#but he was a really really sweet dog who adapted really well to life in a tiny apartment with a pinecone

[abirddogmoment]

Mr. Laundry went home a couple days ago and I already miss his squishy face.

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

I completely agree with you about the casting for Abby. She'd be perfect for flashback and young Abby. Nothing against the actress, but Naughty Dog could have done better.

Every single day I have to swallow down opinions about HBO's The Last of Us because I am tired and don't have the mental energy to organize a full length essay explaining what a horrible adaptation (and independent show aside from being an adaption) the fucking thing was.

Like - the characters clothes all looking brand new even though they're supposed to be in a 20 year long apocalypse, the endless product placement taking up space where sweet character building moments were, Joel's entire character arc being fucked to the point where he is cold and rejecting toward Ellie more than halfway through the story (and for more than half the story, it seems like they don't even like each other because they missed so many key moments), casually adding in the theme of disability euthanasia, the seasons being way tf off even though seasons is a central important theme of the game, them adding physical conflicts between Ellie and Joel when he never used physical violence as a way to communicate with her in the game (ever), Joel trauma dumping on Ellie that he failed at killing himself and she's basically the reason he's 'okay' now (when in the game, she had to beg and pry to get him to open up about himself. big yikes).

The show is a whole ass dumpster fire.

But yeah - she is not a good choice for casting, and I really hope that they only intend her to be younger Abby in the flashbacks. Otherwise, idk what they're gonna do. Even something I forgot to mention in that original post - Abby and Lev's relationship is supposed to parallel Joel and Ellie's relationship from the first game. If Abby is very petite and very young looking, then the Abby and Lev dynamic will not have the same impact as it did in the game. It will not come off as an adult taking care of a child (as it is supposed to, as it's supposed to parallel Joel and Ellie) - it will come off as two young people struggling together, and it just won't work.

Especially because one of the most important moments is - Abby carrying Lev down the beach after Ellie unintentionally freed them from the Rattlers, and even if it's unspoken, it's very clear that Ellie sees herself and Joel in those moments - and that is why she targets Lev in order to provoke Abby into a fight. Because she knows that one of the only ways to provoke a tired, broken down, exhausted Joel into a fight would have been someone threatening her life. And if Abby is some tiny, petite little girl instead of her usual towering self - those moments will not have the same impact. At All.

Anyway - people who like the show probably haven't had any proper contact with the games to know how good they are, or they are just thirsting over Pedro Pascal. idk. season two is bound to be a dumpster fire as well

also, okay - with the casting for Abby, I feel like somebody has to talk about Abby vs conventional attractiveness. because when TLOU2 first came out, there was the endless flood of 'Abby is a man' comments about her muscles, and I feel like the producers of the show are just downright cowards for not casting someone thick and muscled to play Abby in the show because it is an important part of her character, and because - it's giving in to all the backlash about her looks from the game.

casting someone petite and thin - someone who is very conventionally attractive - is a very cowardly move. because Abby is not supposed to be a conventionally attractive woman. she is supposed to be a brute, scary woman with a surprising soft side. (and I know, the lesbians are gonna be flooding my comments being like "I think Abby is attractive!!" but I am talking about attractiveness in terms of typical Hollywood casting.) it is just stupid not to cast her accurately to avoid backlash or because you think the character suddenly needs a makeover according to Reddit fanboys

like wtf

[hypocriticalspicewrites]

🦇~FruitBats Drabble~🍒

17+ Beyond this point! Contains suggestive content not meant for younger audiences, so if you're bit looking for spicy writing, keep on rollin brother. Also never really written anything like this, so reboots and feedback is appreciated if you decide to stick around and read~! 🩷🖤🩷

Chrysta had just been turned only a few months ago by her four mates, and she seemed to be adapting well to the vampire life, especially if it meant being with her boys.

However, there were a few things she was still getting used to... This was completely new and difficult for her to adapt to.

Chrysta was in heat. A rut, if you will - which is usually a once or twice in a year routine most vampires went through. Hell, even the boys have gone through it countless times in their immortal lives... But Chrysta? The sweet thing wasn't handling it well.

The scent if her heat had filled the cave, and immediately brought all the boys in the cave over to her nest like a both to a flame, watching the way she tossed and turned, restlessly gripping at her sickly stomach.

It was David who decided to take the daring step forward toward the dancing shadows in the dim candlelight, tugging at the silky and sheen fabric that worked as a curtain shielding the nest, pulling it away with his two fingers to peer in and see its treasure inside.

He couldn't help but fight the grin that creeped onto his lips like a kid on Christmas day. His icy eyes scanned over his woman curled into herself, her bare back bounced with heavy pants, body turned to face away from the four coven members all circled around watching like dogs waiting to be fed.

"Having a good time in there?" David asked, earning a few grunts and snickers from the three boys behind him.

Chrysta's pointed ears twitched, her breathing hitched, and her body seemed to freeze. A low growl purrs from her throat, hearing the taunting being sent her way. The response was odd coming from her, she was such a sweet little lady to her boys and everyone else, but it's obvious the heat made her more irritated and aggressive- it usually was a worse time for female vampires.

She rolled over, her back hitting the rocky wall behind her as she finally made eye contact.

Her fangs were bared, and her eyes glowed that feirce yellow with firey rims. Her body was uncontrollably hot, her pale skin slicked with sweat that glistened in the dim lights, and her brunette curls were all over the place, hiding the bottom half of her face into them and the pillow as she growled and hissed, muffled by the sheets.

Her silky tanktop slipped her shoulders as she tried clawing at it. The silky fabric did anything but comforted it and worsened the irritation of her sensitive breasts.

David had knelt to her level where her face was hidden away, pursing his lips out and cooing at her mockingly. "Oh, you poor thing, you're barely keeping it together, baby."

She didn't speak - even if she could very much do so. She just watched them through her thick lashes, like a Vixen. Fat tears fell from her unblinking eyes she refused to avert from David as though she expected him to make a sudden move if she even blinked. It stimulated her poor body to a point that she couldn't control the tears rolling down her rosey cheeks. Her eyes narrowed as she heard them mockingly coo and tease her.

Chrysta didn't want to be so hissy at her mates, but this heat was so bad it almost hurt. She couldn't help but get defensive if they even made one more step towards her. Her fangs felt too big for her mouth, sore and aching deep in her gums and itching to sink into flesh.

"Come on, Chrissie," David brought his hand over to her face- the second he did it was like Marko, Paul, and Dwayne leaned in dramatically to watch and see the outcome of his choice.

"I know what you're feeling, Chrissie, but throwing a fit won't help... Why don't you let your boys help you out?" He spoke quiet, but his tone wasn't soft or comforting, his fingertips brushed over her forehead, moving away her bangs.

The second she laser-focused on David's hand, she was growling, her lips curling back to reveal her fangs as her pupils shrunk. The hair on the back of her neck raised.

Her hand immediately shot out for his face, her claws barely grazing at his jaw before he quickly reeled away with ease. The action got the boys laughing and hollering.

Given Chrysta's condition, what was hers was hers. especially her personal space. Even when she was starting to enter her heat, Max himself had told the boys to leave her alone till she willingly gave into it and came to them to help her. They knew what they were doing.

David didn't fight an amused chuckle himself, feeling some sort of sadistic rush as the anticipation and adrenaline pumped through his veins at the quick dodge of her attack, craning his head back to show of the faint and barely visible graze marks along his cheek toward his lip. He was looking pretty prideful in the marks his lady left on him.

Paul made a drawn out 'O' noise as he strutted toward the opposite side if David, crouching doen and stroking two of his fingers up and down her ankles, flashing a toothy grin as his ocean blue eyes scanned her figure. "Wanna leave me a few of them scratches down my back, Dime piece?"

He swiftly reached toward the back of her thigh, taking a good chunk of her plush skin between his fingers and pinching it - which quickly got him the reaction he was looking for.

Chrysta let out a shrill yelp, throwing her arm out and hitting Paul's chest before lashing out her other hand, fingers splayed out and sharp nails ready to cut. But Paul stumbled back quickly, falling into Dwayne’s arms, who caught his friend as his back hit his chest, both cackling with one another.

"Cherri's feelin' fiesty t'night!" Paul spoke, putting his hands up to admit defeat as she stared at him through the opening of the curtains, a low hiss rolling of her tongue.

It only took a single pinch before they were all on her like a heeler nipping at the ankles of cattle. Marko places a quick smack to her ass where it peeked from her shorts, earning another squeal and Marko quickly missing a foot shot straight for his face.

On a normal night, this type of attention would have had Chrysta giggling and (to put it lightly) all over her boys. But not tonight. She wasn't in the mood. It was either get her out of this heat immediately or leave her alone, and the boys weren't about to give her what she wanted without enjoying a little teasing first.

While her leg was still stretched out, Dwayne all but pushed his dirty blonde mates away, wrapped his whole hand around her ankle and his other hand began to glide up her leg, his calloused palm making contact with her soft skin. His fingers barely crept under the hem of her tanktop, brushing over her stomach before her claws made contact with his hand.

He quickly drew his hand back, not as quick as David however, yet something about his hesitance seemed he wasn't trying to miss her attack, quickly bringing his scratched hand up to his mouth and licking the blood away from his wounds, his eyes never left hers as he did so.

"Alright, that's enough of that."

Before Chrysta could react, David's hand wrapped around her neck, slow and cautious as his fingers gave her a little squeeze. She doesn't make a move to scratch him yet, feeling his cold fingertips on her hot skin make her flinch, a hiss rolling out of her throat, vibrating against his palm. She could've left him some mighty fine few scars to show off to the boardwalk tomorrow night, but she didn't, cause even through her overwhelmed mind, she was still Chrysta, their good girl. And good girls obey.

He doesn't look intimidated or scared. His face looked unreadable, his narrowed gaze on her the whole time he brought his face closer to her own.

He raises his thumb to her mouth, running it down the long length of one of her fangs. The action caused her pupils to dilate. "That's more like it." He breathed, his voice low and quiet enough only loud enough for Chrysta's ears - even if the other boys had already crowded around close enough to hear and watch.

His thumb trailed down to her bottom lip, the pad of his ungloved digit running over her dry brim, missing the sticky sensation of her glossy cherry flavored lip loss. "Look at you, baby... It hurts so bad, doesn't it?" He spoke to her like she was a little kitten in the palm of his hand, continuing to stroke her bottom lip.

She doesn't answer him just yet, the cave filling with silence and thick with tension. He can feel her windpipe bob as she swallowed the saliva pooling in the back of her throat, but it doesn't take long before she let's out a pleading whine, her bottom lip studding out into a pout as she looks at him with her big, doe-like eyes, nodding her head at him and waiting patiently (even if she hated doing so) for him to do something- anything to get this God-awful heat to calm down.

David didn't even fight the smirk slowly growing on his lips, the unreadable look on his features breaking. "Don't worry, Chrissie, I won't make you beg." He stated, his nose brushing against the shell of her ear, leaving a quick kiss to the back of her ear near her jaw, the scratching sensation of his stubble sent a shiver down her spine, causing her to visible arch her back.

"Now let's get you out of this rut, shall we?"

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OK I HAVE TO SAY I WAS TOTALLY INSPIRED BY @luv4fandoms TLB rut series cause they are SO👏GOOD 👏 I think I've reread David's like 140000 times I love them sm

I SWEAR I hope this wasn't totally cringe to read I haven't written anything like this (at least I haven't posted👁👁) before so I hope it isn't too bad! Thanks for checking it out! ;D

[invisibleraven]

“ maybe i’ll stay here, stare at you all night. “ “ i'd appreciate it if you don't. “ = MASSIVE WILLEX VIBES.

All his life, Alex was told he had to adapt-get used to things. don't like broccoli? Too bad, it's what we're eating with supper and you can't get up until it's all gone. Not a fan of church camp? Well that's unfortunate because you're still spending all of July at Camp Enlightenment hearing about the wonders of Jesus.

So Alex adapted, made himself accept things just to get by. Like powering through his anxiety as best he could when his parents refused to get him meds. Drumming helped with that, but it wasn't until he started seeing a therapist who got him some Ativan in college that Alex knew what it was like to live.

