first. It took me just a little time when i had already touched his back. Sophia kept running towards the goal, which was a tree we had marked the first time we played, the one furthest from the start. She improved a lot in these months, she had become very fast, but not fast enough, so i managed to catch her quite close to the finish line, making her scream dramatically for having lost.

“i told ya', sweetheart, i'm the fastest of the three of us,” I scoffed, hearing Carl laugh right behind us.

however, the moment was interrupted when we heard the sound of a car not far from the camp. It was very loud, which scared me deeply, i heard Shane and Dale talking/screaming, apparently it was a car that didn't belong to us, but it was coming straight towards us. When it arrived, Glenn got out of it, Amy was the first to approach, repeatedly asking for her sister while Shane yelled at the boy to turn off the loud noise of the car. I looked at Carl who was next to me, he looked just as scared as me, and his mom, Lori, was hugging him tightly.

my mind activated again, 'where's Merle?', 'is he safe?', i felt the air leave my body as i considered the scenarios, i didn't even hear what Glenn said to the blonde. Shortly after, a truck arrived, everyone got out of it, except him, except Merle. I felt Carl looking at me, but i could only focus on the strong beating of my heart, on my blocked ears and my trembling hands.

he has to get off that truck.

he's fine, he always is.

“w-where's Merle?” My voice sounded low and trembling, and i was afraid that they wouldn't hear me but they did. It was then that Andrea answered me from her sister's arms.

“he was being a jerk, he was on drugs and he was a threat to everyone, our new friend took care of the situation, i'm sorry” even though i know she wasn't sorry, she always hated Merle.

"new friend?" I heard Shane ask, but i couldn't concentrate on the rest, because i fell to my knees at the same time Carl escaped from his mother's arms to run into the arms of an unknown man.

i started to cry without being able to stop it, it was the first time i cried in front of someone other than Carl or my family, but there i was, feeling like part of my world was falling apart.

'how would i tell Daryl?', 'he won't want to stay in this place, we'll have to leave'

“it's his sister,” I heard Carl say to the man quietly, but i didn't think anything about it until a body stood in front of me. It was that man.

“hey, uh, i'm Rick Grimes, i'm sorry about what happened to your brother…”

"is he dead?" I interrupted him.

"i... don't know"

"what are ya' talking about? he's dead or not, how do you not know?” then i raised my head to look at him. Carl really looks like his dad, especially in his eyes.

“i left him handcuffed on a roof, we don't know if he's still alive…”

“ya' just handcuffed my brother on a roof and left him there? what the hell!?" i interrupted him again.

“look, i don't know if this helps, but i dropped the key to the handcuffs, and when i realized i had to go, i managed to put a chain on the door, and not many of those cretins go up the stairs, so the door won't break. He should still be alive” T-Dog spoke this time.

i felt too weak to respond to that, so i simply nodded, feeling a pair of arms wrap around me in a hug. It was Carl. i couldn't reciprocate, i just rested my head on his shoulder, feeling how the entire weight of the situation fell on me.

i hid my face in his neck while he caressed my back. I cried as much as my strength allowed, and when he felt i was calming down he helped me get up.

“'s okay Carl, ya' should spend time with yer dad, i'll be in ma' tent” i told him, with my voice completely broken by crying a few minutes ago “thank ya' for staying with me, i'll be fine, come on” I saw the expression on his face. He hesitated, so i grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him to walk to his father, and before he could turn to see me i had already headed towards my tent, which i only used when the boys were away.

i always had to share a room with them, so it's not strange for me to do it now. When one of them was here with me, i slept in the other's bed, and when they were both here, i slept next to Daryl.

when i was about to enter my tent i looked at the tent across, the boys' tent, and decided it was better to get into that one, lying down on Merle's bed.

i sighed, feeling a pain in my chest that i had never experienced before. Merle was never an exemplary brother, or very present, but i can't forget the last 15 years either. The rare times he was sober, and the three of us would run around the house, trying to find the TV control when Dad was away. Whoever found it would have the TV to himself until our old man arrived.

or the times when the three of us would go to training, and he would make fun of Daryl's strength, telling him that he hit like a girl while i looked at him with offense.

“i mean, he hits like a normal girl, not like you,” he said, laughing as Daryl and i went after him to hit him.

even though he was often an idiot, he's still my brother, and what happened there... feeling like i lost him definitively is what has hurt me the most.

before, when he left us, i knew he was out there, causing problems for others, but alive. Now, that uncertainty… i hate it.

i don't know when it became night, i only realized when Carl entered the tent, with a plate of food and a light in hand.

“hey,” he greeted me, feeling relieved that he didn't have to wake me up.

“hey” I tried to make my voice sound normal, but so many hours of not talking, just crying, made my voice sound broken again, so i grimaced as i sat down.

“you don't have to pretend with me.” He smiled, sitting next to me. He offered me the plate of food. I didn't know i was hungry until my stomach started growling as i took the plate in my hands. My face turned red with embarrassment, but he didn't say anything about it, which i was grateful for.

“i'm sorry for what happened. You know i don't support... that decision” I nodded as i started to eat what he brought me, i know he can see my red, swollen and irritated eyes but i don't want to hide the reality from him. Like i said before, he's like my best friend.

“i'm scared to tell Daryl, i know he'll want to go look f' him, and he won't let me go…” I paused, feeling the lump in my throat again. “I don' wanna lose him too, i couldn't stand tha', Carl. Without them i can't...” Some tears fell again, but he was quick to wipe them away for me.

“i know you're scared, but I also know Daryl wouldn't let that happen. From what you've told me, he always protected you, so he wouldn't let himself be bitten by one of them. He will return here with or without Merle, but alive” He looked me in the eyes as he said it, and the seriousness with which he spoke made me believe him. I decided to nod and change the subject a bit.

“i'm glad yer dad's back, by the way. I'm serious. I know how much ya' suffered all this time. If anyone deserved that reunion it was ya'” I told him, seeing him smile when thinking about his family. “But 's scary that ya' have the same look as him, now i feel like there are two Grimes who will see to the depths of my soul” I scoffed, feeling better hearing his laugh.

“oh shut up.” He looked around, scanning the tent as i hurried to finish my meal. “Don't get me wrong, but i really thought the tent would be more messy.”

i swallowed what was left in my mouth, leaving the plate aside. “Now 's more organized, but we created limits of coexistence when we were younger. Since we used to share a room at home, it became very small, and a little clutter made it look like complete chaos, which made our old man angry. They made him believe that only i ordered, but in reality we all did.”

“why did they make him believe that? “was he one of those men...?” He asked politely, since he knows that the topic of my dad is somewhat complicated.

“yeah, fer him only women should do tha', that's why he let them be a little messier before i was born. Then, when i started walking he already expected me to be his damn nanny” I snorted, remembering his absurd comments to which i couldn't respond.

Carl grimaced when he heard me, he knows how much i hate those kinds of comments, he even once saw me argue with Merle, who was on drugs, because he made a comment like that towards Carol.

“i can't imagine you following rules, you're too rude for that” He joked, making me laugh. 'Of course, he never had to see me like that, he wouldn't believe everything i've had to pretend.'

“'s my dark past, don't tell anyone that i was soft on a man” I winked, watching him shake his head while smiling. “By the way, did ya' bring me any stories today?”

i feel at peace, despite the emptiness i feel in my chest, Carl and his sweet way of being prevent me from sinking into my gray cloud.

“maybe, but first you have to go back to bed, it's time to sleep.” I nodded, returning to my position on the bed as he lay down next to me, as always.

“well, this time i'll have to repeat one of the first i told you, i hope you don't mind…”

then he began to speak, and as always, i began to feel that all the weight was leaving my body, leaving me calm. He waits until i fall asleep, and while he talks he hugs me, then he returns to his tent and the next morning he's the one who comes to wake me up when he feels that i have rested enough.

that's Carl.

new day and the first thing i hear is my tent opening, so i pretend to stay asleep, waiting to hear what else Carl would do.

“i know you're awake. Come on” The boy tells me, making me smile and turn to look at him.

"how did ya' know?"

“your breathing when you sleep is like small sighs, and now everything was silent” He responded simply, without noticing my surprised face.

'that was sweet, and scary, but sweet.'

after a while, everyone except Rick was up. Carl and Sophia wanted to go out and explore a little more, however yesterday's situation had left me a bit exhausted, so i decided to use the morning to help Carol instead of running around with them to investigate.

Carol is a sweet woman, and it bothers me too much the way her husband treats her and Sophia. They don't deserve that, but Carol wouldn't let me do everything i've imagined to avenge them.

“i'm telling you, washing their clothes is complicated, but no one has ever given me as much trouble as Daryl does. How does your brother always stay so dirty?” The older woman asked me, to which i laughed at first, perfectly understanding the sentiment.

“i swear i don't know, Carol, he's worse than a child, he's always been like tha'” We were both laughing, until Rick came out of his tent.

“good morning,” Carol greeted him, to which he responded. When he looked at us i nodded in greeting.

the truth is, i still don't know how to feel about Rick Grimes. I know part of me wants to hate him, blame him for what they did to Merle, scream in his face how inhumane they were to leave him there. But another part of me thinks about Carl, and that makes my heart soften.

“listen…” I heard him say, but just like the previous times, I interrupted him.

“i don't wanna talk about what happened there, Rick, so i'm asking you not to say anything. It's enough with what'll happen when Daryl comes back.” He nodded, so i continued ironing with Carol, who this time started talking to him.

not long after, i saw Rick walk over to where Glenn was, and i know that if i look in Carol's direction, she'll want to talk about what i told the man, so i continued doing my thing, without turning to look at her.

at least that was the case until we heard the first screams, it was Carl and Sophia. I immediately wanted to run to where they were, but Carol stopped me when she noticed the men going, to which i growled, releasing myself from her grasp and hoping to see my friends. When Sophia ran into her mom's arms, i was relieved, but nothing compared to seeing Carl appear, running towards me, almost knocking me to the ground in the process.

i had never hugged him so tightly, and i felt how Lori quickly approached us to hug us both. I felt him cry a little, with his face hidden in my neck.

“what happened, honey?” Lori was trying to know, but she had to give him a few seconds to calm down.

“there was one of them between the trees, he was eating a deer” I heard him say between sighs.

'what did he say? a cretin eating a deer? 'how did they both get here?'

about two minutes later we were still waiting for the others to come back, but now i was close to Sophia, as was Carl.

it was then that we heard several footsteps approaching in the direction of the camp, but i wasn't looking towards that place, i was looking at my friends, fearing that when i stopped doing so they would somehow disappear.

“Merle! Yn!” I heard Daryl's voice call us, and that's when Lori, Carl, Sophia, and Carol's gazes shifted to me. I knew they were looking at me, but i couldn't look at them anymore, my eyes now fixed on my brother had filled with tears, making it impossible for me to see his figure well.

“Dar…” I felt my tears fall, but i knew i couldn't run over and hug him, because things were about to get tense, and very quickly.

Carl's arms hugged me almost like yesterday, but this time i could feel the uncertainty in everyone.

“Daryl, slow down a bit, i've to talk to you” I heard Shane tell him.

I saw him turn around, managing to meet my gaze, but frowning when he noticed my state.

“about wha'?” He kept looking at me, as if waiting for a signal to lose control and demand answers.

“about Merle, there was uh… a problem in Atlanta.” Now he looked at him, and from the change in his posture i know what he's thinking.

"'s dead?"

“we're not sure” That answer bothered me even though i had already heard it yesterday.

“yeah, he is or he ain't!” Now his tone was more annoyed.

“it's not easy to say this, so i'll just say it,” Rick interjected.

"who are you?"

“Rick Grimes”

“Rick Grimes” He scoffed “got somethin' ya wanna tell me?” He approached the man.

