#but i dont remember what it was about GODDAMMIT

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

like im just saying they should invent a family that doesn't make you want to kill yourself

[boygirlctommy]

ok i really need to rewatch these games bcus i dont understand what half of these notes are referencing but me and my brother decided the order was 4-> 5-> 2-> 1-> 3-> 6

[danrifics]

I was out of dnp space for a while and these new videos are hitting hard. And I think I've figured it out.

With the loss of the gaming channel it almost felt like they were beyond/above doing it anymore, and I for some reason took that as 'oh they think this is cringe or not good or something to be embarrassed about' so they stopped. And what these new videos have done is completely reverse that idea in my head (which I don't think was actually even real at all) in that no, they loved the gaming channel, they love all their videos, they remember everything so fondly, and are so proud of what they've done.

And that's like, healing? In a way? Cause it was almost like my enjoyment of these things were invalidated due to my projected thoughts about why they stopped. So them being extremely nostalgic is...just really comforting. Like bitch, me too! I'm nostalgic too! Thank you for sharing this!! I missed the fun you had and we had and goddammit. You're funny and I forgot just how funny but it's even better now cause you're free and unfiltered and happy and dammit. I don't know how to handle that except smile and enjoy the ride.

i feel like we all kinda felt a bit confused and maybe betrayed by it at the start of the hiatus cos like we all fucking love dapg so much and its hard when you dont really understand at the time why they actually stopped. like now we know it was a bit of burn out and a huge bit to do with neither of them feeling like they could carry on while holding on to such a big secret, like i dont particularly know what its like to be closeted cos ive been out as queer since i learned what being queer (bisexual really) was when i was like 12 but like i know from other peoples experiences how hard it is to keep it from a few people i cant image how difficult it was to keep that from millions

but now theyre out and they can be themselves they can come back to dapg and actually really love it and its so beautiful to watch, to see how confident they are and how just themselves they are. queer joy is so beautiful and we get to see it every week, its absolutely beautiful

sorry this went on tangent i just have thoughts about and love for them and i couldn’t stop 😂

[sh1-n0bu]

Hi love

I stumbled upon ur blog and ahh love ur writting i wad thinking maybe if ur requests are open that u could write a lil smth IF UR FREE OFCI

was thinking scaramouche x reader argument (angst to fluff :the ansgt shouldnt be brutal bc i dont hsndle it well)

Or if ur not comfy writting that u could doo

Scaramouche x reader scara accidentally confesses to reader??

Dont overwork urself and remember to eat <3

✿ 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 ✿

characters: scaramouche x nb!reader

warnings: just a cute fluffy fic<3333, a bit of a namecalling and cursing but then again it’s scara we’re talking abt, yearning, scara don’t knowing what to do with feelings, i say traveler so you can think of it as either sibling you want, it’s more from scara’s and 3rd pov

notes: hi hi hi! absolutely loving the fact i’m getting requests ehe~ i thought of going with the argument one but i’m afraid it might get a bit too dark bc i absolutely love angst😔 i’m sorry luv. but i hope you don’t mind this one cuz i literally started working on it right as i got it lmaoooo. also the song mentioned is “rises the moon” highly recommend

“wait, hold, pause. you’re telling me that you keep staring at [name] is because you love them??? as in??? love love?????? as in romantically??? “holy shit i’m feeling emotions” way??? as in-“

“godDAMMIT TRAVELER YES! I LIKE THEM OKAY!” this was definitely not how scaramouche wanted his secret infatuation with you to slip out. so if you’re wondering just what in the name of all the dead or alive gods’ is happening then let’s rewind a little bit.

—

you were always with the traveler and their stupid little pixie. constantly supporting them, helping people, traveling around teyvat, making friends and some enemies and accidentally stealing the the heart of a certain bowl-cut head.

he first met you during his plan in mondstadt to ambush the traveler. just as he was about to strike them, your claymore was thrown in front of him, blocking his path and the astrologist managed to escape with the traveler and the chatty girl. immediately sending electro strikes to your presumed location only to find a scorched jacket instead.

the second was during the delusion factory incident. when the balladeer charged at the weakened and drugged traveler, you appeared once again, protecting your companions and clashing against the harbinger. even after the traveler passed out and the drugs was starting to make you see hallucinations, you still fought earnestly. and that was the first impressive thing about you. the second being, you, a lowly mortal being able to fight toe to toe against a hundreds of years old merciless harbinger like him. and the third was how incredibly loyal you were. while he shot electro made weapons at you, the balladeer had briefly wondered if you were his friend, would you have protected him just like how you were protecting the traveler and their pixie.

the third time, he was no longer a harbinger but a god. the everlasting lord of arcane wisdom. since he has ascended to godhood, he would have followers and he had proudly asked you if you would become one. but you were headstrong and still disgustingly loyal to yourself and to your friend, the traveler. the everlasting lord has never felt more jealous of someone since his disposal as a failure.

after the battle ended and the dust cleared, his gnosis was taken away.

how dare they! how dare those weak, disgusting pests! how could the world be so cruel! why does it keep taking away things that are rightfully his! it wasn’t fair!

as he fell from the destroyed mechanical robot, the broken puppet felt himself being caught and cradled in someone’s arms. he was too tired to even care but he hoped it was you.

the fourth time was when he met you as the wanderer. not the manipulative, blood thirsty harbinger but simply as scaramouche, the wanderer. the boy who regained his heart. at first you kept your guards up. anyone who isn’t stupid would. yet slowly your little group began to feel more and more like a group of friends just traveling around the world together. paimon, traveler alongside yourself taught scaramouche about the humane side of things, while he would help with battle tactics, training and sometimes keeping guard during the night. it was oddly… sweet.

during your travels together, the purple eyed eccentric learned more about you. you liked slow dancing under the stars sometimes, you didn’t like the hot sun of the afternoon, loves to make silly, meaningless little things such as flower crowns and wood carvings. hates how your friends or companions would injure themselves during a fight. it was all so very strange but so, endearing.

one night, the traveler couldn’t fall asleep due to nightmares plaguing their mind and you hummed a gentle song to them. something about closing their eyes, going to sleep and the moon will surely rise again. he wondered if you would sing to him if he were to cry in his sleep or grew restless due to nightmares.

the wanderer would watch as you chide the traveler and paimon for walking into danger like idiots as you clean their wounds with the gentlest touch. he thought of how you would treat him if he was injured.

scaramouche saw how the traveler and their companion would joyously yell your name and throw themselves at you shouting “catch!” as you three would reunite with a hug after doing some commissions separately.

he wanted to be the one to be hugged by you instead. he wanted to push the traveler and their loud pixie away and throw himself into your arms. how warm you would feel, how you would remind him of a warm summer night filled with laughter and story telling, how he wanted to close his eyes and drown himself in your everything. your smile, gentle humming in the night, silly little antics, weird 3am thoughts, your kiss until every sense and thought of him is just filled by you and only you. only you and no one or nothing else.

scaramouche soon understood what this longing feeling was. it was called “love”. but how can a puppet ever learn to love? aren’t puppets just a hollow being made only to follow their orders and entertain? would he be no longer a discarded puppet if he were to feel emotions? would scaramouche be seen as human if he fall in love with you?

and he concluded that he was no puppet. he was no hollow husk of a being for he had a heart. he was no being made to entertain for he had cut his strings. he was no puppet for he had emotions. he was scaramouche. and scaramouche fell in love with you.

ever since he realized his feelings and his desires, he would always stare at you. his mind filled with daydreams of how it would feel like to kiss you. his body feeling a little colder without you to gently hold him. his heart feeling twisted whenever he sees you smiling at someone that wasn’t him. his hand feeling empty because you weren’t linking yours with his.

dammit all. he was hopelessly, foolishly in love. and that is where it leads to the current situation. the traveler noticed how the wanderer would always stare at you whenever you didn’t notice and they decided to confront him of it. turns out it was the complete opposite of what they were thinking. sadly it seems like the victim in questioning shouted a bit too loud because now you were standing beside them in your sleepwear, wide awake and clearing your throat.

you woke up because these three idiots wouldn’t stop chattering in the middle of the night and your light sleeper self had woken up. just as you were rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and grumbling curses under your breath you heard scaramouche’s not so secret confession. now don’t get me wrong, you had feelings for the purple eyed male but due to all four of you traveling together, you didn’t want to make things awkward. well, seems like that just got thrown out the window.

“ahem” three different reaction happened all at once. scaramouche looked like he wanted to bury himself right then and there, paimon gasped dramatically and the traveler gave scaramouche a knowing smirk. that little shit.

“traveler, paimon could you two please excuse us for a while?”

“sure. but don’t get too heated you two” oh that little pesky traveler. you’ll get them back for this. after waiting a while for them to disappear out of sight, you faced the tomato faced scaramouche. he didn’t know what to think, say or what kind of an excuse to come up with to save his life. so he tipped his head down, hoping you won’t see his red face but that hope was squashed when he felt you hand on his cheeks. tilting his head to look at you, he saw a smile on your face.

with the moon shining on you and him and the soft glow of crystalflies floating around, you looked even more ethereal. if true beauty were to be sculpted, it would be you. so incredibly flawed, humane but so incredibly otherworldly.

cupping his cheeks in both of your hands and tilting his face, you lowly whispered if it would be okay to kiss him. all he could do was nod like a meek, shy boy. and when you finally, finally kissed him after his months of longing it felt like all of the crystalflies around were now floating around in his stomach. his mind getting filled by the thoughts of only you and him in this moment and his heart racing miles a minute. when you pulled away, he chased after your lips like a depraved man. throwing his arms around your neck and pulling you back towards him, it felt like everything was right.

he is scaramouche. and he fell in love with you.