He made himself small, invisible, straight until he couldn't keep it in any more. And found out no matter that he hadn't changed really, this new part of him made his parents incapable of loving him. So Alex refused to adapt, refused to take it back, and left home.

But this? This is something Alex doesn't know how he can adapt to.

"What do you mean you're a vampire?" he hisses at Willie during one of the dates.

"I meant what I said," Willie said with a shrug. "I got bit back in the eighties. Stupid mistake really, trusted this guy who promised me the ability to skate forever."

"But-but I've seen you out in the sunlight!" Alex protested.

"Oh yeah, that's a myth," Willie replied. "I mean I burn like super easy now, but SPF 100 exists for a reason."

"And the blood sucking?"

"Only with consent, and never enough to turn someone," Willie said. "I usually just go to this vamp friendly butcher instead. I can eat regular food too. Just no garlic obviously, gives me wicked hives."

Alex spends a lot of time that day learning all about vampires. Yes, the stake through the heart thing is true, but that would kill anyone to be fair. Willie does have a reflection, but is also allergic to silver in the worst way. He doesn't have a coffin, but he does tend to sleep later in the day. But he also works at a club for vampires at night, so the nocturnal thing makes sense.

Alex however, is not nocturnal, and by the end of it, is yawning. They'd gone back to his place hours ago. Willie had laughed at the inaccuracies in a vampire movie he found while they shared popcorn and soda. A completely normal night, if not for how WIllie popped his fangs out when Alex asked and just... never sucked them back in.

He yawned again. "Okay, time for me to hit the hay. See you tomorrow?"

"I dunno, maybe I'll stay here, stare at you all night," Willie joked.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't," Alex said wryly.

"So no to snuggles then?"

"Not if they are gonna be creepy Edward Cullen snuggles, no."

Willie barked out a laugh. "Fair enough." He pulled Alex in for a kiss, sweet and tender. "But if you change your mind... well you know how to find me."

Alex snorted. "Yeah, I'll call if I change my mind about being stared at all night, sure."

"Sweet dreams Alex."

Alex nodded and waved as Willie took off. He curled into bed, and almost immediately fell asleep, his dreams full of blood red imagery, Willie in a fancy cape, and some fun in a velvet lined coffin.

It was a weird dream.

And when he wakes up, it's still dark outside, Alex feels... lonely. Restless. So he pulls out his phone.

'The offer for snuggles still open?'

Willie texts back, 'On my way spider monkey.'

Alex grumbles at that, and really hopes that nickname doesn't stick. He had just gotten Willie to stop calling him hot dog after the incident on their first date. But he still smiles when Willie arrives a few moments later, spooning him back to sleep.

And he's still there in the morning, snoring softly in Alex's ear, though the blackout curtains are decidedly more closed than they were th night prior. Alex grins and snuggles further into Willie's hold, wondering what small sacrifices he could make to wake up like this every morning.

He turns and looks at Willie, thumbing over his brow, his cheekbones, the plush fill of his lips. Only to have Willie crack open an eye at him, smiling. "Creeper."

"You love it."

Willie pulled him in for a deep kiss, neither of them caring about morning breath, panting as they pulled back. "Yeah, I really do."

[pilferingapples]

huge thanks to @persefoneshalott​ for introducing me to the 1943 Mexican Les Mis movie 

It takes an unusual approach, starting with Cosette leaving the convent with Valjean, and them setting up their life together. It actually spends time on this! and their Cosette and Valjean are a super cute family; Valjean delights in giving her presents and being her guide in the world, and she’s so happy to be having adventures with her dad, and there’s a fantastic bit where Valjean shares a Secret Dream with her: that he’s always wanted to buy an old book and read in the garden, and aaaaah it’s so perfect for him and so sweet?? It really makes you feel for them as a family

also Cosette’s clothes are like. Shockingly good for a movie in 1943 about 183X?

I mean it’s not about to challenge Gentleman Jack for accuracy or anything but this is pretty good! She’s got bonnets and pelerines! And So Much Sleeves!

The guys don’t fare badly either! Marius and Joly are a little too slicked-down maybe (Marius is in the hat, here):

but look at those high collars! Joly’s sideburns! the very stylish over-long sleeve cuffs peeking out from under Joly’s coat sleeves! Even Marius being in a kinda unhip coat works for him. 

(Also Joly owns a revolutionary bookstore in this one?? amazing choice) 

And look how they use Fashion as social signifier in this scene with Javert, of all people!

That’s Javert; his superior’s valet; and his superior, who is in the process of being dressed  in front of him. It establishes Javert’s status so well- you don’t get dressed in front of a social equal, there’s all kinds of rules about what a Respectable Society Man can wear in Real Company , but in front of the servants, well...

(this movie does a great job overall of establishing that Javert is not only not highly ranked, he’s Barely Tolerated and has about the social clout of a guard dog, it’s incredible for that) 

ALSO this movie does something I’ve wanted to see an adaptation do  for ages, and uses its post-convent starting point to really build up mystery around Valjean! the Mother Superior of the convent notes that he has more money than he should, and also doesn’t remember exactly when he reached the convent. Javert is sure he’s a hardened criminal. The Thenardiers consider him a kidnapper and think he used a position as a city official to steal a fortune.  We get the whole Gorbeau raid, with suppositions and theories about him flying thick and fast, and Valjean answers none of it, and the narrative answers none of it, and Valjean gets to be presented as being Mysterious and Shady as hell, and it’s just fantastic?? I love this, let Valjean be a man of Ominous Gothic Mystery!

Also the revolution plot is introduced in the first 15 minutes? Via Marius and Joly of all people? love that for them 

anyway I’m only about halfway through but so far this is unironically becoming one of my favorite versions?? 

[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group B Round 3: #B5 vs #B6

#B5: Amateur college track team aims for big race

#B6: High school drama in a countryside farming school

Details and poll under the cut!

#B5: Run with the Wind (Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru)

Summary:

Former ace runner of Sendai Josei High School, Kakeru Kurahara is chased away from a convenience store for shoplifting. Shaking off his pursuer, he runs into Haiji Kiyose, another student from his university. Haiji is impressed by Kakeru's agility and persuades him to live in Chikusei-sou, the run-down apartment where Haiji resides along with eight other students. Having lost his entire apartment deposit at a mahjong parlor, Kakeru accepts the offer reluctantly.

However, Haiji reveals a secret during Kakeru's welcoming party: the apartment is actually the dormitory of the Kansei University Track Club. He unveils his ultimate goal of participating in the Hakone Ekiden—one of the most prominent university marathon relay races in Japan. Unfortunately, all the residents apart from Haiji and Kakeru are complete running novices. Worse still, none of the inhabitants are even remotely interested in being involved with Haiji's ridiculous plan! With only months before the deadline, will the fourth-year student be able to convince them otherwise and realize his elusive dream of running in the Hakone Ekiden?

Propaganda 1:

Okay so, finally a sports anime that isn’t set in high school. (There aren’t nearly enough set in college.) MC is basically Older Running Kageyama, in both looks and personality. He has to overcome his past issues with his old track team, and learn to open up. I love the relationships that form between the team members. There’s one who is just Not Here for It and struggles A Lot, who just wants to go home and read manga. (Hey it me.) There’s also a cute dog, and a lot of the bg music is by the same folks as Haikyuu.

Propaganda 2:

I genuinely think this might be the best sports anime out there. It’s an amazing anime in general, with good animation, a beautiful art show, and a great premise, though what really makes it stand out is the characters.

RWTW is a character-driven story at heart, with all the main characters given their time to shine. The main cast is very lovable, and their relationships with each other are depicted in a sweet but realistic way. The protagonist, Kakeru, goes through a great character development over the course of the show, from being a lonely outcast at the start to accepting the other team members into his heart as found family.

While I’m not a runner personally, I still found this interesting to watch, since along with the training there’s a lot of thoughtful discussion on the nature of running: what it means to run, to be a runner. There’s a very philosophical aspect to it, which makes sense considering that RWTW is actually adapted from a book. The last thing I’ll say is that as a college student myself, it’s really nice to watch an anime focused on people in college and not high school. Oh, and the soundtrack is incredible.

Trigger Warnings: Alcohol and Smoking

#B6: Silver Spoon (Gin no Saji)

Summary:

Yuugo Hachiken is studious, hard-working, and tired of trying to live up to expectations he just cannot meet. With the ushering in of a brand new school year, he decides to enroll in Ooezo Agricultural High School, a boarding school located in the Hokkaido countryside, as a means to escape from the stress brought upon by his parents. Initially convinced that he would do well at this institution, Hachiken is quickly proven wrong by his talented classmates, individuals who have been living on farms their entire lives and know just about everything when it comes to food, vegetables, and even the physiology of livestock! Whether it be waking up at five in the morning for strenuous labor or to take care of farm animals, Hachiken is a complete amateur when it comes to the harsh agricultural life. Gin no Saji follows the comedic story of a young student as he tries to fit into a completely new environment, meeting many unique people along the way. As he struggles to appreciate his surroundings, Hachiken hopes to discover his dreams, so that he may lead a fulfilling life on his own terms.

Propaganda:

This show provides an honest look at the ups and downs of farm life, with both the hard work it takes and the satisfaction it provides. The cast is varied and likeable, with every character having more to them than meets the eye. I loved watching the main character's development from an insecure city kid to a confident, well rounded young man.

The information about farming and agriculture is also detailed and interesting - the series creator grew up on a farm and you can tell.

Trigger Warnings: Animal Cruelty/Death. It’s a show about the farming industry, and there’s an arc about the characters coming to terms with animals they’ve grown attached to.

When reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.

Know one of the shows above and not satisfied with how it’s presented in this tournament? Just fill up this form, where you can submit revisions for taglines, propaganda, trigger warnings, and/or video.

[ebonyslasher]

Picky Eater: Character Challenge

Doing a little challenge to expand my headcanons on different characters. Give the characters you write for a score. 

You are what you eat AND what you don't eat.

Michael Myers: ~29

Michael is pickyyyy for a guy who will eat dogs and rats raw. He’s cool with any type of meat. Also, we know he’s a sweet fiend. So any fruit is good for him.

He would not like vegetables. How would only tolerate it if it’s incorporated in recipes where he can’t taste them. Anything bitter would set him off. Would probably take one bite and then throw that shit across the room.

Top hated: Brussel Sprouts, Tomatoes, Asparagus. 

Brahms Heelshire: ~30

He wouldn’t fuck with most of this list. And it applies to much more beyond this as well. He is super picky. He’s most likely going to be THE most picky eater out of all the slashers.

He’s a whole ton of texture issues on top of only liking sweet and savory. 

Every Nanny that’s taken care of him had a list of ‘approved’ foods given to them. If they make a mistake, it’s their life. He doesn’t play about his food,

Top Hated: Oysters, Beets, Vinegar, Zucchini

Daniel Lamb: ~3

Daniel really doesn’t remember how many of these foods taste. He’ll have to be reintroduced to them to reform his lost opinions. 

Before the memory loss, he was a pretty adventurous man. All that money he made working for The Project led him to try out many foods from different cultures. He’s not picky. 

Top Hated: Raisins

Jason Voorhees: 1

Jason is not picky at all. Especially zombie Jason, since his taste buds are most likely gone. 

The only one he wouldn’t mess with would be Cottage Cheese. He’s seen that texture of some of the corpses after he fucks people up. No thanks.

Stu Macher: ~6

Not picky but there’s a select few he won’t fuck with. Most notably raw fish. He ate some as a dare and his stomach was tore up afterwards. Never again.

Top Hated: Raw fish

Bubba Sawyer: 4

Bubba isn’t picky. Being southern means that you’ll be forced to clean your plate as a child. You either adapt or fight back. Bubba adapted.

However, slimy textures makes his stomach twist. They won’t even go down his throat, it rejects it.

Top Hated: Oysters and a honorable mention not on this list: Okra that isn’t fried

Norman Bates: 0

This mommy ass dude (respectfully) would eat anything someone, esp his s/o, would make for him. 