“your brother was a danger to us all, so i handcuffed him to a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal. It's still there” He confessed.

i saw him turn around, and i was afraid he would do something, so my body quickly tensed up and Carl noticed it so he looked at me, but i couldn't see him, not now.

“le' me process it, ya' say ya' handcuffed my brother to a roof… and ya' left him there?!” I took a deep breath when he shouted, knowing that things were going just as i expected.

“yeah” This one said it so simply that it didn't help the situation.

soon i saw how Daryl threw the squirrels he had brought in the direction of Rick, and then tried to hit him, and i say try because Shane arrived first, throwing him to the floor, but when he took out a knife and tried to attack Grimes, Shane threw it again, this once choking him with his arm to prevent him from jumping at Rick one more time. It was humiliating, and unfair, so i tried to get out of Carl's grip, but he wouldn't let go.

“Carl…”

“please no, i don't think Shane'll be gentle with you, and i don't want him to hurt you.” I heard him whisper his request, somewhat desperate for me to listen to him. I decided to listen to him this time, but i still continued watching the scene, attentive to every movement.

“chokehold's illegal!” I heard Daryl complain.

“i would like to have a calm discussion on this top” Rick said after getting down to his level on the ground. “Do you think we can manage that?”

“he's not a fucking kid” I complained, making them look at me for a moment, but Carl gently squeezed my waist, trying to get my attention back to him to avoid any more problems. Rick took advantage of this to ask again.

“do you think we can manage that, Daryl?”

“yes,” he said with difficulty, making Shane let go.

“what i did was not on a whim. Your brother doesn't work or play well with the others” I was about to intervene to complain, but T-Dog stepped forward to speak.

“it's not Rick's fault. I had the key and i dropped it.”

“couldn't pick it up?” Daryl asked, clearly incredulous.

“well, i dropped it in a drain.”

my brother stood up as did Rick and Shane, all attentive to any movement he made.

“'s that supposed to make me feel better? well it don't” He's still so angry

“well, maybe this will. Look, i put a chain on the roof door so that the cretins couldn't get to him, with a padlock."

“it's gotta count for something,” Rick interrupted, 'as if that helps anything.'

i felt enormous pain when i saw him cry in front of them, because i know he wouldn't do that, but the situation surpasses both of us. Again i tried to get out of Carl's grip, and this time he did let me go, so i ran into my brother's arms, feeling how he responded to my hug very slowly. It was a strange thing between us, but i needed to do it.

“hell with all ya'! tell me where he is so i can go get him.” His chest vibrated with each word. I sighed, knowing that would happen.

“he'll show you, right?” I heard Lori say, referring to her husband.

“i'll go back there,” Rick said in response.

not long later i was sitting on a log next to Daryl, watching him get ready with my head resting on his shoulder. As expected, he refused to let me go, promising that when they returned we would get out of this place somehow.

i felt people talking around me, but i could only hear them as if they were far away. I just understood that Glenn and T-Dog were going too, but i don't know if that really made me feel less terrified.

they had already left one of my brothers behind, i wouldn't be surprised if they did it again.

“hey, girl” I heard Daryl say, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I looked at him, noticing that his gaze had softened, like every time he talks to me... or a child.

“we're gonna come back, ya' know tha', right? Even if Merle… 's gone, ya' know i'll be back, right?” I nodded, feeling too tired to say anything else.

“guess it's just been the two of us most of the time anyway,” I heard him mutter, resuming what he was doing.

it had been a while since they left, and although i thought i would be more stressed about being away from Daryl, his words made me feel much safer.

he's going to come back, even if it can't be with Merle.

“hey, how are you feeling?” Carl entered the tent, smiling at me.

“i feel better, Carl, thank ya”

as soon as they left, he apologized to me on behalf of his parents many times until i managed to convince him that it wasn't necessary. I'm not mad at him, he has nothing to apologize for.

"do you wanna do something? we don't have to go out, it can be here if you want” He said this time a little faster and in a low tone, like when he gets nervous.

"what are we gonna do?"

that conversation led us to this moment. Apparently Lori had found some not-so-ruined pages and some pencils and crayons among the things they brought with them, so Carl thought it would be nice if we distracted ourselves by drawing for a while.

the idea was to draw something without the other person seeing it, so i decided to draw him. That way i would have an excuse to look at him a couple of times.

i only needed a black pencil and my knife for when it was dull.

i really tried hard to portray him. I looked at his eyes, the shape of his hair, i counted his freckles and i noticed the shape of his cheeks. Maybe i hadn't realized it before, but Carl 's pretty, even adorable. I had already finished my drawing, but i wanted to continue looking at him a little longer. He purses his lips when he's concentrating, and squints comically.

i think he looked at me a couple of times while i was drawing, which made me a little nervous, 'does he know what I'm doing?'

“okay, time out, let's show our drawings” He said, and then i felt my face heat up, 'I think i'm regretting it.' “i'll count to three and we'll exchange them at the same time…”

“1…”

'oh shit, he'll see'

“2…”

'what if i did it wrong?'

“3”

before i could think about it further we had already made the change. It was then that i looked at his blade and my eyes widened.

'that's me', 'he drew me too'

“holy shit…” It's beautiful, every detail, it really was an incredible drawing. I felt my heart warm with excitement, and suddenly i just wanted to jump into his arms and never let him go.

“this is fucking amazing, Yn.” I heard the excitement in his voice, and soon his arms were around me in a tight hug. It took me a while to reciprocate because of the impression, but once i did i had a hard time letting go of it afterwards.

"can i ask you something?" I heard him say.

“sure, Carl”

“can i keep the drawing i made for you? Not because it's my drawing... it's just that, i would love to bring something of you, and since we don't have a camera to take a photo of you, i feel like this is the best thing i have” He said, blushing a little.

i pretended to think about it for a moment, then smiled at him, “only if ya' let me keep the drawing i made fer ya', fer the same reasons, of course.”

he nodded, and then we made the exchange again.

“thank ya' fer this, Carl. I didn't think ya' were going to draw me... ya' really make me feel special"

“You are special, Yn. You deserve to feel this way, and as long as we're together i'll try to remind you of that as much as i can”.

Carl Grimes is undoubtedly amazing. And although yes, i still have a hard time with my brothers, and shit things got even more difficult later, i know that everything can get better as long as he's still in my life, being one of the few people for whom i would give everything .

Carl Grimes is perhaps much more than my best friend, he's someone who earned a unique space in my heart that i didn't even know existed. He's not like Sophia, and he's not like any other guy i've met before, he's special.

he's special, and he makes me feel special too

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #twd #the walking dead #the walking dead series #carl grimes oneshot #twd daryl #carl twd #sturnsdc #daryl dixon #merle dixon #x yn #x reader #fluff #angst #soft #Spotify

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starter-library · 3 months

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THE RISE AND FALL OF A MIDWEST PRINCESS BY CHAPPELL ROAN LYRIC STARTERS

feel free to change phrasing as you see fit

“I’m so sick of online love”

“Um, can you play a song with a fucking beat?”

“Ladies, you know what I mean and you know what you need”

“She was a playboy, Brigitte Bardot. She showed me things I didn't know”

“She did it right there out on the deck, Put her canine teeth in the side of my neck”

“I just wanna get to know ya guess I didn't quite think it through”

“Fell in love with the thought of you”

“Baby, why don't you come over?”

“Want me to fuck you? Baby, I will 'cause I really want to”

“Well, back at my house I've got a California king. Okay, maybe it's a twin bed And some roommates”

“I heard you like magic I've got a wand and a rabbit”

“Baby, let's get freaky, get kinky, Let's make this bed get squeaky”

“Nothing good happens when it's late and you're dancing alone"

“Cause after midnight I'm feeling kinda freaky, maybe it's the club lights”

“I kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend if you don't mind”

“I love a little drama, let's start a bar fight”

“I really want your hands on my body”

“Baby, put your hands up, Be a freak in the club”

“I'd suggest the jazz bar on Mary Ann Street but you'd buy me a drink and we know where that leads”

“I'll meet you for coffee ‘cause if we have wine you'll say that you want me. I know that's a lie”

“If I didn't love you it would be fine”

“I'd rather feel something than nothing at all”

“If I didn't trust you it would be fine”

“We've done this before and I don't need it anymore”

“Let's not do coffee. Let's not even try”

“I've heard so many rumors that I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch”

“I thought you thought of me better”

“It's hard being casual when my favorite bra lives in your dresser”

“I try to be the chill girl but honestly, I'm not”

“Bragging to your friends I get off when you hit it, I hate to tell the truth, but I'm sorry dude you didn’t”

“I hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell”

“Never waste a Friday night on a first date"

“And so, I take him to this bar, this man wouldn't dance, He didn't ask a single question, and he was wearing these fugly jeans”

“He doesn't have what it takes to be with a girl like me”

“I'm through with all these hyper mega bummer boys like you”

“I need a super graphic ultra modern girl like me”

“We're hot, we're drunk”

“Look at her moving, baby, she's the one”

“At every party we're the party, shaking our asses and making out while the world collapses”

“Get up off your feet, get up on that bar”

“I could be the one, or your new addiction”

“I don't want the world, but I'll take this city”

“Call me hot, not pretty”

“Baby, do you like this beat? I made it so you'd dance with me”

“You can take me hot to go”

“I try not to care but it hurts my feelings”

“You don't have to stare, comе here, get with it. No one's touched me there in a damn hot minute”

“Baby, don't you like this beat? I made it so you'd sleep with me”

“What's it take to get your number?”

“What's it take to bring you home?”

“You coming home with me?”

“If karma's real, hope it's your turn”

“It's hot when you have a meltdown In the front of your house and you're getting kicked out”

“It's hot when you're drinking downtown and you're getting called out 'cause you're running your mouth”

“People say I'm jealous, but my kink is watching You ruin your life, You losing your mind”

“People say I'm jealous, but my kink is karma”

“Wishing you the best, in the worst way”

“No need to be hateful in your fake Gucci sweater”

“Do you picture me like I picture you?”

“Am I in the frame from your point of view?”

“So, tell me now all your perversions”

“I'm too scared to say half of the things I do when I picture you”

“I guess we could pretend we didn't cross a line”

“If you really wanna leave I'll never make you stay”

“Whatever you decide I will understand and it will all be fine”

“And love is a kaleidoscope how it works, I'll never know”

“I know you wanted me to stay but I can't ignore the crazy visions of me in LA”

“Won't make my mama proud it's gonna cause a scene”

“On the stage in my heels it's where I belong”

“Every night's another reason why I left it all”

“Don't think I've left you all behind”

“I know you're probably busy but I would love to see you”

“I'd love if you knew you were on my mind”

“Boys suck and girls I've never tried and we both know we're getting drunk tonight”

“Touch me, baby, put your lips on mine”

“I know you want it, baby, you can have it”

“If I don't try, then it's my loss”

“Won't you fucking touch me?”

“I just want to touch you”

“I want all of your love”

“Thought I'd be cool in California, I’d make you proud”

“To think I almost had it going but I let you down”

“I fantasize what we would do and how would it taste?”

“Can we drag it out and never quit?”

“Oh my god, you are heaven sent With your dirty mind”

#it finally let me post this god bless #roleplay meme #roleplay prompts #roleplay starters #roleplay starter #pride #pride month #chappell roan #rp memes #rp starters #lyric starters #rp prompt #rp starter #sapphic rp

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fears of the above : cjy

in which choi juyeon realizes she shouldn't have attended today's going seventeen filming, especially when she has an extreme fear of heights and was chosen as the last member to go bungee jumping. warning : jinny suffers a panic attack takes place during gose ep 38 word count : 1.2k please note that this isn't how all panic attacks are or happen. i am writing this fit to my own experience and this is not the same as anybody else's panic attacks.

