#giffed these. didn't like them. re-giffed. now i've looked at them for so long i can't even see anymore so just hoping for the best

[slowestlap]

Post-race interview | Belgian GP, 2023 [x]

[scarletwinterxx]

sit down with jeong jaehyun

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The scene starts with two vacant chairs in front of the camera. Then two people walk in, sitting right next to each other.

"Okay, welcome. Can you introduce yourselves please" someone from behind the camera says

Your partner gestures for you to go first, "Hi I'm Jeong Y/N, 25"

"Hello, I'm Jeong Jaehyun, 26"

:Your last names are both Jeong?

The two of you chuckle, not the first time hearing this question "Mhm, but we're not related in any way. Don't worry" Jaehyun says

: So what are you to each other?

"I'm his girlfriend" you smile, so does Jaehyun.

"I'm her boyfriend"

: How long have the two of you been together?

"5 years"

"7 years"

The two of you answer differently, making you turn to look at each other. "That doesn't count" you tell him but Jaehyun shakes his head

"It does, it's been 7 years baby" he says

"We were on a break" you remind him, he gives you the stare so you turn to look at the camera again to change your answer

"We've been together for 7 years"

The person behind the camera chuckles

: You said you were on a break, what happened then?

"We kind of broke up for over a year, life happened and things got hectic. We decided mutually to end it" you explained

: How did the two of you got back together?

This time Jaehyun answers, recalling the memory

"We have the same circle of friends so we still saw each other sometimes, but this one time we went to dinner and we started talking again. It felt right. I realized how much I missed her and I wanted to give us another chance so I pursued her again" he looks over at you

"He saw flowers outside the restaurant and bought it, he gave it to me and now we're here. We haven't been apart since then" you finish

: How did the two of you meet?

"We met way back in middle school, he was one of the popular guys. All the girls in our grade had a crush on his and would give him their valentine favors. I really didn't think I had a chance" you chuckled, feeling your boyfriend's gaze on the side of your face

"I always get so many chocolates and valentines letter in my locker, but one year I got a whole cake with a small note greeting me a happy birthday" Jaehyun says

"That was me" you say with a big smile. You feel Jaehyun's hand take yours, then he kisses the back of your hand.

: Who liked who first?"

"I guess I did. I wasn't immune to his charms back then. I didn't expect he would notice me too"

"What do you mean? I knew who you were. I was the one who confessed first"

"Yeah because your ears would always turn red when we talked, you got busted" you tease him, giving his ear a playful tug

: What's one thing you love about your significant other?

Jaehyun answers first with no hesitation, "I love how she lets me be me. I feel the most complete with her. We broke up before so we can both learn and grow more, and we did. But me with her is the best version of me I can be"

You listen to his words, feeling all the emotions. Smiling at your boy before turning back to the camera

"I love his jokes" you hear him laugh from beside you

"Not everyone will get it. You can tell the exact moment he makes a joke in his head before he says it out loud, half of the time it's not even that funny but to me it always is. I just love his humor, I guess"

"I think you just love me a lot" he tells you, you roll your eyes at him

: Who said I love you first?

"He did, but technically I did. He said I said it in my sleep but he never told me about it until after a few years. But he's the one who said with both of us conscious" you chuckle

"She was so tired that day, we went back to my place and was just cuddling on my bed. I asked her if she was tired and wanted to sleep, she tucked herself on my side telling me to wake her up in an hour then she suddenly mumbled I love you. I thought I was hallucinating but I couldn't stop smiling after that. I said I love you to her not long after that, on the same bed while we were cuddling"

"Just cuddling" you clarified, earning a laugh from the staff

: Where do you see yourself in 5 or 10 years?

"Honestly, settled down with a family of my own"

"Of our own, baby" Jaehyun interrupts you, fighting the smile off of your face

"Settled down with a family of our own. I want to have kids, I love babies so it's definitely something I look forward to in the future"

Jaehyun listens to you, in his head he's already naming your two kids. He can't stop the smile on his face

"How about you, love?" you ask him, breaking him out if his thoughts

"Married to you, with two kids. I'm actually thinking of their names right now"

"Shut up" you laugh out loud, hitting him playfully on the arm

: What would you say is the secret to a long lasting relationship like yours?

"The truth is, it's not always smooth sailing. You will have fights, disagreements and arguments somewhere along the way and that's okay. That means the two of you are learning, growing up together. What's important is learning how to resolve it together, listen to each other and understand each other's side" you answer

Jaehyun nods in agreement.

"Be your partner's friend. It's important to tell them when something's not right, when something upsets you, when something bothers you. You don't always have to coddle them, appease them. Be each other's voice of reason. Of course always love and respect each othe" he says

: Okay, that's all. Thank you so much for sharing your time and your story with us, Mr. and Ms. Jeong. Anything else you want to say?

You shake your head, "Thank you everyone for your hardwork, thanks for having us" you say, then you look over at your boyfriend.

It was quick but you caught the cheeky smile on his face, and it meant one thing.

"Oh gosh he's about say something either really cheesy or really corny, just wait" you tell the staff and the camera

"Thanks everyone for having us, next time when we come back we'll be Mr. and Mrs. Jeong" he says with a big smile

"Okay see, I knew he was going to say something. That's it, valentine boy we're done here. Thank you!"

AND CUT

[campingwiththecharmings]

it's been too long since i've sent something debilitatingly horny to you, so here:

edit: im sorry its so long and plot-y 😭 i've never written for poe and got too excited.

imagine being a first order commander in charge of coaxing information from poe dameron. the first batch of interrogators (a couple stormtroopers) couldn't get a thing out of him so you were called in as back up.

GIF by antagonistenthusiast

you've had a few interactions with poe (as you're both renowned pilots), but you've never actually seen his face. you've only communicated through radios -- well, communicated is a strong word, you've taunted and growled at each other from a distance...

needless to say, you were intrigued to finally meet this 'poe dameron' that you've been chasing around since you became a flight officer.

you're shocked when you see him, not because he's battered and barely conscious, but because he's prettier than you expected.

GIF by one-blog-to-whump-them-all

of course, he's fucking pretty. he's the resistance's flyboy, the general's favorite, complete with a cut jawline, pouty lips and perfect curls.

it enrages you.

long dark lashes frame half-lidded eyes as you approach him. his body is strapped tight to a chair, but he doesn't seem bothered by it. he's so unbothered, in fact, that he immediately greets you with one of his annoying quips:

"you the good cop?" you're sure it would've sounded better if his voice wasn't so hoarse and broken -- not that you didn't enjoy that sound. there's something about a ruined man that immediately sparks a flame inside of you.

"no, they were the good cops." you refer to the storm troopers that left him this way. "i'm the bad cop, and i like to do things a bit differently..."

you can see it on his face: he recognizes you, or your voice, but he doesn't know from where.

"can't fly away anymore, can you, dameron?"

it finally dawns on him, "you." he almost looks...happy about the revelation.

"yeah, me." his stare is intense and interested, and he's not trying to hide it at all.

cocky bastard.

"y'now i didn't expect such a bea--"

you roll your eyes, "ok, let's stop with all this chatter."

there's a piece of paper sticking out of the breast pocket of his leather jacket, folded several times to fit securely in the space.

"you got something for me?" you coo, voice sickly sweet all of the sudden.

you reach out, gliding your hand from his shoulder to his chest, feeling the smooth leather rise and lower under your fingers as he starts to breathe harder. he pushes against your touch like he's touch deprived, like he's been waiting for this moment all his life.

oh, he's easy.

you snicker as you pluck the paper out, taking a second to wag it tauntingly in front of his face.

"what're you...HEY! THAT'S MINE."

bingo

you open it up, satisfied by how fluidly this interrogation is going. once you deliver this to ren, you're sure to get a promotion.

when you see what's inside, you glower: it's just a worn photo of some BB-droid.

"really?" you give him an unimpressed look. "what, is this your pet or something?"

"he's my driod! my little buddy!"

"ok...so we'll do this the hard way."

---

it starts with pain, but it never seems to be enough. he's -- laughing! he's taunting you, groaning out "is that all you got" or whispering a hoarse "i could do this all day".

you realize you're methods will have to be a bit...unconventional to get your point across. you saw how he reacted to your touch, how he looks at you, even when you're punching him in the face.

you know what you need to do, you're just not sure that you could take it.

GIF by joker1315

you take the step -- blurring the line between pain and pleasure.

it's for the first order, you tell yourself, but you're enjoying it.

you're breathing almost as hard as he is -- you need it just as much as he does.

you've been edging him about an hour now. he whines when you slow your hand again, leaving him right at the brink of release. metal clangs and groans as he pulls against his restraints.

"please, please, please..."

"you know what i need." you squeeze him, not tightly, but just enough to drive him wild. "just one word -- the planet -- and i'll give it to you. i'll let you cum all over yourself."

"c-can't."

"can't? or won't?" you swipe your thumb over his leaking tip. he's literally pulsing in your hold.

"fuck!" he yells out a name, one you immediately memorize, desperate voice and all.

;dlfsl;dfgk oh oh oh ohhhhhhh my goddddddddddddd

no but like, the fact that poe was also kind of into the whole thing though?? him arching into your touch, shooting you heated glances even when you're torturing him, like he likes being at your mercy?????? please send help 🫠🫠🫠

(**WARNING: here there be smut and it could potentially be considered dub-con so read at your own risk**)

if you thought he was pretty before, it's nothing compared to how he looks when he comes--his jaw slack, head thrown back, baring his glorious neck (a neck you just wanna bite), his sweaty curls deliciously mussed, eyes closed in ecstasy as he makes a mess of himself and your hand.

heavenly, you think. the sight is heavenly.

unable to resist, you kiss him softly, so contradictory to the rough way you'd been handling him. he sighs, sagging against his restraints as he kisses you back, his breath fanning across your cheek. you tell him he's a good boy when you pull away and he whines, trying to follow your lips, his mouth gaping, pupils blown wide with lust. he's so drunk on you, on the pleasure you've given him, he'd probably give you whatever you wanted right now; the knowledge fills you with glee. you smile, running a hand down his chest before tucking him back in his trousers.

he comes back to himself when you move to leave, his eyes growing a little harder, jaw clenching as you tell him that you look forward to working with him again.

unfortunately, ren isn't around for you to give him the intel poe gave you, so you hold onto it, intent on telling him when he returns. that night though, you can't sleep, can't stop thinking about poe's breathy whines and whimpers and how pretty he looked begging you to let him come. it's all you can think about, the urge to go to him so strong. so you go, shooing the guards from his cell and going inside. he's asleep, still tied up but removed from the rack he'd been on earlier, bloodied and bruised and beautiful. you allow yourself a moment to study him, eyes tracing the curve of his jaw, of his brow, his nose.

then you take him in your hand, squeezing and stroking, his pretty little noises going straight to your core. you want him, you realize, want to claim him, want to make him yours. the urge is so strong it makes you a little angry--that he could have so much power over you in this state is...well, it's unacceptable.

maybe you just need to fuck him, you reason, to get it out of your system. so you do, straddling him and sheathing his hardness inside your warm, wet cunt. he sounds (and looks) even prettier like this, beneath you, his moans breathy, breathing ragged as you ride him. he feels so good inside you, the stretch of his cock scratching an itch you didn't even realize you had. he watches at you with wide, attentive eyes, hips pushing up to meet yours as you impale yourself on him again and again.

you see stars when you come, cunt clenching around his cock as you throw your head back with a strangled moan. he's still hard and inside you when you come down, his ragged breaths reaching your ears. the look in his eyes is almost reverent when you meet them, and when he begs you to let him come inside you, a little piece of your heart crumbles.

you leave his cell, swearing to yourself that you'll never do it again, that you'll tell ren what you've learned and that dameron will be executed and it'll all be done.

but you don't. can't.

you keep the information you learned to yourself so your trysts with him can continue. every day you go to his cell, send away the guards, and fuck him. you start to look forward to it, to seeing him, to being with him. he starts begging you to let him touch you, and one day you cave and allow it. you groan when he cups your breast, arching into his touch as you bounce slowly on his cock. then his hand falls to your hip, his fingers dig into your skin, and a part of you hopes he'll leave behind bruises. when his thumb finds your clit, he circles the bud, groaning as you gasp, cunt fluttering around him. he whispers something as you fall apart, and it isn't until later that you realize...he'd called you beautiful.