Patrick Bateman: 7

Patrick will eat anything that is ‘healthy’ for you and follow any rich people trends to fit in. Even if he doesn’t care for it personally, he will just push through in front of an ‘audience’. 

He doesn’t care much for dark chocolate, but will eat it since it’s the ‘healthier’ chocolate. Plus he’s also pretty elitist, so he won’t eat anything labeled a ‘poor people’s food/meal’

Top Hated: Canned Tuna, Liver

Daniel Robitaille (Candyman): 7

Daniel is a pretty open guy. However, there are some items that he absolutely hates and will avoid every time. 

Top Hated: Coconut, Oranges

[c-rose2081]

Starchild || 11. Heaviness

(Disney Z-O-M-B-I-E-S)

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Zed felt heavy and worn down.

His body was aching more than usual, and his head felt as though it was ready to split in two and spill his brains out. Morning practices were the worst. Not only was it cold, but there was dew still on the field meaning the smell of mud was now plastered inside his nose. The night had been sleepless; mostly just worried thinking about anything and everything that wasn’t related to sleeping.

He thought about his mom; how much he missed her. He thought about Zoey, not having the female role model in her life that she really needed now that she was getting older. He thought about dad, and how hard he worked for so little, but also about how he had to continue on without the love of his life. And — naturally — Zed thought about A-ddison. Because when wasn’t he thinking about her? She was everything he wasn’t. Clean, smart, beautiful, and so sweet it made his heart yearn for her attention. He was just a cranky Zombie kid with nothing but football in his future.

Not only had A-ddison fallen from the sky perfect, but she was an expert at blending in. She was already far more adapted to human life than Zed had been back when Zombies were first invited to Seabrook High. She was a Cheereader now, and the lost daughter of the Mayor. The MAYOR. One of the most important people in their town (who also happened to be part alien. Surprise!). Suddenly, Zed felt very self-conscious about himself. Not just about his clothes, either, but about his attitude in general. He wasn’t social, or really all that great at making friends. He had Eliza and Bonzo who he’d known forever, but no one else had really earned his full trust since then.

Sure he was popular, but he never asked for that. He didn’t want to be liked just because he could throw a ball and knock people over. It was an awfully brutish way to get attention, now that he thought about it. A-ddison was a natural at meeting new people — there was just something buzzing around her that made people enjoy her presence. Zed wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt addicted to its draw. The loss he felt at Addy leaving with Mayor Wells the night before to spend some time together was immense. Probably another reason why he felt like his ribs had been packed full of sand, and sawdust was coming out his ears.

“…well, you look like you just crawled out of a grave.”

Zed groaned in annoyance, lifting his head to sneer at the werewolf now standing before him.

“I’m trying to tan, dog. You’re blocking my sunlight.”

“That’s funny for a dead guy,”

“Undead guy,” Zed corrected, “if we were actually dead, you’d lose your lunch. What do you want, Wyatt?”

“Hm,” Wyatt huffed, strolling to the outside table which Zed had settled at the minute practice ended, “a little birdie told me you’ve got a new girlfriend.”

“It’s not exactly a secret,” Zed scoffed, frowning as Wyatt rested one knee up on the bench directly across from him, “pretty sure all of Seabrook knows by now.”

“Maybe. But a dogs nose knows, ya know?” Wyatt insisted, tapping the end of his nose with a finger.

“No. I feel like I’m dying; I really don’t have the patience for riddles, fleabag.”

“You’re keeping secrets, that’s what,” Wyatt growled, “the pack doesn’t like secrets.”

“What I do isn’t any of the pack’s business,” Zed snarked back, “why do you care about my relationship status, anyway? Jealous I’m taken?”

“As if,”

“Sure doesn’t sound that way.”

“I’m saying, zom-boy, that if you keeping secrets threatens our Moonstone? I’ll be sure that you really are dead meat walking, capisce?”

“Where exactly is this coming from?” Zed wondered in genuine confusion, lifting a notched brow, “you don’t even know who I’m dating, do you? Just that I am.”

“Maybe. But you’re always meddling in things you shouldn’t be,” Wyatt explained, “so I’m giving you a warning. You know, from guy to guy?”

“Right,” Zed rolled his eyes, “cause this interaction has been purely good will.”

Wyatt growled in annoyance, but turned to look at something across the quad.

“Well, well. What do we have here?” he mused, causing Zed to turn and look in that direction as well. A-ddison was getting out of a fancy blue car, practically glowing in the morning light and reflecting the sun with her brightness and apparent love of pastel pink.

Zed didn’t think A-ddison could shake him any more than she already did, but today she was positively beaming, bright blue eyes glistening, and pale blond curls kept behind her ears by the cheer bow in her hair. Mayor Wells exited the car as well. She handed a box of something to A-ddison before kissing her on the crown of the head, cradling her face in both hands. As newly reunited mother and daughter separated, it didn’t take A-ddison more than a second to spot Zed (who made sure he was as close to the front of the school as possible).

“Zed!” She greeted happily, quickening her pace to meet him, “hi!”

“Morning Addy,” he smiled at her, rising from his bench with a small grunt of pain, “you look nice today.”

“Thank you! Mom and I stopped to get a new dress before school; she says it takes up less energy to have something called a wardrobe, so I don’t have to change so much.”

“Right,” Zed agreed, moving to slip both hands into his pockets only to have A-ddison saddle up easily into his side. The only place he could put his arm was around her, which was more than comfortable, if not way more intimate than yesterday.

“Is this a friend of yours?” Addy wondered, finally spotting Wyatt who was staring very intently at her. Zed didn’t like how focused his wolf eyes were, like he was sizing up a rabbit or deer to chase.

“This is Wyatt, he’s a Werewolf.”

“Werewolf. That’s right, you told me about them,” A-ddison mused faintly, tilting her head, “it’s nice to meet you, Wyatt. I’m Addison.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Wyatt drawled, showing off his fangs, “welcome to Seabrook.”

A-ddison smiled back, glancing up to look at Zed as she opened the tupperware given to her by Mayor Wells.

“Mom and I made these last night. She said Grandma was really good at them.”

“Cookies!” Zed laughed, reaching into the box to pick up a baked disk and observing it, “did you sleep at all? You’re practically buzzing.”

“Not really. We fell asleep watching something called a movie? It’s on the…screen-thing,” Addy insisted, forgetting the word for television and causing Zed to laugh as he took a bite of the cookie and moaned.

“Addy, oh my god, these are so good.”

“Mom did most of the work,” A-ddison chuckled, lifting a hand to show off the bandages across her fingers, “I just burned myself on the cookie sheets. Wyatt, do you want one?”

“Don’t mind if I do,” the wolf said, reaching into the bin with his claws, “you made em?”

“I’ve never made cookies before,” Addy told him, bouncing on her heels with a gleam in her eye, “it was so much fun.”

“We should probably head in. You still need to get your schedule,” Zed remembered, glancing at his z-band which told the time, “we have a bit of time before first period.”

“Alright. Will I see you inside, Wyatt?”

Zed frowned at the question, but smiled triumphantly as the wolf shook his head, seemingly downcast as he looked at his cookie, flipping it between his claws.

“Nah. We wolves just like to hang around out back; keeps things interesting. You need something, drop my name.”

“I will,” Addy nodded, “bye Wyatt.”

“Wolf.” Zed mumbled flatly as Wyatt smirked at him and gave a small salute.

“Dead guy.”

And off he went, vanishing quickly into the trees nearby as A-ddison blinked and shook her head.

“You don’t seem very much like the traditional definition of friends,” she admitted, “was I incorrect in my assumption?”

“It’s…eh, complicated,” Zed shrugged, beginning to walk with A-ddison back towards school, “we aren’t really friends. I guess you could say it’s more like unwilling acquaintances.”

“I see,” Addy mused hesitantly, not saying much else on the subject. She was either mulling it over in her mind in order to decipher what that meant, or simply didn’t have much else to include. For a while it was just a comfortable silence between two friends. Zed liked having A-ddison beside him again, and he stole another cookie to munch on while they wandered along. But eventually he spoke up, needing to figure something out before reaching Principle Lee’s office.

“Uh, A-ddison, I have a question.”

“Yes?”

She looked up at him with those baby blues and nearly sent him to the floor. Why was she so freaking blinding? It made it so hard to focus on anything but her, “Zed?”

“Huh?”

“You had a question?”

“Yes, sorry. Yesterday, you called me…babe, and kissed me. And I was just kinda wondering where that came from?”

A-ddison paused her walk, furrowing her brows up into her hairline.

“Yes. Is…that not what a girlfriend is supposed to do?”

“Well I mean it is, b-but we…I just…”

“Zed, I know being involved is part of the plan and is not a permanent fixture in our friendship. However, Zoey informed me that in order for it to be very believable, nouns of endearment and physical affection via the lips should be exchanged frequently.”

Pet names and kissing. Right. Typical boyfriend and girlfriend behavior.

“What does Zoey know about that?” Zed grumbled, “she’s twelve.”

“She seemed very knowledgeable to me, and I thought I’d try her advice. It worked well, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Zed agreed with a sigh, “really well.”

A little too well actually, because now all Zed wanted to do was kiss her back. He was curious what her delicate pink lips tasted like…he knew she borrowed some cherry, glitter lip-gloss from Bree the day before.

“Zed?”

“Wha?” He shook out of the intrusive thoughts, “sorry.”

“You seem awfully distracted,” A-ddison observed, intertwining her fingers with his and squeezing gently, “are you alright?”

“F-fine…totally…”

Zed stared into his Alien friends face, getting lost quickly in her eyes. They were deep and sparkling, as though she had trapped the whole universe of stars inside them. Cautiously, he leaned in a bit. She smelled really nice today; something sweet, like the cookies held in her arms. They were so close, noses were almost touching. She wasn’t pulling away from him…could he…?

“Ahem?”

Both teens jumped away from one another. A-ddison ducked her head, and Zed nearly fell into the wall as Principle Lee stared at them intently.

“H-ey, Big Lee,” Zed greeted her with a small salute, trying to stay casual while his palms were getting slimy from embarrassment, “we were just coming to see you.”

“Uh-huh? I can see that,” the woman drawled, seeming a bit amused if nothing else, “awfully brave to study one another directly outside my office? Most students do that in more private environments.”

“We were just talking,” Zed mumbled, shoving both hands into his pockets, “you know…about stuff?”

“Yes, well. A word to the wise, ‘stuff’ should probably be discussed out of the view of your Principle, hm?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Now, Addison,” Principle Lee turned to the girl, who glanced up at her sheepishly, “I was informed of your…unique…circumstances by the Mayor. It will be kept confidential until you decide you want to share it with others. Though I must warn you that talk travels very quickly in this town.”

“I understand, ma’am.”

“Very well. We have a few more things which need to be discussed in private, so if you’ll please come with me?“

“Of course,” Addy agreed, “Zed?”

“We’ll meet up for lunch,” he told her, seeing the wariness caught in her eyes, “same spot as this morning, kay?”

“Ok. I’ll see you later.”

Zed smiled, once again caught off guard as A-ddison grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down to her level. It was just a cheek peck this time — she probably felt he was uncomfortable with the lip kissing after their conversation — but it still sent fireworks through his stale blood. He immediately reached to cup the area with his palm, watching her follow Principle Lee back into her office. The last view he had was the bow in her hair, the bounce of her turquoise curls, and the swish of her skirt. He stood there for a while, jaw slackened as he fell to rest against the nearest wall of lockers.

What in zombies name was she doing to him?

Zed spent plenty of times around girls. They tended to flock around him, after his popularity and status. They did nothing but make him squirm. A-ddison was nothing like that. She was magnetic…addictive. Having her next to him was like holding onto a charged battery. It electrified him, completely and totally. All of the exhaustion from morning practice was gone. The pain, the ache, the feeling of slowly being crushed under the weight of the world. Gone. A single glance from those sapphire irises made him feel like a new zombie.