—

bonus:

“awww, two lovers connected by fate. PAIMON WANTS TO BE INVITED TO THE WED - bonk”

[polutrope]

Beleria New Year's Eve Special!

For the modern AU holiday prompts. Seven prompts combined into one big New Year's bash.

Relationships: Daeron/Maglor, Fingon/Maedhros, Aegnor/Andreth, Edhellos/Angrod, Celeborn/Galadriel, Feanor & Fingolfin Characters: All of the above and Nerdanel, Finarfin, Earwen, Anaire, Rumil, Orodreth. Rating: T Warnings: Swearing, sexual content, recreational drinking and drunkenness Words: ~5.6k

On AO3. Beleria Cast of Characters

Maglor propped his elbows on his knees and leaned over the board. If he moved the bishop to take Daeron’s pawn, he’d expose his rook in three moves; but no, that would expose his other bishop first.

“Oh my god just make a move already,” Daeron complained. He threw himself dramatically over the arm of his chair.

“Shh,” said Maglor. “I’m thinking.”

“You think too long. Just make a move.”

“Fine.” Maglor took the pawn. Two seconds later, Daeron took his bishop with a knight.

“Goddammit!” said Maglor. “I’m so bad at this.”

“You’re not going to win,” Daeron said without mockery.

“Maybe not, but I’m still seeing it through to the bitter end.”

Daeron sighed loudly. “I think one of your New Year’s resolutions should be knowing when to quit.”

“Yeah? Are we writing each other’s resolutions now? Fine.” Maglor withdrew his attention from the game and considered. “I think you should resolve to have more fun.”

“What? I have plenty of fun. We’re playing a game right now. Games are fun, aren’t they?”

“We’re playing chess, on New Year’s Eve when everyone is out getting drunk and kissing people they shouldn’t.”

“Is that what you want to be doing? Kissing people you shouldn’t?” Daeron pouted.

“No.” Maglor grinned. “Just you, Dae-bae.”

Daeron rolled his eyes at this, and just as Maglor was considering leaning over the coffee table to grab him and demonstrate the veracity of his statement, his phone buzzed against the tabletop.

Maedhros SOS. Dad’s at the party. Sunday, Dec 31 • 8:05 p.m.

“Oh shit,” Maglor said aloud. He began typing a reply.

“What is it?” Daeron asked.

“It’s my brother.” Maglor glanced up from his phone. “Maedhros,” he clarified. “Remember I told you he and Fingon were going to that big New Year’s party hosted by Hithlum Properties at the Lómin Hotel?”

“Yes…”

“Well apparently my dad went.”

“Oh,” said Daeron.

Though Maglor tried his best to guard his boyfriend from the family feud disguised as a property development war between his father — the adopted, but elder, child — and grandpa Finwë’s biological firstborn, Daeron was, after a year of living together and six months in a relationship, well-aware of the significance and danger of Fëanor and Fingolfin being in the same room.

“Why??” Daeron asked.

“I have no idea, just asking my brother now.”

Maedhros Rúmil talked him it. Something about networking and a promising investor for the app. I dont know. But he’s here with mom talked him into it*

Maglor chuckled, recognising in the missing punctuation and typos the signs that Maedhros was approaching a state of inebriation.

Maglor Shit. how’s it going?

Maedhros they haven’t spoke to each other yet. spoken* we’re gonna get out here before it gets bad out of*

Maglor Gonna bail on the big party hey? Where?

Maedhros Finarfin and Eärwen;s place Angrod and co are having a party there

Maglor You’re gonna go to a house party with a bunch of 20 year olds?

Maedhros Shut up. Maybe I’ll forget about my rapid aceleration towards death Acceleration*

Maglor More likely you’ll be made acutely aware of it

Maedhros Come pick us up.

Maglor huffed and shook his head.

“What’s going on?” Daeron asked.

“One sec,” said Maglor.

Unappeased, Daeron stood and came round to plop himself at Maglor’s right and read over his shoulder.

“No, we are absolutely not picking them up,” he said.

Maglor No way. Take a cab. Daeron and I are having a quiet New Year’s in.

Maedhros Come on its like a 50km drive

“I’m not going,” Daeron said decisively.

Maglor pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before typing his reply.

Maglor And how do you intend for us to get home? If I’m gonna go to a house party with a bunch of estranged cousins ten plus years younger than me then no way am I not drinking.

Maedhros Angrod says everyone’s staying over. Finarfin and Eärwen are here at the hotel, they won’t be there til tomorrow. House is ours.

Maglor lowered the phone and folded one leg onto the couch, pivoting his body to face Daeron, who was frowning deeply.

“Okay,” said Maglor, setting both hands on Daeron’s thighs and affecting his most alluring puppy-dog eyes. “Before you say no — again — hear me out.”

*

When he spotted Rúmil at the coat check, Fëanor waved off a passing caterer and strode confidently towards his friend.

“There you are,” he said, forcing his way into the pleasantries Rúmil was presently exchanging with some young man in an obviously-rented suit.

“Ah, Fëanáro!” Rúmil exclaimed, his eyes alight beneath the droop of his wrinkled lids. He had always looked old, even back when they had met in university, but he wore his age well, appearing more wizened than weary. “You came! I suppose I owe thanks to your lovely wife?”

“You two always did enjoy uniting against me,” Fëanor said jovially, then drew his mouth back into a line. “So where is this investor?”

“Oh, he’s here.” Rúmil winked as he handed his coat to the clerk. Then he took Fëanor’s arm just above the elbow and guided him towards the centre of the hall.

Rúmil paused along the way, shaking hands with every other cluster of people they passed. He was a good business partner, Fëanor admitted. Frankly he was the only person alive Fëanor could still tolerate collaborating with, besides Nerdanel. But Rúmil, whom Fëanor had met as an undergraduate during his brief flirtation with the humanities, was an Ideas Man. Not particularly driven towards results and the perfection of those ideas (which was why he’d retired last year without ever making full professor). Results, then, were Fëanor’s role in the development of the app — a highly intelligent business communications translation tool — that they had been working on for the past year. For his efforts, it was agreed that seventy percent of all profits would go to Fëanor. Income he greatly needed if Ambar Metta was to claw out of its legal debts.

Catching sight of his son across the room, Fëanor frowned. Maedhros had been one of those people he’d tolerated collaborating with, when he’d been the company’s chief legal officer. Then the young man presently clasping Maedhros’ shoulder and doubling over with uninhibited laughter had stuffed his head full of values. The only value a corporation needed to uphold, in Fëanor’s opinion, was the cash value of its bottom line.

Well. He supposed he was glad Maedhros had not altogether turned against him: he was doing good work building community relationships for the company now. Fëanor just hoped it wouldn’t come at too high a cost.

And, as baffling as it was to Fëanor that a spawn of Fingolfin Noldoran could make a pleasant conversation partner, never mind a satisfactory domestic partner (or whatever new-fangled thing they called one another) Fingon still seemed to make Maedhros happy after all these years. And Maedhros’ happiness was, Fëanor admitted, also a valuable thing. He’d come to accept the change.

Turning his gaze from his son and smiling to himself, Fëanor sipped from his champagne flute. As he lowered it, his eyes landed on someone his heart would never, so long as he lived, be moved to accept.

The evening’s gracious host smugly grinning down at him.

“Fingolfin,” Fëanor said coldly.

Before Fëanor could react, Fingolfin had seized his hand and was giving it a firm shake. Fëanor drew back as if he had been burned.

Fingolfin’s expression betrayed no acknowledgement of the slight. “Brother,” he said. (The audacity!) “I am so glad you came!”

“Please do not call me that,” Fëanor whispered through clenched teeth. “I’ve never had a brother.”

He felt Rúmil’s long fingers curl around his shoulder and was aware at the same time of Nerdanel’s auburn head making its way through the crowd towards them. She flanked his other side.

“So, I suppose Rúmil told you?” Fingolfin said.

Told him what? Fëanor wondered, beetling his brows. But Fingolfin did not wait for answer.

“As a lifelong admirer of your business acumen, I am needless to say thrilled that we will finally be working together. Mr. Finvesen.” Fingolfin winked and an image of his champagne breaking over those chiselled cheekbones flashed across Fëanor’s mind.

“What do you mean?” asked Fëanor. “Is this some kind of joke? I have no intention of working with Hithlum Properties.”

Fingolfin laughed but looked nervous. “No! On the app! Rúmil,” he finally released Fëanor’s eyes to look at the other man, “don’t tell me you failed to mention my name.”

Fëanor had lurched to the obvious and odious conclusion before Fingolfin had finished speaking. “You are the investor?” He jerked out of Rúmil’s grasp and cut a glance at Nerdanel. “And you both knew this?” Nerdanel opened her mouth to speak but Fëanor cut her short (that would cost him dearly but his blood boiled too hot to care). “No,” he said, raising a hand to silence them all. “I will not abide this indignity. I do not need your charity, Noldoran.”

“Charity!” Fingolfin chuckled, a little too shrilly. “Is it charity to invest in a brilliant concept?”

“I don’t need your flattery, either,” Fëanor snarled. “What is your game here, Fingolfin? You think Finwë’s restless ghost is waiting for our reconciliation? Hm? Leave it be already. He’s a corpse in the ground on the other side of the world.” Fingolfin’s lips and the skin around his eyes twitched, betraying his distress. Good: That had been Fëanor’s intent.