(lmaooooooooooo many, many apologies for going overboard with this, i love me a subby man, especially when that man is poe dameron, hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng)

[the-little-ewok]

A Little Help

A little help

Poe Dameron X F! Reader

Rating : T

Wordcount : 2900 (ish)

Warnings : None. Just fluff

Summary : Request from Tegan with prompt: “Wait, you think I'm cute?”

Poe brings BB-8 to you every week insisting something is wrong but you can never find anything, His droid is always in perfect condition. But BB-8 has decided his master needs a little help with you…

A/N : Sorry this took a little time to write! I do hope its worth the wait.

GIF banner by the lovely Salome-C

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"It's happened again!" 

Of course it did. You could almost time the commanders visits down to the day now. Always around a week after the last time you've seen him, for far longer than you've been able to keep track. As long as Poe Dameron is on base, you can guarantee that at some point you'll hear him running into your room, asking for your help. 

Putting down the datapad you’ve been working on, you turn to face him, holding the droid safely in his arms, the look of panic in his face softening your annoyance.

"Poe, I've already done everything I can. You really need to get it checked over by someone a bit more experienced. I'm not really a mechanic," you sigh softly as he puts the droid down in front of you on the table, wondering how he manages to carry it and yet still look like it hardly bothers him at all. The only indication it's even slightly heavy is the slight flush of his cheeks. 

"But you fixed him last time?" Poe interrupts your admiration of him, drawing your attention back to the droid now happily beeping and rolling across your table. 

"I didn't do anything but replace a few almost burnt out fuses. None of them would have caused any problems. You know that as well as I do." His face falls as you talk, making you pause in your words. Maker, you can’t stand to see that forlorn look. "But I suppose I can take another look. Maybe run some diagnostics again if you want?"

"Yeah? You don't mind?" Poe breathes, relief evident in his tone. "I've looked him over myself, but there must be something I'm missing. I just don't know how to help. Everyone else is busy. And you know it's…not really important."

You understood the love the pilot had for the little droid, but above all else the resistance came first, which meant he'd been bringing the droid to you to look over, even with your limited experience, because everyone else was caught up preparing for missions. His ability to care, to love even the smallest of things, has always been the most attractive trait of the pilot, which is really in part why you didn't mind him coming to you either. But despite the fact you enjoyed his company, you always wished it was under better circumstances. 

"Ok, lemme help you take another look and we'll try and figure it out together," you reassure him, trying to quell your thumping heart as he suddenly wraps his arms around you to give you a grateful hug.

“You’re the best,” he breathes, letting you go so you can grab your datapad.

He stands by quietly watchful as you re-run the diagnostics on his droid. He doesn't interrupt you, but he hovers far too close, watching your every movement, his hands twitching to help catch the droid every time you move it to unscrew panels or to check the inner workings.  

You almost wish you could find something to explain BB's behaviour, so you could at least fix it and quiet the pilot's worries. But as you finish up your diagnostics and checks, everything comes back exactly the same. His droid was, as always, in perfect condition.

"I don't know what to tell you, Poe. There's nothing wrong with BB that I can find," you shrug, re-checking the diagnostics again. 

"You're absolutely sure? Can you check again?"

You sigh, opening your mouth to explain that running everything again wouldn't change anything, but you pause as he gives you a pleading look. Stars, he needed to stop doing that, and you absolutely needed to stop giving in to him. Steeling yourself, you shake your head at him.

"Poe, I've checked it twice already. I promise there is nothing wrong with -” Your words cut out as the droid gives a series of beeps and a tilt of his head, before spinning around at top speed, beeping and whirring, causing the pilot to hold out his hands to ensure it doesn't fall off the table. Once the droid stops, Poe gives you a worried look. 

"This! This is what keeps happening! Just once a week and then I bring him here, and he’s fine. And then it happens again. There must be something." He runs his hands carefully over the droid, soothing it as one might a child, as you frown at them both, a thought slowly forming in the back of your mind. It starts quiet at first before it grows louder and the more you think about it, the more you start to believe it. 

Putting down your datapad you gently tug Poe’s sleeve to get his attention. 

"Can I have a word? Away from your droid. I think I know what this might be." When he nods, you walk over to the other side of the room, waiting for him as he follows you quietly. He all but drags his feet, shoving his hands deep in his pockets, looking like the world crashed into his shoulders before you’ve even spoken. 

"It's bad news, isn't it? You don't have to pretend it's not. If we know, we can figure out how to fix it. I mean, nothing can be unfixable, right?" His worried look breaks your heart, especially when he bites his lip and glances up to look between you and his droid. 

"Poe, I promise you there is nothing wrong with your droid. Honestly, I don't think I've ever seen one that's better cared for." You take a breath, considering how to phrase your next wording in the most polite way possible. "Do you think maybe…BB is just doing it for attention?" 

To anyone else they might have scoffed at you, told you droids are programs, and they don't have the ability to act out, but Poe looks over at his droid, a frown etched in his brow. BB gives a curious whir in your direction, rolling to the edge of the table to get closer to you both. 

"Why would he do that?" He frowns, turning back to you.

"You've been on a lot of missions lately. Maybe BB's just feeling a little left out of your attention? I think everyone misses you a bit when you're gone." You are sure you can't be the only person that misses his presence, so it's technically not a lie, though you couldn't say for sure. 

"I haven't been gone that often without him. I mean… I guess lately things have been a bit more chaotic. I suppose I have been a bit distracted," he admits, rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh. "So, nothing’s wrong?"

"Nothing I can find. I mean, you really should get someone else to check him over in case I'm wrong, though. Droids aren't my special field." He already knows that, but both of you also already know that unless it's resistance critical, there are still no resources to really help him, even with the respect everyone held for the commander. 

Poe lets out a sigh of relief, the tension easing from his shoulders at your reassurance.  

"No, I think you're right. It makes sense. I haven't been a very good friend lately." 

Your heart gives a sudden painful ache, and you have to stop yourself from throwing your arms around him to hug him. 

"I don't think it's that. You're doing the best you can, and nobody has been a better friend to that droid than you." You settle for patting his arm comfortingly, still biting back the urge to wrap yourself around him, and squeeze him tight for even thinking that about himself. 

"I'm sorry. I feel like we've wasted your time," he apologises. 

"Not at all. I don't mind. But I will get my own back," you wink, before raising your voice loud enough to echo across the room. "So yeah I'll just take it apart, wipe its memory, rebuild it and should be fine then," you shrug loudly with a smile at Poe.

BB-8 gives an alarmed set of beeps, rolling as far away from you as possible to the other end of the table. With a laugh as he walks back, Poe picks him up and sets him carefully on the floor, where he rolls behind his master's legs, peeking out at you. 

"She's not serious, buddy," the pilot reassures softly, "but you gotta stop this now. I know I haven't been able to take you with me lately but -"

BB-8's beeps cut him off mid sentence making the pilot spin on his heel to frown at the droid.

He kneels down to get eye level as you walk back over to them, convinced you must have misheard or mistranslated something. 

"Say that again, buddy?" Poe asks softly. 

Curious to hear a clear answer as well, you crouch down, close enough that his leg is pressed against yours while he kneels beside you. Silently, you curse yourself for misjudging the distance that would be between you when you got down here. You really should move but now, you feel stuck, feeling like it would be as awkward to suddenly move as it would be to stay.

The pilot smells good. Really fucking good. Like starched washing, engine oil and soap. And he's hot, like the warmth a cooling X-Wing engine gives off when you stand too close, just warm enough to be comfortable but borderline that you might overheat if you stay too long…

Swallowing, you try to ignore the flare of prickling heat that creeps up the back of your neck at his closeness. If the lack of distance bothers Poe at all, he makes no indication of it. 

He frowns at the droid as BB-8 repeats his earlier statement, reaching out a hand to rest on its side as he speaks, "Buddy, what do you mean you have to keep coming here until I do it? Until I do what?" 

BB beeps back at him, making your eyes go wide and Poe stiffen next to you. 

"You… you little…we are going to have a serious talk about this." He scolds, pointing a finger at the droid, who gives a series of beeps back in defence. 

Poe turns to you at the same time you turn to him and fuck, he's far too close. The shock of it makes you wobble on your heels, and you're lucky his reflexes are what they are, as his hand shoots out to grab your arm and prevent you falling backwards. He holds you until you're steady, while you hope he can't feel your fluttering pulse through your clothes. His hand on your arm seems to burn through your shirt, sending heat flushing across your skin, before he lets you go, and a strange coldness engulfs you at the lack of touch.

Getting a handle on yourself, you swallow, bringing your attention back to the droid's answers. 

"Did…did your droid just say that he's bringing you here to ask me out?"

"I am so sorry." The pilot apologises sincerely, but there's something in his eyes that you could almost take as thinly veiled amusement. You're not sure how sorry he actually is for his droid’s interference, but maybe he's sorry you found out.

"Do you always get your droid to pick up girls for you?"

"I swear I didn't put him up to this!" Poe protests the moment the words leave your mouth, a blush creeping over his cheeks and lighting up the tips of his ears with red. 

You raise an eyebrow at him, amused at his sudden defence. 

"So you're telling me you think your droid did this all by itself just to get you to talk to a girl?" 

"Yes!" 

"And you're telling me it's seriously been bringing you here every week, so you can ask me out? And you had no idea?"

"Yes!" He confirms, his cheeks growing redder with each passing moment. You aren't sure if he's embarrassed at your teasing, at the thought that you think he put his droid up to it, or the fact his droid decided he needed a little help with getting dates. 

You snort with laughter at the whole situation. 

"Stop laughing about it," Poe laughs, "I swear I did not encourage this in any way! I had nothing to do with this!" 

"Okay," you laugh at his protests, "If you say so, Poe! You've both wasted a lot of my time, you know? You're lucky you're cute, or I might be annoyed."

Oh no. Oh no, you did not just let that slip out. You can feel your own embarrassment prickling at the back of your neck as Poe's eyes light up.  

"Wait, you think I'm cute?" His grin this time is not his usual flyboy flirtation cockiness, but a genuine lopsided goofy smile that's all teeth. Stars, it's the most adorable smile he's ever given you, and you could swear your heart skips more than one beat at the sight. 

"Yeah, well, you both are. You know, together. Just a droid and its dad." You give off what is supposed to be an offhand laugh, and even you can hear the unsure way it comes across from your embarrassment. "Anyway, we were discussing you two."

You try desperately to change the subject back to the droid as BB-8 whirs and beeps happily around you, teasing his master. 

"He was too shy to ask me himself? Now you must have a fried chip I've missed!" You giggle before you glance over at the pilot, who quickly turns his gaze from you back to his droid, his cheeks still flushed pink. "You're not shy."

"I don't think shy is the right word. I just…you're busy, and I'm sure you have better things to do. I was being considerate. There hasn't been a good time to ask. And you might have said no and broken my heart." He gives you a playful wink, and you can't help the smile that curls over your lips in return, as much as you try to suppress it. 

"Well your droid went to all this effort, I think it would be rude not to ask now," you tease him softly. Poe raises his eyebrows before he gets to his feet, holding out his hands in order to help you up. Placing your hands in his, you allow him to pull you to your feet, trying not to allow your breath to stutter at the contact. His fingers are calloused but soft, his grip firm but gentle. And even when you are on your feet, he still doesn't let go of your hands.  

"So, would you consider letting me take you to dinner?" Poe finally asks, the back of his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. "Maybe tonight?"

"Well, I have a lot of work to catch up on from the last few weeks because I spent a lot of time checking someone's bratty droid," you give BB-8 a pointed look and the droid beeps back at you, letting you know it has zero regrets about that.

"Which was in no way my fault or doing. I am also an entirely innocent party in this and should not be blamed." Poe reminds you with a grin before he lets go of your hands. You suddenly feel lost without the contact, as though without him grounding you here, you could simply float away. "But if you don't want -" 

"I didn't say that," you cut him off with a reassuring smile. "I'm sure I can clear some time for dinner with you tonight." 