At this moment, there was nothing Juyeon could do except regret. Regret playing scissors, regret pushing her hair out of her face, regret even agreeing to come to today's shoot. The only things going through her mind were the words "Why did I say yes?" and how insanely tall the mount is from the ground when you're the one standing on it. Not even her members words of encouragement could get to her at this point.

Just half an hour ago, Juyeon was down there, laughing and playing around with the boys. She was happy, enjoying her time. That was until she was tasked with taking her sweater off without moving her hair with her fingers before, during, or after. Of course, she lost. The second she heard the enthusiastic "Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!" coming from Seungkwan's stupid button, she began to dread even agreeing to Chan when he excitedly told her about their plans to go bungee jumping as an episode and that "she absolutely had to come!"

Things only got worse when she kept losing in the jumpers' game of rock, paper, scissors. She felt like a fool when she played scissors instead of any other option against Hoshi's rock. The dancer jumped in relief while Juyeon stood there, frozen. It was then Chan and Mingyu knew they were forgetting something, something important.

Back to present time; Eyes, at least thirty pairs Juyeon assumed, were staring at her, ranging from her worried members to the camera men that had cameras pointed right up to the tears about to spill from her eyes. Choi Juyeon, the member of Seventeen that couldn't handle a simple jump off a platform. Choi Juyeon, the member of Seventeen that would be known for her overwhelming fear of heights from the second the episode aired for the public's eyes. Choi Juyeon, the weak member of Seventeen. She could hear the thousands of SNS posts and articles already.

There she stood, lips flat-lined and eyes already watering just from looking at the water below her. Everyone near her stared expectantly, as if they were waiting for her to just break down and quit. Juyeon didn't understand why there were still cameras pointed directly at her face when she was probably about to have the worst panic attack of her life.

"Hyung, I don't think she's 'just scared' anymore. Don't you see her? We can see her shaking, and we're all the way down here." Dokyeom whispered to Jeonghan, who was seated next to them. Jeonghan nodded, agreeing with Dokyeom's words. Whenever the men asked if she was alright, the nearest staff member simply told them "she's just scared, she'll get over it eventually." But this was their sister, and over time they realized something was wrong.

"Wait, you need to get her off there." Chan suddenly sat up from his position on the grass, as if he remembered something extremely important. "No can do, kid." A staff member told him, but Chan responded with a harsh glare before continuing his statement. By now, the other twelve members were looking at him, curious about what he had to stay. "I mean it, now. Juyeon's not just afraid. She's scared of heights. Like, super scared. Terrified." He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply. Now they all freaked, jumping up at the younger's intel.

"A-Are you serious? I can't get off? I can't do this. I'll pay. I'll do anything. Just- just get me off, please." The worker shook his head at Juyeon's words, repeating the same "you gotta jump now that the harness is on and tightened, ma'am" he told her before. Juyeon was sobbing now, legs feeling like jello. And yet there were still cameras pointed at her. Everything felt like it was too far away for her. But it all seemed to be closing in on her too, in a way. The adults around her looked bored now, like they had dealt with this already and didn't want to deal with it again.

Juyeon shakily grabbed the handrails, trying to calm herself down. The chaos in her body was similar to what was going on below her; thirteen boys worriedly asking the staff members what they could do to help.

"Come on, seriously. You can't force her to jump."

"Do you not see her? She's having a panic attack, get her off."

"You can't just let one of us go up there or something?"

By now, there was a whole team of staff members alongside the boys trying to get the youngest down. But somehow, nothing was getting through to the stubborn team of workers. "She's gotta jump." they told the group, standing protectively at the lift.

"Please, I can't do this," Juyeon sobbed, a hand over her face. "I just want to get off!" But she couldn't hear a response, if there even was one, for the ringing in her ear served as a blockage of sorts. The girl was on the ground now, shaking vigorously. Finally, something clicked in the staff members' minds that she wasn't just joking around to get off. It began to become a mess up on the platform, too. Which didn't help at all, might I add.

While the group was wondering what to do, Juyeon sat, still shaking and sobbing, trying to find a way to pull the harness off her body. She just wanted to get down, back to the safety of the ground and her members. Then, she heard something. Like something, or someone, was calling her name.

"Jinny! Juyeon! Can you hear me? It's okay, honey, I promise." As she was processing the person's words, Juyeon felt a set of hands on her own and another attempting to undo whatever hooks and ties were done on her harness to take it off. When she looked up, she saw the faces of Seungcheol, the owner of the hands that held tightly onto hers, Jeonghan, who was currently working with another employee to undo her harness, and Joshua, who was rubbing a comforting hand on her shoulder while trying to talk to her.

"Come, come, stand." said Jeonghan, who somehow was able to work through the tightness of the hooks on the girl's harness and was trying to take it off of her. She complied, wobbly standing up. "I'm scared." were the first words to leave Juyeon's mouth. When the weight of the equipment was finally taken off of her, Juyeon immediately leaned into Seungcheol. "I'm so scared."

"We know. Please don't hide stuff like this anymore. I'm serious, 'Yeon." The use of her nickname just made the girl cling onto the oldest tighter, her head dug into his neck, allowing the man to sit down. "If you ever feel like you don't want to do something you can just tell us," Jeonghan added, squatting next to where Seungcheol and Juyeon sat. "None of us want you to become like this because you felt like you were forced to something you didn't want to." Joshua nodded along with his words, still rubbing Juyeon's back.

The three of them stayed like that for the next few minutes until Juyeon could calm down. Eventually, Juyeon raised her head, wiping her face with the sleeve of her wool sweater. "I'm sorry," she said, standing up. "I made you worry. I'm sorry."

"Don't say that, Yeonie. It's not your fault. Let's just get back down, yeah?" Joshua said, offering the girl his hand with a warm smile. Seungcheol and Jeonghan followed the pair. "Hey, we should totally get ice cream after we leave." The second oldest told them, a slight smirk on his face.

from xia ! : hi i kinda hate this lowkey

#svt ; jinny #svt oc #svt au #seventeen female addition #seventeen female member #seventeen addition #seventeen added member #seventeen 14th member #kpop extra member #kpop female oc #kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop oc #idol!oc #idol!au #idol oc #fake kpop idol

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This is a very real SM theory

What I've stumbled across this time is, I'll admit, completely batshit on the face of it. BUT, if you follow my flow of logic, I think you'll actually be more convinced than you'd expect

So, what is it that set my theorist mind off? Well, the character we knew we were meeting this episode, Aaron (which is apparently the name of Ross's dad in that model sheet)

We only see him twice (and no, your eyes aren't playing tricks on you, his tattoo changes what arm it's on between scenes) and in those scenes, he's mostly silent and is notably not paying attention to Jaune, despite her talking with their obviously distressed shared friend in the first scene and is separated from Jaune by the cinematography in the second scene.

From what we've seen of Aaron, both in this episode and the TT photos, he isn't very expressive, but he still shows his feelings through movement, or rather, a position in the photos, something absent in his present self.

So, what, if anything, lead to this seeming slight rift between Aaron and Jaune?

Well, we could assume it was something after Ross's birth, but could we narrow it down further? Yes, yes we can, mainly due to the first bomb I'm about to drop on you.

Jaune is a cult spy

Yes, I'm dead fucking serious. Let's look over the way the cult operates, shall we? They carefully monitor anything related to their plans while other members are on stand by, should something go wrong. How does this tie to Jaune?

Simple, she's the one keeping tabs on Lila, Ignacio does live closer, but is so abrasive, he could never get close enough to someone for intimate spying. Jaune on the other hand, as Lila's best friend, could theoretically keep tabs on certain aspects of Lila's life.

The next obvious question is why. Why would Jaune spy on Lila for a cult? Well, she wouldn't. She would, however, keep a close eye on her friend if someone else close to said friend, like say, said friend's husband, expressed concern for her emotional well being.

I know I'm probably losing some of you now, but this is where we get to another insanely counter intuitive yet convincing claim.

Jaune isn't spying on Lila because Lila's husband asked her, she's spying on Lila because she doesn't want Lila to know that-

Jaune had an affair with Lila's husband

I KNOW, I KNOW, I sound like Dale from King of the Hill right now, but I swear to you, this will all click together by the end.

Picture this, Jaune, a heavy drinker, is over at her friend's house one night when Lila's husband starts coming onto her and you know what happens, this goes from a one off event, to a semi-regular ritual for the pair. Some time later, he tells Jaune that he's worried Lila might catch on, and encourages her to carefully pay attention to any sudden mood shifts and.... share them wit ha trusted associate of his.

So, now that I've established the logic of this happening and that it will likely come into focus at some point, but what does this have to do with Aaron's detachment and how could it come into play?

It's not just that Aaron knows Jaune cheated and will reveal it to Lila, no, it's so much worse.

But first, I have to dispel some fanon for a moment, despite how popular the concept is, we have no in or out of series proof that Ross dyes his hair, the only photo of him we see is him and Aaron with Ross looking just as he does at present.

Why do I bring this up, oh my poor unsuspecting friends, it should be clear. If Ross has naturally black hair, that would mean-

Ross matches the genetic profile of Jaune and Skidad's biological child

And there you have it, the dark underbelly at back of the newest instalment in our beloved Halloween series.

And, if by some chance, you still don't believe this theory of Ross and Skid being half-brothers to be at the very least valid, well then, I have something that will blow your fucking mind.......

.........

And I'm not telling you cause it's 'Pril Fools Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#spooky month #sm Jaune #sm Aaron #sm Ross #sm Lila #sm Skid's dad #sm Skidad #sm Ignacio #sm Skid #sm theory #spooky month theory #sm prediction #spooky month prediction

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komotionlessqueenmm · 26 days

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Lost & Found

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Short story # 20

Gif NOT mine.

Summary - With the universe saved and everything set right, (Y/n) sits within her apartment alone, thinking about the man she had to leave behind in the Void. Her heart aching as if she'd lost him all over again, she drank her sorrows away. While Wade schemed to make things right for his best friend.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW (There is several moments where attempted suicide is mentioned.)

Reading time (roughly) - 14 minutes

"What are you doin' kid?" Logan asked when he and Wade barged into her apartment, which was just across the hall from theirs and Al's. "What's it look like." She hummed before tipping the bottle back, drinking the amber liquid within. "You look like yer waistin yer life." Logan said before taking the bottle from her to drink from it himself. "Gotta have a life to waste it." She shot back, glaring at Wade, who was collecting her stash without a word. "Can I fuckin help you Wilson?" She hissed at the merc. "Nah I've got it sweetcheeks." He flashed her a smile, ignoring the way she glowered at him. "Why are you taking my shit?" She huffed, before snatching her bottle back from Logan. "Because you aren't going to be drinking yourself to death, not while I'm around." He sassed as he stuffed the assorted bottles into a hello kitty book bag. "While we are around." Logan added as he snatched back the bottle from her. "I lost him again okay... I can't... I can't fucking stand it." (Y/n) said getting choked up. She stood up from her chair, she crossed the room and snatched Wade up off the floor. "I can't fucking breathe, I can't eat, I can't sleep. I had him right there, in my fucking arms, and I had to leave him behind, like he wasn't my heart and soul." Tears spilled from her eyes, her voice wavering, she let go of her friend.

"You got your happiness, and I'm grateful for that. But I had to loose the love of my life twice now, and I don't think I can take any more heartbreak." She stepped back, sitting onto the coffee table, she looked to Logan. Who against his better judgement, passed her the half drank bottle. "I can fix this." Wade said as he slung the bag over his shoulder, determination on his face. "You can't fix everything bud." She hummed before drinking from her bottle. "But I can fix this, I promise you (Y/n), I'll get you your happiness, if it's the last thing I do." Wade said as he walked towards the door, pointing a finger at Logan, who leaned against the nearby wall. "Stay with her." He instructed before lowering his voice. "And keep her away from her weapons." Logan nodded in agreement, while (Y/n) simply rolled her eyes as she lay back on the table. "You're one to talk." She muttered. "I can regenerate, you can't! And I'm not losing my best friend." Wade huffed at her, before storming out of her apartment, the door slamming shut behind him. "He's a good friend." Logan muttered quietly, sitting down on her couch with a soft groan. "He's a fool." She huffed. "I won't argue with that." Logan said with amusement.