“Unhand me!” he said to Rúmil and Nerdanel, though neither of them had a hand on him. “I will not do business with this man.” He jabbed a finger in Fingolfin’s direction. “I don’t care how much money he lays out in front of us like a greasy block of cheese, as though we were some mangy rats he wants to entrap in his network of ‘friends’. I am not his friend and I never will be.”

With that, Fëanor spun on his heels and stormed out of the hall and did not stop until he was standing outside the hotel in the dark drizzly night without a coat.

*

In the passenger seat of Maglor’s hatchback, Daeron impatiently bonked the headrest with the back of his skull and slumped lower in the chair.

“Where are they?” he complained.

He needed to get to a place with wine as soon as possible, and that place was still an hour’s drive away. An hour that he would spend tying himself in knots speculating on every possible social misstep he could make that evening among dozens of people he’d never met before. He could not believe he was doing this. But ultimately it had been impossible to refuse a whole week without having to prepare a single meal — plus certain… other favours he had negotiated.

Maglor frowned and pressed his palms into the steering wheel. “I don’t know. Maybe I should go in and find them…”

“Yes,” Daeron agreed. “Do that.”

“But if anyone sees me—”

“Put your hood up,” Daeron said, and did for Maglor as he’d suggested. Then he pulled sunglasses from the ceiling compartment. “And wear these.”

“Ow—” said Maglor, as an arm of the sunglasses nearly struck his eye. “I’m not wearing these,” he said, pushing Daeron’s hand away. “Fine, I’ll go in. But I’m warning you — it could be a while if anyone spots me.”

“Fine. I’ll be taking a nap,” said Daeron. He reclined his seat and put the sunglasses on his own face. Maglor sighed, then the door thumped shut behind him.

No more than two minutes could have passed when his heart nearly launched itself from his chest at the sound of fingers tapping at the window.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, and sat bolt upright. The shadow of a face obscured most of the driver’s side window. Daeron yanked the sunglasses off.

“Yes?” he said, affecting as much calm as he could. “Can I help you?”

The stranger mouthed some unintelligible words and pointed at the seat. Then the door swung open.

Daeron recoiled. “Get out!” he screamed.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” the stranger said in a polished, level voice. “I’m Fëanor.” A long hand plunged out of the dark and into Daeron’s personal space. “And you must be Daeron. Pleased to finally meet you.”

“Uh, hi,” said Daeron, and not knowing what else to do accepted Fëanor’s handshake.

Fëanor gave an approving grunt. “A solid handshake, that’s a good sign.”

“Excuse me?”

“Never mind,” Fëanor laughed. “I apologise for barging in on you like this. I assumed it was my son when I saw his car and had to find out what he was doing out here— he came with you I assume? Where is he?” Daeron opened his mouth to answer but Fëanor forged ahead. “But when I saw you there, well easy enough to put together who you were, and I have been dying to meet you. I was beginning to wonder if Cáno had made you up to get us all to stop trying to set him up with someone. We just wanted him to stop moping around! Which is why I knew he hadn’t made you up, because he stopped moping. As much.”

Fëanor chuckled. Daeron did not. He decided not to remind Fëanor that they had, in fact, met already — the day Daeron signed the lease to rent the room in Maglor’s place. But then he was just a tenant, not his son’s boyfriend.

“Yep,” Daeron said, “believe it not, I’m really dating your mopey son.”

Fëanor let loose a peal of laughter.

“A solid handshake and a dry wit! I like you already, Daeron. Isn’t it funny, though, that my two eldest sons are dating the sons of the two men in Beleria who cause me the most grief? By the way,” Fëanor pivoted towards him, “why didn’t your father come to this soirée of Fingolfin’s?” Fëanor smiled smugly as if this pleased him. “I suppose the Mayor of Beleria is in high demand on a night like this, though. Did Elu have somewhere better to be?”

“Uh, no, actually,” said Daeron. “He’s at home.”

“I see,” Fëanor said, and smoothed his tie. “Not giving any special speeches for the people or anything?”

“Nope,” said Daeron.

“Interesting. Elu is usually into that sort of thing, isn’t he? Pandering to the masses?”

Daeron scowled.

Fëanor laughed again. “Good, good. I like people who wear their feelings plainly. You’re a very transparent person, I can see why Cáno likes you.”

“Thanks?” Daeron said, half-sincere. No one had ever remarked on this trait of his positively before.

“He’s rather transparent, too, you know. That could be a problem between you.” He puckered his lips thoughtfully and looked Daeron up and down. “Just make sure you remain your own people. Separate entities, don’t bleed into each other. That’s what happened with his ex-husband. He was a musician, too, as I am sure Cáno has told you.” Maglor had told Daeron, at more length than Daeron thought necessary. He was not keen on hearing about it again from his father. “They were in the same band — don’t start a band with him!”

“Oh, there’s no risk of that,” said Daeron. “I only do solo work.”

“Good! I am an individual competitor myself. Everyone tells you you have to be a ‘team player’ to do well in life.” Fëanor wagged a finger. “Wrong. You have to be a strong leader. You have to know your ideals and stick to them. Actually, before I came out here for a breath of fresh air, I was put in a very unpleasant situation by a fellow I am ‘collaborating’ on something with—”

“Dad??” The driver’s door swung open to reveal Maglor, mouth gaping in an expression of horror and concern. “What are you doing in my car?”

“Oh, hello, Cáno,” Fëanor said cheerfully. “I was just getting to know your boyfriend you’ve refused to introduce me to.”

Maglor’s protest was cut off by Fingon, then Maedhros, piling into the backseat, laughing.

“Hello!” said Fëanor, craning his neck to look at them. “Are you two leaving already?”

Daeron could not see, but he could feel the despair settle into the sudden silence behind him.

“Don’t look so horrified, Nelyo,” Fëanor said. “I wish I could leave this damn party! All right, all right, I know when I’m not wanted!” He swung one leg out of the car and turned his body back to shake Daeron’s hand. “Very nice to meet you, Daeron. We’ll have to continue this conversation again soon. Good night! Good night, Cáno,” he said as he stood and gave Maglor, still stunned, a quick embrace. “Good night Nelyo, Fingon, happy New Year!”

He trotted back into the hotel, arms swinging at his sides but visibly shivering.

“I’m so sorry,” Maglor said. He was pale with panic. “Are you okay? What did he say to you?”

“It’s fine,” said Daeron, and chuckled. “He seems like an interesting guy. I think we’ll get along well, actually.”

Maglor’s eyes widened while his mouth contracted into a tight ball. He looked deeply perturbed by this idea.

“Come on!” Fingon shouted from the backseat. “Let’s go!”

*

“They really need to build a bridge here,” said Orodreth. He huffed impatiently. The tunnel was backed up for kilometres, bumper-to-bumper traffic crawling down the Sirion Expressway. He just wanted to be home. Well, his parents’ home, which was the only permanent home he had.

The drive from the base at Minas Tirith had been a nightmare. Having already missed Yule after his deployment was extended by a week, he and Lorneth had then been stuck at the base for two days due to a blizzard. When they finally got out, there’d been a road closure on the Sirion that had them zig-zagging through the countryside for three hours longer than it should have taken them. And, of course, entering Beleria and nine p.m. on New Year’s eve meant going through three DUI checkpoints. (“No, officer, we don’t drink. Just going home, sir. Asleep before midnight if we can manage it, sir.”)

No, Orodreth was not ‘fun’, and that was how he liked it.

Thirty minutes later, they rounded the bend toward the cul-de-sac where Finarfin and Eärwen had the sprawling beach home he and his siblings had grown up in.

“Someone must be having a party,” Lorneth said. “Look at all these cars parked.”

Orodreth grunted. “Hopefully not one of the neighbours.”

But as they drew nearer to the house, a feeling of dread took root in his stomach.

Lorneth voiced his fear. “No, not a neighbour. Looks like it’s at… your place.”

Indeed, rolling slowly past the packed driveway, the house pumped so loudly with music he could feel it through the car’s metal casing.

“Fucking hell,” he said.

*

Aegnor slumped further into the Adirondack chair on the deck and tugged his wool coat across his chest. It was a beautifully clear night. Thanks to the shot of whisky Fingon had insisted they take to inaugurate the auspicious arrival of a “former party king, out of retirement for one night only!”, the stars glittering over the dark ocean swam in and out of focus. It reminded Aegnor of a painting. Straining to hear the slow rise and retreat of waves against the shore, he was almost able to tune out Angrod and Fingon’s karaoke rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody as it deteriorated into chaotic screaming.

“Mind if I join you?”

Aegnor startled and looked towards the voice. It was the cute brunette he’d been stealing glances at all evening. Words congealed on his tongue.

“Yeah, sure,” he managed.

Stay cool, he thought to himself. Unlike his siblings, Aegnor was terrible with girls. He knew he was, objectively, attractive enough, but he was entirely lacking the charisma that came so naturally to everyone in his family. Well, except Orodreth: but Orodreth had found himself a marine as boring as he was to marry and that was that.

“I’m Andreth,” the woman said, slanting him a smile.

“Aegnor,” said Aegnor.

“Yeah, I know.”

“You do?” Aegnor sat upright.

Andreth shrugged and took a moderate sip from her red plastic cup. “Edhellos gave me everyone’s names.”

“Oh. Are you friends with my sister?”