Glancing down at his wrist, the black veins had faded. They were faint now against his pallor, unlike just after practice where they were bulging, painful, and rashy. It was the second time such a thing had happened, he realized internally. Addy touched him, and his pain went away. He also dropped down to the IQ of a trash can, and had the eloquence of a beached seal during these moments. But the pain was gone, like she had simply pulled it off him like a sheet and took it with her.

Sighing heavily, Zed flopped to the floor. He banged the back of his head against the lockers a few times, cursing himself.

He didn’t think being ‘just friends’ was working out very well.

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tales of love - a meet cute

Vision impaired!Syverson x Molly Sweet (asian ofc)

Summary: Syverson meets Molly Sweet in the gym and she has a very interesting thing to share.

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 940

A/N: So, after this one shot, I realized this is a story I do not want to let go yet, so I made it into a little series hihi. Hope you enjoy it and please lemme know what you think of it!

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It had been four years since Sy had lost his vision because of an accident while he was still serving in the military. It had been hard, relearning some basic skills, having to learn braille and adjusting to a life with a guide dog. At first he hoped it would be temporary, but years went by and he had to face the painful fact he was permanently blind.

At first, he experienced issues, but now he totally adapted to this life.

His guide dog Axel, a lovely golden retriever, is his best friend. The two of them are two peas in a pod. Always together, always happy with one another. Axel makes life bearable, especially with an overprotective mother and friends who are having issues with involving him in activities, because he is now legally blind.

But, Sy is slowly venturing out. He now has a membership to the gym. This gym is friendly for people with a vision impairment, as braille is placed on every piece of equipment, so he can adjust it to his own preferences.

It’s the second time he is here and the first time without an employee. Despite him losing his vision, he can still feel perfectly clear people watching him. He got used to it, but it took him a long time. A long time before he could ignore those burning looks, those eyes filled with pity. He might be unable to physically see those stares, but Sy knows.

He sits on the hip abductor for the outer thigh, Axel sitting close to him. After he set the machine right, he starts his first set. 

But then he smells someone who sets foot in his aura. It’s a peculiar and not so pleasant body odor. Since Sy lost his vision, his other senses became a lot stronger. His smell, his hearing, how he feels physically. 

And now he curses his nose for picking up that particular smell.

By the vibes the man has, Sy feels uncomfortable. When he was still in the military and still able to see, he was never afraid, but after one of his senses was taken away from him, he is easily more uncomfortable, uneasy. 

And he hates himself for it.

‘Cute dog you got there,’ the man says.

‘Thank you,’ Sy replies and he can already detect the intention of the man. ‘Please don’t pet him. He’s working.’

‘Come on,’ the man pushes. ‘Just one pet.’

‘Sir, please,’ Sy says. ‘Could you maybe leave us alone?’ Sy can tell Axel is becoming agitated as well. ‘I’d like to work out by myself.’

‘Excuse me,’ Sy hears a woman’s voice interrupting and footsteps coming closer. It’s a light pair of footsteps, as light as a feather. ‘You really should not pet the dog. Like the owner said, the dog is working.’

‘So?’

He hears the woman groan. ‘It’s on his gear.’ Like the man with the odor is a child, she clarifies it for him, like a teacher would help a kid with reading by saying: ‘No petting.’

Sy almost smirks because of the woman. She sounds young, like she’s in her mid twenties and Sy bets she’s the impatient type. He wants to say something else, but she beats him to it.

‘Have you ever heard about the practices of ancient castration?’

Sy certainly was not expecting that, just like the man wasn’t, who started to stammer and his dragging footsteps following closely behind. 

‘I’m sorry,’ she says. ‘That idiot clearly does not take no for an answer.’

He chuckles. ‘Thanks for stepping in,’ he says. As the years went by, he has been relying on the kindness of other people and this woman for sure showed him kindness, in quite a unique way. 

‘Not a problem. I’m Molly by the way,’ she introduces herself.

He isn’t quite aware whether or not she is holding out her hand, so Sy holds out his and says: ‘I’m Sy and this is Axel.’

She places her hand in his and he is quick to hold it, trying to remember every detail. Her handshake is firm, though her hands are on the smaller side. She has a ring on her ring finger and her index finger, the ring on her pointer finger has a diamond in it. Her hands are soft, unlike his own calloused hand. 

‘Nice to meet you, Sy,’ she says and she lets go of his hand. He wonders what she looks like. Her voice is a little huskier than usually is the case with women, a lovely timbre to it. He wishes he could see her. She sounds beautiful and with the way she carries herself, how she stuck up for him, without sounding like she feels sorry for him, she must be exquisite looking.

‘So, ancient castration?’ he starts, not wanting the conversation to be over yet.

She laughs, a lovely sound filling the entire gym, even over the pretty loud music. ‘Works like a charm for unwanted male guests. Ninety percent success rate.’

The two of them strike up a conversation and when it’s clear she has to go again, he decides to just go for it. It had been years since he last had something like this happen, let alone an eventual relationship. This woman—Molly—is one of a kind and he needs to have her number.

So he just goes for it.

‘Can I have your phone number?’ he then asks, knowing this could go either way.

It stays silent for a few seconds. ‘Of course,’ she says, a smile evident in her voice. ‘Only if I can have yours.’

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March TC Challenge

1. If you could change one thing about your TC, physical or personality-wise, what would it be?

I don’t know, sometimes it sounds like he hates life a little? I’m not delusional that everyone must love their job, but it hurts whenever he expresses too much relief that a holiday is finally coming up, or, especially, when he doesn’t have to teach us for whatever reason (like when we eventually go on exam leave).

2. Are they “your type”, or was falling for a person like them completely unexpected?

I think he is my type in that he’s beautiful, teaches really well, and is super good to our class, but last year I actually didn’t find him that attractive so he probably wasn’t exactly my type, appearance-wise, not when T was still here.

3. If they were an ice cream flavour, what would it be?

I think he would be a fruit flavour that is naturally sweet with a hint of sourness.

4. Imagine you have a whole weekend to spend with your TC. What would you guys do?

I would love to walk his dog with him, go out and eat something nice, maybe have an afternoon coffee date and read together, walk around the lake and just talk…

5. What’s their biggest talent?

Not sure about talents – teaching?? I know my man used to do music though 🥰

6. Be honest: would you guys be a power couple or not?

Probably not 'power' in the traditional sense, but I just feel like we’d probably make each other better people and that’s good enough for me.

7. If they knew about your feelings, would they confront you about it or ignore it?

He probably suspects by now, I think if it got too obvious and was making him uncomfortable he might confront me about it. He’d try to be indirect and gentle about it, though it would definitely be scary.

8. Are they a good singer?

I am very curious, I love his slightly hoarse, raspy voice, but idk if it would sound good singing.

9. If you could choose an outfit that your TC had to wear every single day, what would it look like?

This is very difficult to choose, my inherent love for white shirts says that, plus a vest maybe, though I also love seeing him in casual clothes like hoodies.

10. Are they more academic, artistic, or athletic? What about you?

Incas Lily is probably 70% academic, 10% artistic (we don’t get to see his artistic side so it’s hard to tell), and 20% athletic (he works out more than do sports), I’m probably 75% academic, 15% artistic, and 10% athletic.

11. Do they inspire you as a person?

So much, he is so much goodness and cares about genuine things and forms solid connections with people, he is so good and so loved.

12. Are they an early riser or a night owl?

Early riser most likely, he said on school nights he usually goes to bed at like 22:30 (I wish TAT).

13. Have you ever made each other angry or upset? If so, how did you reconcile?

I’ve always been good in class even before liking Incas Lily so I’ve never made him mad, and he only gets a bit upset at people who don’t listen or do work. There must have been times when he was annoyed with me but didn’t verbalise it, though. I was upset with him for making fun of subjects I like – other than Biology – and felt hurt, we kind of reconciled when he conceded the value in some of those subjects after I pressed him on it.

14. Do you ever find yourself imitating them, either consciously or unconsciously?

I definitely don’t imitate him as much as I did T, the only things I can think about is subtly adapting his sense of humour or hand gestures. I did steal his way of drawing bullet points, I don’t remember ever seeing another teacher draw it like that.

15. What do you think their love language is? What’s yours?

This is extremely hard to tell, not least because I don’t even know if Incas Lily is in a relationship, let alone seen it displayed at school. I would guess quality time and acts of service will probably be high for him. Mine are physical touch and words of affirmation - the latter works very well with having a TC, the former not at all.

16. Have they taught you anything that isn’t school related? Valuable life lessons, insights on how you feel about yourself, etc.?

That time we had a talk about my mental health and stuff, he tried to boost my self-perception and made me see some of the maladaptive thought patterns I had. Especially when he was helping me prepare for my interview, we mostly focused on questions about myself, he helped me think of some of my qualities that I didn't know I had or couldn't admit to. Occasionally hearing his opinions on life during our lessons has also been very valuable.

17. What would they have to do to make you lose feelings for them?

I think anything that compromises his basic identity as a 'good' person, a good teacher – in terms of like moral standards and being a decent human being and all that. That’s the core of my attraction.

18. Are they introverted or extroverted? What about you?

His MBTI is introverted, but he is definitely quite social with many teachers as well as students. He seems more extroverted than me, I’m probably the more introverted of extroverts.

19. Who’s more likely to start rambling about their interests while the other listens?

He’s done it sometimes in lessons and I always love it, I also do on some occasions when talking about the subject I want to major in. 

20. Do you feel guilty about having feelings for your TC?

A bit, sometimes, he’s so good to us it feels like I’m preying on that kindness. Like, he deserves a normal life without some girl semi-obsessing over him, although I mostly don’t actively inconvenience him with these feelings. At least this time he’s not married (😭)

21. Are you insecure about them liking another student more than you?

Always. I always said I loved T before any of his other students did, but I didn’t have feelings for Incas Lily until a year after he started teaching us, so I’m sure he likes a lot of other students better than me. I might be getting the highest grades in my class, but he doesn’t just want grades. Man, and I’ve seen him have really casual dynamics with some of the students a year or two below us and it sucks.

22. What kind of hairstyle would you love to see them in?

His current one is super pretty, it's curly and thick and frames his facial features beautifully. I miss when the top was dyed silver, though, that was the utmost beauty.

23. Do you think they trust you?

We don't ever really get into an emotional level of trust, but for any academic setting he must do. He let me self study a unit, he said he thinks I'd never be able to cheat, and he let me finish up an experiment alone in his lab when we were still doing experiments.

24. What’s the most comedic moment that’s occurred between you two?

It's hard to say, but it was quite funny when he used to give me quizzes for his lower year groups to do, especially when I sometimes get inexplicably caught up in them.

25. Have you ever drawn them or written about them to vent your feelings?

I write about Incas Lily often – usually in diaries and on this blog, sometimes in imagines.

26. How do you feel when you’re around them? Are you so nervous that you can’t concentrate, or do you just feel happy that you get to spend time with them?

I used to almost always be really happy around him (he was my comfort teacher before I really had romantic feelings), it turned into nervousness maybe a few months back, and now a mixture.

27. Do you guys have any inside jokes?

There's one where I told him off for not teaching us something and it comes up in exams, but I think it also annoys him a little.

28. Do their morals, principles, or political views align with yours?

Maybe less so than it was with T, but with basic things like political inclinations, support for gender equality/the LGBTQ+ community/etc., being pro-choice, we are very similar on.

29. Have you ever tried to get over them?

Some days when it gets really bad, like during Mocks in January or sometimes this month, I have wondered whether I should or am meant to get over him, but it's so hard when seeing him makes my heart clench every time.

30. If someone nice your age showed up in your life and you caught feelings for them, would you move on from your TC?

We have so little time now, I doubt I could catch feelings for someone my age or move on from Incas Lily. Hopefully, I will after I go to university.

31. Have you ever said or done something that, in hindsight, might have been hurtful to them? Have they ever done the same to you?

Like for the inside joke, I (jokingly) complained about him not teaching us something, which might have been a bit hurtful, but I have truly tried to always be careful and good around him. I was hurt when he made fun of some of the subjects I like, especially during times when I was feeling really tense, and I do wonder whether he knew it affected me, even though it was all done jokingly.