"But if anyone is crazy enough to bring someone back from the dead... Again... It's Wade." Logan added casually. "The TVA will only put up with so much of Wades bullshit. They sent Frank back to his universe where he belongs, and that's that." (Y/n) said as she stared at a random point on her ceiling. "Maybe but he is annoyingly persistent, and he cares a lot about you bub. Hell he hasn't shut up once about helping you after everything was said and done." Logan said with a small shake of his head. "It was honestly getting really fucking annoying." He added, smiling faintly when (Y/n) laughed. "Sounds like Wade." She mused, her smile fading as her mind wandered to Frank. "You know he's probably going through the same thing as I am, except he doesn't have Wade keeping his head on straight." She stood up and crossed the room, pulling out the last picture she had of her Frank from a nearby desk drawer. "Losing someone hurts bad enough, but to loose them twice... Something like that will take a heavy toll on someone." She sat aside the liquor bottle. "We're only human after all." She said with a soft chuckle, she glanced to Logan, who seemed to understand exactly where she was coming from. "You haven't tried doing yourself in just yet, I'm sure he hasn't gone that far either. Probably just drinking his days away like you've been doing." Logan said, as he lounged back comfortably. "I hope for his sake, you're right." (Y/n) sighed, crossing the room and flopping down beside him.

Hours passed by and after an insane amount of nagging, Wade had convinced B-15 to let him travel to Frank Castles universe, and try to convince the man to come to his universe instead. This Punisher wasn't an anchor character, and so it made it a bit easier to convince her. When he stepped through the portal, Wade found himself standing in a hallway of a dismissal looking apartment building. The masked merc looked at the door nearest to him, and shrugged, before kicking the door open, the junk door breaking off its hinges and falling onto the floor. Inside were two men, a skinny blond with facial piercings, and a heavy set brunette. Who both screamed in surprise at the sudden intrusion. "Sorry to just barge in, I'm looking for The Punisher. Big scary guy, with dark hair, and an attitude like that of an angry honey badger." Wade held up a crude drawing he'd made earlier on, but the guys just looked at him like he was crazy. "Look I'm best friends with his wife, and I'm trying to reunite the two." He added as he tucked away the drawing, pulling out a picture of (Y/n) to show them. "His wife's dead." The blond pointed out, making Wade sigh with a shake of his head. "I am aware of that. Look I don't have time to explain, do you know where I can find him?" Wade asked but they remained quiet, making Wade groan loudly in frustration. "Okay fine." He huffed before pulling out one of his newly acquired gold-plated Desert Eagle Mark XIX 50AS, and pointing it directly at the brunette who whimpered in fear.

"Tell me where I can find him, or so help me-" Before he could finish his threat, he was curtly cut off. "Wilson?" Frank stood in the doorway, staring at the merc with confusion. "Fucking finally!" Wade put away his pistol, and turned his full attention to The Punisher. "You need to come with me." Wade said, stepping across the broken door, towards Frank. "Why the hell would I do that?" He asked before walking to his own apartment, Wade following after him like a puppy. "(Y/n)'s trying to kill herself." Was all he needed to say to get Frank to freeze in his tracks. "What?" He turned to Wade, who pulled his mask off to emphasize his point. "She's going to drink herself to death... I've got Logan keeping her away from any and all weapons... But she's creative." The merc shook his head a little. "Look after seeing you in the Void, she feels like she's lost you all over again... I kept her from killing herself before... But I don't know if I can this time. She's hurting so much worse this time." Wade told him, feeling that if need be, he'd drag Frank back to his universe. "How do we get to your universe?" Frank asked. "It's just a push of a button away." Wade explained as he held up the device temporarily lent to him by the TVA. "Let me pack up a few things." Frank said before barging into his apartment, quickly packing up a bag with clothes and necessities, and another with several of his late father's guns, and plenty of ammo just in case.

"Anyone you need to say goodbye to?" Wade asked as he took hold of one of the bags, his mask back on. "No." Frank said gruffly, grabbing the wrist watch (Y/n) had given him in the Void, a present she had bought for her universes Frank, but never had the chance to give to him. "Let's go." He said to Wade, who smiled giddily behind his mask at the sight of The Punisher, who stood before him all geared up, with his black leather trench coat. "She's gonna be so excited." Wade gushed as he opened the portal that would lead him to his universe. Frank smiled faintly to himself at the thought, while his heart jumped at the realization that in just a few moments he'd be reunited with the love of his life again. Which was something he never thought was possible. They stepped through the portal, and straight into (Y/n)'s living room. Logan reclined on the small loveseat, while (Y/n) lay on the couch. The both of them passed out, with empty liquor bottles littering the coffee table. Frank looked at Wade, who chuckled nervously. "This is so embarrassing, he's got such a weak will when it comes to booze." Wade chuckled. Frank dropped his bag on the floor, and crossed the room, kneeling beside (Y/n) he brushed a bit of her hair out of her face. Prying a half drank bottle of spiced rum from her hand, he kissed her temple gently. Her hand instinctively coming up to push away his face, grumbling softly as she did so.

"Go away Wade." She muttered before turning her head to bury her face into the throw pillow. Frank looked at Wade with a pointed look, the merc pulled his mask off, having dropped the bag. "I promise I've never kissed her!" He held his hands up in surrender. "I may or may not have thought about it once or twice before, but I never did it! I swear on Logan's life!" Wade pointed to Logan, who still lay sound asleep. Frank shook his head, finding it unbelievable that (Y/n) is best friends with him. And while he knew he'd get tired of the mercs antics, he'd put up with him for her sake. "(Y/n) wake up sweetheart." Frank murmured softly, his hand rubbing soothing circles across her back. She instantly recognized his voice, her eyes snapping open, she whipped around to see if it was really him. "Frank." She breathed out in astonishment, before quite literally tackling him in a hug. Frank fell back with a grunt, breaking the wooden coffee table, and sending the empty bottles rolling across the room. "You're here! You're actually here!" (Y/n) gushed in excitement, clearly still feeling the effects of the alcohol. Logan woke up at the sound of the table breaking, and glared at Wade who was trying to gain his attention. "I'm here sweetheart." Frank muttered softly to her, smiling brighter than he has in oh so long. "Let's go home peanut." Wade hissed at Logan, who quietly rose up from the loveseat, as to not bother the two lovebirds. The two of them leaving the apartment without word, leaving the couple to reconnect after being separated for so long.

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perspectivestarters · 5 months

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess by Chappell Roan (Part II)

MY KINK IS KARMA

We broke up on a Tuesday.

Who knew that we'd let it get this bad when it ended.

Karma's real.

Hope it's your turn.

I heard from *Name*, you're losing it lately.

It's hot when you have a meltdown.

It's hot when you're drinking downtown.

You're getting called out 'cause you're running your mouth.

It's coming around.

People say I'm jealous but my kink is watching you ruining your life.

People say I'm jealous but my kink is karma.

Wishing you the best, in the worst way.

Using your distress as foreplay.

Six months since April and I'm doing better.

No need to be hateful in your fake Gucci sweater.

It's hot when you're going through hell.

I'm feeling myself.

It's hot when you know that you're caught and you're getting pissed off.

It's getting me off.

PICTURE YOU

Draw the blinds.

Slip off my pretty dress down my chest.

It's ritualistic.

Counting lipstick stains where you should be.

I need you around.

I'm getting close now.

Do you picture me like I picture you?

Am I in the frame from your point of view?

Do you feel the same?

I'm too scared to say half of the things I do when I picture you.

So, tell me now all your perversions.

KALEIDOSCOPE

Here we go again.

Everything is fine.

I guess we could pretend we didn't cross a line.

Ever since that day, everything has changed.

The way I write your name

If you really wanna leave, I'll never make you stay.

Whatever you decide, I will understand.

It will all be fine.

Love is a kaleidoscope.

How it works, I'll never know.

It's somehow all the same

It's beautiful somehow.

It's never just a shape alone.

Well, I'd love to see them try.

There's no one else who could.

The only one is you.

If you change your mind, I will understand.

It'll just take time to go back to being friends.

Don't be afraid to hold it close.

PINK PONY CLUB

I know you wanted me to stay.

I can't ignore the crazy visions of me in *Place*.

I heard that there's a special place where boys and girls can all be queens every single day.

I'm having wicked dreams of leaving.

I swear it's calling me.

Won't make my mama proud.

It's gonna cause a scene.

I know she's gonna scream.

God, what have you done?

I'm just having fun.

It's where I belong.

I'm gonna keep on dancing.

Every night's another reason why I left it all.

I thank my wicked dreams.

You've been too good to me.

Don't think I've left you all behind.

You're always on my mind.

I can hear your southern drawl a thousand miles away.

NAKED IN MANHATTAN

I know you just landed.

I know you're probably busy but I would love to see you.

Call me when you can.

I'll never cross the line.

I pushed you down a million times.

I'd love if you knew you were on my mind.

Boys suck and girls I've never tried.

We both know we're getting drunk tonight.

Touch me, baby.

Put your lips on mine

Could go to hell but we'll probably be fine.

I know you want it.

You can have it.

I've never done it.

Let's make it cinematic

I wanna know, baby, what is it like?

An inch away from more than just friends.

If I don't try, then it's my loss.

Won't you fucking touch me?

I just want to touch you.

I want all of your love.

CALIFORNIA

I stretched myself across four states.

I trade amber clay roads for the sea foam and the endless sun rays.

I was never told that I wasn't gonna get the things I want the most.

If it hasn't happened yet, then maybe you should go.

Come get me out.

Thought I'd be cool in here.

I'd make you proud

To think I almost had it going, but I let you down.

Too hard to find reasons to stay.

GUILTY PLEASURES

Learned it on the internet.

Wild thoughts that make me melt.

Sometimes I scare myself.

I can't help what I can't help.

So shame on me, and shame on you.

I fantasize what we would do.

How would it taste?

Some good girls do bad things too.

I want this like a cigarette.

Can we drag it out and never quit?

Oh my god, you are heaven sent.

You give me guilty plеasure.

You're a pothead.

You're a cinephile.

It's been awhile since you turned up the dial.

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theobsessedcookiefan · 7 months

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I ALMOST FORGOT HELP 😭

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"If I die then I'll die looking into your eyes."

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Part four: Finding a treasure.

After my neighbor's warning I pondered her request; to stay home until next month's purification, of course until then I would have her voice and that color so intense and so beautiful in my mind non-stop... Yeah no I don't think I can resist.

After a few days where I tried to use all my willpower not to search for him, I found a book in that library that showed a map where the end point was a symbol of a tree... Destiny? Yes! Maybe it was my destiny to find the tree, without thinking too much I packed several things in my travel backpack, food and things for emergencies, also a first aid kit just in case, I didn't want to lose a leg half way in and that my story would end there. When the moon reached its highest point I put a hood over my head, took a small dagger that I hid in it and began my journey, probably this was a key point to achieve my search of the tree since the previous time had been at night as well.

I started to walk faster as soon as I left my village behind, I knew that in case someone saw me they would take me back to my house and ruin my search so I could not allow it; hours after continuing walking I found the first landmark, a silver bridge that in my opinion was very nice, the details were beautiful and seemed from another world.

Of course I stopped to rest and eat a few minutes several times, I did not want to faint and die of starvation without having completed my search; in one of these breaks I could see several colorful birds fluttering around me, it felt so.... Unreal, as if everything was a fairy tale.... Even the leaves on the trees seemed to light up.