“I have a class with Galadriel, yeah. But I mostly know Edhellos. She wanted me at the party as her wingman. But seems she’s doing fine without me.”

That was when Aegnor noticed a woman’s voice had replaced Fingon’s on the mic. There was more giggling than singing on her part.

“Yeah,” said Aegnor, and smiled. “If it’s my brother she’s after she won’t have any trouble with that.”

Andreth’s laughter wasn’t like most girls’ Aegnor’s age — all high and airy. It was genuine, a little wry, a soft low roll of amusement. He felt like a helplessly flopping fish being reeled into her orbit. Realising that half his torso was, in fact, reaching towards her, he pulled back sheepishly.

“So what class are you taking with my sister?” he asked, for the sake of saying something, but also because he was bursting with the desire to know everything he could about this person.

“Existentialism,” she said.

“Wow,” said Aegnor, then idiotically added, “you’re really smart.”

Andreth laughed again but didn’t deny it. “What do you do?”

“I, uh…” I’m a dumb jock, Aegnor thought. Definitely not good enough for you. “I play volleyball.” He didn’t mention it was for the varsity team. People tended to judge when they found out their athletic fees went towards your tuition.

“Cool,” she said, and the clenching beneath Aegnor’s ribs loosened when she didn’t scowl in distaste. “Your family is pretty athletic, huh?”

“Yeah, they are. Except Finrod. My oldest brother. He’s not here. I think you’d like him. He’s into deep shit, too.”

Then Andreth did scowl. A charming sort of scowl. “I don’t know, I find most philosopher types pretty annoying. Besides, what’s the point of filling your life with people who are just the same as you?”

Aegnor stared at her, seeing his own reflection in her big round glasses. His hair hung in his face, and he had a stupid grin plastered across it, but the openness, the warmth of Andreth’s expression put him entirely at ease.

She sipped her drink again without breaking eye contact, then licked a dribble of red wine from her lips. “Wanna go for a walk?” she asked.

Aegnor leapt up from his seat, and his head spun with the suddenness of the motion. “Yes, definitely!”

*

Fingolfin found his brother on the balcony, his forearms resting casually on the railing as he contemplated the street below.

“I don’t know why you bother with him,” Finarfin said, straightening. His bright green eyes caught the glow of the city light.

“You saw, eh?” Fingolfin sipped his champagne.

“Heard more than saw,” said Finarfin. “What was it about this time?”

“I extend my hand for him to take!” Fingolfin replied, exasperated. “I offer my help, and he hates me even more.”

“What did you do?”

Fingolfin sighed. “I offered to invest in his project. His translation app.”

“Oof.” Finarfin shook his head. “What were you thinking?”

“What do you mean? I thought to show my admiration of his ideas, I thought to build a relationship with him around something that wasn’t real estate-related.”

“You insulted him,” Finarfin said.

“How?!”

“Come, don’t be so naive. You think he wants your charity?”

“Charity. That’s what he said.”

“You know,” said Finarfin, “if you’re looking to dispose of money you have a brother whose always in need of producers.”

“I’ve told you before I’m glad to support your ideas, any of them.”

“Good! Because I was thinking of making a short documentary about the housing crisis in Beleria…”

Fingolfin glared down at him, and Finarfin grinned.

“I’m kidding, of course. I have no interest in getting involved in any issues, least of all yours. Nope. I’ll stick to the important stuff: staying behind the camera making romantic comedies to keep the masses distracted while my brothers pull at the edges of a fraying society.”

“Arvo…”

“I know, I know. You’re different.”

“I am,” Fingolfin asserted, as much for himself as for his brother. “In fact, I have been thinking of resolutions.”

“Have you?”

“Yes — and I think in the New Year I am going to conduct a company review. See if we can afford to do what I’ve always wanted, since the beginning. Affordable housing.”

“Really? That’s what you’ve always wanted?”

“Yes. And — I was thinking of mentoring one of my senior staff as a replacement and making a transition to politics. Elu has hinted that he intends to retire after his current term. I’d like to run for Mayor.”

“Huh,” said Finarfin. “That sounds like a great way to butt heads with Fëanor ten times more often than you already do.”

“Maybe I could inspire him to change, push him towards a more benevolent—”

Finarfin laughed, loudly.

“What’s so funny?” said a new voice.

Behind them, Fëanor loomed, arms crossed over his chest.

“Oh hello, Fëanáro!” said Finarfin. “We were just talking about you.”

Fingolfin shot him a look. “We were not. Finarfin is drunk.”

“I wish,” Finarfin muttered, and frowned into his empty glass.

“Never mind, I don’t care,” said Fëanor, and flicked a dismissive hand in Finarfin’s direction. “I’d like to talk to you about your investment offer,” he said to Fingolfin, jutting his jaw forward proudly.

Fingolfin nearly dropped his drink. “Oh?”

“Yes. I’ve had a moment to consider.” (He’d spoken to Nerdanel, Fingolfin guessed, and had to bite his cheeks to keep from smiling.) “And I think it might be a sensible…” he squinted, as if the next word pained him— “partnership.”

*

Even though Celeborn had come to this party expressly to talk to Galadriel, it had taken him two hours to work up the courage to do so.

“Hey,” he said, coming to stand beside her. “I saw your drink was empty, and I uh, got you another one.”

He held out the cup for her to take. Vodka soda, right?” he confirmed, even though he’d conducted thorough research beforehand.

“Do I know you?” she asked, looking him up and down.

A lump of dismay lodged in Celeborn’s throat. But of course, why would she remember him? He might have been thinking of her for weeks, he might have contrived to find himself at this party for the sole purpose of crossing paths with her again, but she was… well, way out of his league, like Galathil had said. He wished he could sink through the floor.

“Yeah,” he managed to squeak. “We met at the Nordic spa, a few weeks ago. It was your birthday, I think.”

“Oh!” Recognition lit up her face and she accepted the drink. “Right, I remember. Tel-something, right?”

“Celeborn,” he said, and heaved a sigh of relief. “Yeah.”

“Nice to see you again, Celeborn. How’ve you been?”

*

“I don’t do karaoke,” Daeron had said, when Maglor had tried, shortly after their arrival, to drag him to the stage set up in the corner of one large room.

Some time later (who knew how long, time had blurred about half-way through the third beer), Daeron bounced beside him, belting, ��Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy! But here’s my number, so call me maybe?” while Maglor’s attempts at harmonising were increasingly marred by fits of laughter. The alcohol helped, certainly, but Daeron was no less immune to the thrilling effects of an approving audience than Maglor.

After Angrod had disappeared with that vapid redhead and Fingon had escorted his sloshed redhead away from the festivities (Maglor had not seen Maedhros let loose like that for years and was happy both that his brother was having fun and that he would be Fingon’s problem in the morning), no one had contested Maglor and Daeron’s monopoly of the karaoke equipment. Which was good, because Maglor had no intention of ceding the spotlight to anyone else — besides, of course, Daeron.

*

“I’m worried,” Anairë said, then scraped an olive from her martini stick with her teeth. She chewed it thoughtfully.

“Oh, forget about them, girl!” Eärwen gave her a light smack. “Arvo will keep them under control.”

“I don’t know, they seem to be completely unaware of your husband’s existence,” Nerdanel said to Eärwen.

“Poor Arvo,” said Eärwen. “Maybe I should rescue him…”

“No.” Nerdanel extended one long braceleted arm to stop the other woman from stepping forward. “You’re right. He’s a tempering influence, even if they are ignoring him.”

“I can’t tell if they’re arguing or aggressively agreeing,” said Anairë, squinting. “The latter seems extremely unlikely, but…”

“One can hope,” said Nerdanel.

*

“Eeee!” Edhellos squealed, and stamped her feet excitedly.

“What was that about?” Angrod smirked at the delightfully rosy-cheeked girl he’d just pinned against the back of his bedroom door.

“I can’t believe it’s happening!” she gushed.

“What?” Angrod asked, though he had some idea. He nuzzled at her neck to bury his smug expression.

“You’re gonna be my midnight kiss!”

“I plan to be doing more than kissing you by then,” said Angrod, and dropped to his knees. His hands lingered over the curve of her ass. “God, you’re so hot.”

*

Across the bay, a single firework boomed and burst into a hundred golden rays.

“Must be almost midnight,” said Andreth. It was the first thing they’d said to each other in a while — ever since their hands had somehow found each other on the log between them.

“Mmhmm,” said Aegnor. He thought about checking the time on his phone but was too scared to move and break the spell of the moment.

“You wanna go back to the party for the countdown?” Andreth asked.

“I don’t think we’d have time,” Aegnor said.

“No, probably not,” said Andreth, and shuffled closer to him so their shoulders brushed.

Aegnor held his breath.

*

“Ger ready, folks! One minute to midnight!” a musician announced from the small stage at the front of the hall.

Anairë tutted. “This is his party, Fingolfin should be leading the countdown.”

“Shh. Leave them,” said Nerdanel, attention rapt on their husbands still locked in conversation.

*

“Well,” said Finarfin, pocketing his phone. “It’s almost midnight, I’m gonna go kiss my wife.”

Fëanor and Fingolfin were far too intent on each other to notice him leave.

*

“Hey guys! Twenty seconds to midnight!” someone screamed over the music.

“Shit!” said Maglor, abruptly interrupting a very entertaining rendition of Single Ladies.

“Someone dim the lights!” Daeron shouted.

“Ten, nine, eight…” Maglor yelled into the mic, a few seconds off.