"Great!" He gives a cough, curbing his enthusiasm with a quick embarrassed smile. "I mean, that's great. So, 7?"

You nod in confirmation, not trusting your own voice to not come out as a squeal of excitement, and Poe beams at you. 

Leaning over, he presses a quick kiss to your cheek, making heat flare up the back of your neck and across your cheeks. 

"See you tonight then," he grins, walking backwards towards the door, keeping his eyes on you as you bite your lip with a smile. You see it coming seconds before it happens, not giving you enough time to warn him. He turns around to look where he's going and smacks straight into the door frame with a thud.

He groans, stumbling back a little, his hand flying to press against his forehead. 

"Are you-" you start, taking a step towards him, but Poe shakes his head, straightening his jacket. 

"You didn't see that," he laughs at himself, turning around to give you a grin, his cheeks bright red with embarrassment. There is a clear mark forming quickly on his head where he met the frame, and you can't help but giggle.

"I mean even if I didn't see it…still sort of heard it," you laugh as he rubs his head. "Seriously, are you ok?"

"Yeah, don't worry. No getting out of our date. I'll be alright by tonight… and I promise I’ll be more co-ordinated" he winks with a soft laugh. "Right, let me try this again."

When he leaves this time, he turns to watch where he's going, carefully navigating his way around the door frame as his droid beeps at him. You hear his answer floating back down the corridor. 

"You shush, You've caused more than enough trouble." Another series of distant beeps followed by Poe's outraged answer echoing across the halls, "I am not being ungrateful for your help!”

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[intramoon]

Hellooo 🥺 I wanted to know if you have followed a tutorial to make the last gifs? Or would you show how to make them? Than you so much 💕

I didn't follow any specific tutorial, I've just made a quick little process after researching how other people on Tumblr make gifs. I can tell you how I do but I would definitely recommend following a tutorial of someone more qualified! lol

Aj's Guide To Sims Gifs

I am going to show you how I made this gif of Wednesday:

You'll need:

A screen recording program; Streamlabs, OBS Studio

Adobe Photoshop (FYI I am using the newest version).

The full tutorial is below the cut.

I promise it is easy, this tutorial is just long because I want to cover all bases, so if you have no idea what any of what I am saying means you can still follow along easily!

Lets get started!

1. Installing Your Recording Programs

You'll need to be able to record your game. Any streaming or screen recording program with work perfectly! I use Streamlabs because that's what I use for Twitch, but OBS Studio will work too! I've used them all, I recommend Streamlabs because it's more user-friendly.

2. Setting Up Your Recording Programs

You'll need to set up a scene in your streaming program that records your display or your game. In Streamlabs you go to the plus bottom beside sources and add either a Display Capture or a Game Capture, select your display or game. Is there a difference? Using game capture will remove any of your miscellaneous desktop UI and you won't have to crop it out later down the line. Despite that being pretty handy, I do display capture because I am difficult. lol If you have questions about this step feel free to send a ask, but I am going to skip over this to be able to go into more detail about the gif-making process.

3. Recording Your Scenes

Now you'll need to record your scenes in-game! I recommend doing this with ReShade or gshade. I use ReShade. Just make sure your lighting is how you like, the time of day is how you like, and have fun! Tip #1: Save your game before you start recording any scenes. Especially if you are recording gameplay, this will allow you to go back if you miss an animation or interaction. You'll be able to reload your game where you were and you can try to capture the moment again. Tip #2: Only record for 10-20 seconds at a time. Yes, you'll have a bunch of small recordings and that is what you want. You'll have to import those clips to Photoshop and if they are over 30 seconds they are going to strain your computer and be difficult to work with. Record animations just one time through, and re-record from different angles. This will let you pick from a variety of clips to get the gif you want. For 5-7 gifs I have 15-ish recordings that are about 10 seconds each, for reference. Tip #3: If you are alpha like me and are plagued by alpha hair vs. MXAO, just be intentional with the hair choices you make because you cannot edit the MXAO out later (I mean you can but it is a lot of fucking work). I have found updos are better at not having crazy MXAO spots. Or opt for using sims with darker hair.

4. Loading and Shortening Your Clip

Now, pick the first clip you'd like to convert to a gif. Go to File > Import > Import Videos To Frames and then select the video file for the clip. A window will appear that looks like this:

From here you are going to select the exact moment in your clip that you want to use. The two half-sliders underneath the timeline are your start and stop points. You want to move them to just encompass the moment you want to use. Try to cut it down as much as possible to just the moment you need, the longer the clip the more frames, the longer it will take to render and the harder it will be on your computer. You will know if your clip is too long with this pop-up:

Avoid this!

My cut-down clip looks like this:

5. Loading In Your Layers & Workspace

Your workspace should look like this!

You should see 100-200ish layers on the right side and a timeline on the bottom. If you do not see the layers on the right side go to Window > Layers, you should be able to see them after doing this. If you do not see a timeline on the bottom, go to Window > Timeline, you should be able to see it after doing this. If your timeline does not look like mine and rather like this:

Don't worry! That's totally fine! If you do want to change it click the three squares on the bottom left and it will show each individual frame.

6. Cropping and Resizing

You want to work with the smallest file possible so you can use the littlest amount of resources and have the smallest file size. This is, one, to reduce strain on your computer but also because Tumblr only allows gifs that are 10MB. We want to keep the gif as small as possible.

First, we are going to crop our gif! In my example, I need to crop out my computer UI. I think long gifs and square gifs look the best, so I am going to crop my long ways.

We also want to resize our gif to 540px. I know people get on me for resizing my screenshots to 540px but this is a MUST for gifs. If not they will be blurry. They are not like screenshots and portraits. In my crop settings, you'll see I have my set to 540px.

That makes the cropping resizing process quicker by killing two birds with one stone. Alternatively, you can crop as normal, and then resize to 540px afterward. I've done both and both get the same result! If your post will have two gifs side by side you'll want to crop your gifs to 268px.

If it takes Photoshop a little bit of time to crop the image, that is normal! Just requires some patience. The same goes for resizing. I've found sometimes resizing takes the longest.

My resized gif looks like this!

7. Editing Your Gif

Technically your gif is done! If you don't intend on editing it you can export it and you're done! I like to do a little editing on my gifs.

To edit gifs you'll need to use non-destructive editing methods, ie. adjustment layers or smart objects but most likely adjustment layers. If you, for example, edit by going to Image > and then adjusting your image, you'd have to do that to all your layers. That's not viable. Instead, you'll want to make a group at the top of all your layers and place your adjustment layers in the group. You can make a group by clicking the folder icon at the bottom of your layers panel. You can create adjustment layers by clicking the half-shaded circle on the bottom of your layers panel.

BE CAREFUL! Make sure you are doing edits on layer 1, if you edit other random layers the edit will only apply to those layers. I've made this mistake a few too many times.

As for sharpening, this is when you'd use your sharpening action or sharpen it yourself. I am going to be using this sharpening action by insomniacgifs. I've used a handful but this is the one I like the most because it converts my layers into a smart object that lets me do more edits later (which I will show you).

All sharpening actions are different so make sure to read their instructions before you use them. Some sharpening actions have a layer limit so they will not work on longer gifs.

To start using insomniacgifs action I have to convert my layers to frames. They have an action for this. I select "Layer 1" and run their "Frames to Timeline" action.

Now my layers are in a smart object!

Smart objects are a non-destructive way to edit and something I recommend using with gifs and your edits. Smart objects also preserve the quality of your images despite you resizing and editing your image.

In regards to gifs, this allows me to use Camera Raw Filter and more heavily edit my gif! All I am going to do is open Camera Raw Filter and edit away! It will apply my edits to a layer attached to this smart object.

After I've done my edits, I will pick which level of sharpening I want to use from insomniacgifs action. I usually pick soft. I am going to press play on the "Soft" action. This does sometimes take a while to load. You may get a progress bar. Just be patient. This may take a few minutes.

Now that the Soft actions have finished, my gif is sharpened! I am extra and want to tweak my gif a little more. After finishing the Soft action all my layers will be in a "gif" folder. Remember how I mentioned before that to edit gifs you want to place a group above your layers and place your adjustment layers inside? I am going to do that now! It looks something like this:

8. Saving Your Gif

Now, finally, we can save! This is the easiest part! Go to File > Export > Export for The Web (Legacy). I window will open that looks like this:

In the top right, make sure the file type is set to GIF. Here you can play your gif and see it in action! Now, this is what I normally notice if I do not like the speed of the gif. It defaults to 0.06 seconds per frame. Sometimes I like this slow pace to get a dreamier gif but with this gif, it's too slow. I will show you how to fix it. Close this window and go to your timeline. Shift + Left-Click the first and last layers on the timeline. Right-click on the frame duration.

Now click other and change it to your desired duration. For me, that will be 0.03 seconds.

Now let's try to save again! This is the end result!

If you have questions please do not hesitate to ask! I will update this tutorial as people ask questions and clarification is needed! You can always hit me up if you need help!

[elvisabutler]

gunmetal

summary: elvis loves his guns. you think he loves you. question is are those mutually exclusive. fandom: elvis presley | elvis 2022 pairing: elvis presley x female reader rating: m word count: 3328 not even remotely talking about it. it happened alright? warnings: gun kink. elvis's sexual issues. minor implied food kink maybe? use of a gun in penetrative ways. masturbation ( m and f ). implied future oral ( f ). older/later elvis described/implied. ( i'm not meaning that in a warning re: weight, it's more i do know that some would prefer to not interact with elvis as he was toward the end of his life in ways that are sexual ). minor daddy kink, as in reader calls elvis daddy and he refers himself as daddy. it's not super in your face. minor mommy kink on elvis's part. also unhealthy bdsm practices because you know, no one in this is necessarily fully sober/in good states of mind. just really y'all, this is a...ride. also thigh riding and squirting. author's note: okay. so let me explain myself. this gif is not indicative of the exact time frame for elvis i chose for this though have at it, pick austin elvis and 73ish as ya man here if you want. i definitely did not. so. i read a set of fics that had kinks i don't have in the slightest because i was curious ( because i've been in fandom/the internet too long and i look at dead dove don't eat on some fics and think it's a challenge ) and i faintly regret my choices with it. but it made me basically be like jimmie where i say things like "i don't know what i'm thinking". said fic set has wormed its way into my brain where it lives and tosses me like two pennies and a bit of lint for rent. this is the bit of lint. i am sorry for this. if y'all actually want another gun kink fic from me, i'll probably write it come november but i wanted to do something different with this. i don't know what this is. when i said unhinged, i didn't necessarily mean sexy. watch this be accidentally sexy. also hi, yeah this is day 13 of kinktober, gun kink with elvis. and yes i have had to edit this three times.

Elvis- You love Elvis. God help you and saints preserve you, but you love him. You love him enough that you forget how he can be, how you forget how he slowly is becoming a version of him that you're not sure you want to be with. He's possessive and mercurial on his best days, possessive and terrifying on his worst. Priscilla had warned you, Linda had warned you, they had both told you that Elvis takes and takes and takes and while he gives and gives and gives it's complicated. It's maybe never what you need.

You're giving though, you're the type of girl Elvis needs right now. Someone to keep him in check, to try and slide him into something inching toward health even as his body wants to rebel against him.

But Elvis takes, Elvis has desires that he'd keep unspoken for some girls. But Priscilla took it, Linda took it- his true girls- his girls he wanted to keep would take it. Would take what he wanted to give them. Elvis likes to combine the things he loves into something he figures is better than the two things apart. It's with his food, his music and truthfully his needs and wants in the bedroom. You're his girl and they're his girls and the values them more anything in the world other than little Lisa. They even outrank you and you know it. Girls may come and go but Elvis's guns? Oh those girls are forever, his personal harem to pick and choose from and keep close.