After several hours of walking I finally caught a glimpse of the blessed tree and I was really excited, so much so that I unintentionally stepped in water; the lake, of course, I moved a little away from it and then I started to call out to it. "Excuse me umm, fake voice, are you there?" I called but nothing, not a voice, obviously I didn't give up and continued. "Mister mysterious voice! Are you there? I have a question!" After several minutes of trying I sat on the edge of the lake, that's where I had seen him the last time I guess, I really didn't know what I was thinking but something was pushing me to want to go in again, it was like being in a trance and I could only obey so I entered the lake with no other choice; there everything was dark and the water was a dark color, well there I wasn't there either so I had no choice but to go out, just a moment.... Again something was holding my leg? A seaweed? Damn it, they always stick at the worst moment, I took it off my leg and tried to get out again, only to see that now there were several of them holding me down, although when I saw them more closely.... They were not algae, it was hands...

Scared I tried to get out with more strength, I was running out of oxygen and began to panic, that was until a voice suggested me to give up, after all I would not make it, maybe he was right ... I was not strong enough to leave, no... What am I saying? Of course not! Again I regained my consciousness and took the dagger from my hood, stabbing the hands to be released so I could return to the surface, once there I began to cough and expel the water from my lungs until I felt something lift me by my hood, now hanging in the air I could see him again, he was definitely as beautiful as my dreams made me imagine. I didn't even care that he was as big as the tree itself. "I thought I gave you a chance to live, what a stubborn head you have.." He said and I just smiled. "And I beat your mind control! That's got to give me another point. But that's not why I'm here, I need answers, why did you leave me alive if you're supposed to need my Life Powder?" I asked, crossing my arms as my feet moved in the air. He seemed to be amused by the question as he laughed and quite a bit, almost causing me to fall over as he was still holding me. "You're risking your life to find out why I forgave her? Your level of stupidity is... Impressive! I never thought any cookie would return to the place of their death." He said as he brought his face close to mine.

"I only left you alive because I thought you were a little funny, I must admit you are such an idiot that you make me not want to crumble you so fast, so I'll gladly answer your little simple minded questions." He finally set me down; he could have been more careful though, he dropped me from a small height which hurt a little- I wasn't going to let it be that clearly so as he sat down I asked him. "So your name is?" was the first question I asked him and he simply raised an eyebrow with an expression of disbelief and some anger. "You don't know me? Then why was all the great show I did back in the day if everyone is going to forget it?" Wow, this guy sure has an ego of his size.... Before I could say anything else he cleared his throat and crossed his arms.

"If I was free I would have made the best presentation possible." Wait what?! "What do you mean, you're free? You're right here!" he let out a small laugh at my question. "Of course not, it's only part of me that's free, half of my powers are still sealed in the damn tree." After that he smiled, a little too wide for my liking and touched my chest. "That's why I need the Life Powder from you. Then I'll be free and finally be able to give earthbread the best show they could ever put on!" He said as he put his hand back on his own waist. "Oh and I didn't answer your question hm? Well I am the one, the only, the only and the handsome Shadow Milk Cookie! The greatest actor and play director you've ever met!" he sounded so sure of himself that I just played along, clapping my hands, he seemed to like me. "Hurray?" I said simply not to get on his bad side, he really was intimidating, beautiful but scary because of his size.

"Exactly! That's how they should applaud when I am on stage." He said proudly but then focused on me, sounding somewhat serious when he spoke again. "You know something? I'd be happy to have you as an audience but you're really playing for your life here, you'll die a horrible death if you keep dealing with forces you don't understand." Ha! It wasn't going to work that trick on me. "Don't try to intimidate me with threats, I actually sought you out on my own!" I replied with a smile before his voice turned completely cold. "It wasn't a threat, it's a fact." He told me and everything went dark again, he asks to see that there were thousands of blue eyes looking in my direction.

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#cookie run #cookie run x reader #crk x reader #shadow milk cookie #FakeLightAu

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amoneki-ramblings · 9 months

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this is a pass to do a couple things:

finish the manga!!! u can do it so u can follow all the other blogs without getting blindsided by a spoiler

do the ship ask thingy for amoneki :]

Gahh I'm trying !! I'm so busy with school and life stuff so it's hard to squeeze in time to read but I'm trying! I'm getting through volumes very slowly but hey, I'll get there ! Just. Well. There's 16 volumes so. Okay it might take a bit orz

For now I'll just be in my little fandom limbo corner I suppose orz, as for the ask thingy:

when I started shipping it if I did: Several months ago, probably a few months short of a year? It's a bit complicated, Basically I decided to rewatch the anime (because my original exposure to tg was. the anime :') ) and vaguely remembered that I really liked Amon (honestly the encounter at Kanou's Lab/Cochlea was one of the scenes I remembered the most), and after rewatching and seeing Amon and Kaneki's interactions they piqued my interest again. Then I got into the manga and. Yeah that interest turned into insanity and now i'm here

my thoughts: Well I have a 119-slide 15K+-word google slideshow for starters. But I'm taking that to my grave so I guess I gotta condense that somehow. On one hand I feel like everything needs to be said about these two to the point that there's too much to talk about but also nothing needs to be said at the same time. They parallel each other in just about every way possible, it's impossible to ignore the ways that they foil each other. They also have had irreversible effects on the others' character. Kaneki finds resolve in Amon's words ('the world is wrong'), and turns to them at pivotal moments (when he leaves Anteiku, Kaneki's own mantra is also basically a derivative of Amon's, wishing to take out the "bad/wrong" things in the world, and he basically takes them to his grave, "The world is wrong", Amon's own words, being his opening to his final dialogue in the last chapter of the original series)

Similarily Amon is just haunted by Kaneki. Like. In general. He thinks about him constantly (even under more mundane circumstances, in the novels he gets reminded of Kaneki just by staring out a window because it reminded him of the Aogiri raid. lmao). Kaneki is basically the catalyst to his character development, and Amon is constantly bothered by his presence/existence, and even comes to recognize how they always encounter each other at important moments. Amon is so haunted by This Guy (creature) it's both a little funny but also makes me very insane. He's basically being a failure of a ghoul investigator, and it's even more ironic, given his hatred of himself for being raised by and potentially caring about a ghoul (also he's catholic, something something religious guilt), yet he seems to have a lot of faith in Kaneki, even to a faulty degree (I'd daresay it's almost to the point where he puts Kaneki on a bit of a pedestal/idolizes him to an extent. I have a whole other ramble about Just that on the self-rb'ed half of this post. Like I'm sorry but Amon definitely fell hard for this guy I'll die on this hill and I'm going to poke fun at him endlessly for it, he could've done so much better, he starts off the manga hating ghouls with a passion and his mentor's disdain for ghouls runs ten times as deep but nope now he's chasing after the dangerous somewhat unhinged (/affectionate) half kakuja guy and it's not even to fight/kill him like okay, sure.) They have affected each other in irreversible ways. They reflect each other so much even if they don't know it. They just want to sit down and have a conversation. They didn't get to. And instead They Killed Each Other (okay not really but it was very close and they absolutely could, not that they want that) ((It's also partially Kaneki's fault for losing control of himself and he feels awful for that (sidenote but any scenario with Centineki and Amon make me lose my mind))). They're also married by first-encounter marriage bite, apparently. I think we should talk about that more that's kinda?? Donato approves btw

What makes me happy about them: Everything that makes me miserable about them makes me simultaneously happy about them because I am an Angst Guy but honestly just how much they clearly respect each other. While they're not allowed to understand each other because of their circumstances they still very much Want to. They recognize that they probably share a lot of views and could really have a meaningful conversation with each other, and it really shows, even if they're fighting. Amon again has a surprising amount of trust in Kaneki (not assuming he's fighting for Aogiri when he saw him during the ward 11 battle, having faith in Kaneki as a person even if he just saw him potentially killing his superior and being presented with the possibility that maybe he was just being fooled all along, when he's nearly dying at Kaneki's own hands but says he won't die because that would make Kaneki a murderer, having faith still that he hasn't turned into one). They recognize that they're equals (well technically they're not, obviously Kaneki is much stronger objectively, being a ghoul, and a kakuja at that), but they treat each other as equals and that's what really matters. I just think it's a very neat dynamic and their roundabout way of caring about each other despite their positions makes me happy :)

What makes me sad about them: I was gonna put images but then I quickly realized that I'd basically be pasting almost all of chapter 133-134 just uh. The fact that Kaneki really lost control of himself and the parallel with him biting Amon's shoulder escalates to him cutting off his entire fucking arm, the way that Amon's first thought in regards to that is simply that Kaneki is strong, how he doesn't reprimand him for it whatsoever (also Amon's blow pretty much takes out the entire area of where Kaneki's kakuhou should be, which is a detail I find Extremely Interesting and I think it should genuinely be talked about more). This fucking line that happened literally the panel before all of that despite their mutual wishes for the other to simply Not Die:

Amoneki divorce. Absolutely life ruining :thumbsup:

(Also just. Again Amon Please. This guy bit your shoulder (probably gave Amon rabies honestly) and almost ate one of your colleagues; when he loses control of himself for the second time you just tell him to take a break, and now he's cut off your whole damn arm and you're Still not complaining and are instead praising him by calling him strong. I just. Yeah that's Not Normal. It's kind of impressive, really /derogatory)

Oh yeah also the fight at Kanou's lab also kills me and takes over my brain constantly but I wouldn't classify that as making me sad I would classify that as making me lose my mind, laugh hysterically and start climbing up and clawing at the walls (like Centineki, actually)

things done in fanfic that annoys me: Maybe I'm just extremely picky but I feel like people tend to fumble Amon's characterization a lot. It's kind of a fine line, and Amon has a lot of conflicting feelings as is, so I get it, but I'm especially bothered when Amon is written as way too harsh. When he's first introduced he has a strong hatred for ghouls, and it's not like that just goes away, but when he's written as especially harsh or even cruel towards Kaneki, especially if it's just because for him being a ghoul it feels like it kind of defeats the point, as Kaneki is supposed to be the reason why Amon starts changing his mind. When Amon sees him for the second time he doesn't think about fighting him at all, even that early on he decides he wants to talk instead, 'cause He's Different. I don't see this kind of characterization too often but I don't really vibe with it at all when I do (Also this is definitely just a me-thing but I wish there was more angst in the tag. Which is ironic considering these guys are surprisingly normal most of the time and have so much potential to be actually Happy but uh *vague hand gestures*, hurt-comfort would also be a decent compromise)

things I look for in fanfic: I love pre-:re fics that explore the complicated-ness of their dynamic. I'm really fond of fics where they kind of dance around each other in a sense, they won't just straight up completely directly interact because that's Still a bit dangerous but they see each other in passing, maybe Kaneki watches over Amon sometimes, etc. Also you probably saw this coming a mile away but yeah religious references mean instant bonus points from me. I could go into some (too much) detail but. uh. stares down at my feet look I'm normal I swear

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Saying Amonhaise is definitely cheating but I'm not really invested in any other Amon ships. I'm not particularly against any I'm just neutral. As for Kaneki, like I mentioned in a previous post, I see potential with Etoken, and it's pretty hard to go wrong with Hidekane, though neither drive me to insanity like these two do at the moment

My happily ever after for them: Let them finally officiate their marriage ghsfdljbhf

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Well that's pretty easy huh. Kaneki small spoon he is a Little Guy just let him feel comfortable and secure y'know? Kaneki is probably someone who runs very cold and Amon is very warm so it works out :) If he's super tired he very carefully (and cautiously) wraps his kagune around Amon he will now be Trapped there until Kaneki wants to get out of bed (good luck)

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Well I would say that Kaneki loves cooking for Amon probably. He makes food at home and tries to make new sweets following recipe books. It's a bit of a mess because y'know, he's a ghoul, and at first Amon tries to hide that, unfortunately, his previous experience with cooking does Not, in fact, hide the fact that he cannot taste or smell human food, but eventually Kaneki is able to get a hang of it (with Amon's help) and it's very nice :) That's what I would say but. well. Amon is Also a Ghoul now so that doesn't really work :')

#asks #ipsen #tokyo ghoul #tg #amon koutarou #kaneki ken #koutarou amon #ken kaneki #amoneki #amoneki ramblings #so. it took me like 3 hours to write this. it's approaching 1:30 am i have school tomorrow man orz (worth it)#anyways um yeah i'm normal definitely i think #ha ha. hghsdljfbhsdflhbfldbhsdfoubhserb #i. don't run this through a word counter i talk a lot (too much)#h. aha. haha 1.5k+ word response?? i have no idea what you're talking about #i don't think there's anything that needs to be elaborated on but uh #if there's something i mentioned that you want more details on i'll probably end up having another 1-500 word response for it #tomorrow though i need to go to sleep holy shit #most sane amoneki fan right here (definitely not lying) :))#they're just neat. i think #i got another ship ask for amoneki but obviously i just answered that. maybe i'll answer it with amonhaise instead?? we'll see :3c #thank you for indulging in the madness i had fun (i need to be Stopped)

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Like a hole in my head: An antidote to panic

So I've been thinking about everyone's reactions to Trump getting shot at, and especially the doomer "Oh, it's so joever" shit. And I think the most useful observation I can make is that the problem we're facing isn't the certainty of a bad future--it's the lack of any certainty at all. We don't know what's going to happen. None of us CAN know.