*

“Do you hear that?” Angrod asked between gasps. “I think it’s midnight.”

Edhellos bent over him and shoved her tongue down his throat.

*

“… seven, six…”

Celeborn stared ahead, his cheeks bright pink.

“You okay?” said Galadriel.

“Hm?” he said as she tugged on his hand.

“…five, four…”

Not bothering to wait out the last three seconds, Galadriel grabbed his face between her hands and kissed him, drawing a surprised squeak from his throat that quickly slid into an adoring sigh as his hand found her waist.

*

“… three, two…”

“Why is everyone shouting?” Maedhros groaned, blearily blinking awake to see Fingon sprawled beside him on a strange bed. “Shit, did I fall asleep?”

“You did.” Fingon handed him a glass of water. Rivulets dribbled down Maedhros’ neck as he poured it back.

“Ugh. I really can’t do this anymore.”

“No. But I love you any way.” Fingon kissed his mouth, which must have tasted awful. “Happy new year, babe.”

“…one.”

*

A bouquet of fireworks exploded over the lights of Beleria in the distance, and nothing had ever seemed more natural to Aegnor than leaning in to push his fingers into Andreth’s dark hair and capturing her lips in a kiss.

*

“Happy New Year!!” chorused a hundred voices.

“My god, is it midnight already?” said Fëanor, pressing a hand to Fingolfin’s chest in his surprise. He had not realised they were standing so close.

“Guess so.” Fingolfin laughed.

“Well, brother,” said Fëanor, holding out a hand, “shall we seal our deal with a midnight handshake?”

A reckless, wicked smile, one he had never before seen, now leapt to life on Fingolfin’s face. “Am I not good enough for a kiss?” he said, and before Fëanor could protest Fingolfin had him in both arms, swooping him low and planting a firm kiss to his lips.

*

“Oh my god,” said Anairë. “Are you seeing—”

But she didn’t finish because Nerdanel’s lips had sealed off her throat.

*

It had been sloppy and broken up by giggles, but Maglor could not remember a more exhilarating kiss in his life.

He stared at Daeron. Daeron stared back. It was strange: they’d lived together a year, been sleeping together half that time, and yet, perhaps because of the haste and ease with which they’d fallen into a domestic rhythm, they’d neglected many of the customary milestones of a new romance.

Maglor said it first. “I love you.”

“Really?”

Maglor laughed. “Yes, really. Obviously.”

When Daeron continued to stare, Maglor nudged him. “Well? Are you gonna say you love me?”

“Yeah. Just… kiss me again first.”

“Gladly,” said Maglor, and did so, longer and less messily this time. Someone in the crowd whooped.

“Happy New Year,” Daeron said when they pulled apart. “I love you.”

The prompts for this were: Daeron/Maglor + Board games from @searchingforserendipity25 and same + Enduring the in-laws from @melestasflight (who also requested Russingon hooking up), Orodreth/His Partner + Winter driving from @acretosorien, Feanor & Fingolfin + Kissing at midnight (it's platonic) and Fingolfin & Siblings + Reflections and resolutions from @ettelene, and Aegnor/Andreth + Kissing at midnight from @emyn-arnens. I also included some bonus follow-up on this fill for Celeborn/Galadriel and Angrod/Edhellos. Whew!

[incohorace]

i remember everthing. i remember everythgin as if it hgappened only yesterday. i was barely seventeen and i once killed a boy with a fender guitar. i dont remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster but i dfo remember that it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel. i dont remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster but i do remember that it wasnt at all easy. it required the perfect combinatuion of the right power chords and the precise angle from wehich to strike. the guitar bled for about a week afterwards and the blood was oooooh dark and rich like wild berries. the blood of the guitar was chuck berry red. the guitar bled for about a week afterwards but it rung out beautifully and i was able to play notes that i hadnt even heard before. so i took my guitar. and i smashed it against the wall. i smashed it against the floor. i smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader. smashed it against the hood of a car. smashed it against a 1981 harley davidson. the harley howled in pain. the guitar howled in heat. and i ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom. mommy and daddy were sleeping in the moonlight. slowly i turned step by step i opened the door creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of their bed. i raised the guitar high above my head. and just as i was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the centre of the bed my father woke up screaming stop! wait a minute stop it boy. what do you think youre doing? thats no way to treat an expensive musical instrument! and i said. goddammit daddy. you know i love you. but youve got a HELL of a lot to learn about ROCK AND ROLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

[boa-h]

I saw your requests are open, so dont mind me ✨✨

I was wondering if I could request a wee angsty fic of Trafalgar Law?

Reader was in the Doflamingo family before Law, and even though Law kept pushing them away, they always tried to get close to him! cut to the present and they're at Dressrosa fighting each other. this time it's Law trying to get close to Reader as he can tell they don't want to do this but they don't want to leave the family as they don't think they have anyone else! good ending please 👉👈

Heyy! Thank you sm for requesting!! 🌸

【Trafalgar Law】 You Don’t Have to be Alone

“Hey, Law!” You waved at the little boy on the other side of the street. “What a coincidence!” You laughed. 

No, it wasn’t a coincidence at all. You waited on this street for over an hour, waiting for him to pass by. It is indeed another day of trying to become friends with Trafalgar Law.

You’re a bit older than him, not by a lot. But you thought he was a cute child, with his furry hat and all.

“Wanna walk home together?” You beamed.

“No.” He simply replied before walking away, leaving you behind in the crowd.

“But Lawwwwwww…” You whined loudly, not caring about the people around you nor their stares.

Your eyes turned red at the memories. Not because you missed those days, but of anger and embarrassment.

“Are you trying to make me remember the times when I tried to kiss your ass?” You demanded the man in front of you as you launched another attack.

“Please, we don’t have to do this.” Law begged.

“We didn’t, if you hadn’t come back, that is.” You told him. “Why did you come back? Just let me live my life, goddammit! Why did you have to come back?!”

“There’s no life in a country like this!” He argues, “Nothing is worth your remembrance here, it’s a shit country with a shit king!”

“And?!” You were crying by then, but you continued to attack. Surprisingly, all Law did was defense. “So what if it’s a boring country? So what if I don’t have a life here? I have no other purposes whatsoever other than serving the young master! There’s nowhere else for me to go! I will be nothing. Attack me, goddammit! Are you trying to look down on me?”

“That is not my intention.” He suddenly stopped all his movements, allowing your katana to stab into his shoulder. And he grabbed your blade.

“Wh-”

“You’re not worthless without that man.” He looked into your eyes with an emotion so foreign. “You have me. Please. Leave with me. After we defeat Doflamingo, let’s leave together. You don’t have to be alone.”

“…” You were silent for a moment. “Then fight me. If you win, I’ll leave with you.” You looked up at him.

Please win.

Days later, you woke up on the deck of the Polar Tang, with your upper body all tied up.

“I actually can’t believe that this is happening right now.” Your pupils dilated with shock, “Did I just get kidnapped?”

[dontaskwhybutarsonsoundsokay]

Remember This

Vessel x FEM!reader 

Contains: choking, Dom reader, sub-Vessel 

words: 915

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Vessel was known to be the dominant figure for you. He in fact made it known to everyone whom of which you belonged to. He was always the one who you took orders from, and it was hell on earth if you tried to turn the table. He was in control, and he knew it. you were quick to bend at his every wish. He was the one you went to, bent to, listened to, and submitted to.

Unless of course, you were feeling a bit feisty, which he expected from you at this point. Vessel had his ways of keeping you in line, normally punishments ended with being called "good girl" in such a way that made you melt.

One day the vessel gave you an order, and you put up a fight, a fight that he decided wasnt worth the time or energy. He put his hands up, "you know what, fine. Since you insist on giving me a hard time, I'd like to see you try to be dominant" his words are like venom. you can feel them burn in your chest, as you try to think of a response, you watch as he turns around and walks off.

As you stand there trying to process the words that just came from his mouth, you find yourself worried about what is to come. You knew you were pushing buttons but never had he gone as far to give up his power. This was a dangerous game to play with him.

-

Later that night, You find yourself under the Vessels body, his lips reaching for any skin he can find, leaving kisses, and marks behind. light bruises in the wake of his hands. his nails are sinking into your skin, you find yourself begging him to take you, to ravage your body. Suddenly you feel the pressure release from your body as the vessel removes himself from above you and finds his spot next to your small frame.

"Wh- why'd you stop?" you ask, growing continuously more and more needy. your hands rubbing on his body. He pushes your hand away.

"I'm not the dominant one anymore, remember?" his voice makes your chest tighten. "oh shit," you mumble, completely forgetting about the conversation from earlier. you sit up, propping yourself up on your elbows, "thats not fair Ve-" he cuts you off "All is fair in love and war. you chose this. not me" his voice growing colder as he seems serious this time.

you know what your gonna have to do. and you hate the thought of it. You take in a deep breath. "You're right. I did this to myself."

"And I know, your not gonna do anything. You cant bring yourself too" he says, trying to call your bluff.

"You must be gravely mistaken then" Your hand finds his and you guide him to the floor in front of you, forcing him to kneel. "I need you to beg" you say softly.

"You're gonna need to speak up" He says, quickly, almost like he knew what you were going to say.

"I said, beg" your voice more commanding. "You will beg for me, until you cant speak anymore" you feel your mind wonder off, into a place you haven't trekked much in the past. A place in your mind where you want nothing more than to see the Vessel under you, worshipping you, whimpering and begging for more. You want to break him.