Elvis doesn't sleep well after shows, everyone has told you that from the second you said hello and he said ain't you the prettiest thing this side of the Mississippi. You are always riled up after shows, always a squirming mess he carts off to the bedroom the second he gets to the hotel. Some nights- like this particular night he's not up to the task of fucking you. A sign of his age, maybe a sign of how his body wants to betray him at the one thing he enjoys as much as- well as much he knows things are twisted in his head. He is hungry after the shows though and after this particular show he's got you in his lap, on one of his thighs, your body bouncing and grinding as you use its substantial size to provide pressure to your clit, to your cunt to every part of your body in between your legs. You're facing him and occasionally your hands drift down to his stomach, wanting to feel it, wanting to feel his chest and every part of him. He always gives you a look over his glasses before moving your hand back up to his arm. He can see your face starting to twist like he knows it does when you're heading toward your release, he's impressed tonight. Normally you require his fingers on your clit or pinching at your nipples. Maybe these big thighs were good for something, tonight.

"Make a mess of your Daddy, darlin'. Stain the jumpsuit, hm?" He murmurs into your ear before feeling you shudder against him, your body taking his words to be a command. He places a light kiss against your neck. You find that it feels sticky.

"Are you-" You start and pause, eyeing Elvis, watching him stare at you with those eyes that if nothing else- if all else fails him- would draw in even the strongest of individuals. "Do I need to help you?"

He hums before exhaling, shifting his body to get a little more comfortable on the chair he's sitting in. "Depends on your answer to my question."

"What is it?" You're genuinely curious, Elvis's eyes seem a little brighter today and you have hope tonight might be a good night for both of you.

His hands move to cup your face, pulling you in for a soft kiss. You have to climb up onto him a little from your position but you find you don't mind. From his pleased hum you can feel vibrate against your body you figure he doesn't mind either.

"I wanna see you play with my guns. One of my favorites. I'll take the ammo and everything out just for tonight." He can already picture it, picture you on the bed, him in this chair, his cock in his hand and you- and you on your shared hotel bed writhing as you brushed your clit against the metal. "'m not feeling up to fuckin' ya tonight, but I wanna come watching ya."

You force a smile on your face, it's not that you don't want to do it- it's a strange request, but not unwelcome- it's just you had hoped it would not be a take take take night and instead be a give give give night. "Which one, daddy?" You added daddy to see him smile.

It works.

He chose one with a long barrel, whispering as your ground your ass against him that it was to give you the length he knew you craved. Sure, you enjoyed his girth in more ways than one but sometimes it was just the length you needed. His pajama pants are down by his ankles as he settles into the chair and you allow your fingers to play with yourself, slowly getting yourself prepared for what you're going to do. You're always a little more wet than normal when you have Elvis watching you and tonight is surprisingly no exception. You never used to be like this, never used to be turned on at the thought of someone watching you but Elvis has a way of turning things you thought you knew about yourself on its head. His eyes are zeroed in on your cunt, watching your fingers disappear in and out, glistening ever so slightly with your juices and he can't help the low groan he lets out at it, his hand moving to lazily stroke his cock. Yes, he'd like to get off watching you on his gun, watching you come all over it like you did his thigh not even an hour before, like you have on his cock but he's not in a rush. Next show isn't even for another few days, so if he wants he could lay you out on this bed like the buffet you are and take his time savoring every last morsel and drop of you.

"What are you looking at?" You whisper a little breathlessly, two of your fingers teasing your clit like Elvis had many times before.

"You." He answers simply, his thumb brushing over his tip. "Watchin' how you're preppin' yourself. Thinkin' I oughta help, but there's somethin' about watching ya."

Your lips curl into a lazy smile. "You're always- You know I love it when you do. Maybe tomorrow morning you can play with me like this? Spread my pretty lips open and taste me. Maybe there will be a hint of the metal."

If a growl leaves his throat, if a growl leaves his throat and has him sounding like his Harley revving up, you and him don't comment on it. "Don't be a tease, baby. Think you might be prepped enough. It's thinner than me, 'member that."

You hum before letting out a heavy and mildly overexaggerated sigh. "I guess you're right." Your hand encircles the grip of gun, noting how cold it is with a shiver. Your eyes look up at Elvis before you tilt your head and drag the barrel across your skin, starting from your neck and moving down to your chest, letting the cool metal brush against your overheated skin. "It's cold."

He gulps as he pumps his cock, watching how your npples pebble after the barrel swipes by them. If he could, if he wanted to get up from this chair, he's walk over to you and warm them up, take your nipples in his mouth and suck on them, bite at them, watch you keen and writhe against him. He won't though, because he just wants to watch you.

When you finally reach your cunt, you practically jump at the first brush of the metal against your cunt. You think maybe you should have sucked on it first, given it some warmth before you had it touch you, but it was too late for that. You take a deep breath and look at Elvis unblinking as you slowly shove the barrel of the gun into your cunt. If you were closer to him you'd likely see how the blue of his eyes is completely taken over by the black of his pupil, you'd see how his mouth has dried out from the small pants he can't stop himself from taking and you'd notice how he looks- he looks like he does onstage. He looks completely full of life and ready to strike at the one person he has in his gaze. You.

His breath is shallow the longer he looks, the longer he looks and pumps himself, the precum covering his cock, his jar of lube unused for him. "Goddamn, little one, you should see- drive a man wild, fucking yourself on his gun. Gonna smell like you, won't be able to be at the range without remembering you- won't be able to shoot it without remembering this. Gonna have to explain to the boys why I popped a boner like a fuckin' teenager."

You huff out a laugh, your body letting out a shiver as it tries to adjust to the intrusion of something you're not used to. "Don't wear such tight pants and they won't know. Is this going to be your new favorite?"

He nods. "Gonna have it tucked in somewhere every damn show. Maybe it'll be a good luck charm."

A good luck charm for you and him, a sign that you two will last like him and 'Cilla didn't, like him and Linda didn't. You did this for him, they didn't, they had- your limits are always far more malleable than theirs were. Not a bad thing but it give him some hope.

You pull the barrel out of your cunt and press it against your swollen clit, hissing as you do. "Christ, Daddy, I didn't realize I'd be so sensitive. I'm- how close are you?"

You want to come, but he hasn't and you refuse to be that greedy, not for him right now. Not for him when he's having a good night, not a great night, but a good one and you want to savor it. If you're trying not to move the gun, letting the barrel stay pressed against your clit in order to stave off your impeding orgasm he doesn't say anything.

His hand moves faster, knowing that he is pretty close, he wants to come for you, wants to show you what you've done to him, how you've made him feel. "Talk me through it, Mama."

Your eyes had slipped closed as you lost yourself in the sensations of the metal, the smell of your arousal and sex in the room, the taste of what Elvis had been eating earlier lingering on your tongue. Your eyes had been closed but they shoot open at the word Mama. He was- oh, he was in that sort of mood. Oh, you could oblige.

"Talk you through it, sweetheart? Talk you through how Mama wants to see you come? I worked hard, I took your gun for you. Would have taken it all night for you but your thigh- You let Mama come on your thigh earlier, she doesn't have that many in her tonight." Your voice is practically a murmur but you know Elvis can hear you, can hear how you sound how your voice has an edge of neediness. "I need you to come so I can, sweetheart. You don't need to wait. The sooner you do it, the sooner we can clean up and we can go to sleep. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Us taking care of each other like that tonight. You did good tonight, just like I did. Come for Mama, Elvis, show me how much you appreciate me."

That does it, you asking him to show how much he appreciates you doing this, how much he appreciates you in his life. He comes with a groan, coating his hand and the towel he had put underneath him with his come. He doesn't say anything, doesn't have the energy to, his head lulling to the side a little as he watches you finally move the gun, finally allow it to press against your clit- rub against your clit in a way that has you shivering. You're close and you know that you could likely come without the penetration, you should come without it, but you decide at the last second to slide the gun barrel back inside you as you flutter around it, coming with a hiss because everything is so overwhelming that your throat can't even manage anything else. When you pull the gun out it's covered in your fluids, glistening in the light of the room. You look at the sheets and realize you might have squirted. A bit of shame twists in your gut at that, because this what what made you squirt? Fucking yourself on your boyfriend's gun? What kind of woman were you? Elvis still hasn't gotten up from the chair, his eyes lazily moving between you, the gun and the wet spot. His lips curl into a smirk.

"Ruined the sheets and my jumpsuit. Ain't you a menace to fabrics." He whispers as you stand up and move towards him. You stop and hold out your hand to pull him up from the chair. He eyes it and shakes his head. You keep it there until he takes it with a huff, stepping completely out of his pants as he does.

"I'm your menace, Elvis. Shower?" You hold his hand, linking your fingers together as you lead him to the bathroom.

"Then bed. Gonna let me lay on ya chest tonight?" He asks, pulling you closer to him, his arms wrapping around you like he's that teddy bear he sang about almost two decades ago.

"If it helps you sleep tonight, yeah." A pause. "Love you."

A low hum and a kiss to your temple is the only answer you get back. You'll take it for now.

[where-i-overanalyze]

Maka and Crona gay moment masterpost (part 2)

welcome back everyone. part 1 is here.

literally pain and nothing else

fellas, is it gay to threaten to kill your crush's mom in exchange for information of their whereabouts???

i feel like this definitely counts. when your friends know how much you care about one person that they immediately react to hearing bad news about that person is "oh man, they're gonna cry." kinda gay imo.

also, Maka literally sends re-brainwashed Crona into a panic. by Black☆Star and Tsubaki just mentioning Maka to them, they literally lose it and it messes with the brainwashing, experimentation, whatever it is that Medusa did to them so that by the time they've killed Medusa they can at least pull some of Maka's significance in their life out of the depths of the madness. UGH!!!! devastating,,,,,,

Maka trying to pinpoint Crona's soul wavelength?? her first instinct is to look for them as she remembers them, not what they've become. i'm emotional

the church

idk man, abandoning the order you fought for your whole life to make sure that you are able to spare and knock some sense into this person, who you know has been wrongfully manipulated??? these are kinda gay.

ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow

the head cradling, the reestablished connection, and once again, someone Maka is close to is like "yeah, Crona means a lot to Maka, so we've been making sure to keep believing in you too"

and would it truly be gay without tragedy??? without redemption and devotion and sacrifice??? without the lingering devastation that one has to live without the other for the rest of their life??? understanding that, while people may somewhat understand how they feel, they will never be able to share this specific experience with someone else??? the mourning, the memory, staring at a reminder every night of everything that happened and a promise that couldn't be kept while everyone moves on with their lives.

literally devastating. is it that poetic because that's because it's the way it was written and planned, or is it because i've become extremely attached to these characters??? that's up to interpretation (not really, i doubt Ohkubo would do what i wish this all meant)

now, happy anime things to make this nice at the end!!!!

misc. homosexual anime behavior

okay, yeah, each of these scenes didn't happen in this order, but it's still gay.

i tried to upload that as a gif, but it was Too Big. fellas, is it gay to have a montage of all your memories as you avenge them, and then the montage is apparently too long to become a gif because you have all these memories with them???

thanks for joining me. haven't done a long post in a bit and this one is Long. if there are any other gay moments i missed, let me know and i'll edit this post and add more of them (or maybe just a part 3, but i hate making "parts" so we'll see)

(edit 1: found a better translation for the panels from Chapter 112, so i replaced the previous panels!)

[1shirt2shirtredshirtdeadshirt]

I think I just broke my spouse by rewatching Star Trek Generations. Oops.

My spouse is now losing their sh*t in the funniest way possible because I've said I am rewatching Star Trek VII: Generations "for science". (I'm working on a fic and need to clear up a few things bc I haven't rewatched this in . . . Well . . . I haven't rewatched this.👀 There are strong opinions in this family about Generations.)

But my partner's visceral reaction to Generations has me:

Some quotes when they came down and found Generations playing on the TV (and bear in mind that we speak with a thick Irish sounding accent because it just adds to the whole experience for me):

*SO sees Generations credits starting*

SO: *Flatly* No. *Goes back upstairs, yells from up there* I am not watching that shite movie. Not even for science. I refuse. You'll be watching it alone.

Me: That's OK, it's why I'm watching it while you're at work. :) *Trying not to die withholding laughter*

***Silence for a while, then***

SO: Are you serious, man? *Comes back downstairs as if unable to believe their eyes, aghast at the credits, giving Bill Shatner a run for his money for dramatic flourish* Jesus Christ today . . .