And we are not coping well.

Humans HATE uncertainty. We have all kinds of cognitive shortcuts and biases to protect us from having to sit with uncertainty, so when it's genuinely unavoidable, we kind of lose our little monkey minds.

But lucky for you, I am an expert on uncertainty. I've had to be, because I have a hole in my head.

The details aren't terribly important, but the short version is: due to a hilarious fuckup in an otherwise lifesaving experimental surgery I received as a tiny premature infant, I have a skull that is about 85% bone, 13% plastic, and 2% fuckall. The hole has skin and hair over it, so it's not visible, but anyone running their fingers over that part of my scalp will find their fingertips dipping into a dent that's about the right size for me to have been whacked in the head with a golf ball. The hole itself is either dime-sized or quarter-sized, depending on the X-ray you prefer.

The technical term for my condition is "stable", which means it's not changing. Stable is not healthy or safe, merely consistent. And my point of stability is that I'm basically fine ... right up until something bonks me on the head just right. Like, say, a cupboard door. Or an elbow. Or a book falling off a shelf. In that case, I might die before I hit the floor, on account of the whole "no brain armor in that spot" situation.

I'm 40 years old, so you might wonder why this hasn't been fixed, but the answer is the look on doctors' faces when the phrase "elective neurosurgery" is uttered.

Anyway.

I've lived my entire life knowing there was a pretty good chance that I'd get out of bed some morning and not make it back to my pillow that night. And at first, that uncertainty was paralyzing. It's hard to see the point of starting college, for example, if you might not live to graduate. Then again, if you think too hard about that, you won't do anything at all, and that's not great either. And this situation is stable, and therefore unlikely to improve! Certainty isn't coming, at least not for me. Not certainty of long life, not certainty of imminent death.

So let me introduce you to the question that enables me to function, the question I ask myself when contemplating any new endeavor more ambitious than cooking something new for dinner.

"Is this worth dying in the middle of?"

It's a hell of a perspective check, and the answer will vary from one person and situation to the next, but it's profoundly useful. I got two college degrees on the belief that education was a noble pursuit in itself, and even a half-finished one would look better in my obituary than the lack. I write books because even an unfinished novel can be good art. I decided a couple of years ago to pursue finding a partner because I think love is worth dying in the middle of. And who knows? I might not die. Imagine that. I might even finish.

When I start, I tell myself: Maybe I'll finish something great. Maybe I'll die in the middle of it. But even if I do, what a thing to have died in the middle of! All I have to do is keep going, and if I don't die first, the thing will be accomplished. And I have a lot of practice at keeping going.

So let me ask you: what can you start (or continue) doing that's worth dying in the middle of? Are you organizing? That's worth dying in the middle of--any amount of organizing is better than none. Working to get out the vote? Win or lose, that work will be a foundation for whatever comes next. Running mutual aid? People need that all the time, no matter who's president.

So you get up in the morning, and you do the work, and you go to bed one day closer to finishing, one more day of not being dead. As the poet says, thus do we refute entropy.

There's a funny thing about life with a hole in my head: it's made me realize that, metaphorically speaking, everyone has one. Oh, maybe your skull is a more standard model than mine, but you're not guaranteed a live bedtime either. You could get hit by a bus today, or a blood vessel in your brain could explode, or you could suddenly discover a new and violent allergy with no epipen in sight.

You live in uncertainty too. You always have. You just don't get a reminder every time you run your fingers through your hair.

So take it from someone who can't forget her constant existential dread even if she wants to: you can do a lot one day at a time, especially if it's worth dying in the middle.

#us politics #chronic illness #cw surgery #cw death #cw injury

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Sarah Z released a new video on Buffy Season 6 - looks like she isn't the only one doing a recent Buffy binge, great minds Sarah! Given her long track record as a Buffy lover I give her props for finally going all in and making a project of it. As is going to be a surprise to no one, I am pretty middling on this video - lets go to the random thoughts:

--- My first comment on this was going be a bit of a question mark around its title, "In Defense of Buffy's Most Hated Season". Season 6? Most hated? Sure you not thinking of Season 4? Or Season 1? Season 6 is very consistently ranked as a higher Season by most - no Season 5 or 3, sure, but normally top 3 or 4. Its a bit of a "cultural baggage" idea - because of, hm, reasons, it was an extremely controversial season back in the day. But removed from its airing that drama faded away, and particularly given that season 6's musical episode is one of the most lasting legacies of the show, now it stands on its merits and is generally liked. Sarah even almost accidentally cops to that with one of her example reddit posts, from a Season 6 hater but who frames that as a hot take:

However, looks like we agree, because Sarah changed the name of the video! Now its called "You Should Watch Buffy Season 6". I respect and empathize, honestly, realizing the cultural consensus has changed can take some time.

--- For a movie review about defending Season 6, it actually spends half of its analytical run-time criticizing it. And I was not swayed by these - which I am sad about, I have my critiques of the season too. Just trying to explain why the following thoughts are about criticisms, given the title.

--- Does anyone out there interpret Riley's departure in Season 5, and one-episode return in Season 6, as Buffy "losing a good man, and being shown the life she could have had married to him if she didn't screw up"? Because that is what Sarah thinks, and that to me is a buck wild take. Riley is not a subtle character, its pretty much a defining trait of his. Pretty sure his departure in Season 5 is him leaving a bad relationship, that is bad for him and Buffy, and Buffy realizing too late that she was letting pride and self-involvement get in the way of fixing it. Not that it necessarily could be fixed, or should be, just that that was the source. And in season 6 - this to me can't be any clearer - Riley's point in returning is to highlight that he, who was in an awful place in Season 5, got better. He got over it. He's strong even when he doesn't look it. And Buffy is too. She will get over it. Its why she breaks up with Spike at the end of the episode - Buffy realizes she is still strong, she can be way she 'used' to be. It does not forgive Riley's mistakes, or is even about any of that? This is a very weird take. Honestly I want to know if others have this take, tell me if you do.

--- This very weird take by the way comes from the "misogyny" moments that the video constantly alludes to, which tie back into Joss Whedon's behavior, which I want to flag here. I'll admit that from what I have seen of the evidence, while Joss does come off like a huge asshole on set, I actually haven't seen much of a case for a lot more than that. Some people see him as this like uber-predator and I don't know where that is coming from. So I might be biased a bit here, lacking that heft of conviction.

But I still think this is generally correct - someone's personal behavior is an extremely imperfect reflection of their writing chops. Some of the most insightful prose of all time was writing for crass monetization; serial abusers have written, in spades, the most complex and well-realized victim protagonists. Writing is a skill, not a morality trait. Personal action impacts writing, sure, but not in ways that *align* with morality. The fact that Joss Whedon was an asshole on set does not mean the writing on Buffy reflects misogynist abuse. Xander isn't a misogynist - when he is mad at Anya for sleeping with Spike he is portrayed by the narrative as a clear asshole. Riley isn't portrayed as a perfect boyfriend, dude fucking pays vampires to bite him! This all in your head! You don't have to like prove Joss Whedon is a bad dude through textual analysis. His work can still be #girlboss feminism, there is no contradiction there.

--- This will be brief, but I feel like we are past the weird 2010's hiccup of thinking "fridging" is a problem, right? This is about Tara's death, ofc. Stories aren't real life, in stories some characters are way more important than others. Side characters exist, very often, to further the arcs of those main characters. One of them dying as part of a main character's arc is completely normal. Its weird I feel I have to explain this; I don't really, right? Tara is not killed off on a whim; she dies because Willow has a season-long arc of tipping over the edge on magic power, its a lot about her relationship with Tara, and her death pushes her over the brink. I'll admit I find Dark!Willow's execution to be a bit weak, but that's its own problem; the motive is solid. This is how stories work.

--- Additionally, I think there is a big, but a bit unnoticed, shift in what "works" in media around character deaths. When Joss Whedon killed Tara in Buffy - and more notably killed Wash in Serenity - he was doing a deliberate "no one is safe" thing. It became a meme, actually!

Meme-ing about Joss Whedon man, right there in the garbage dumb of the past alongside Harry Potter memes shitting on Twilight thinking its the better franchise; life comes at you fast. But anyway this was a "big thing" to happen - audiences were shocked by it! It had dramatic impact.

Then Game of Thrones happened and this got turned up to 11, and the general plot twist even more of a meme. But meanwhile, TV changed in the background; entire seasons were getting dumped at once on streaming, everything was becoming "high context" with actors live tweeting their own set experiences, fandoms got more involved and contextual, "water-cooler" shows everyone was talking about faded due to audience separation, all sorts of shit. Which meant that the "kill a main character" thing stopped being powerful - it was overplayed, spoilers were more common, it didn't "air" as a standalone episode everyone talked about. The reason to kill off a character to raise the stakes faded away.

Which means when people go back and say things like "oh I loved Tara why kill her", its...well for one Amber Benson wanted to leave the show. But additionally you can't see the power it had in 2002. TV was different then, it wanted different things.

--- To give something positive, while I think Spike's attempted rape of Buffy is a strong writing choice - very in character for Spike, and its fine that it is primarily about his arc and not Buffy's because its a story, that is how these things work - I do agree that Buffy's response to the event is just not explored enough. It comes up multiple times of course, even in Season 7, but it also gets swamped by plot events in Season 6 with Willow, its not given room to breathe.

This imo relates to the fact that the pacing of the event is a bit wonky - Spike & Buffy had been on the outs for many episodes at that point, there wasn't this strong inciting incident for it. If it had happened much closer to their breakup, in a more focused arc, it would have had more narrative impact and allowed time for both of them to respond to it. I get that they had a lot of plot balls to juggle at that point, but still, missed opportunity I think.

Okay I had more thoughts but I am tired, I think that covers my most interesting complaints/observations anyway.

#buffy

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itspdameronthings · 7 months

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in Loving memory

Summary: here is my entry to@triplefrontier-anniversary celebration. This is a really sad one. sorry about that. this is a tribute for one of our own ,@aellynera who is now with the angels. She was one of a kind . Hope she loves this. she loved Oscar. Most of us knew she loved Triple frontier ,and anything with oscar. ha ha!

the fic deals with him mourning his love.