"I dont know if thats something you can get from me" He says, looking you carefully examining your body. You find yourself wrapping a hand around his neck, applying pressure.

"When I tell you to beg, its not a suggestion" Your voice turns cold, you almost didn't recognize it. but you didn't care. He brought you to water, and goddammit you are going to drink it.

His eyes shift, as he scans the room he seems to appear nervous. "Is this some game to you now?" he asks.

The question takes you by surprise. You tilt your head in response. A game? he wants to know if this is a game?! of course its a game, he asked for it to be a game... "oh my love, why silly questions you ask, you know I love a good gamble." your smile widens, it becomes toothy and almost twisted.

The Vessel is avoiding eye contact with you now. "I- I guess I didn't expect you to actually do anything" his whispers.

"I'm sorry what was that?" your voice spits out the words in an aggressive tone that you've never used before. You watch as Vessels body slowly start to relax.

"I didn't expect this from you is all" he says, his eyes meet yours as you release his throat and lightly trace your hand down every inch of his body. slowly tracing down the front of his neck, and over his soft chest, down his torso and to the helm of his pants. You hear his breath hitch.

"You will worship me tonight" you say lightly into his ear "I don't want to hear about anything else from now on, you answer to me, you belong to me, you are mine. You will remember this, for a long time." you slowly unzip the trousers that hang from vessels frame. "This is a night you will remember for years to come."

he looks at you, and nods. but the night is still young, you have yet to break him.

[hogans-heroes]

https://www.tumblr.com/hogans-heroes/745106785450459136/with-my-background-in-hogans-heroes-i-dont-know

this is so heartbreaking. i could see bucky landing himself in there more and more often when he starts to spiral, until maybe one day something happens in there that goes further than the typical beating they’d normally give him. he’s different when he comes out probably more withdrawn and stops talking to the other guys. i think bucky’s reckless behaviour could cause issues with him and buck, buck gets frustrated that bucky keeps getting himself thrown in the cooler for many reasons. it’s frustrating to him that he loves bucky so much and he’s careless with his life, and that he keeps leaving him alone in the stalag. but when bucky comes out that time i think he’d notice something is different and crawl into his bunk for the first time in a while that night and maybe bucky would safe enough to tell him ❤️

also! this got long but i could see them putting other guys in there to punish certain people😭

GodDAMMIT I TYPED A WHOLE LONG ANSWER TO THIS AND TUMBLR ATE IT IM SO PISSED NOOO

first of all this is perfect and angsty and horrible and it floored me for days with too many thoughts, secondly I’m actually writing a drabble for this thanks to your ideas so I’ll keep this shorter and I’m so sorry and mad that my long answer got ate and I don’t even remember what I said 😭

I guess it’s a sign that I shouldn’t spoil what the drabble is going to be about because that’s what I typed before (mostly) so keep a lookout for that.

You are so right with all of this, it would be a spiral for both of them, Gale because Bucky keeps leaving him and doesn’t know how bad he gets when Bucky isn’t there, and Bucky is spiraling because of what’s happening to him in the cooler. At some point it would come to a head and the others are going to have to act fast so they don’t loose both their majors…

Ok no more spoilers…planning to post later today ❤️

[feral-teeth]

Hey youre not being watched, youre not being surveyed always, there is nothing watching you. I say that from the bottom of my heart, and i hipe this helps even just a little bit. No one cares, in the nicest of ways, that you flapped your heand when you got too excited about soemthing, people love to see you happy and in joh, no one cared when you posted that fic and there was a spelling error, people loved it and read it in their bus or on the train or on the bus to work and it made their day, they got lost in your words amd they fell in kove with the stories you make. They love your writing, and they csnt wait for you to post more when you can. And if you cant, they will enjoy what you have already blasted off into the universe, into their hands for them to hold and care for and cherish. Your art and your writing and your music is cherished, even if it has fallen on deaf ears or someone criticized it. Its just between you and god, you and the man who is always watching but with love. And jesus is there too i guess hi buddy lol

But you need to remember to keep creating, and resting too goddammit whenever you can because a burnt out artist feels like the end of the world i would kmow because i wrote all of this in a tangent while sitting on my toilet on my mini ipad for you to read, it may just be for me but i hipe upi touched someine today, eben if it was hust me, i love uou.

Let me say it again, if no one loves uou, i love you. Even the hyperthettical me that you see in uour dreams, that you imagine sitting beside you as you read this, but im here with you. ALways. If no one is in your heart than i am, i am the kind words that enter your mind when you think an animal is cute or you think you look hot or sexy in your new outfit or naked or just in your underwear, i love it, i think uou look hot and sexy and beautiful no matter how old you are, because i will always love you. Even on your worst days when youre mean and your zoned out and you hate your sistser or your brother or your paretns or your dad or mom or uncle died and you dont know what to do with all of the grief, i will be sitting beside you holding your hand through it.

I made myself cry with my own words, because this is what i always needed to hear. I needed to hear this. I am the kind voice in my own head and heart and i miss her so much it hurts so much and im sorry.

[lunarifie]

Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

Skybound 9-10

Jay (after falling from the sky): Ow…

Ed: its our son!

Edna: you mean our adopted son. Remember?

Ed: well of course I remember! But this is the second time he landed on our doorstep!

BJFJSJSNJSOSJ

I love them.

Ed and edna are probably my favorite side characters

Nya swatting Nadakhans crew as they force her into a dress is actually so funny

Ed: The worlds falling apart and hes here eating soup! Your liked by everyone who meets you! Youre telling a boy from a junkyard cant scrap together a few new friends to help him in a jam?

YOU TELL HIM ED

AAAAAA I LOVE SKYLERS NEW FIT

Ronin, captain soto, skyler, echo, and dareth.

Jay picked a weird fucking team

This actually would have been a fun way to show how all the other elemental master were doing and show that the ninja are still in touch with them.

Pirate assistants (trying to read Jays lips): uhhh bequeath, mamajamma…

Jay: mamajamma, silverdollar, peanut butter… Echo do I have to keep doing this or are they gone?

Nfsjnfjenrb

me after seeing Ronin catch Dareth out of the sky: Okaaaay, I see you ronin x dareth shippers 👀

Skylers so cool

Soto was able to take out one of the pirates. Jay. Your on a DRAGON.

Nadakhans so pressed. And for what.

Pre-wedding stress I guess

Its genuinely surprising how well Dareth and Echo are sneaking around

Jay: wow… you look, beautiful.

AWWWWWWW

Jay (outside the barred window): I WISH NADAKHAN WASNT A DJINN I WISH NADAKHAN WASNT A DJIN-

Nadakhan (somehow deaf in the ears): if you wont come willingly Nya….

Jay (still screaming): I WISH NADAKHAN WASNT A DJINN-

Nya (actually doing something useful): yeaaah, im totally gonna marry you and be delara now! You should leave your sword behind though. (They leave the room)

Jay: GODDAMMIT- oh look the sword!

Are they gonna put Jay IN THE SWORD?!?!?!?

Jay: okay, if we wanna do this, we gotta do this quickly. So! Who wants to strike me down!

Everyone: (raises their hands)

Jay: Am I really that annoying… ☹️

Okay but why are they acting as if Jay is the only one who can wish for Nadakhan to not be a djinn. I mean, we have like, 5 people who have 3 wish slots. Why can’t it be any of them????

KAI!!!!!!!!!

JAYS GOT KAI!!!!

Captain soto: a watering can!?!? What am i supposed to do with this!?!?

Ronin: I don’t fucking know?!?? Get creative.

Jay found everybody!!!!!

Ronin: (has a shovel)

Ronin: (looks at it)

Ronin: (uses it to cover the nadakhans pirates in dirt instead of hitting them with it)

FUCK YEAH THEYRE ALL BACK BABYYY

wait

Zane MET echo?!?!??

I thought he never did 😭

I love how Wu and Lloyd are on the same wavelength now

Ohhhh if they make Nadakhan powerless djinjago will crush ninjago.

That makes sense

Thats probably why jay doesnt make that wish later

Now its just the og five.

So much has changed 🥲

Nya: Jaaay, where are youuuu… 😁

Dogshank: she’s beautiful!

Flintlocke: and slower than molasses dripping uphill 🤨

Jay (casting a random pirate into eternal damnation in the sword): haha! I forgot it did that.

Clancy: And do you! Take him to be your lawfully wedded husband?

The ninja: (banging on the wedding halls doors)

Nya: uhhhhhhh ill think about it…? 😀

Shiiiiit. Nadakhans got all the wishes ☹️

Nadakhan (talking to an unconscious Nya): I finally have you all to myself…

Dont like that. Dont like that one bit.

WHY DOES LLOYDS VOICE ACTOR KEEP SLIPPING INTO A BRITISH ACCENT

BCJSNFJDNSJFNDN

Jumping on sky explosives to get to the ship/venom is very anxiety inducing

I cant get over the fact that Lloyds super old now

I KNEW IT I KNEWITIKNEWITIKNEWIT

Delara FUCKING possesses Nya

the ninja: what are we gonna do…

Jay: MMMMMM

Zane: (trying to take the gag off Jays mouth)

Kai: If only someone could tell us… so I can get my sister back 😢

Jay: AAAA. WE HAVE THE POISON. that rlly hurt…

Jay: You can still shoot, flintlocke!! Nadakhan didn’t have the power, WE did.

You know, I never really understood this part.

Like woooow the magic of believing in yourself ✨🤩

But how tf does that fight against actual magic?!?!?!?!?