Me:*Starts cackling*

SO: Yer f**king with me. Right? *Grinning* You ARE f**king with me aren't you?

Me: I'm watching it, be quiet!

SO: Well I'm not watching Generations. I won't be supporting this.

Me: Obviously, you're working. Go back to work!

SO: I can hear it and I don't know how I feel about that.

*Moments later, comes back down the stairs with betrayed glance, goes to fill coffee cup, comes back to sip and glare at the TV screen before looking at me in horror*

SO: Who are you?

*They kept finding excuses to keep popping in and out, offering salty commentary*

"OH SURE just leave the body there ya bald c*nt why not? You're beaming everything else on board . . ."

"OH SURE the CAT lives, meanwhile KIRK is under a ROCK PILE like a STREET DOG."

"Well go ahead then ya soulless t'ing. Just leave it there I guess, a dead body is worthless. Unless it's JIM KIRK!!! Do you know how far Spock had to travel to get that body?!"

"Love . . . I didn't fix your computer so you could put me through this G*d d*mn torture today." (My spouse just did over $400 worth of reformatting and data retrieval on my laptop on the same day I rewatched Generations.)

SO: *Coming back down AGAIN during work to see the ending credits* "I can't believe you did that alone. I won't congratulate you for that. . ."

"I'm insulted to watch these credits and know people willingly took part in this. Who took money for this? Who got paid to do this to me? I need to take my pants off, I'm too overheated . . ." *storming from the room while taking off pants*

- - My partner going on an actual tailspin when I tried to get them to rewatch Generations with me for the express purpose of plot points re: The Nexus for a fanfic. Then I put it on while they were at work and I think I broke them.🤣 Shiver-me-triggers, Cap'n.

This film destroys families and never should have been made confirmed.

P.S.: They are still going but the credits ended long ago:

"WHAT KIND OF MONSTER LEAVES BODIES THERE? YOU GONNA LEAVE JAMES T KIRK UNDER A PILE OF ROCKS? THE ROADKILL SPECIAL? WHO GOES TO WAR WITH COMRADES AND JUST -- YOU DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO LEAVE HIS BODY YOU HAVE BEAM TECHNOLOGY-"

P.P.S.: my family's favourite GIF to use when talking about Generations:

[darlingpwease]

You always catch me off guard because ur the first person to actually ever bring up what I've said in past convos like you do 😭

Yeah, I can see it. I don't think he'd be bratty right away, but maybe one day he accidentally gets too close to someone, he acts a little too friendly with them,, and it pisses you off so much that you had to give him a reminder that he was yours, not someone else's. It was the first time you acted like that with him, but he didn't expect to love it as much as he did. He loved it so much to the point where he actively seeks out doing things just so that you can treat him that way again,,, yeah I can def see it. Hey, if I am, I like to think it's at least surface level. /hj

I guess it's my charm??? /j /nsrs,, as long as it's not an actual block, then I guess I can deal with the gifs :VV

I... I have to admit that I have been having ideas like that with him recently "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა I feel like I've been caught red handed HAHA

Dove,, have i ever mentioned how amazing ur mind is?? It blows me away everytime.. famous!Yuuta who still got shy when people would compliment him and his works, even with how big he was,, he has heard of famous people having stalkers but he never had one himself,, or, well, that's what he thought until you came along. Stalker!reader that kidnapped him, you had memorized almost every word in all of his works, recorded every interview, took any photos with him in it as possible, and you worshiped him. Or priest!Yuuta, a man under God who hopes to help others anytime of day, when you first came to the confession booth to him, you were struggling. The more you came to him, the more closer you grew until the need to be next to one another seeped into your bones. He was a man if God, but when you whisper lovely words into his ears and kiss him so wonderfully, all he can think of is you being his God. You mentioned druid!Yuuta, but what about changeling!Yuuta?? Although he would hate to show you his face, what if you hate it? What if you never wanted to see him again?? What ever you'd like, what ever would make you stay with him, he is willing to be whoever you want him to be. Look however you want him to look, you just have to never leave him. His desperation looks pathetic, really. But when he's on his knees, begging for just one more time, how can you ever let him go??? Bird!hybrid!Yuuta who you stumbled upon one day, so pretty and so plaint among the others, you knew you had to keep him. Keep him in the prettiest cage, spoiling him to ur hearts content. When you kidnap take him home, he's oddly flattered, nobody has ever been this nice to him before... even when you tease him to the point of frustration, always caressing his back and under his wings despite knowing full well why you shouldn't do that, only to then fuck him lovingly until all the sexual frustration leaves him and all he can do is beg you to keep going,,,, my brain is rotting :((

Don't make me start wearing earmuffs, please :'// I feel like no area is target-safe now <//333 /t ...i... I tease... that I can't deny,,,

-panna cotta

babyboo, I get it, but in the real world, people call it "talking"</33 you know when you listen to what someone else is saying and produce it at a moment when they don't expect it to catch them off guard</333 and the fact that I can always re-read it in the text version only makes everything better hehehe I mean, mature panna cottas have to keep their word, and what will help you learn to keep your word more than me, who will constantly remember them? everything for my sweet bun<333 /t /j

yes!!! I just,,, I believe that one day he sees you being rude and wow, it's hot??? when you grab his face, or pinch him, or drag him with you, but Yuuta does not resist, blushing, not quite understanding what you want, but agreeing with everything you offer, being confused, but feeling that he should not bother you when the atmosphere around you is so tense,,, refuses to ask for forgiveness, although you can feel how fast his heart is beating and how he is trembling under you, intoxicated by the feeling of how passionately you manhandle him :((( ... 🤨huh... I'll write you down as not suspicious, but so far only with a pencil /t /j

to be honest, I was thinking about how you react to teasing Toge, and Yuuta, being greedy for attention, also wants you to look at him the same way you look at Toge, and at first everything is fine (you know, his attempts to annoy even cute), but then someone flirts with him and you you just click, because you keep thinking that he is doing it on purpose, and you want, well, not to "teach a lesson", but to do something, seeing his smiling face, even knowing that this is just his way of being polite</3333 after all, you're fine with him being naughty or playful, but you draw the line at flirting with others, okay? he deserves to have his brains pounded off during a rough fuck ://

I am glad that you are at least aware of your only weapon and the reason why I continue to hold you; such awareness would even be commendable if we did not talk about you, considering how you usually abuse my favoritism towards you🙄😒 /j /ht anons should be blocked only as a last resort, but I know blogs that can be blocked... /t /j /nsrs

I mean, it's not our fault that he's such an ideal material for dark content, okay? sometimes he just deserves to be locked in a cage, kidnapped and forced to be trained until he understands who he belongs to<333

such a huge brain,,,, thank you, it was a very beneficial exchange, now these ideas arE MINE— >:33333

1) famous!Yuuta whom you convince that you care about him, constantly pampering and cherishing, because you can't let him go outside, it's dangerous outside, and it's strange, — but it quickly calms him down; when you coo that he is even more beautiful than in the photos, and you promise that you will be gentle with him and do everything for him, trying to bring him interesting things and caring for him, and the fact that he is so calm bothers you,,, but it's not enough that you try to put something more serious on him than your collar,,,, in the end, he is so calm and behaves as you expected, even if he is clearly not so desperately resisting and not trying to convince you to let him go, gently stroking you when you put your head on his hips or snuggling up to you to the sounds of his favorite movie, hiding his face in your neck, causing your heart to explode from the closeness of your idol to you!!! is he real??? are you sure you will die if he continues to be so sweet!!!

2) Yuuta,,, Yuuta who tries to pray for salvation, for peace, for the Deity, — but his thoughts always come back to you, about you, as if the only thing his brain can think about is how you are now, with whom you are now, what you are doing, how you feel, do you care about yourself, do you think about the Deity, do you think about him, do you think about him as often and passionately as he thinks about you? When he eats, when he helps people, when he cares in the garden, when he prays, when he reads, when he looks into the clouds or waits for your arrival, zealously searching for a familiar face among the parishioners, and cannot restrain a feverishly blooming smile at the sight of you, hurrying to meet to offer his help. He is so gentle, so kind, so affectionate, a real priest, and they predict a great fate for him, unequivocally making it clear that "from above" they strongly recommend moving him up as quickly as possible, but he can only look for guilty kisses, blooming on his lips with intoxicating sweetness, hearing your whisper, purring prayers and asking him listen to your confession, let go of your sins, but Yuuta is sure that someone like you cannot have sins. You are so perfect — completely and in everything, and if they say that the 'Deity loves him', then he can't help but smile so widely and enthusiastically that others even want to tease him about it, not realizing that it's not about this wrong deity, but His own. Do you love him? He desperately wants to believe that You love him, that You want him, that You need him as much as he needs You, looking for You in the first and last rays of the sun, knowing that this is the only thing that matters while Your marks bloom on his body, like tiny flowers that You gave him, Your the most loyal and beloved follower,,,,, listen, but the setting of the "fantasy Middle Ages" where you are accused of blasphemy and demand your execution,,, and Yuuta literally goes crazy because he feels that his Deity wants to overthrow as a past deity once, and this makes him really believe that you are destined to lead a rotten church, while you can't help but think of him as a real divine son who came down to earth to save it and is now fighting for your life, even knowing everything about you???🤨🤨🤨 the demon!reader who constantly seduces Yuuta by seeping into his dreams, but Yuuta is sure that you are an angel and is ready to accept everything you are willing to offer, even after he sees your true appearance, completely becoming obsessive about you and demanding that you be with him forever no matter what, ready even to lead a religion if it means that you will you be with him</33333

3) a stranger of amazing beauty whom you meet in your favorite park, lonely and lost, and you can't pass by when you see his relieved and affectionate gaze, as if he absorbed all the purest tenderness of the world, looking at you with such love that for a moment you doubt how much his ignorance is real — but you can't think about for too long, as if enchanted by his beauty, which seems to you at the same time very familiar and unfamiliar (didn't you see him on the cover of a popular magazine?), and even his voice (definitely someone familiar...) is so affectionate and melodious, as if he is some kind of prince charming from a fairy tale, who unwittingly got into this world and is now trying to get back. but you weren't the type who fell in love with the first person you met, definitely not, — so you started dating a few months later, after many dates where your tastes and preferences turned out to be so similar that you couldn't help but feel a kindred spirit in him, even starting to be afraid of how perfect and adoring he was. how natural is it when a stranger you meet on the street turns out to be your ideal match and at the same time looks at you with such love, that you are sure — if it were material, you would drown in it, but even then he would put his life at risk but would save you, as if he didn't have no one more important than you, what bothers you even more when you find a magazine with him on the cover, and you can't get rid of a bad feeling, even when you think that it might be "his past hobby" — but then you break down and look for a song with an artist with a voice similar to him, vainly promising that if you don't find any, then close your eyes to this, only to realize that the voice of this performer is one in one voice of your partner. coincidence, right? just lucky, right? he's really like that, right? when he looks for your gaze, sitting on his knees in front of you, asking you to look at him, but seeing his fabulously beautiful, gentle face, you see the cover of a magazine, and hearing your name — the words of the song that you listened to until you started to throw up, only to convince yourself that these voices are completely different. listen, but when you manage to catch him changing his appearance, but forgets to change his voice? he is so desperately grabbing for you, begging you to listen to him, getting lost in explanations, crying, asking you not to leave him, promising that he will no longer deceive you, he will become anyone, he will become the one you want, he will be the most perfect for you, please don't leave him, please—