Wish people would stop asking how I am doing. Want to be alone! Let me fucking be! Let me grieve in my own way! Others never lose the love of their life like me. My Alleycat. One of a kind. Talented writer . Yeah. She loved to write short stories. Did that to take her mind off her illness. I found out about it four years ago when she would get sick a lot. Doctors ran test after test. Until … she was in a coma! Scared me half to death. Prayed for more time with her. Wishing Columbia never happened. Took me away from her! God! Why ! Why you called her home so fucking soon! Took my dad ( Which I didn't have to say goodbye to!) Took me years to get past the hurt. Feel so alone! What now!?

Haven't left our room since the funeral. That was the hardest thing to do. Say bye to my heart. Others are part of me. My Ying to my Yang. Treasure the moments we shared last year from going to a Broadway show in New York that stars her favorite actor. Okay, I saw why she likes him. Told me he looks like me. Smile at the memory. Oh Ally girl, wished we had more time together. Make even more memories. I’ll treasure them always. No matter what. I'll never find anyone like you darling. Promise you that.

I'm watching Revenge of Jolly right now. Try to laugh. Haven't been able to do that. I remember coming home from a horrible day. She was watching it. Okay.. kind of corny.

I watched it,and oh shit! Was so corny.

After the movie. I play some of her music. Oh how she loved the 70’s and 80’s. Her taste was all over the place! Like Dan Reed network. Played it a lot. Some country. Oh how she loved when I sing. Even with Benny. Speaking of him. Oh how he misses her. Like his big sister. Always teaming up to tease the shit out of me. Will and Frankie too loved her as well.

Her family gave me space that I needed. Mention if I need anything to let them know. That's sweet. Even Benny's girl, Paige comes by with food ,and tries to clean the house. Which looks like inside my head. She is grieving like me. Both of them were close. Like the same things. Same kind of sass. Which is comforting. On this day Paige brought me a note Ally wrote before she passed. Said for me to read it. Cant! Cant fucking do it! What can she possibly tell me that I already know! Paige told me it would help the healing process. Putting it on my nightstand for the time being.

Few days later Will texted me to come over for a surprise get together at his place. Others will be there. Too soon! Not ready to go out! Oh got a text from Paige:

Paige: Look, I know what you are going through. Been in your position when my dad passed away. Couldn't function. Took me awhile to realize that my dad didn't want me to wallow.

Santi: wallow? Think I'm wallowing?

Paige: a little. Have to get out at some point okay? Ally wouldn't want you to be sad forever. Have a lot of people in your corner. Besides, I need you at the gathering. So does Benny.

Santi: Oh.. the gathering has to do wop,ith you two?

Paige : maybe.

Maybe she said. Just like Ally . So secretive. Guess I have to bite the bullet,and read the letter. Sitting in my worn out, black leather chair. Starting to read:

My Santi baby( hot sauce) ,

Wrote this before my condition got so bad that I couldn't communicate anymore. Wanna tell you I love you soo much. Have been the love of my life for a long time, baby. Sorry for worrying you so much about my illness. Always there when I told you about it. So grateful for that.

Have a request for you. Live life to the fullest,but first thing first.

Get your knees checked out! Don't let it go too long! Hate to see you in pain. Do it for me. Secondly, it's okay to love someone new. Want you to be happy. It's okay to love someone else. Thirdly, let the others take care of you. I mean it! Have been a leader far too long. Let them take some of the slack okay?

Last thing my love I treasure all of the time we shared in our short time together. Never in my wildest dreams we found each other. Be strong .

Hold the note close to my heart. Tears fell again. Thinking about what I have to do. First thing. Time to get cleaned up. Meaning shaving my scruffy face.

Took a breath as I knocked on ironhead’s door. Benny opened the door. Hugging me so tight I couldn't breath. Others hugged me. Even Paige. Asked me if I was okay. Squeezed her tiny hands and told her I read the letter . Told her I'll do what she says.

Benny made his special announcement. Him and Paige are getting married. So happy for them . Hope both of them have a wonderful life together. Looking up at the evening sky knowing she is in heaven watching. Guiding not just me,but all of the people she cares about.

#triple frontier #santiago garcia x reader #oscar isaac #@triplefrontier-anniversary

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The Witch

part 11

warnings: blood, slight aggression, smut

I slipped out of Hal's grasp. It felt wrong to kiss each other in the presence of Aldous, barely holding onto life in his bed. Hal caught my hand before I had the chance to fully escape.

"What troubles you, Ellara?" Hal asked.

My mind was racing with thoughts. Will the wounds I packed on Aldous' abdomen heal or fester with infection, leading him to a quicker death? His blood was still caked on my skin. I could feel it then more than before. I needed it off. I began scratching at my skin with my free hand. Truth be told, I was scared in this moment. After a certain amount of time in Hal's castle, I knew things between us would intensify, though, I had been avoiding that moment. The moment that I knew would come at some point in my life. The moment I would lie with a man and let him have me in ways no other had before. But even that thought seemed like one that wasn't true. During my stay, I discovered something about myself. Deep inside, I always knew that there were parts of me that felt...lost. Lapses of memories, forgotten moments in time. Hal spoke of knowing me. Why couldn't I remember it?

"Nothing. I need to wash this blood off of me."

I rounded the corner, sloshing through blood that still needed to be cleaned up. I shuddered as it stained my gown further. How did Aldous survive losing this much blood? I resist the urge to turn around and touch up his dressings. It's only when Hal pulls me back into him that I realize how quickly I'm walking.

"Ellara, slow down. Tell me what is wrong."

Hal stopped, forcing me to turn to face him. The early morning sun had come up, illuminating his face and showing me how tired he looked. Blood splattered on his face; soil smeared across his forehead, but most of all a look of complete and utter knowing. It infuriated me. Before I could stop myself, I shoved him against the wall of the hallway.

"Why can't I remember?" I screamed, my voice echoing, bouncing off the walls of the sleeping castle.

Hal stood there, looking at me. He opened his mouth to speak but shut it again. He knew something

"Damn it all!" I shoved him again, pounding my fists into his chest. He took every punch; every shove I threw at him he took until I was a crying mess against him. "I just want to remember you. I want to remember us," I sobbed.

"I know, Ell. I know." He ran a dirty hand down my back, smoothing my matted hair as he did. "There is nothing I can do that can bring those memories back to you. I have prayed on it a hundred times over. I have wished you back into my arms every second of every day, but listen to me," he said. He brought his hands to my face and pulled it up, forcing me to look at him. "I will love you twice as fiercely as I did before for a whisper of a chance that you'll love me back half as much as you did the first time. And I'll take what you give me. I'll cherish it forever, because there are not many men in this kingdom or several kingdoms over who can say they got a second chance at something they thought they lost forever."

Hal pressed his lips against mine, kissing me with an intensity that made my knees weak. Sensing this, Hal scooped me up and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. He sloshed through the rest of the blood and kissed me the entire way to his chamber, only setting me down to undress me in his washroom. There was already room temperature water in his claw-footed bathtub that I bathed in only a few months prior minutes before I thought I was going to die. It felt so long ago now.

Hal untied the last knot in my gown and the red stained fabric fell the floor, pooling around my feet. I crossed my arms over my bare chest, my skin prickling tightly with goosebumps. Hal's eyes traced over my body. Normally, I'd have felt exposed and uncomfortable, but the look on Hal's face made me feel anything but.

"Do...do you remember when-"

"No," I interrupted him, knowing what he was going to ask. "I don't remember anything."

Hal frowned slightly. "You don't remember," he stepped slowly and cautiously over to me, as if a sudden movement would send me running. "That I took your virginity on a bed of wildflowers?" His thumb hooked onto my chin, lifting my face up to him. "For hours"

"I...I have dreamed about it," I whispered, remembering the dreams I had after the drink Circe gave me that night a few weeks ago."

"Have you?" Hal asked. My eyes were closed, but I could hear the smile in his voice.

"I... I thought they were dreams. They must've been memories."

Hal smiled wider against my lips as me kissed me. Then his hands were working his clothes, unbuttoning and unclipping what held his clothes onto his body until he was standing completely naked before me. I scanned his body with my eyes, ignoring the blood stains, but taking notice of a scar on his abdomen, similar to the one currently on Aldous'. I made a mental note to ask him about it later as my eyes traveled lower. I gasped at his size, immediately wondering how all of that was supposed to fit inside of me.

Hal lifted his leg and stepped inside of the tub, lowering himself down into the water. He winced as he slid down, until his knees poked out of the already dirtying water.

Hal motioned for me to join him. "Let me wash you, my Ellara."

I joined him in the tub, feeling my cheeks heat as his already hard cock brushed up against my back. I leaned my head back against his chest, my feet barely touched the other side of the tub, while Hal's long and lean body seemed cramped up in the large tub. It made me smile and it made me feel safe as his hands began to wander.

"How I've missed the feel of you, Ellara," Hal whispered. The water, now a reddish-brown color as it cleaned off the massive amounts of blood and soil off of our bodies, concealed where his hands were traveling, so every feel of him on my body was a surprise. His hands cupped my breasts, massaging and squeezing them so tenderly it made my legs fall open automatically. I pressed my back against him, feeling his cock press against my backside, and moaned at his touch. "And I remember all the things that made you shiver, my Ellara, all the ways to touch you that made you whimper like a little kitten, begging for more." Hal's fingers circled my nipples, hardening them into mounds in the now warm water. I could feel myself become wetter as he talked and touched. I whined as he pinched both nipples. "There's my favorite little sound. I've dreamed of that sound. I've thought of that sound as I take my cock in my hand and stroke it every night that you've been away from me, Ellara." Hal shifted in the tub, rubbing his shaft against my back. He groaned a low and throaty sound at the small movement. "I spill my seed everywhere but where it's supposed to go."

"Hal," I whispered, his words alone were enough to make me want to come.

"Do you know where it is supposed to go?" Hal asked as his hands leave my breasts and travel lower. He skipped my heat and rubbed my inner thighs, right next to it, trailing his fingers up and down against my soft skin. I let out a soft moan, attempting to spread my legs wider, but my knees hit the sides of the tub.

"W-where?" I somehow form the word.

Hal let out a soft, devious chuckle while he let one finger make its way to my clit. He circled it once and said, "inside this perfect, pretty cunt of yours."

Hal circled my clit with his index finger, maintaining an agonizing pace until I'm just before coming. My back arched, lifting away from his chest and his hard cock still pressed against it, until he removes his finger, chasing away my orgasm with it.

I whined in protest, only to be answered with a kiss on my neck and a laugh from Hal.

"Let me wash your hair first, and then I'll pleasure you until you cannot take it anymore."

Hal washed my hair for what felt like hours, removing every ounce of dirt, blood and any other grime that had built up since my last bath. He untangled and unmatted every strand of hair with his fingers until it was as soft as it had ever been before. He rushed through washing his hair, claiming it didn't need as much work. Then we were out of the tub, he dried me with a towel and carried me to his bed, where he laid me out and spread my legs open wide. He wasted no time with words or explanations. He pressed his mouth against my cunt and licked a warm stripe up my slit, instantly earing a loud moan from me. He used the tip of his tongue to flick the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing my thighs to shake immediately. If this is one of the things he was talking about that made me whimper like a kitten before, I believed him.

"You like that?" Hal asked, kissing the inside of my thighs while I moaned for more. He sucked my clit into his mouth, and slowly inserted his finger inside of me, pumping in and out gently. Soon, he added another, followed by a curving motion inside. It was too much, I felt like I was going to explode. My back arched off of his bed and my legs spread wider as he quickened the pace of his fingers.

"H-hal, please," I begged, for what I wasn't sure.

"Yes, my Queen, that's it, come for me."

The pressure building in my stomach plummeted and I moaned loudly as the best feeling I had ever felt washed over me. I saw stars as I came, feeling myself shake. And before I could recover completely, Hal was on top of me. Kissing me back to reality. His tongue wrapped around mine. He kissed me so passionately and hungrily, he groaned as I slid back on the bed, opening my legs for him to fit in between them. I felt his cock sitting at my entrance and I knew he'd push himself inside of me in any moment. I pressed my hand onto his stomach, halting him for a moment.