Delara: You are all I’ve ever wanted…

Nadakhan: Thats all I’ve ever wanted to hear- (looks at the window) MY SHIP??!?!?

Jay: (crashes and obliterates Nadakhans ship AND temple)

God. Delara is such a BITCH.

Its so weird that Nadakhans wishes are physical and projectile now. Like he cant just wish it to happen, if its harmful he has to actually aim and hit his targets.

Nadakhan: I will squash you like bUuUuGsssssss

Why did he say it like that 😭

ZANE

NO

YOU CANT JUST KILL HIM LIKE THAT

THAT WAS SO ANTI CLIMATIC

ZANE DESERVES BETTER THAN THAT

TO JUST BE TURNED INTO GOLD IS LIKE?????

WTF?????

KAI!!!!

COLE?!?!?

COULDNT COLE HAVE JUST GHOST PHASED THROUGH THE SPELL?????

Jay: Sorry Nya! I have to do this! (Fucking THROWS her)

LLOOOYD

theyre all just dead.

God this is traumatizing

Ok I knew the poison would weaken Nadakhan but I didn’t know it would EXPELL his power. I freaked out over the ninja dying for nothing!

Nya…

God I hate this part

Zane: The spider widow venom weakens him, but is fatal to her.

YES THANK YOU ZANE I CAN SEE THAT 😀

Nya: I never wanted to be a part of your boys club anyway…

Maam those are NOT your last words.

Jay watched her die…

Actually wait no. This is Kais SISTER. Why dont we ever explore that grief with him when something tragic happens with Nya????

Not the single tear drop.

This is what im talking about when I say Jay thinks outside the box.

Hes an INVENTOR

even when hes ridden with grief, when it seems like theres only two options. Stopping Nadakhan or saving Nya. He still invents a new way. A different option.

Love that about him.

I cant with the flashbacks.

This is it.

The rooftop.

The kiss.

Where it all starts.

And where it ends.

Ya know, bc, Jaya starts here, and the whole love triangle and weird Jay and Nya dancing around each other things stop… you get it.

Ik it seems like only Jay and Nya remember everything but the way Cole and Lloyd paused on their words, and felt a sense of deja vu makes me think that the other ninja at least remember bits of information.

Nya taking the initiative in the kiss is so in character I love it

Nya: I remember everything!

Jay: But how?!

Nya: Who cares!!!!

I care.

Id like to know how.

Ill take the power of love as an answer tho

Lloyd: im getting the weirdest sense of deja vu…

SEE

[inkedmyths]

S1: E22 "Devil's Trap"

Brought to you by hey so each and every one of you who made me watch this. You all suck. This is the worst. I hate it here. What sort of BULLSHIT was that—

This episode featuring: Odd interrogation techniques, family dynamics, bodysnatching, and one deeply upset Ink

Banging opening music

I will not fall doooown... when push comes to shove I will rise above... jammin

Here we fuckin go the boys are off to save or avenge their dad

[ Kayla asks if one of the opening montages has used Carry On My Wayward Son. I said no, because I would definitely remember that. ]

Where are we

What the dog doin

Holy water and whiskey. Mood.

Oh this be Bobby

[ Kayla and Crepe cheer. They love Bobby. ]

SCREAMS. JOHN JUST HAS THAT AFFECT ON PEOPLE (referring to when he threatened to shoot John) oh I like him already

Satanic Roach Hotel

Ohh. Bad year. Most years 4 possessions, but this one had at least 27...... well thats rough

UH OH

MEG

DEAN

Fuck off Meg

"Chuckleheads" GREAT word use Meg

GOTTEM

Okaaaay interrogation time

"Where's our father, Meg"

"You didn’t ask very nice"

"Where's our father, bitch"

Goddammit whys he so funny

Oh shes posessed

I dunno about innocent

Oh good news bc it means they can yeet the demon, yea?

"Hit it Sam" (begins praying)

[ Winchesters latest hit single in Christian Rap sweeps midwestern protestant congregations as a big hit! ]

Dean buddyyyy

Uh getting spookyyyyy

This is wild. Interrogation via exorcism

What the fuck are u gonna do here like what do u do

Shes dead but not but whats up

UHHHH WELL THATS FUCKING. SOMETHING

Hello ma'am

That sucks ass. Being exorcised certainly doesn't seem fun, esp when you got dropped from a building

A year............ bro.......

Poor gal...

As I went down to the river....

Oh she gone.............

:(

:((

STOP ZOOMING IN ON HER DEAD FACE

"You guys think you invented lying to the cops?" lmao thanks bobby

"I won't even try to shoot him this time"

[ Crepe asks Kayla if Meg is the woman Bobby has buried in his garden or if that's someone else. Concerning. ]

SCREAMS hes making the car safe and Dean is like MY CAR

Dean just wants his family to stop being self sacrificing. Hypocrite

Sunrise Apartments!

Building full of human shields... thats a problem

Pull the fire alarm lol

Oh those people are SO posessed

Yep there he is, tied u— hm. I don't. Like that actually

"I've got a Yorkie upstairs, and he pees when he's nervous—" Dean for funniest liar

THEY STOLE THE FIREFIGHTERS FITS

Demon? Demön?

Holy water!!

Hes still breathing hes not dead yet

But he might be posessed

Oh just had to check

Uh oh someone else just got posessed

And another....

Aha... the colt

[ Kayla: Uhhh I'm here for the colt stuff - the Winchesters]

2 bullets left!

Alright. Now what

Fambily

Dean can and will kill for his family huh

Uh oh zappy lights

The demon's here!

Uh oh

Something is wrong

OH

OH SHIT

Sam going AAA

AUGH WHATS HAPPENING

I DONT KNOW

WHAT IS THISSSSS

Bullshit bullshit

Me: DEAN WAS RIGHT

Kayla: and why was he right :)

Me: Bc he would have been pissed :(

Kayla: and never proud :)

Kayla: (therapy voice) and how did that make you feel

Me: I hate it here

Kayla: elaborate on that

Me: I haaaate it here

Kayla: mhm mhm (writing stuff down)

"What are you and God going to do?" dammmn

Justice for WHAT

Oh so a demon cares about its family

Good for him but also you were already trying to kill them before??

Yeah? Why?

What's your angle here

Huhhhhh. What the fuck do you want with Sam

"I really can't stand all your monologuing"

Oooough hitting him where it hurts damn

OOOH DAMN DEAN THROWING SHADE BACK

How are u guys goimg to get out of this

Oh shit oh SHIT

AAAAAAAAA

OH THE LEG!! SMART!!!!!!

Oh fuck man

Bro it fucking leaving

Well this is an Awkward Family Ride

Kayla: awkward family ride abt to

TRUCK

What the fuck what the fuck

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

BRO WHAT

THATS IT FOR SEASON 1??

BULLSHIT

---

My so-called friends then proceeded to point, laugh, and heckle me for the next 10 minutes. This is bullshit I hope you know. Stupid goddamn cliffhangers stupid Winchesters and their STUPID FAMILY NONSENSE—

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 okay listen-

okay so this takes place like right after Aponi died. Neither she nor angel have any idea about the happy hotel. I just wanted to write what I thought their first meeting would be like.

Warning: mentions of rape, blood, murder, hell, stripping, p*le dancing, basically anything in the Helluva Boss or Hazbin hotel universe.

This is an OC fic so don't come for me in regards to accuracy.

Jason groaned as his headache made itself known.

He sat up on his bed, his girlfriend nowhere in sight until he saw the blood on the bed.

Memories flashed through his head.

"Shit..... Lilly!" He yelled out as he shot out of bed. "Lilly are you here? I'm so sorry.. I didn't-" He stopped running around realizing Lilly wasn't at home. She left him.

Or so he thought.

"She couldn't have gone far," he muttered to himself before running to his closet, opening the door and freezing.

His eyes were wide.

Lilly was there. Hanging by a few of his ties.

"Lilly...?" He asked before he broke down, untied her and brought her forehead to his. "Lilly goddammit it wasn't that big a deal!" He shouted until he remembered the screams of horror she gave out last night.

Down in hell:

"Listen I don't care how or when you do it I just need you to kill him," Aponi spoke from the corner of the I.M.P office.

"Right. Don't get me wrong, I understand where you're coming from but you seem like too much of a pussy to do anything to him once he gets down here," the Imp stated as he messed around with a pen on his desk.

"He raped me. I wanna make sure he can't do that to anyone ever again. So just fucking do it or I will find a way to get up there to do it myself," Aponi scolded.

As of now, of course she wouldn't do such a thing. But the Imp didn't need to know that.

"Yes ma'am! We'll kill him for you fair qnd square as long as you have the money!" He exclaimed as they made their way out of the office.

"I will. Just do it," Aponi stated before showing herself out of the building.

A few minutes of walking was not fun the morning after you died.

Aponi clutched her neck as she pulled her hoodie over her head to hide her face.

In doing so she bumped into someone smoking on the curb.

"Hey watch where ya goin lady!" The man stated.

"I-im sorry... I'm just trying to find a job or something.. I need quick money," Aponi explained.

"Quick money eh? I have a place in mind. What's ya name sweetheart?" The demon asked.

"My name? Uh it's lil-.... it's Aponi.... yours?" She replied.

"Angel dust, nice'ta meetcha! Come with me, toots and we'll getcha some money. I work for a nice overlord named Valentino. He'll setcha up well!" Angel explained as he hooked aponi's arms with his and guided her inside.

"Thanks..." she muttered.

"Of course! Welcome ta Hell!" Angel exclaimed.