4) bird!Yuuta who turns out to be isolated from others, despite the fact that he is the first to catch your eye, as if begging you to take care of him and leave him alone, hiding from the eyes and looking like a frightened chick who is trying to teach flight by throwing out of the nest. He is thin, disheveled, gloomy and scared, shrinking into a ball and hiding in a corner, hiding head from others, but when you behave gently, he can't help but flinch before swallowing, not understanding what you want and when you stop, looking at you fearfully,,,, not at all as proud, royal and handsome as others, rather pinched and sad, but looking at you like wet eyes when you continue to caress him and talk gently, letting him get used to it, later looking for your presence so that you again compliment him and chat, giving the harpy a little affection that he greedily eats, almost demanding more with his hungry eyes,,,, and you, you just can't leave him, seeing how he becomes dependent on your love, sometimes even timidly following you, leaving the nest only to make sure that you are safe and will soon return to him — and this turns out to be a very convenient opportunity to take him with you, taking advantage of his trustfulness and relaxation next to by you, even if it hurts you no less that you can't be more willing. but he's a free bird, used to living outside, how can he agree to a cage? in the end, you have to show him why he should be with you and why, even in spite of the cage, he will be much happier than he is free. you give him the best food, beautiful things, a little freedom (not too far from you) and a lot of affection, spending all your time with him, even if at first he was timid, just not used to the new environment (even if you are sure that you heard his timid pleas not to give him to anyone), but later it's easy to get out on his own just to find you and lie down next to you, kissing you in your sleep, letting you clean his wings, stroking his soft belly, rubbing where no one is allowed before reminding him that if he needs something, he can ask you. when you gently caress his feathers while you ask him to lie down on his stomach so as not to damage them, even if you are clearly passionate not only about his wings, but he can't help but obey, whining that if you treat him like this, he can start laying eggs,,,,, listen, but when he becomes an end in itself a harpy that you've ever seen in your life after you lock him up with you, but he doesn't realize it at all, considering himself the same ugly bird, which is now too obsessive of his master and demands that you never get another hybrid and give it to anyone, and you don't want to tease him when his claws are so close to your neck;;; when he enthusiastically rides you, filling his soft belly, when you were not ready for this, since you decided to take off his chains and now he follows you around the house, even without looking out the window once again, calling you his heaven and swearing that the only place he will follow is everywhere behind you :(((

5) since this is a mermay for me, then merman!Yuuta who almost cries when you play with his slit for a long time, kissing his face and neck, stroking his tail, demanding that he does not let anyone in, not allowing his eggs to be fertilized and not fertilizing others, since you can be the only one with whom he has the right to have intimacy, — and even if the mermaids there is no concept of monogamy, Yuuta knows what it is among people, blindly agreeing, if only you would continue to finger his slit, soaking your fingers with his sticky juice, created to facilitate thrusts inside and fertilization of eggs, but you only tease him, giving him an orgasm with a feeling of emptiness inside, demanding that he repeat your words and swear that only you will be inside him, only you will be the parent of these babies,,,, when you are forced to be absent and Yuuta must not let anyone touch his swollen tail due to eggs, which seems very indecent inside society, but he always refuses the offer to relieve him of this discomfort, waiting for you to return and breed him, even if several months pass, and proposals for mating are already definitely received not only out of pity, but he can't help but be desperately obsessive about you, because he's not normal in any way at all, especially when it comes to you. when you return, as promised, and Yuuta's sluggish consciousness fixes and instantly realizes that it is you? That you're back? that the eggs inside him can finally be divorced? he pounces on you with such force that if it were a fight, you would be instantly killed, but inside it is so hot and wet that you don't really mind when he clamps you against a stone, desperately moving his tail, drooling when juice flows out of him, forcing you to stuff to the end and almost run into swollen eggs :((((

not okay as always tbh—

do you think they will help you? against my teeth? I, ah, I don't want to disappoint you, but if I chose a goal, then nothing will help the goal🤨🤨🤨 of course. who asked you to be so delicious, biteable and pretty??? It's your fault🙄😒 /t /j /nsrs I knew. I knew it. I'm, I'm going to bite yoUR THIGH— /hj

[seconds-not-decades]

Time and Chase

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem! OC

Author's Note: Hello and welcome. This is a major throwback but we are kicking off my TUA series of fics all the way from season one so that this story actually makes sense. Or about as much sense as it can be. I will be posting daily. *Please note that I am well aware that Elliot Page portrays Viktor, but due to season one being before his transition, that is why his character is still Vanya. I am not deadnaming him and I sincerely hope I don't come across as such. I will transition when I write season three.*

Warnings: Really long post, mentions of kidnapping, death, and cursing.

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*Gif credits to its original source/creator*

Run Boy Run

~ * ~

On the first day of October, 1989, forty-three women around the world simultaneously gave birth. None of the women showed any prior signs of pregnancy. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and playboy adventurer, made it his personal mission to find and adopt as many of these children as possible.

He got seven of them.

~ * ~

"During extreme weather conditions, a climber must possess the wisdom to determine..." the recorded voice of Herr Carlson filled the air.

A bell rang, signaling it was time for breakfast.

"…When evacuation is inevitable."

The seven Hargreeves children gathered and stood around the table, respectfully waiting for Sir Reginald Hargreeves.

"A controlled alpine descent begins with the girding of one's loins and the anchoring of the climbing rope to one's enemy, the mountain. The Dülfersitz rappel is the preferred method for descent when rope is the only available tool, but must be regarded as a last resort. Begin by looping the rope…"

Sir Reginald came in. "Sit."

Everyone assumed their seats and began eating as Herr Carlson continued talking.

"A screen anchor must be used if the rope is to be successfully retrieved from the face of the mountain. Tightly knot the ends of the rope. Once anchored, thread the doubled rope through the legs, front to back, and around the buttocks. It is of utmost importance that the rope be drawn under the gluteal muscles, not through the crevice between the gluteus. Proceed by holding the rope diagonally…"

Five, fed up with the prospect of being denied his abilities, aggressively stabbed his butter knife into the table. That caused everyone to look at him.

"Number Five?" Sir Reginald passively acknowledged the boy.

"I have a question," Five almost bit out.

"Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during mealtimes. You are interrupting Herr Carlson," Reginald dismissed him as the record continued playing.

"I want to time travel," Five continued relentlessly, shoving his plate aside.

"No."

"But I'm ready. I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said," Five pushed back from the table and stood up. He blinked from his seat to Sir Reginald's side. "See?"

However, Sir Reginald remained unfazed. "A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn."

"Well, I don't get it," Five retorted coldly.

"Hence the reason you're not ready," Sir Reginald pointed out.

He glanced at Vanya, who shook her head at him. But he didn't care.

"I'm not afraid," he pushed on.

"Fear isn't the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable. Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore," Sir Reginald ordered.

Five was frustrated and angry now. He KNEW he could do it. Screw Sir Reginald! He was SO over it.

And with that, Five stormed out.

"Number Five! You haven't been excused! Come back here!" Sir Reginald called after him.

Five slammed the front door shut and shoved the gates open, starting to storm down the sidewalk. He looked around before jumping through time. Instantly, his surroundings became more vibrant and warm. It felt like summer to him.

"Not ready my ass," Five sneered before he jumped again.

This time, his surroundings became more blue and cold. It was definitely wintertime. He jumped once more, though this time he landed himself in a time and place he never imagined.

He halted in his steps, looking around in horror at the fire and rubble. He looked around in shock, wondering what he did. He started running back to where the remains of his home once stood.

"Vanya! Ben! Dad! Anyone!" Five called out desperately. He clenched his fists and tried to jump back in time, but his power failed and all that he was able to conjure were weak orbs of blue light. "Come on! Shit!" he cried.

He looked around hopelessly, falling to his knees in grief and regret.

~ * ~

Five years.

It's been FIVE years since Karina Valor was kidnapped from boarding school and forced to work at The Commission in their briefcase division. She was only doing this for her mother. She was only doing this for the one person in the world whom she loved and had left to hold onto.

Karina despised The Handler. She hated that The Handler not only stole her from her life, she manipulated and forced her into another life she never asked for. The Handler heard of her amazing intelligence in the world of technology and wanted to recruit her. But, when Karina never gave a clear answer, The Handler took things into her own hands. She decided to make the young girl see and understand what she was in store for.

Karina fell asleep in her dorm room and woke up in a hotel room that could pass for a historic museum. And that was when her life began to actually fall apart. Faced with accepting a contract in order to protect and save her mother, or being stranded in a timeline not her own, she grudgingly signed her ten years away. Not like she was given a fair choice.

However, The Handler seriously underestimated her. Karina found out she was put in the perfect division for her technology skills. She would work hard all day and play strategically at night: building her own personal briefcase to send her home.

After her eighteenth birthday had passed, she jumped out at the first opportunity. Little did she know of her calculation error that landed her ten days after March 24th, 2019. She landed in a complete and utter wasteland. A world destroyed and shown no mercy to whoever inhabited it. Worst of all, her briefcase had a malfunction and didn't have enough power to help her escape.

"Oh my God, what have I done? No! No no no! No! NO!" Karina screamed as she raced around. "No! Mom! Mom! Mother! Mamma!" she cried out for her. "Anyone, answer me, PLEASE!"

In a hysteric fit, she ran around trying to find a survivor.

She barely recognized her hometown. Nor did she know if she was even IN her hometown. Once she stumbled upon her beloved bookstore, she noticed the familiar hand beneath a slab of broken concrete. Though beads were missing, Karina couldn't mistaken the unique sage, brown, and ivory bracelet her mom always wore. She looked a little further to see her dead mother's face peeking out from underneath.

The cruel realization that her home and her mother were gone, sent her to her knees. She screamed and cried, wishing she had just stayed at The Commission.

Her mistake cost her her entire world.

About a block down the road, eighteen year old Five Hargreeves finished packing up the red wagon he used for luggage so he could set out for someplace better to live. His head shot up when he heard the distant sound of screams and sobs. He looked at his companion, Delores.

"Did you hear that, Delores?" he asked the mannequin with a frown.

Delores was quiet, of course.

"How can you be so sure? There's NO way someone else could have survived this shit," he continued in disbelief.

Another scream that was filled with so much pain and agony pierced the air, making Five feel desperate now. He didn't want to think he was hearing things. Delores had been a faithful friend, but he craved human contact that were more than just dead bodies.

Five began walking to the source of the commotion. He got closer, shocked to the core to see a girl around his age having a complete and utter breakdown. He felt bad for her.

"Who are you?" Five spoke up once he tentatively reached the stranger.

Karina jumped and picked up a random rock, about to throw it at him. "Who are you?! What do you want from me?!"

"Hey! Whoa! Put that down! I'm not going to hurt you unless you throw that at me. Then we're going to have a major problem," he remarked.

"I asked you a question. Who are you?" Karina was shaking now, fearful that The Commission had come after her.

"Calm down, I'm not here to hurt you. I'm Five Hargreeves. That being said, will you please put that down?"

She frowned from his odd name, but nevertheless she dropped the rock.

"Thanks. Now, I asked YOU a question. Granted the same one."

Karina swallowed hard. She wasn't ready for him to find out. After all, she just met the boy. The oddly familiar, yet tragically handsome boy.

"Hargreeves…? Wait. I recognize the surname. Y-You're with the Umbrella Academy," Karina slightly stammered out.

Five's eyes widened. "You know about us? How?"

"I was born a few months before you all. I grew up hearing about the Academy."

"I see. Nice to know that you know me. That being said, I still don't know who YOU are."

"Sorry. Um…I'm Karina Valor…" she drew out.

"Karina? Pretty name. How long have you been here?" he wanted to know.

She glanced around, biting her lip.

"If you're afraid I'll tell someone, rest assured that won't happen. Only other person here is Delores, but she is fantastic at keeping secrets," Five told her.

"Delores…?" Karina frowned.

Five pointed to the mannequin and Karina just pursed her lips. She nodded, wondering how long HE had been stuck here.

"Okay. Um…nice to meet you, Delores."

Five faintly smiled. "Now that we are all acquainted, how exactly did you get here?"

Karina released a slow breath and decided it was best to just start from the beginning. Little did they both know just how much they had in common until they were both spilling their life stories.

~ * ~

Present Day

"We survived on scraps. Canned food, cockroaches, anything we could find," Five finished their story. He chuckled bitterly.

"You know that rumor that Twinkies have an endless shelf life?" Karina spoke.

"Well, it's total bullshit," Five scoffed.

"I can't even imagine," Vanya softly returned.

"You do whatever it takes to survive, or you die. So we adapted. Whatever the world threw at us, we found a way to overcome it. Even got married after ten years of…being a couple," Five continued.

"Married in the apocalypse?" Vanya echoed.

Karina lifted a shoulder. "Five found some rings, we exchanged some made up vows, and sealed it with a kiss."