"Ellara, are you well?" He asked me, sudden concern in his voice.

"I...I don't remember how it was before. Is it going to hurt?" I asked quietly.

Hal was quiet for a moment, thinking of what to say. He licked his lips before he spoke. "I have only ever laid with you, Ellara, and I can tell you, the last time I claimed you, you loved every second of it, there was no talk of it hurting."

I nodded and removed my hand his stomach.

"I will try to go slow, but it has been a very long time for me, so I cannot promise you how long I will be able to control myself."

"I trust you," I said to him and pulled his face into mine, kissing him as he began to push inside of me.

I hissed in pain as the first few inches of his cock stretch me. He felt like he was pushing in forever, but when he finally bottomed out, he went still and his eyes went wide.

"This will be much harder that I thought," he admitted.

"What is wrong?" "You feel...indescribable, Ellara. I'm not sure how long I'll be able to last. If I move this minute, I will come immediately."

I can't help but laugh.

"Are you laughing at me?" He asks, trying not to laugh himself.

"No, no of course not," I say as I place a small, but deep kiss to his lips. "It is nice to see my King so vulnerable though."

"Is it?"

I feel Hal begin to slide out of me, and instantly I am bothered by how empty I feel. The feeling doesn't last long, because slowly, he pushes back inside. I feel him against the walls of my cunt, and it's a feeling I cannot describe, it feels strange, but it feels good, it feels right. With each thrust, I can tell Hal feels more confident that he isn't going to hurt me. My legs fall open wider, his thrusts become harder then faster. We stop talking and we both start breathing heavier. I raise my hips slightly and move with him to meet his thrusts. His breath became ragged, and his breathy moans quickly turned into desprate grunts.

"Fuck," Hal groaned, "God, yes. Yes. Fuck." His voice shook and bounced as he talked and thrusted.

My eyes are closed as I feel another orgasm building in the bottom of my stomach. Then I felt Hal's hand on my face. My eyes snapped open.

"Look at me when you do it," he told me. "Look at me when you come."

Hal pressed his forehead against mine and together for both the first and second time, we came.

The day was spent in bed with Hal. Sleeping, making love, kissing, telling stories of before and what was to come next. We didn't leave Hal's room until that night, when I decided, with many complaints from Hal, it was time we check on Aldous.

We dressed, kissed a little more and made our way downstairs. Someone had already cleaned up the river of blood, the only hint of the mess remaining was a slight reddish stain covering parts of the stone floor.

"He'll likely be asleep," I told Hal. "The wound he received was extensive, and the roots I used may not have been strong enough to-"

I stopped mid-sentence as we entered Aldous' room. He was still in his bed, only instead of laying down, he was sitting up on his own, seemingly with little to no pain.

"Aldous-"

"Save yer words, Henry. I've got something I need to say to ye and Ellara."

"Ellara?" I asked. "Are we on a first name basis now?"

"I owe ye an apology."

Hal and I stood in a stunned silence.

"Ye saved me, Ellara, and for that I am eternally grateful."

"I...It's okay, Aldous, you would have done the same for me," I tell him.

"No. No I wouldna have. But now I would. And I am sorry it took me almost dying to figure that out."

I stay silent for a moment, trying to figure out the words to say.

"Hal, can you give me a moment with Aldous?"

Hal gave me an uneasy look and Aldous gave me one to match, surely uncertain of being in a room with a witch so soon after his epiphany.

"I'll be fine, just give me a minute with him."

Hal nodded, slowly making his way out of the room, giving Aldous a warning look before disappearing.

"What happened?" I ask, getting straight to the point.

"I-"

"Was it another witch?"

Aldous' eyes slowly met mine and for the first time, I noticed how blue they were. His eyes scanned over my face, as if he was trying to decide if he was going to tell me the truth or not. Then slowly, he nodded.

"Who was it?" Hal's voice came from the doorway.

"Hal."

"Ellara, this involves me too," Hal said to me, trying his best to not sound impatient. He looked back at Aldous, speaking to him again. "Was it Margery?"

Another grim nod from Aldous, but that time I didn't need to ask any questions.

I was well aware of who Margery was.

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animehouse-moe · 1 year

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Skip and Loafer Episode 9 Part 1: Drowsy (and Peppy)

Forget being a good episode or even a great one, this episode of Skip and Loafer was two great episodes in one. Divided into an A and B part that flow into one another seamlessly, but each address their own separate pieces, it's more than a treat to watch, it's an incredible example of storytelling within the frame of high school life.

⚠️Notice: This episode has been split into 2 posts because of length and image limits. This is the A Part post - Drowsy (and Peppy). The B Part post, subtitled (Drowsy and) Peppy, can be found on my blog if you haven't come across it yet.⚠️

Where do I even begin? The first half is dedicated to Mitsumi's longing for home and the comfort she feels in returning from Tokyo, but the second half examines how Mitsumi's changed since she originally came from her hometown, and how the people around her have changed and grown as well, while Shima remains under lock and key. It's just an incredible approach to the story that almost inserts a prologue with Mitsumi's return home so that it can prep viewers for the latter half of the content. It's tight, it picks all the right moments to focus on, and it never loses sight of what it wants to do. In short, it's beautiful.

It's so wonderful that I really don't want to organize my thoughts on it, but at some point or another I really have to get down to it if I want to say anything worthwhile, but I'll let Shima speak the first words.

He said the thing! He said the starting lines to the opening song, and I think that's so incredibly cute. Whether or not the pair really realize what they feel for each other is inconsequential, because their words and actions speak so incredibly loud it's wonderful. Also also, Mitsumi's dress in the opening? It's a simplified version of the dress she wears in today's cold open.

Side note, in the actual JP dialogue he says 'zutto mabukushite', it's just that in translating it to English they add a subject to his sentence. Because of that, it's far closer to the lyrics for the OP, which just use 'mabukushite'. So yeah, incredibly cute call back(s) that has me super giddy about it.

Anyways, back to the topic at hand, starting from the beginning. This episode adds (or really removes) a very unique piece to it: the soundtrack. It's substituted for really incredible sound design that does its best to capture the environment as candidly and as detailed as possible, and because of that the soundtrack doesn't exist. The first music you hear in the episode comes from the opening song, as we follow a cold open of Mitsumi making her way back home. Hell, we don't even hear Mitsumi talk in this sequence. Such a bold approach but it pays off in droves.

Which I love by the way, it sets the tone for the first half incredibly well in speaking to the themes of "memories" and nostalgia. We're not shown the whole ordeal in detail, but rather in bits and pieces that are pasted together one after the other, like a collage being plucked from Mitsumi's mind. Also, it sets up a really cool callback/comparison later in the episode.

It's quite the adventurous approach, but I absolutely adore how it speaks to Mitsumi's character. How reserved and quiet she is by herself, and that that energy she has comes from the people that are around her. Also, I really like this little piece showing the "flight" starting and stopping via the seatbelt signs. Another really benign piece of direction but it adds a palpable sense of creativity and passivity in Mitsumi's journey back home.

God I could go on forever about this. About how the view of the cityscape transitions into looking out over the clouds as Mitsumi's mind wanders through the experience, before switching once more into the lush and green terrain beneath her as she heads to her hometown. Or about how of all the scenes/sequences in this cold open, the longest one is Mitsumi staring out excitedly at the scenery when she lands back near her hometown. It's telling a story through Mitsumi's memories and I'm so completely in love with it. What I love most about this last bit though is that we don't see the scenery through Mitsumi's eyes for it. We see her reaction to it, but we're missing the first person perspective that the cold open flirts with through scenes like her flight.

After the opening however, Skip and Loafer gets back to its core as it resets the vibe with a fun little joke from Mitsumi. Also, it's the first scene to make use of the OST, and it's for comedy's sake. I'll get it out the way now, but mild spoiler, the comedy is the only place the OST is really used this episode. There's bits and pieces through the A part, but the vast majority is only supplemented by stellar sound design.

Also, you would have guessed it from earlier in the episode, but space and scale are really played up through this A part, and I do quite enjoy it. It takes simple and almost filler scenes and creates something more unique and stylized to better fit the episode. Also, faceless characters appear quite frequently through this A part which I found interesting.

Similarly, I love how P.A Works and Deai have been using obstructions and depth in their environments. It's a really simple piece, but like I've said before, it adds awareness to the world that exists outside of frame and focus for viewers. It gives you context clues like, "hey, the camera's in a hallway right now isn't it? I guess they're in a room off the main entry", and things like that, and does it while providing really appealing pieces that can help narrow your focus in the scene.

They use a similar approach in the environments as well. They provide something that's lived in, that characters exist and thrive in outside of what they're presented as or used for. Just take a look at these two images. The first is a super simple pieces for sure, but the use of a small stool/seat on wheels really speaks to the grandmother's involvement in the garden. Similarly, the watering can helps with that as well, plus the flowers in the background.

Now the second image is the piece that I really love because its a totally unnecessary piece, but I appreciate it an incredible amount. The tree's been trimmed! You can see where limbs have been cut off and new growth is beginning on the tree. What a completely benign piece to the art, but such a creative and impactful addition nonetheless. Absolutely love the detail and effort placed in this sort of stuff.

And lastly, I love how they render shadows and light in this scene, breaking up the light through the leaves of the tree just creates such a satisfying pattern and texture to the environment.

Moving forward once more, I really do like the use of montages/slideshows in this episode through that theme of memories. It's able to present so many pieces and stories that we wouldn't get to see otherwise.

Okay okay, speeding things up, Mitsumi and Fumi. I love how cute and wholesome their friendship is, and I love how they use that first person perspective again to drive home the incredibly strong emotional bond that the pair share.

Okay I said to speed things up but I can't, I love seeing the nervous emotions creep across Fumi's face before she tells Mitsumi about her boyfriend. It's so incredibly cute and well done.

Also, P.A Work's favorite thing, shadows and reflections! Love the detail in the water as the pair cross over the bridge.

Okay okay okay, the last piece I promise, I just absolutely love this scene and what it personifies.

So what is it, really? It's Mitsumi's nostalgia. Being at home, eating watermelon while her mom does the dishes and the cicadas chirp outside. That feeling of comfort as the wind blows gently, coaxing the slightest sounds out of the wind chimes. Remembering all of those places you've been, and that you want to visit again. Mitsumi eating that watermelon, seeing her mother, hearing those sounds, they brought back all those memories of the past for her. It's so, so incredibly beautiful and speaks so loud to the feelings of home. That no matter how far away you may travel, it's still there waiting for you.

Also, callback time! I had said it earlier and this is what it's for. It's a pretty cut and dry comparison of Mitsumi's life in Tokyo vs her hometown, really. Though you might be able to stretch it and talk about the differences in colors, as Tokyo's blue while her hometown is so bright and colorful by comparison. But at the end of the day, it just speaks to the two experiences Mitsumi has between her homes. How in Tokyo she has to get up bright and early to make the train to get to the airport in time, while in her hometown she's able to wake up nice and late and laze around eating watermelon. The city versus the country bumpkin, and I think it's a really sweet little touch to the episode.

At the end of it all, this was an incredible stretch of episode content. Start to finish, just so well polished and approached that I could gawk at the whole part for days and still find more and more pieces to pick out and even more words to describe it with. But, you don't need all that to really get the emotion across. This first half is Mitsumi's memories, her fondness of returning home after a long time away, of melting back into the comfort of her family and hometown friends, and the nostalgia that comes with retracing the steps of her youth. Just beautiful stuff.

Now unfortunately, I've hit my image limit for a single post, so I will be following up with a B part for those interested in the latter half of the episode where Mitsumi returns to school in Tokyo.

If you're looking for the second part, here's a link to it for you!

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