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8. Crumbs, by Danie Stirling

Owned: No, library Page count: 383 My summary: Ray has a favourite order at her local bakery - tea with a side of Romance. When she catches the eye of Laurie, the musician-turned-barista behind the bar, there’s a spark between them instantly. But it’s never that simple when magic is on the cards. Ray is a seer, aiming for a job on the Council; the Council who must erase themselves from the memories of anyone they used to know. And Laurie wants to get serious with his music. Will they be able to make it work, or is love not possible for someone with ambitions? My rating: 4/5 My commentary:

Well, this was absolutely delightful. I picked this up from the graphic novels section at work, but apparently it’s an adaption of a webtoon, which you can read here! I was very much enamoured with it, I read it all in one sitting on the bus on the way home the other day, and it was so hard to extricate myself from its world to actually, you know, get home. The art is really nice, it’s soft and round and bright and evocative in all the right ways, and its themes and ideas hit hard for me. I really like it, and if anything in this post sounds good to you, click the link above to read it for yourself!

So this one sort of hit me straight in the insecurities, and the way it managed that is with Laurie. He’s a sweet kid, but he tries to be all things to all people at all times and that ends up backfiring on his relationships. He treats everyone like they’re the most important person in the universe, at the cost of his own wellbeing and mental health. Which...is something I also have a problem with, sometimes. Seeing it reflected back to me wasn’t necessarily what I was expecting, but it was good, and very well-handled. Poor Laurie. He just needs a bunch of magical therapy.

Which leads me onto the other way this comic hit me straight in the feelings, and that’s the overall theme of achieving your dreams, and finding out that those dreams aren’t exactly how you imagined. Ray wants to be on the Council, but in her normal life she can’t remember anything she did inside, just a vague feeling of dissatisfaction. She knows she’s powerful, she knows her skills and talent will basically guarantee her a place, but she isn’t sure if this really is something she wants - especially because her unique talent as a seer of the present isn’t what she wants to do, she wants to see the future. Laurie, too, finds his dreams of being a musician aren’t actually that great in reality, being rejected from auditions and finding that people devalue his work. Reality sucks, but I like seeing them both reconcile with that fact and managing not just to get what they wanted, but to shape their dreams and ambitions into something they actually want, as opposed to something they think they want, or something they think other people want for them.

The worldbuilding for this comic is amazing. I really like worldbuilding that doesn’t rely on dumps of exposition, more like weaving a tapestry of worldbuilding elements and ideas, dropping them into the narrative without necessarily sitting down to explain them. I’ve said so many times that I love this style of worldbuilding, it somehow manages to make the world feel that much bigger, and keeps the narrow focus on our protagonists and their specific place in the world, as opposed to the world in general. I like it!

Next up, a man trapped in a labyrinth, and the secrets that dog his footsteps.

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Happy Birthday to such an incredible 65-year-old man! Hoping your day proves to be as impressive as you are by the end of it. 65 looks great on you! May your birthday cake be as sweet as your smiles. Oh, sweet 65, my dear, much beloved senior citizen. Invest in yourself and adapt to the changing world to keep on living. My always-hip friend, you're growing older but not aging. So happy Birthday! 65 doesn't look 65 at all! Happy Birthday to the one who is a little child in years but a big boy in attitude. You need not age the extra day with each Birthday of your 65th year. Celebrate my 65th Birthday! see also: 101+ Best Dog Birthday Wishes & Dog Birthday Quotes I appreciate that you (plurality) have shared this, while aging is just a number. You don't look that old or that young, either. I hope you find your birthday card filled with love and best wishes. The walker has the effect of blasting 1965. Thus, it is time to rock while in the walker. Happy 65th Birthday! Bye, my junior year. Please welcome to the senior's club. Happy 65th. 65 years into the future, you remain old but still more relaxed than the mainstream. Happy Birthday! 65, you may have a lot of pain and pains, but you don't feel it. Have a wonderful birthday!

 Heartfelt 65th Birthday Wishes

Today is the 65th anniversary of a particular person. It will be remarkable if your day is half as lovely as yours. 65 years young and still turning heads! Celebrate with a special 65th birthday card filled with memories. Happy Birthday to you, silly, whose positivity is perpetual and perfect.Happy Birthday! Each year, getting better makes the world a brighter place. I wish you all the best for the upcoming year ahead! Happy 65th. Your 65th birthday card is on its way, filled with wishes for happiness and health. Clearly, you are debunking the myth that age is simply a number. You give us courage with your youthful spirit. Hoping for a beautiful day for you! The month seems to pass quickly when life is fun. Thank you for endlessly filling our devotion with joy. Wishing you a bright and sunny 65th birthday. What is it like being an ingredient of the limited membership of 65 years? I am sure you are glamming at it totally your way. Happy Birthday! also read: 101+ Best Dog Birthday Wishes & Dog Birthday Quotes Uniqueness is your strong point, and to your friendship, I wish for another orbit around this blazing ball of sun. Have a great 65th! Making their way to the festivities, he is now 65 years old and still adored and youthful like a child. You've really had my back through this - that is remarkable. Happy Birthday! With your goodwill and endless quest for joy, you give each day a beautiful shine. I mean, well, you have a happy and wonderful birthday! 65 is only a number, but you will always be a hero to us. Thank you, and I wish you an evening of your special day as much as you want.

Inspirational 65th Birthday Wishes

It is with joy that I tell you that you keep on motivating me with your incredible life and study spirit. May every day of yours be as valuable as yours. Thank you for proving that 65 is just a number theory by showing that your energy and spirit do not tire.Happy Birthday! Your illustration suggests that sometimes our best years lie in yet to come. Celebrate well! You always inspire me with strength, wisdom, and a cheerful attitude. Here's to the beginning of a new season and our latest adventures!

Thank you so much for guiding me; that every upcoming year is the beginning of new adventures. Have an inspiring and wonderfully blessed birthday! You are the evidence that experience makes one fearful, not old. Shine on! Thank you once again for the theory that proved helpful to me. I wish you more revelations in this New Year, which you will communicate. That is true; you inspire me to see life better everyday. Happy Birthday to you, and I hope it is the greatest of all! Thanks for showing how one's mind can be opened and broadened if the heart gives in. Steal the show as you twinkle upfront! Your love is a new hope for me. And the sky continues to clear - soaring high, page after page of enchanting narratives yet to unfold. Shine on!

Polite and Respectful 65th Birthday Wishes

Much love, the best gift for my dear soul. I wish you all the best today and hope that you enjoy your day as much as you. May your day be filled with joy; maybe you have many years of health ahead. Happy 65th! Here's to acknowledging and being grateful for one more year of wit, which has brought us more notches to our belts and the most of life. Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday to someone who always sets an example with love, care and positivity. The planet is mesmerizing with our lights on. Thank you for being my tutor, best friend and one who brought out the best in me during my college years. May your day be filled with all that makes your heart smile. 65 years young! This day is better due to your company. Your day is a bit more wonderful because you're fantastic. Happy Birthday! Also Read: 90+ Heartfelt & Best Happy Birthday Wishes for Son With most profound thanks, admiration and warm regard, may you have a wonderful birthday and a year that brings you joy. I hope you see your most entertaining celebrations today and a year full of good health, a happy life, and multiple blessings. Happy Birthday! May the day you cherish like no other be just as happy. I hope you have everything the world offers: the best. The time has come to give a toast to another beautiful year. A special thank you for what you do every day. Happy Birthday!

65th Happy Birthday Wishes that show Appreciation or Gratitude

Thanks for always being like an older brother: ever ready to tell me something that will catch me thinking for days. To you, we say - thank you so much; happy sithy! Behind every achievement is someone who has pushed me forward; I am wonderfully indebted. There is no better day than your Birthday. Happy-Birthday! It is in no man's mind to be gifted with such a good friend; I feel fortunate. Thank you for all that you do. I wish you a restful and enjoyable time! Your assistance and devotion have impacted many people. We appreciate you! May this be a year in which you can always have something to laugh at?

I'm indebted to you forever, and I could express my deepest thanks in words. You are treasured! All the best. Today should be as inspiring as you. I am grateful for your influence, encouragement, and love. You are unique, just as you deserve to be on this day, wishing you a happy 65th, ! I am grateful for all the joy and happiness you bring to our existence. You are an original as such. May your day be filled with joy and light! To me, there are certainly nobody's friends but yours. Appreciate all you do. I hope you have lovely memories to cherish forever. Thanks for your loving spirit and your presence all the time. You are loved! With the new year, I wish you all a year full of happiness and blessings. I appreciate your congratulations and comfort during the good and bad times. We want to say thank you and wish you the best. - have a great 65th!

65th Birthday Blessings

May your 65th year be embodied with happiness, good humour and precious nostalgic memories with your beloved! Happy Birthday! I wish you a good day. May this year be filled with joy and success. My dear, I love you so much! Happy 65th Birthday! You are a fantastic person! Happy 65th birthday! Wishing you many more years of joy, laughter, and adventure. May your life continue to be filled with love, happiness, and good health. Cheers to you! You are always in my memories for all the love, friendship, and inspiration you showered on me. I wish to be kind to you next year and grant you all your wishes. Enjoy your special day! You are unique: intelligent, humorous, and full of joie de vivre. Here's wishing the year ahead will bring you new encounters and prosperity. Happy 65th!

Happy 65th Birthday Greetings and Wishes for Grandma

Hi Grandma, so you are a member of the "senior club" now for real, yay! I wish you a 65th birthday and hope you are the same amazing as you are. Love you! I have an additional 48! Notable, isn't it, Grandma! Without all your feedback and support, we couldn't have made it. You're simply the best. Happy Birthday! Also Read: 90+ Heartfelt & Best Happy Birthday Wishes for Son Unbelievable! This year, Grandma is getting to celebrate her 65th Birthday milestone! Definitely, you don't seem like those extra years at all. I wish you a marvellous celebration today! I am throwing my hat into the ring with much love and gratitude! I shall be my first grandma forever. Wanna have all the stars in the sky shine just for us, like a galaxy created just for you and me.

Happy to your 65th awesome grandma, the person. It's also you; I will miss our fun memories and always being there for me. Hey, you are worth the great day!

65th Birthday Wishes for Grandpa

"65 Belated Son" Grandpa! I owe you infinite gratitude for always making you happy, giving you a shoulder to lean on, telling you life stories, and reminding us where we are from. "Hoping your day will be like wow, our fondest person. Thank you for all the laughs and memories. And many more fun days." "Grandpa-Cooler, hope you enjoy your 65th year more than any of the previous ones! With Love!" "Happy Birthday to our favorite storyteller. May this year be your most exciting chapter yet. LOVE from all your grandkids." "It is always your arm for wisdom and your face with smiles-I'm sorry, I cannot say enough about what a wonderful grandpa these roses are! I wish your day to be as beautiful as you! I love you."

Funny 65th Birthday Quotes

"65 is your good friend, a bit crinkled and sagged," you say in a messed up way. "But you manage to pull it off." "Happy birthday to you and I hope your joints stay flexible all through!" "65 years old. And by old, I mean the early bird is not yet old." "Another year does not matter in this world, I wish you 56.5 years of health! Birthday greetings!" "Congratulations for successfully handling 6.5 decades --- here's to the next one (which is hopefully coupled with more fibre and calcium)."

Lovely 65th Birthday wishes and inspirational quotes

"May your day be filled with the treasures found in the smaller things we encounter and whatever brings a smile to your face so that your heart tips in bliss. Have an amazing 65th!" "You have always been an inspiration for me. Happy 65th Birthday to you. Do you continue to inspire other people by embracing your own unique light." "Happy 65th! Over the umpteenth number of years, you have remained the guiding star in many lives. Thank you for the gaps that you mend. Cheers to the new ones we can yet discover. "Age doesn't mean anything as your everyday you remind me of how great our minds are and how young we can still be. Congratulations my friend, may you have more years to enjoy your happy life!" - This birthday poem for my 65th anniversary wishes you infinite wisdom and direction to continue lighting the way. May you have the best this life can offer today.