"You got anything stronger?" Five acknowledged the cup of coffee in his hand that Vanya gave him.

Karina eyed him sideways, but she rolled her eyes. Vanya got up and started pouring some glasses of whiskey before giving them to the couple. She was watching them, rather speechless. Five noticed, huffing out a breath.

"You think we're crazy," Five remarked.

"No," she stammered. "It's just…it's a lot to take in."

"Exactly what don't you understand?" Five tightly questioned, causing Karina to nudge him with a warning look.

"Why didn't you just time travel back?" Vanya wanted to know.

Five scoffed, blowing out a breath in exasperation. "Ooh, gee, wish I'd thought of that. Time travel is a crapshoot. I went into the ice and never acorn-ed. You think I didn't try everything to get back to my family and try everything to get Rina back to her mother?"

"If you both grew old there, you know, in the apocalypse, how come you two still look like kids?" Vanya questioned.

"I told you already," Five scoffed and stalked past Vanya to the bottle of liquor. "I must have got the equations wrong." He shot Karina an apologetic glance.

"I mean, Dad always used to say that…" Vanya began as he poured himself another drink. "…Time travel could mess up your mind. Well, maybe that's what's happening?" she tentatively spoke as he took a sip.

Five shook his head. "This was a mistake." He set down the glass and walked past Vanya to grab his blazer. "You're too young…too naive to understand," he talked over his sister.

"No. Five…" Vanya called after him.

"Five, wait," Karina spoke up, gently placing her hand on his shoulder before he opened the door. He stopped when he felt her presence and turned to face Vanya as she continued to talk.

"I haven't seen you in a long time, and I don't want to lose you again. And, honestly, I'd love to get to know my sister-in-law a little more," she told them. "That's all. And you know what, it's getting late, and…I have lessons early, and I need to sleep, and I'm sure you both do, too. Here. I can take the couch and you both can have the bed," she adjusted the pillow and blanket on the couch. "If you two need any snacks or a shower, feel free to get one whenever you want. We'll talk in the morning again. Okay? I promise. Night." She went past the couple to grab her things and prep the bed.

"Night," Five returned, glancing at Karina reassuringly.

Once Vanya cleared her bed, the two of them went in and tried to settle down for the night. Five was perched on the edge, looking at the eyeball thoughtfully.

"The eye again?" Karina sighed.

He looked up at her. "It's the first clue as to how to stop the apocalypse, Rina."

"I know, but you heard what Vanya said. You need sleep."

"I need answers."

"You aren't going to be of much help to yourself if you're exhausted."

Five sighed in frustration. "I know that."

"Knowing is not the same as doing," Karina remarked before she slipped into bed, turning so that her back faced him.

Five winced slightly from the motion.

Ouch he thought, but he knew deep down he probably deserved it.

He sighed and eventually put the eyeball away. He looked back to see that Karina was already asleep, which relieved him. He was glad she was getting the rest she needed. He eyed a pen and pad of paper on the bedside table and grabbed it, scribbling a note down for her to find when she woke up.

Five got up, tucking the blanket over Karina a bit more.

"See you in the morning, Rina," he kissed her forehead and quietly left the room.

Vanya was in the bathroom, giving Five the luxury of easily slipping out without being noticed.

~ * ~

The next morning, Karina woke up to an empty bed. Though she could say she was used to it in a way. She sighed, rubbing her eyes and glancing over at the clock to see the time. What she didn't expect was a written note. She snatched it and read it before she loudly groaned.

"Good Lord, Five, why are you like this?" she got up and quickly made the bed.

Breakfast would have to wait. Karina quickly grabbed a shower before she quietly ducked out, since Vanya was still asleep on the couch.

Karina rushed off to the prosthetics building and found Five waiting in the lobby, looking fresh in yet another uniform.

"I see you got my note," he spoke as she walked over.

"Yeah, well, the empty bed gave me enough of an idea," she remarked.

"Sorry. I'll sleep better after knowing we'll solve this," he returned.

He looked around impatiently before a doctor, Lance Biggs, came out and looked at them in confusion.

"Uh, can I help you two?" he paused, wondering why two teenagers were in his lobby.

Five turned around. "I need to know who this belongs to," he held up the eyeball and strolled over to him.

"Where did you get that?" Lance wanted to know.

"What do you care?" Five scoffed and Karina cleared her throat at him, seeing the almost disturbed look Lance was giving him. "I…I found it…at a playground, actually. Uh, must have just…" Five clicked tongue dramatically. "…Popped out." He smirked.

"He wants return it to its rightful owner," Karina added sweetly, stroking the back of Five's neck which he found rather soothing.

"Oh…what a thoughtful young man he is," the receptionist cooed.

"Yeah. Look up the name for me, will ya?" Five glanced at her.

"Uh, I'm sorry, but patient records are strictly confidential. That means I can't tell you…" Lance began.

"Yeah, I know what it means," Five cut him off.

"But I'll tell you what I can do. I will take the eye off your hands and return it to the owner. I'm sure he or she will be very grateful, so if I can just…" Lance pointed to it.

"Yeah, you're not touching this eye," Five hissed dangerously.

Here we go Karina thought.

"Now, you listen here, young man…" Lance started but Five aggressively grabbed him by the lapels of his coat and pulled him down to his level. Lance grunted.

"No! You listen to me, asshоlе," Five bit out through clenched teeth. "I've come a long way for this, through some shit your pea brain couldn't even comprehend, so just give me the information I need, and I'll be on my merry way. And if you call me "young man" one more time, I'm gonna put your head through that damn wall."

"Oh, dear," both Karina and the receptionist cringed.

"Call security," Lance loudly whispered to the receptionist.

"Yeah," she softly returned, quickly dialing on the phone.

Five glared at her and at Lance before roughly releasing him. He rolled his eyes and walked off.

"So sorry about that…" Karina apologized to them before hurrying after Five.

~ * ~

Vanya was still on the search for Five and quite frankly Karina as well after they left her apartment without notice, so she decided to see if they were at the Academy.

"Five? Karina?" Vanya called out. "Are you two upstairs?" She climbed the staircase and headed down the hall. "Five?" she tried again. She sighed when she got to the door and saw them. "Oh, thank God. I was worried sick about you both."

Karina was laying on the bed and Five was staring out the window.

"Sorry we left without saying goodbye," Five turned to face his sister.

"No, look, I'm the one that should be sorry. Yeah, I was dismissive, and…I…I guess I didn't know how to process what you both were saying," Vanya stepped into the room as he walked over to her. "And I still can't, to be honest."

"Maybe you were right to be dismissive," Five told her before he scoffed and sat down next to Karina. "Maybe it wasn't real after all. It felt real." He sighed. "Well…like you said, the old man did say time travel could contaminate the mind."

"Then maybe I'm not the right person for you to be talking to," Vanya returned. "Look, I used to see someone. A therapist. I could give you her information. Maybe you and Karina could see her."

"Thanks, but…I think we're just gonna get some rest," Five sighed. "It's been a long time since I've had a good sleep and I know Rina's tired of an empty bed." He glanced at her and she softly smiled in return.

"Okay," Vanya sighed and left the room.

Karina sat up as Five went over to check and make sure Vanya was gone.

From within the wardrobe, a few items clattered and Klaus suddenly stumbled out. "That's so…" He gasped. "…Touching, all that stuff about family and Dad and time and your little wifey. Wow!" He strolled into the room.

"Would you shut up? She'll hear you!" Five hissed.

"I'm moist," Klaus announced unceremoniously, causing Karina to sigh heavily.

"I told you to put on something professional," Five acknowledged Klaus's wacky choice of clothing.

"What? This is my nicest outfit," Klaus defended himself.

Five sighed in exasperation, shaking his head. "We'll raid the old man's closet." He went to help Karina to her feet and left the room with her in tow.

"Whatever. As long as I get paid," Klaus followed the pair out.

"When the job is done," Five retorted.

"Okay, but just so we're clear on the finer details," Klaus began, making Five and Karina turn to look at him. "I just gotta go into this place and pretend to be your dear old dad, correct? And Karina is your…little girlfriend?"

"Yeah. Something like that," Karina shrugged, causing Five to look at her with a scrunched up face. "Don't give me that. Saying we're married would just raise more questions, doll."

"What's our cover story?" Klaus eagerly wanted to know.

"What?" Karina eyed him.

"What are you talking about?" Five really didn't like where this was headed, knowing his brother's taste for theatrics.

"I mean, was I really young when I had you? Like, 16? Like, young and…terribly misguided?" Klaus began to ramble.

"Sure," Five feigned an eye roll.

"Your mother, that slսt," Klaus continued. "Whoever she was. We met at…the disco." Klaus chuckled and the couple slowly nodded. "Okay? Remember that." Klaus snapped his fingers. "Oh, my God, the sеx was amazing."

"What a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain," Five cut in, tucking Karina's hand into the crook of his arm and leading her off.

"Don't make me put you in time-out! I haven't even started on Karina yet!" Klaus chased after them.

"Please don't!" both of them told him in unison.

~ * ~

All thanks to adult supervision, Five actually made it into Lance's office this time. Klaus and Karina were sitting across from Lance. Five was standing up, about ready to throw hands.

"Like I said to your son earlier, any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential. Without the client's consent, I simply can't help you," Lance finished explaining.

"Well, we can't get consent if you don't give us a name," Five seethed in frustration.

"Well, that's not my problem. Sorry. Now, there's really nothing more I can do, so…" Lance was about to continue but Klaus glanced around.

"And what about my consent?" Klaus interrupted him.

"Excuse me?" Lance blinked.

"Who gave you permission…" Klaus started to fake cry, causing Five to look at him in confusion. "…To lay your hands…on my son and his girlfriend?" Klaus pointed at Five and Karina.

"What?" Lance, Five, and Karina questioned in unison.

"You heard me," Klaus remarked.

"I didn't touch your son or his girlfriend," Lance cautiously told him.

"Oh, really? Well, then how did he get that swollen lip, then, and how did she get that bruise on her cheek?" Klaus continued.

"He doesn't have a swollen-" Lance didn't get to finish before Klaus got up and hit Five across the face.

Five grunted and Klaus gave Karina an apologetic glance before slapping her. She yelped as Lance jumped and inhaled sharply.

"I want it. Name, please. Now," Klaus leaned towards Lance. Five and Karina were holding their faces, shooting glares at the séance.

"You're crazy," Lance commented.

Klaus chuckled. "You got no idea." He eyed a snow globe on his desk and picked it up. "'Peace on Earth'. That's so sweet!" He suddenly smashed the snow globe onto his forehead, making Lance jump in shock as Five and Karina leapt back, staring at him in confused horror. Klaus groaned. "God, that hurt!" he yelled.

"I'm calling secur-" Lance swept the phone up, but Klaus seized it from him with a grunt. "What are you doing?" Lance demanded.

"There's been an assault…in Mr. Bigg's office, and we need security, now. Schnell!" Klaus mockingly demanded before slamming down the receiver. He groaned painfully. "Now, here's what's gonna happen, Grant."

"It's…Lance."

"In about 60 seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they're gonna see a whole lot of blood, and they're gonna wonder, "What the hell happened?" And we're gonna tell them that you…" Klaus began to whimper, "Beat the shit out of us." He sobbed dramatically, and then sighed, grinning. "You're gonna do great in prison, Grant. Trust me, I've been there. Little piece of chicken like you. Oh, my God, you're gonna get passed around like a-" He cleared his throat. "You're just…You're gonna do great. That's all I'm saying."

"Jesus, you are a real sick bastard," Lance drew out.

"Thank you," Klaus spit out a shard of glass, which clinked when it landed on the floor.

Five smirked triumphantly and Karina just held back an eye roll, wanting nothing more than a pack of ice for her still stinging cheek. For a guy like Klaus, she was shocked from how hard he could hit.

The three followed Lance to a file cabinet and he started to shift through the folders, pulling one out.

"Oh, that's strange," Lance frowned.

"What?" Five questioned.

"Uh, the eye. It hasn't been purchased by a client yet," Lance replied as Klaus jumped down to his side.

"What? What do you mean?" Klaus wanted to know.