A few minutes of bargaining and Aponi listing off her talents and credentials, she was in.

Angel led her backstage to his own dressing room.

"Since we didn't expect ya, you're gonna have to wait for your own room. But you can use mine until then!" Angel stated.

"Uh okay.. I dont have any clothes...." Aponi muttered.

"Oh no worries babe! You can borrow some'a my stuff! You wearin anything under that dirty ass sweatshirt?" Angel asked.

"Uh yeah.. why?"

"Take it off. I gotta get the vibe'a ya symbols and shit," Angel explained as he gestured to the heart symbols on his chest.

Aponi nodded and took off the sweatshirt, a tank top underneath.

"Jesus you're skinny! I can work with this! What'a ya? A butterfly demon?" Angel asked.

"I guess...." she muttered.

Angel shrugged as he looked into his closet.

"So how'd ya die anyhow?" He asked to make small talk.

"Oh.. I uh.. I hung myself," Aponi replied.

"Oh suicide? Jeez. Me too. But mine was..... somewhat accidental? I overdosed and ended up in a coma," Angel stated.

"really?" Aponi asked.

"Yep. What made'ya wanna kick it?" He wondered as he took out an outfit for her. "Here. Try this. The bathroom is just right there," Angel stated as he handed her the outfit.

Aponi walked into the bathroom.

"Um... to answer your question.... my boyfriend- well... ex boyfriend I should say now... he uh..... he didba bad thing," Aponi stated from inside the bathroom. "But that's really all I wanna say about it," she finished.

"No worries. Your business ain't mine. Ya'almost done?" Angel asked.

Aponi unlocked the door and stepped out in an incredibly short tight orange dress, 8 inch heeled black boots and a black corset.

"Wow! Ya clean up good! Now c'mon. You got one shot to impress Val. You got any songs ya like to sing that are vulgar?" He asked.

"Uh... yeah I got a few.... do I have to... pole dance or....?" Aponi asked nervously.

"Nah. He won't let newbies do it until he gets someone ta train em. He's a dirt bag, but He's professional," Angel stated.

Aponi nodded and sighed in relief.

"You died yesterday?" Angel clarified. Aponi nodded. "How old are ya?" He asked.

"Uh.. 19," she replied.

"Jeez. Whatever your ex did it must'a been real bad. Anywho. Break a leg!" Angel stated before pushing her on stage.

Aponi sighed.

Hours later when work was finished Aponi checked all the cash she made. Not a lot. But enough to pay for the I.M.P business.

Now she just needed a place to stay....

"Aight, I'm out toots. You good here or....?" Angel asked.

"Uh.... do you know somewhere I could stay for like.... no money?" She asked.

"I can hide ya out in my apartment if ya want for a lil bit," Angel stated.

"Really? I'd appreciate that," Aponi replied. Her phone buzzed.

I.M.P: the job is done. Come in tomorrow to pay us.

Aponi: thanks. Will do.

"So what went through your parents minds when choosing ya name?" Angel asked as the two of them walked out of the club.

"Oh. Aponi isn't my real name.. but I figured i needed a new one to uh.... ya know I don't know.... I used to write fanfiction as a thirteen year old and I did a lot of name studying. My real name is Lilly," Aponi explained.

"Ah I won't tell. Angel Dust ain't my real name either," He replied. "You and my friend Cherri would get along real well. We should all hang out sometime," Angel stated.

"Yeah. That'd be great," Aponi replied as she and the spider demon walked together.

[thegeminisage]

back at it in KAKARIKO!! finally...they better let me climb these damn ruins ive been waiting to do it for 165 hours

FINALLYYYYYYYY

god and these poor kids can visit their moms grave again...

MINERU, SAGE OF!!!!! oh man i knew it i KNEW it. i love to be right

man calip is such a fucking loser. he's been blocking people this whole time & now he's mad about getting upstaged by a woman. get a life dude

WOW and hes making tauro say "fantastic" again. dude, COME ON!!!

ok wait i changed my mind. before i go to faron i wanna go back to the castle. i know my tunic and shield are both there!! i doubt i'll wear the tunic much bc i got my oot gear but i NEED my hylian shield. ive been using a zonaite shield the entire game!!!

man the music here is still SO intense

i remember zelda's diary said the tunic was in the throne room behind the throne but i dont see any way of moving it...

okay i looked it up. torches!!! and i GOT IT!!!!! wah......

now the shield...NO idea where this is, i'm gonna have to look it up fr

oh.

you have to go thru hands :|

well. how badly do i want it...

wtf this korok had extra dialogue???

"id heard korok forest was allw eird there for awhile but now its back" what the hell?? the other koroks just say ya ha ha......

korok hunting is so stressful here btw. why would anyone put so many seeds here. evil evil evil

OH my god okay i found a video that shows you a way to go around the hands. WHEW. thank you internet. im gonna try it!!!

oh i do Not like it in here. i thot about getting all my korok seeds rn but it is like 1am. no fucjing way. this whole goddamn place is cursed

GOT IT!!!!!! i am getting the FUCK outta here. i can't believe i could have done that the whole time lol

apparently it's 3k to rebuy it if it breaks but...i got the cash.

also tbh. im gonna keep wearing my oot armor bc i was gonna anyway but also bc i think the tunic looks nicer in botw. shoulder guard bad. i mean its more practical but less stylish

lol i went to the tower next to the zonai ruins and calip is there like waaah tauro had to go on ahead wahhhh im slow

suck it up!!!

man i remember being SO put out there wasnt anything here. but i guess there is!

quick stop to deliver this mf claw...

2 down, 1 to go. i have dinraal's claw but idw go back to the power spring bc theres hands near it lol

YOOOOO charged SHIRT

omg lol this is so skimpy and girly. love it <3

this outfit is SIIIICK i LOVE dragon armor!!!!!

DAMN OK....................THAT WAS SICK AS HELL

the storm is gone above the dragon islands!!!!! which is a shame almost bc this armor would have made me so deadly up there lol

man i think calip just has a fucking crush on this dude. problematic gay rep happy pride

ah, too bad i never was able to get a fast travel point up there...

i can fly over from the great plateau though. goddammit. great SKY ISLANDS

ooh, i still see some flashing...maybe an opportunity to use this new armor after all

there are storms! and the music is so cool...

right where i landed before...i know bc i DID get this gacha machine. and i remember this trio of like likes lol. very hard to do with zero visibility

ah man there's so much to see here!! but it's getting late so i have to pause for now :(

[enevera]

K, M, Z!! ✨

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

shit okay uhhhh probably denji? maybe just bc its been on my mind the last like month (?) or so but i think he has such good development across part 1 and in his relationships <33

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

hm idk really? i dont tend to think most characters would probably get along with me, even ones i love, but i guess if i had to pick maybe haibara? i think we’d have fun

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go!

oouhh uh i keep having ideas for scenes for that stsg mysteryish fic but only really late at night and im too tired to write them down so i forget them by morning even though i remember that ive had the idea and its just the Most Annoying thing and it’s been happening for weekksssssssss just let me write goddammit

ask game!!

[unsaid-stardust]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

listen I will never be over the fact that not only did we get an actual favorite song for max, but Lucas KNEW her favorite song. no one else. It was Lucas that sifted through the mixtapes and found it.

133 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

#4

I FUCKING FORGOT HOW MONUMENTAL "WELCOME HOME" WAS JESUS CHRIST HERE IS JYN SOMEONE WHO'S BEEN ABANDONED HER WHOLE LIFE HAVING TO FIGURE OUT EVERYTHING ON HER OWN AND THEN SUDDENLY HERE'S CASSIAN WHO'S LIKE "I DON'T NEED PROOF I BELIEVE YOU" CASSIAN WHO BECAME A PARTNER IN LITERAL CRIME CASSIAN WHO IMMEDIATLEY STARTS PROTECTING HER BC "THE REBELLION" NO BC OF SOMETHING ELSE AND HAS SILENT CONVERSATIONS WITH HER ON THE FIELD AND THEN SHE SAYS "IM NOT USED TO PEOPLE STICKING AROUND WHEN THINGS GO BAD" AND WHAT DOES CASSIAN FUCKING SAY???

"WELCOME HOME"

HE TAKES THE LEAP THE GIANT LEAP AND SAYS WELCOME HOME TO A GIRL WHO HASN'T HAD A HOME IN SO FUCKING LONG GODDAMMIT AND NOT TO MENTION THE GRAVITATING ???? THE CIRCLING AROUND EACH OTHER AS THEY SAY IT FUCK I MISS THESE TWO THEY MAKE ME ABSOLUTELY FERAL CAN YOU TELL IM SCREAMING

160 notes - Posted March 23, 2022

#3

the debate episode of community will forever make me feral. Jeff literally does not care about the debate at all (so he says) but he strives to make it super apparent that he's only doing it for a parking space. but then Jeremy teases at Annie, calling her by her insecurity, and suddenly Jeff is like "ABSOLUTELY NOT I NOW CARE ABOUT THIS BC YOU CAN'T TALK TO HER LIKE THAT".

LIKE HUH HOW DID THOSE TWO NOT END UP TOGETHER I DONT GET IT

172 notes - Posted April 14, 2022

#2

how come I see absolutely no one talking about the "...and yet I still hold your arm" line bc that line fucking MURDERED me

371 notes - Posted November 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Kenny was so right to start the show with “now or never” i literally remember sitting there so impressed like “THIS IS A KIDS SHOW?!?!”

482 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

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