 Happy 65th Birthday Quotes for Mom or Dad

"You are one person to the world, but to me, you are the world." Happy World! "Papa is always changing a baby into a little woman. And then he turns her back into a perfect woman when she grows up." - I will always be the one you called 'Papa.' Happy 65th! I do not know how much I realized we were already in love before you and I started this journey. Happy Birthday, Mom/Dad. "A father tells himself that his child is more manly, intelligent and admirable than any other one." - Just like you're my everything, baby. Love you! "A mother's love is unique in the world. It does not know the law, or it does not pardon; it dares everything and crushes without empathy everything that opposes it." - Thanks for all these! Happy 65th!

Happy 65th Birthday Wishes, Messages for Female Friend

To one of the people I like the best, you've stood by me through everything. Thank you for our friendship, and hope we reach our 65th! Here you are, proof that people exist for forever. For you to be so kind and supportive leads to being inimitable. Can't wait to see how you top this year! To your health and the many more to come! I count on you being one of the few people who know me entirely. We toast the many memories you've made over the past 65 years. Happy Birthday! You are always a source of happiness and amusement, deserving of a fantastic birthday celebration. You instantly flood any space you are in with warmth. May you always be joyful! Happy Birthday! 65 old and still out in the world – a lady who inspires all of us. You are a delight! I want to thank you for all that you do. Here's to celebrating you!

 Happy 65th Birthday Messages for Male Friend

Congratulations on the happy 65th Birthday, my man, one of the best friends a guy could have! Thanks for all the funny moments shared. Here's to many more! A strong woman of 65 years struck me like a branch with flowers blossoms. Remember, we have lots more to explore; cheers to a long friendship connection! Happy Birthday! We have been together for a long time. Thanks for your words of wisdom and interest in my work. Here's to the next chapter. I'll toast you to many more of the best moments of our life - happy 65th! Get yourself an age armour, just like a day back on your 21st, and remember a birthday gift that marks your resilience. That's what true friendship is all about! I am so pleased to offer these birthday wishes to you on your outstanding 65th Birthday. 65 years and so many memories - you own the title of "the good one." Thankless is what you are, but you are the best for us. It is your Birthday, so celebrate it as uniquely as you are.

Happy 65th Birthday Wishes for Aunty

Dear beloved aunt, may your special day, like yours, remain forever bright. Happy 65th Birthday! 65 years young! With such an attitude, you can enter the world as a beauty magnum opus. The coolest aunt ever is precisely what you are. A happy birthday to you. It's time right now to say goodbye. We have made great memories together. You are unique - go ahead with your 65th jubilee in a grand style! You possess energy and can always be "on" for fun. Today is the day, now a new chapter starts. Let memories of many happy years shared guide us today. Happy 65th! Hoping that it will be just as wonderful as you are. I'll never forget you as my angel of health and love. Happy Birthday, Aunty!

 Happy 65th Birthday Wishes for Uncle

Designer, Happy 65th birthday to my beloved person! Thank you for your continuous help, laughter and loving support. I'm blessed to have you in my life. 65 yet this year(2024), and I am still humming in power! Thanks for the good times we enjoyed together over these years. You already are every light - Have a magical day! Have a great 65th birthday to one of the most fantastic uncles! Thanks to you, I am more self-confident and independent. Wishing for the best for the person you are. It's so hard for me to believe that time is dashing! This way, it looks like we were just kids. Thanks for standing by us all these years. You really are something special! I hope you will have a great day! From card games to insane travels, you have been consistently around. Thank you for the Instructions and the humour. Hoping you've as great a day as you are! May you receive a fantastic birthday gift that brings you joy.

Happy 65th Birthday Wishes for Father-in-law

Cheers to life at age 65 to the guy who married my lovely mother-in-law! I'm so glad you are part of our family. Thus, thanks for a decade of laughter and friendship. I hope it shines on you just as brightly as you do! Dear Dad-in-law, Thank you for all the joy and happiness he has brought. Have a happy 65th birthday! May this year be filled with health and happiness. Thank you for being an essential part of my journey. 65 years young! Looking forward to seeing you. May your day be as fun and somnolent as you are. Thanks for the jokes and the education. You are one of a kind-happy birthday! How time flies! Seems it was just yesterday we came. Thank you for all the memories, along with the wisdom through time. This you're the best Father-in-law. Happy 65th! Turning 65 is a milestone, and relaxing and enjoying the fruits of your labour is now acceptable. Blessed be your Birthday, the man who cares without leading. Your birthday card messages are always filled with wisdom. We are immensely thankful to you for your noteworthy contribution. I hope you enjoy today to the fullest!

 Happy 65th Birthday Wishes for Mother-in-law

From the first time I called you, my mother-in-law, thank you for the lovely and solid support that has always been there. You're undoubtedly one! Happy 65th! Whatever our blood relationship may be, for you, I will always see the family. Thank you so, so much for everything you do.Happy 65th Birthday! You are not simply my mother-in-law. You are one of my very best buddies. Read the full article

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Bungo Stray Dogs - Kafka Asagiri/Sango Harukawa Volumes 7-8: “I like Dazai a normal amount,” she lied - A commentary (*anime spoilers)

-JINKO ATSUSHI AND DAZAI ON THE COVER, HERE WE GO

-THE COLORED PAGE OF DAZAI AND ATSUSHI, I LOVE THEM IT'S BEAUTIFUL

-it kind of amazes me that higuchi had to look at dazai's records to learn who he is. it amazes me that he isn't a local legend turned into ghost story for the newer mafia members

-could it actually be that cruelty "bores him, really"? current dazai isn't cruel. he's many things, but not cruel. could it be that he actually got so desensitized to it, that from cruel he turned to not cruel because it all became boring?

-i need to know, asagiri-sensei, did you sense that dazai would become so popular, did you hope, did you have a hunch. i had the same question on aot's levi, and i had it answered

-that's what i'll be saying if present timeline dazai gets transferred to the port mafia too: "why would mori-san, a paragon of rational logic..."

-DAZAI IS SO PRETTY, I CANNOT. i mean, erhm, yes, plot, interesting, very

-great job at drawing Q scary enough to justify dazai's "!" reaction. great job (i first wrote "dazai's shocked reaction," but "shock" feels too heavy of a word for dazai)

-i can just picture atsushi lamenting for all the clothes and shoes he destroys when he transforms

-okay no, that's decidedly an untainted eyes shocked dazai, when he realizes what "for his safety" meant. also my, what poofy hair for manga dazai <3. erhm, i mean, plot, yes, interesting, very (*i jest, i love the plot)

-but also, dazai's safety? really? what would anyone do to him in this situation? he'd cancel Q's and atsushi's abilities. nonsense, they just wanted him to not do that. great moment for atsushi though

-i mean, even the fact that you'd think of going so far as to "ponder the morality behind your[the agency's] plans" is progress for you, my dearest dazai

-THE BITCH SLAP, I LOVE THAT MOMENT

-"i have no right to whisk you away from your own past" that's such an interesting notion

-"stop feeling sorry for yourself. as long as you do, your life will be an unending nightmare."

-state of dazai's neck bandages: they're always there! always there!

-pff louisa is adorable

-genuinely, i'd like to see just a glimpse on what dazai has on chuuya, on kouyou, on everyone that's so terrified of his capacity to blackmail them/keep them quiet

-okay, but the spread of dazai pointing a gun at ango. iconic. ango's seen dazai for two seconds and he's already exhausted. dazai is tainted-eyed. all is well.

-i mean, ango having wiped your record clean is a Pretty Big Thing, dazai, you have to admit

-the walking whiplash that is dazai

-i think this is a great arc to show what exactly dazai does with information. how he makes educated guesses and plans, how he gets more info, how he reacts and adapts based on what he learns. later on, at least in the anime, after you've taken for granted that yeah okay dazai is a genius and probably has fifty plans hatching in secret, and with all the mind-fuckery going on, it's easy to forget that it's an actual process that he goes through, and it's very nicely laid-out in this comparatively more small-scale conflict

-man, i do love atsushi, he's so. SO! adorable, sweet, pure little flower, pinch-his-cheeks, feed him a cookie, pat his little head, protecc him.

-TAINTED EYES KYOUKA

-why is atsushi "the guide to this book," did we ever learn?

-DAZAI'S WIDE EYE WHEN HE SEES THE MARK ON KUNIKIDA! also, kunikida my man, what did you do to the poor trees, i didn't think you were like that

-i love the translator for translating "hohh?" as "hohh." you could have said "oh?" but you went with "hohh?"

-lucy calls atsushi "a poor lil stray cat," cat-theme, cat.

-lucy is an ada/pm shipper confirmed, and highly relatable

-CHUUUUUYA

-idk man, i think atsushi is a very compelling MC

-me: ffs, akutagawa, stop it with needing dazai's praise so desperately. also me, when dazai tells atsushi "you did really well": omg he praised us :") he said "really well" omg :') dazai omg :")

-dreamy princess dazai on the cover

-i see you fukuzawa, on the same spread with dazai. REMEMBER DAZAI, YOUR BLACK SHEEP SON, FUKUZAWA?! REMEMBER HIM?!

-dazai: "haaaaah... i can't muster the energy for anything..." relatable

-I AM SO IMPRESSED BY THE ALWAYS-THERE NECK BANDAGES EVEN IN THE TINIEST MOMENTS

-EIGHT YEARS AGO, LITTLE WHITTLE 14-YEAR-OLD DAZAI, HE'S SUCH A KIDDIE, LOOK AT HIS BIG EYES

-isn't it funny how it's basically because of atsushi's suggestion that the agency starts communicating with the port mafia and they start cooperating regularly? isn't it funny how our Sweet Summer Child MC did that

-pardon me, i don't like what i'm saying either, but why is mori-san so babydoll when talking to fukuzawa. he's extra smiley and sparkly

-see, see, dazai says it clearly to mori-san, "i don't want to team up with you either." PLEASE take tanizaki-kun!

-"twin dark"? double black is translated as twin dark in the manga? interesting.

-chuuya so fine

-WHAT IS THIS PAGE OF SMOL CHUUYA AND SMOL DAZAI LOOKING AT EACH OTHER AS THEY'RE BEING SEPARATED! WHAT IS THIS TINY Q WITH HIS SLIPPERS

-chuuya so smol :")

-"and there was only one doorknob" (*on dazai and chuuya both reaching out to open the door)

-you say you drank wine to celebrate that dazai left, chuuya, but all i'm hearing is "i got myself drunk 'cause i couldn't deal with it all"

-why does chuuya look so concerned that the curse hit our agency, what

-ah yes, my ship, walking bag of bandages/hat rack

-anime, manga, anywhere i see chuuya call dazai's name in concern, i just melt, i cannot. icannotcope

-chuuya "herding dog," mafia, dogs, my point.

-"and i hope your hat seizes your consciousness and kills you"??? that's creative.

-i almost said "chuuya is such a sweetheart," ffs. HE IS NOT, but you know what i mean. running to dazai, telling him he can't die in a place like this...

-is that a bare elbow i see? IS THAT A BARE ELBOW BEYOND THE CAST, NO BANDAGES?! dazai you minx

-CHUUYA'S SO SHORT COMPARED TO DAZAI, I CANNOT <3

-"TWIN DARK SIDEKICK"?! that's a low blow, dazai

-dazai's so starry-eyed at corruption

-is chuuya conscious through corruption? does he remember what he's supposed to do, does he remember what he's done after?

-DAZAI LEFT CHUUYA BEHIND AND WENT HOME?! JESUS CHRIST, DAZAI!!! ffs.

-is there anything more terrifying than having dazai bring you flowers and a fruit basket. you know nothing's good coming out of it

-so what we are saying is a) dazai and his tainted eyes either predicted the guild would attack ango or arranged the mystery vehicle attack for blackmail reasons, most likely the latter, which, fine, and b) that dazai fiddled with the airbag of the exact vehicle ango would take? what if he'd taken another vehicle? dazai, let's talk.

-WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ERASED YOUR ENTRANCE EXAM FROM YOUR MEMORY, TANIZAKI, EXPLAIN! WHAT HAPPENED, HOW BAD WAS IT!

-"WIMPIEST IN THE WEST/WIMPIEST IN THE EAST" AHAHAHA

-"stagger," "cough," coughing blood, bring our boy aku-kun to yosano-san ffs (CAN she heal him? how much can she heal?)

-even though dazai and ranpo are both geniuses and both reach similar conclusions, their individual brand of genius just FEELS different. dazai's a strategist and a coordinator, ranpo is a puzzle-solver. it just tastes different, even though the result is the same-ish

-there's something so sweetly non-MC-heroic about atsushi telling dazai they should cancel the plan and find shelter when he learns the moby dick will drop on top of the agency. you think it's gonna destroy just the agency? the general populace doesn't even cross his mind on that instant, and it's so naively sweet

-atsushi's so strong, mentally. he struggles so much and he is so strong, fighting against himself, against his upbringing, and coming up on top. i'm sure he has no idea, but there is such strength in his choices and his actions

-okay, but hear me out. i want tanizaki to be the one to go to pm, no question about that, BUT. wouldn't it be interesting if atsushi was the one to go, and there was a repeat history of the new double black, only this time it would be atsushi dragging aku-kun towards the light kicking and screaming rather than two darklings enabling each other? an interesting thought. anyway, yes, please take tanizaki.

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hi !! may I please get a ship with enhypen, txt, and p1harmony? tysm !!

PERSONALITY !

I’m extremely extremely flirty !! (might be due to all of my libra placements tbh) I love to (jokingly) flirt with all of my friends, even when they respond with disgust because I just find it funny 😭 I can kinda be described as being in love with life. I just go with the flow and live as I wanna, not really wanting to dwell too much on mistakes. I tend to adapt to my environments, which is why my different friend groups might describe me differently. I can be described as super social and happy by one group while the other might say I’m more introverted and nonjudgmental. Overall, I’d say I’m more ambiverted; I love to talk to other people but there can’t be too many or else I’ll just stay quiet and listen. I can be quite immature with my dirty humor but I try to keep it at a minimum with those I don’t know as well. I can be pretty clingy for attention but it’s mostly as a joke. I’m really big on affection but I’ll respect your space if you’re not as comfortable with it lol. I like to jokingly tease my friends for a reaction (I’m kinda annoying but it’s okay they love me I think 😭) I don’t really open up about my feelings too much but I do enjoy helping and listening to others problems. No matter how much I joke and make fun of my friends, I’ll always make sure they’re okay and they have someone to talk to. I try to make myself as available as I can but I kinda suck at calling and texting back so sometimes people just stop trying and just talk to me in person 💀. I try my best to include everyone in conversations, especially the people who are a little quieter !! I just like to connect to everyone and make everyone feel comfortable around me :D I’m definitely not a perfect person, though. I can be pretty dismissive of problems and really stubborn when I think I’m right (I have horrible pride I’m ngl 😭) I’m not super short tempered but I get quiet and will ignore you if I get upset. I’m also a little competitive when it comes to things and will literally make you play me until I win 💀 I try to improve my communication and am working on opening up to others !!

LIKES !!

I <3 animals !! I have a cat, dog, n fish ! I’m not the most active person but I do enjoy watching sports (mostly basketball tbh) I like ice skating / pretty much anything that has to do with ice / snow :D I love to do creative arts & editing (so much to point where I go to school for it 😭) I enjoy playing video games now and then & watching movies ! I mostly just like to stay inside and chill but I like to go out every once in awhile to explore.

MY TYPE !

I don’t have too much of a type !! I’m initially attracted to looks if I’m being honest but when it comes to personality I always look for humor & how easily I can talk to them! I do notice I have 2 main personalities I find interesting; the more reserved people who like to tease & the well-liked social people who can match my energy :)

Hopefully this wasn’t too long! But thank you sm for reading this & taking the time to do these !! I understand how time consuming and stressful they are so please do take all the time you need to complete it! I hope you’re doing well & staying healthy—thank you again ! <3

Hiii!! So sorry it took this long! I really hope you like your ships! Thank you so much for requesting and your sweet message<3

Enhypen:

I ship you with…

Jake

You guys are so similar it’s so funny!

Jake and you constantly flirt with each other even though your already in a relationship

Jake gets more shy from your flirting then you do

Honestly I don’t see him as a super jealous person so he would probably find it super funny if you went up and fake flirted with one of the guys(he would do it with you)

Anything can make the two of you laugh, you both have a dirty mind

Jake admires the way your such a go with the flow person

You two light up the room when you walk in

Both you and Jake are low key clingy so the members have to get used to it cause if you can you will cling to each other

When talking with the guys with Jake you include the more introverted members a lot and Jake’s heart melts, he loves it and loves how sweet you are to others

You guys are fun and child like together but have a hard time talking about serious stuff

Because you do have a hard expressing things it can cause fights with Jake that can last a while because of how stubborn you both are

Every time you guys pass a dog on a walk Jake begs you to get one together

You both love animals

Jake kinda forces you outside a lot but will gladly stay inside and watch movies all day if the weather isn’t good

Because your friends with the guys you and Sunghoon go ice skating with Jake sometimes, this is one of the only times he gets jealous because he’s not as good as Sunghoon

Overall, you guys are sooooo freaking adorable it’s very much puppy vibes with the two of you:)

TXT:

I ship you with…

Soobin

You and Soobin are low key opposites but it works trust me

The classic introvert and extrovert relationship

Soobin looks up to you, he wants to be more laid back, flirty, and social

But trust me this man flirts all the time as a joke and ends up making himself shy instead of you

Soobin can read your mind, so when your in a group of people and you aren’t speaking much he knows your a little overwhelmed

Soobin tries to act mature but is just as immature as you

Literally the two of you giggling in the corner at something stupid

If he didn’t have to let go of you he wouldn’t

He pretends not to like it half of the time but he does cause he’s terrible at faking it

Soobin feels a little hurt when you dismiss his feels when your in arguments but it doesn’t last long as Soobin isn’t as stubborn as you

He hates when you ignore him, he will cling to your back until you talk to him

Soobin could stay in bed all day with you literally doing nothing, he will do what you want to, go out? Watch movies? Cook? Explore a little? He’s down for anything

Overall, you guys are a little weird in a good way though, you treat each other so well and are adorable<3

P1harmony:

I ship you with…

Theo

Another opposites attract!!

Theo may get shy when you flirt with him but he will tease the hell out of you until your as red as a tomato

He finds anything you do so funny but tries to hide it so it doesn’t show how whipped he is for you

He’s embarrassed about how much he loves you

Introvert and extrovert coupleeee

I feel like the two of you could sit in silence for a while together just comfortable

He laughs whenever you laugh, if someone makes a stupid dirty joke and you laugh he will start laughing and tease you to stop

He’s giving tsundere but he fails pretty quickly

Pretends to hate your cuddles but will stay there all day

Theo appreciates your listening and how you try to help him when he’s feeling down

He doesn’t want to show you but you always know and he loves it even though it finds it annoying

Theo and you mostly stay inside for dates but go out a bit too

Loves your pets like he lives for them

He wants to go ice skating with you so bad

I feel he fits your type pretty well!

Overall, you guys are so funny and cute together, like anyone can see the heart eyes he gives you:)

[tommyspeakycap]

Please could you write one with Grealish where you’re a Chelsea fan so refuse to wear a Villa shirt with his name on, and for bants Mount gets you a Chelsea shirt with his name and Jack gets all pouty?

omg I love this idea!! gets very smutty at the end ;) enjoy!

Villa Boy

A love for Chelsea had been something you adapted and grew to into as a young girl. Your dad was never entirely sure how to bond with his only daughter and your mother told him just to include you in what he loved. And so came your season pass with a little lanyard that still hung proudly in your childhood room right next to a shirt mounted in a glass photo frame with Frank Lampard's signature scrawled along the eight on the back.

It was actually how you met Jack in the first place, which is the only one single reason that he has for liking your club affiliation. Otherwise, it was one of the most annoying things in his world. It was often a source of teasing and taunting, you saying your team was better than his and him swaggering home and gloating for weeks when Aston Villa take a win over Chelsea. It was the bane of his life that he couldn't get you into that claret and blue. Not even to sleep in or wear around the house, you just would not dare put it on.

"I would feel my dad's shame emanate through the walls, maybe it would kill him. And then I'd lose every morsel of self respect I have, so not a chance." You'd snort, not even giving him a window for more persuasion.

His England shirt? that was fair game. You'd wear that with pride, to the shops, round the house, walking the dog and especially at his games but there was just absolutely no chance of getting you into his Villa shirt.

Though Jack may never admit it, it was one of his biggest wants. Seeing you in his England short was nothing short revolutionary - he'd said. It only made him want to see you in the Villa shirt more. That was his childhood club, getting to captain that was one of his biggest achievements and while he knew you were absolutely proud of him. You were the most proud and encouraging person in his life and there were no ifs buts or maybes in that.

But my god he knew you'd look fit in that claret and blue.

No matter how much it annoyed him, he wouldn't get you out of the darker blue home jersey of your favourite club no matter what he did. It was something he had come to accept over the course of your relationship, it was by and large fine.

Until that jersey said someone else's name across the back.

"Awh come on!" He yelps, mouth dropped open as you emerge into the kitchen with your toothbrush hanging out your mouth and only one shoe on. Jack knows you slept in because he switched off your alarm last night in hopes you'd miss the game, but Jack dropped a bowl when he tripped over the dog and woke you up anyway.

You going to the Villa v Chelsea game in a Chelsea shirt was bad enough, but now he's just clocked something that's sent his mind firing a mile a minute.

MOUNT

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Not a fucking chance.

"Oi, you!" He calls out, throwing himself off the chair at the kitchen island, his feet fumbling over one another to get after you as quickly as possible. "What's up, Jack?" You hum innocently, a sweet smile playing on your lips as you stand in the doorway shoving on your other shoe. "Is something the matter?"

Jack gawks, opening and closing his mouth awaiting words to find his frazzled brain. "Yes!" He squeaks, a tone you'd never heard from a man before, let along your very deep voiced man. "There's no way that you're- what are you doing? Come back." He groans, his feet shuffling after you as you walk back through the house to find your car keys. "We're going to be late if you don't hurry up." You note sweetly, Jack drops his jaw. "We're not going anywhere until-"

"Hi Mason, yeah I got it. Fits like glove actually. Yeah, we're just leaving now. I'll meet you in the car park."

Jack's face was literally priceless. His agape, eye's wild, brows furrowed. A pout settles itself firmly into his lips the second he sits in the car with his arms folded over his chest like a toddler. You have to physically stifle a laugh at him as you beam the entire drive to Villa Park.

"M' gonna burn that." He states. You cast him a glance out the corner of your eye as you pull into the players parking. A snigger escapes despite your very best efforts and Jack resumes his frontward glare at the dashboard with his lips in a firm line. "Gonna win this game, burn that shirt and knock Mount flat."

You know he's not being serious about Mason. He's very fond of the player when they're on the same side. But you had become very close friends with him through the mutual love for the club he plays at and Jack absolutely despised that. He wasn't the kind to be bothered by your friends even to a moderate degree and even here he trusted you, he just fucking hated the concept of another club and another mans name over your back. It ticked him right off.

You know this very well. You knew what you were getting into the second Mason handed you that dark blue shirt. It was all fun and games really. You loved the club but you only wore the Mount shirt to get under Jack's skin. You thought it might even throw off his game a little.

The second he stormed onto the pitch and scored a goal 5 minutes into the game, you figured that might not be the case.

Every opportunity, every goal, every opening and every single tackle, Jack turned to you. He turned to you with fire in those brown eyes, sending you a cheeky wink. His passion, the very serious look etched onto his features and the way he was looking at you was fuelling a very different kind of fire in you.

Jack played the whole 90 minutes and he took Mason Mount down at every single given opportunity in a careful way that just evaded him getting a yellow card. He finished hot, sweaty and with a man of the match trophy for 2 goals and one assist with a majority of the game spent with the ball at his feet.

The 3 nil win should have been a lot more disappointing that it was, but he just looked so fucking good. The sweat stuck his hair to his temples, his muscles tight and protruding through exertion as he walks off the field after shaking every hand.

You're standing just outside the tunnel with Mason and John McGinn standing with you, talking about the match mostly. John makes a joke about you wearing that top more often, seems to be a good luck charm for Villa even if it's the opposing team. Mason scoffs and says; "More like an angry boyfriend wants to murder me charm."

That's when Jack appears and John barely gets his mouth open to greet him before Jack shoulders through the two footballers. His mouth finds your immediately. Hot, passionate, fiery and filled with his dominance.

He pulls back and grabs onto your hand tightly with his back to the two midfielders. Jack twists his body round with a daggering glare.

"Nobody," Jack growls, "fucks around with girl."

His tone, deep and gravelly, only serves to dampen your panties further in a way that makes your clench your legs together.

Jack's done with pouting, the teasing can resume later. For now, he's dragging you by the hand to a darkened conference room. Hiking you up his body before setting you on the table that sits at a miraculously perfect height that places you right against his bulge.

He wastes no time whatsoever ripping down your leggings and panties, his fingers finding you immediately to swirl pressured motions around your sensitive clit. "Ahh, who's got you moaning like that baby?" He rumbles, words vibrating through your lips.

"You Jack, oh god, you!" You pant as his fingers leave you feeling empty and needy. Jack easily tugs down his shorts and pulls himself out of his boxers to line up with your entrance. His victory sex is hot always, but usually there was a dry spell after a Villa v Chelsea game, so it had never been this hot.

"And who am I?" He grunts, pushing himself into you to hear your shuddering squeak of pleasure. He lays you down over the table, hands following you under your shirt to carefully and tentatively swirl his fingers over your nipples from under your bra. "Oh god, Jack," you move your hands to the hem of the blue shirt to lift it over your head, but Jack's hands stop them before you have the chance.

"No, no, no," he chastises with a smirk, "Want to fuck you in their colours," He continues to thrust roughly into you with each heavy breath, mouth and squeak that escapes you only spurring him on. "Want to fuck you with his name on your back, baby. Remind you who you belong to."

You shudder in pleasure with the feeling of his lips attaching to your neck, letting out a shaky, heavy breath as he snakes a hand down between you to swirl those circles around your more pleasureful spot once again. He knows the intricate details of your body better than any man ever has and he always ensures he uses it to his advantage, but nothing like today. His lips on the sweet spot of your neck, hitting and stretching you perfect between your legs with masterful work of his fingers pushing you closer and closer with each second that passed.

"Fuck , I'm so close-"

"Who's making you feel so good, baby?" He pants, skin slapping and heavy breathing echoing around the room. "You, Jack. You!"

"Not a Chelsea boy eh?" He grunts, teeth nibbling down over your collarbone. "Not a Chelsea boy baby is it?" He reiterates, pairing the movements of his hand only until you snap open your eyes again, "No Jack, it's all you. not a- oh god!"

Jack breathes a chuckle into your ear with an appreciative hum to follow.

"Yeah, Villa Captain isn't it? You're screaming out for a Villa boy, ain't ya?" He coaxes, edging you further and further as he speeds up to a pace he's never quite hit you with before. The adrenaline of the match, the irritation of that blue jersey and the passion for the win colliding to give him an energy he's never yet had. Watching your eyes roll beneath him wearing that stupid blue entices him on, only makes him want to pleasure you more if even possible. "Yes! Yes, I am, oh god just don't stop."

"Go on then," he encourages, voice deep in your ear. "Come undone for the Villa Captain baby."

He didn't have to tell you twice, that was for sure. The sight of your eyes fluttering, the feeling of you clenching around him with a steam of, "Fuck yes Jack!" sends him tumbling over the edge of his orgasm right after you, a strangle cry out of your name as it wracks through him.

When he lays down beside you in the table that very surpassingly withstood the pace of your antics, you're both breathless and shining with sweat. Your legs feel like jelly as you still throb from the pleasure. Jack turns his head to you with a lazy smirk, brushing some hair off your forehead as you turn to look at him.

"Well, I certainly do love a Villa boy."

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For @one-more-offbeat-anthem 's 1k follower celebration. The prompt was "sickfics" and I've never written a sickfic in my life so, naturally, I adapted a scene from one of my comfort movies (Fever Pitch, 2005). HUGE congrats on your milestone love!!!

read on ao3 or below (1.5k words)

Castiel should've known better than to listen to his brother regarding food. They have wildly different palates, and why he agreed to accompany Gabriel to lunch at some newly-opened new-age restaurant with barely any reviews, he'll never know. He wasn't thinking.

He could think even less that night, hunched over the toilet with food poisoning while his date knocked on his apartment door.

As soon as he could, Castiel scrambled to his feet and wobbled over to open it, his over-excitable golden retriever on his heels. Dean stood there in a nice leather jacket, all dapper and first-date-ready with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and it broke Castiel's heart to have to tell him:

"I'm sick."

He was sure it was evident in his eyes, death breath, hair sticking out in all directions from holding his head above the toilet, but he said it anyway.

"I'm really sick, I'm sorry. Come back tomorrow."

Castiel went to close the door, but Dean took a cautious step, bouquet forgotten at his side. "Sick how? You in pain? Do you need anything?"

"I just-" Castiel swallowed forcefully. "I ate at this new restaurant and-"

Just thinking about it made him run to the bathroom again, and he almost didn't make it on time. He barely registered Dean, still at the doorway, say something about Castiel (Cas, he called him) not needing to fake it if he didn't want to go out with him. A few seconds later, the door closed, and Castiel (still puking) thought that was that. He blew it with the handsome schoolteacher, all thanks to his brother's awful culinary taste.

His dog's wasn't so far behind. "Honey, please don't eat that," he reprimanded her, failing to shoo her out of the bathroom.

When he felt he was done, for the time being at least, he tried to stand. He was weak, and for a second he thought he might split his head open on the toilet seat, but then Dean was there, hands on his waist, helping him up. "I got you," said Dean, over and over again, and Castiel believed him.

Dean helped him to his bed where he tried to sit him down, but Castiel must've been weaker than he thought. He flopped backward, and then Dean cautiously lifted his head and placed a pillow underneath.

"Thank you."

"Got some more comfortable clothes? Something to sleep in?"

It's then Cas remembered he was already dressed for the date, slacks and a white button-up (probably grossly stained, he hated to think), and pointed Dean to a drawer.

A second later Dean was gently hoisting him back to his feet, strong hands at his sides, saying "Here, I'll help you change. Promise I won't look. Too much, I won't look too much."

And that actually made Castiel chuckle.

Dean unbuckled and took off his slacks first, replacing them with sweatpants. It was a slow, quiet process, and Dean only spoke up after he'd taken off Castiel's tie and shirt. "Alright, I gotta be honest, I'm looking. Sorry, Cas."

Cas couldn't help another chuckle. Dean was incredibly respectful through it all, careful not to touch any skin unless he had to, which was mostly to keep Cas from falling over. He slipped a t-shirt onto him and laid Cas back down on the bed, this time with his head where it was supposed to be. That's when things started to blur, when his head hit the pillow.

"I don't think there's anything left in there, but just in case..."

Cas, through hazy vision, noticed Dean putting his empty hamper next to the bed. He thanked him, repeatedly. Cas isn't sure how many times he said it, over and over again, thank you.

"Hey, no, you just get some rest," was the last thing Cas heard Dean say before he was out like a light.

Cas suspects he briefly regained consciousness three times during that night.

The first time, he's sure of. He felt a hand on his shoulder, slowly coaxing him awake. "Here," Dean said softly, placing a bottle of Gatorade with a straw in it on the nightstand. "Drink this if you can, alright? Get your strength back." Cas nodded and fell back asleep.

The second time was more questionable, and he only knows it was real because he saw the results of it in the morning. He slowly awoke on his own and saw Dean in his bathroom across from his bedroom door, wearing rubber gloves and scrubbing away at the toilet with a sponge. Cas tried to stop him, tell him no, please, you don't have to do that, really, but couldn't help sleep drag him back down before he could get the words out.

The third time is the most unbelievable. Borderline fantastical. If it was real, he might just have to marry this guy.

Cas thinks he saw Dean brushing Honey's teeth.

Out of everything that happened the night before, that is all he can think about as he steps out of the shower in the morning. He plans to call Dean, send a fruit basket to his school, invite him on the best date of his life to repay him for all he did, and ask him. It's going to sound ridiculous, did you brush my dog's teeth or did I hallucinate that, and Dean will probably turn down his invite. If not for the hell he went through that night, then for Cas being insane.

And then Cas finds Dean asleep on his couch, Honey snuggled into his side. And yeah, he's probably going to marry this guy. This schoolteacher who happened to pick him and his office as a field trip destination for his math kids. This adorable guy that came back later that same day, thanked him for getting through to the kids (which Cas didn't think he had, but he digresses), and then asked him out. This unbelievably sweet guy that Cas initially rejected, god knows why, but then called at his school and left a message for, Saturday at seven, here's my address, because he couldn't get him off his mind. This caring, thoughtful, heaven-sent guy who showed up with flowers, now in a vase on his dining table, found Cas with food poisoning and proceeded to take care of him, his dog, and his apartment the rest of the night.

Before Cas can think about marrying him again (which he was going to, the hopeless romantic), Honey startles and jumps off the couch, waking Dean. Cas doesn't move, just watches as Dean sits up, notices him, then sits up straighter.

"Hey! Hey, how you feeling?" Dean asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand. He put products in his hair for the date, Cas notices, because it's now stiffly and adorably messed up.

"Much better. I won't be entering any pie-eating contests any time soon, though."

"Too bad. That was my next date idea."

Cas smiles, the words next date making his heart flutter in his ribcage. His question pops back into his mind.

"Did you, um..." Don't ask about the dog, he'll think you're crazy. He decides to go with "Did you clean my bathroom last night?" even though he knows the answer.

"Me? No."

Well. Cas thought he knew the answer. Probably dreamed it too. But then who-

"The vomit elves came in," Dean continues. "Real cute. Little hats, miniature vomit bags, adorable. Efficient too."

Cas is stuck somewhere between smiling so wide his cheeks hurt, and shaking his head while rolling his eyes. "Did the elves brush Honey's teeth too?"

"Oh no, that one was me."

And that has Cas laughing in earnest. At the sound of her name, Honey came bouncing back, settling next to Dean on the couch.

"Not letting the little bastards take credit for that one. This sweetheart loves me, and I earned that myself," Dean says, scratching Honey between her ears, enraptured.

"Dean, thank you." At that, Dean looks up. "Thank you. You could've just left, but you chose to stay. And you went above and beyond. Thank you."

Dean looks away and stands, trying to play it off with a wave of his hand. "Nah, it was nothing."

"It was everything," Cas says stepping forward, placing a beckoning hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean finally looks at him with a barely-there smile and a gaze that wants to escape, but he fights for it to stay on Castiel's face. Cas is glad he does, because he needs Dean to see, understand, how grateful he is.

"I uh... I got you these." Dean reaches for a paper bag on the coffee table, and that's when Cas takes his hand off his shoulder. "Some movies."

"Such as?"

"Mostly anime porn," Dean says, and Cas is doing it again, the chuckling/eye roll/head shake combo. "And some stuff I like to watch when I'm not doing great."

"Well, for me that would be documentaries."

"Wait." Dean blinks. "What? What did you say?"

"Documentaries. Preferably environmental, or perhaps historical in nature."

"No way, you're not gonna believe this," Dean says, a bit too much surprise on his face. "This is insane dude, check this out..."

He reaches into the bag, and Cas half believes he's about to pull out a copy of Disney's Earth. He's delighted to be wrong.

"Roadhouse."

Cas laughs again, and the beaming smile on Dean's face is what convinces him. He is definitely going to marry this guy.