"Well, uh, our logs say that the eye with that serial number…this can't be right. It hasn't even been manufactured yet," Lance looked up at Five in confusion. "Where did you get that eye?"

Five shook his head in resignation and soon the three were leaving the building.

"Well, this is not good," Five sighed.

"I was pretty good, though, right? 'Yeah. What about my consent, bitch?'" Klaus boasted with a chuckle.

"Klaus, it doesn't matter," Karina felt like she was about to experience a massive headache.

"What? What? What's the big deal with this eye, anyway?" Klaus waved it off.

"There is someone out there who's going to lose an eye in the next seven days. They're gonna bring about the end of life on this Earth as we know it," Five walked past him, taking Karina with him.

"Yeah, can I get that 20 bucks, like, now, or what?" Klaus turned to watch them.

"Your 20 bucks?" Five looked at him incredulously.

"Yeah, my 20 bucks."

"The apocalypse is coming, and all you can think about is getting high?" Five ranted.

"Well, I'm also quite hungry. Tummy's a-rumblin'," he imitated a stomach growl.

Five shook his head in disbelief. "You're useless. You're all useless!" He eyed Karina immediately. "Not you, by the way."

She just flashed him a scrunched up, slightly sarcastic smile as Five went to sit down on the steps.

"Oh, come on. You need to lighten up, old man," Klaus paused, before he suddenly realized something. "Hey, you know, I've just now realized why you're so uptight. You must be hоrny as hell!" He laughed, plopping down next to the couple. "All those years, just the two of you. It's gotta screw with your heads! Speaking of screw! Have you two ever…?"

"Continue that question and I'll make sure that snow globe wasn't the only thing smashed over your head," Karina threatened casually, causing Klaus to scoot away from her.

"Feisty little girl. How long have you two…been a thing?"

"We've been together for over 30 years," Five softly smiled.

"Thirty years? Oh, wow!" Klaus chuckled. "God, the longest I've been with someone was…I don't know, three weeks. And that's only because I was so tired of looking for a place to sleep."

Whilst Klaus was rambling, Five took Karina's hand into his arm and blinked the two out of there.

"He did make the most fantastic osso buco, though. It was…" Klaus turned to see that he was alone. "Five? Karina?"

The couple reappeared in the back of a driving taxi and the poor driver jumped with a gasp.

"Don't stop. Just keep going," Five told him as he drove past where Klaus was.

Klaus saw them and shot to his feet. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, what about my money?" he shouted as Five waved to him.

~ * ~

The day got much worse. It was just another night. And there was just another shoot out in which Five barely made it out alive. This time he got caught at a department store.

The Academy was almost as dark as it was outside as Five quietly made his way up the stairs. First an apocalypse to stop, now two of the best assassins were after him and he nearly got himself killed trying to rescue a friend from a store. When would it ever end?

Allison and Luther were deep in discussion when they saw their brother make his way up the stairs.

"Five? What the hell happened to you?" Allison became worried when she saw his rather depressing expression.

"Are you okay? Can we help?" Luther reached out for him, but Five coldly caught his hand.

"There's nothing you can do. There's nothing any of you can do," Five retorted, looking up at them solemnly. "Where's Rina?"

"She's asleep in your room. She was awake not too long ago, but she said she got tired of waiting for you," Allison responded softly.

Five just nodded, continuing on his way. He went upstairs and slipped into his room, looming over the horrible memories of seeing his siblings dead amidst the rubble of the apocalypse.

He sank down on the bed where Karina was peacefully asleep and he gazed down at her, gently brushing some hair out of her face.

"Hazel and Cha-Cha found me. But I won't let them get to you. I swear," he quietly told her.

He sat next to her, mindlessly playing with her hair as he once more sank into the memories of him running around, finding the bodies of his family.

~ * ~

[thiscrimsonsoul]

damn, sorry about what happened :( at times it feels like the universe is against you, yeah, ik how you feel. or... you start recovering from a traumatic event and then start getting inconveniences everywhere. sucks! but i don't think you've lost your headcanons, aren't they posted on your blogs with the tag '#headcanons'? same with the icons you already posted on some threads, and i thought you could add a gif to a post simply by adding a pre-existing gif. (i don't rp so it might be different.)

{out of paprikash} Under the cut in case people don't want to read my rants, haha.

I have some of my headcanons linked in my directory on my blog, yeah, but I didn't even necessarily mean for Wanda. Like, for one of my other muses, I was in the process of writing out a very long (15 pages and counting in Word) AU for him, and me and a friend had discussed a lot of headcanons in DMs, since we came up with the AU jointly. I had gone back through our conversations and saved a lot of those headcanons just in a Word file so I would remember them to put them into the AU I was writing, and now that file has been lost. So I know that there were things I wanted to add to, change, update, etc. in that AU file, but now I don't remember what they were. I'd either have to go through six months of messages to find all those headcanons again, or just try to remember what they were, and my memory is not great due to meds. I also have a lot of headcanons written down in files that don't necessarily get posted on this site, like things I discuss with friends who aren't on this site or little oneshots I write to explore a character's feelings on a certain subject, and things like that. I store all that in files so I can refer to it later, and anything I did in the last six months was lost. I could use the headcanons tag and sit down one night and go through stuff, but that's a daunting task to do since i have a lot of blogs, heh. With work as it is right now, I don't have the time to devote to doing that.

As far as icons, yeah I guess I can go through all my blogs, back through six months of stuff, and save all the icons that I made myself in that time, but honestly... call me lazy or busy or whatever, but I just don't have the time to do that for like ten blogs. And recently I made like 50 icons for one of my characters but I think I've only used maybe 5 of them so far in threads, so all the others were lost. And my backup computer can't even run the graphic editing program that I used to make them, so... re-making them is going to be difficult at the moment.

And with gifs, there are some that I had recently saved, specifically looking for ones that their creators were okay with people using, making sure I don't steal anybody's stuff, for several of my muses. It took a while, hours, visiting various sites and searching for specific moments that I really wanted, and so they aren't always gifs that I can get through the gif function in posts on this site (which honestly really sucks and half the time it's so glitchy I can't even get it to work). Most often when I search for a gif on site, I get nothing I'm looking for, heh.

For all my muses, I make a folder, icons, info files, and I save things like the avatars, the backgrounds, and other things I used for their blog. I don't use themes, but everything you'd need for a blog theme I save in there, heh. I create it piecemeal myself, it's easier. Some of my newer muses lost a lot of that startup structure because six months ago I had just started setting them up. One of my muses I wasn't writing six months ago, so her entire folder got lost. Anything that wasn't posted on my blogs that I was storing offline was lost.

It's also just disorienting for me. I archive and organize everything, because otherwise I get overwhelmed with stuff. Having everything neatly organized and updated regularly keeps me sane. And now I'm dealing with a six-months-old version of everything, I'm reaching for files that aren't there, wanting to play songs that are no longer downloaded, looking for pictures that don't exist anymore, trying to figure out what did I lose and what didn't I lose... It's just very disorienting to my mental headspace. My perfectionist and micromanaging self is very irritated with the fact that I had everything all neat and updated and now everything is suspect, questionable quality, incomplete, unfinished, missing things, or gone entirely. So yes, there are some things that I can get back, but even having to go back and suss out what I need and where I can get it back from is incredibly draining and frustrating. I'm not a person who organizes well unless there's a solid system, heh, and when the system gets disrupted, it's like "404: brain cannot be found," haha.

But yeah, you're right, I can get back SOME things. But those pictures of my pets and family? Nope. Some songs I had downloaded that I don't quite remember the artist or title for so I can't look them up again? Likely to be forgotten. And all the writing and editing I did for books and fanfics I was working on? That's lost too, and I don't post that anywhere, it's only on my computer, so there isn't a place I can go to recover that.

It is what it is, I have to just move on from here. I'm just going to be a little bit mentally out of sorts for a while until I can redo or do without what was lost. The bigger problem right now is buying and setting up a new computer, because that is a lot of time and money I just don't have right now, but I don't have a choice at this point. My job depends on me having a reliable computer, so yeah.

Thank you for the message, though. I'll be okay, I'm just in shock right now heh. My entire storage on my computer is just... gone. For a writer as prolific with making files as I am, it's very jarring. I'm like a fish out of water without all my shit, haha, but I'll be okay.

[scarletwinterxx]

loving you is easy - mark lee imagine

hiiiii, 127 cb i have been summoned😅 for the past few weeks i've been inactive on all socmeds, sorry for the very few and slow posts. anyways, let's talk Fact Check haha what's your fave track? i think mine's Parade. the vocals in that one is soooo good.

So yeah i hope you like this one, i'll be back when I can💛🌻

if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

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"It's one plane ride away, I'll be there in 3 months"

"That's 3 months too long" he grumbles, still pouting as he zips the last of his luggage. Mark hated being away for you, too many days and nights your time zone's don't line up. By the time it's morning for you, he'll be saying goodnight.

But now, things are about to change. This will be the last time you're saying goodbye to him for a long time but he doesn't know that. For now it's your little secret.

"It'll fly by fast, just like every other time. Now come here and give me cuddles, stop pouting like a kid" you tease him, opening your arms to welcome him.

Feeling his arms go around you, you further confirmed a fact you've known for years. The two of you can be continents away from each other, but your heart will always stay with one another. Mark really has become your home and in his arms are where you feel the safest and most loved.

"If you're sad then it's gonna make me sad, I don't want the last night to be all tears" you tell him, feeling his embrace tighten against you. He kisses the top of your head a few times before letting you go.

"You're right, sorry. No more sulking, it's just 3 months then you'll come to me" he smiles at you, the cute little dimple you love so much appearing on his cheek. You stand on your tiptoe to kiss it, savoring the warmth of him against your lips.

And you were right, the 3 months did fly by fast. Mainly because you were busy packing your apartment to move to another continent. You didn't keep much apart from your stuff and some of Mark's. It's kind of hard to travel with everything so you got rid of what you can.

The only person who knew you were coming was Johnny, who is currently waiting for you at the airport. Easily spotting the 6 foot Chicago guy from a distance.

"There she is! About time you got here, I don't think I can take another day of Mark whining about how much he misses you" he jokes, giving you a quick hug and taking your stuff to carry it himself.

"He doesn't know I'm coming, I'm suppose to fly out this weekend" you tell him while following behind

"Oh believe me I know, he won't let us forget"

You chuckle at his story, just thinking about surprising Mark makes you grin.

He dropped you off at Mark's apartment, you're familiar with the place since you've stayed here every time you fly over. What he doesn't know is you're here to stay with him for good.

It did took a lot of courage to make this decision but you didn't doubt it for a second. You know there's no other place you'd rather call home than where he is.

For a couple of hours you rested, cleaned the few dishes on the sink and picked up the towel he threw on the floor. A habit you knew he had, you've had that talk with him more than a few times and he always promises he won't do it again. You let him off the hook, for now.

You were in the bedroom when you hear someone by the door. Mark entered his place, tired from the whole day of work to notice the other pair of shoes by the door.

He threw his bag by the couch, along with his coat. He then walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, resting against the counter while he drinks and take a moment to look around.

This time he notices the dishes he was suppose to do this morning was gone. He brushed it off thinking he must've just forgotten he already did it. He then walked to the bedroom, the first thing he noticed was the towel that he definitely threw by the bed this morning. He remembers it because he's been thinking about it all day and how you'll be mad if you found out he threw it on the floor yet again.

He looks around, checking to see anything missing or different just in case someone broke in. But who would clean up if they're here to steal, he thoughts.

Mark then walks towards the bathroom to check, nothing there too so he walks back the bedroom. Just when he was about to go outside, you jumped out of your hiding spot to surprise him

"SURPRISE!"

"WHAT THE F- OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE" you didn't even get the chance to walk towards him because he's already running to you. Picking you up in an embrace.

"Is this for real or am I dreaming?" you hear him mumble

You giggle, patting him on the back so he could put you down. "This is real silly. I'm really here" you tell him.

He grabs you by the face and kisses you. As his lips lands on yours, he knew this was really real. You're actually here with him.

You can feel him smile against your lips, tilting your head to the side to kiss him deeper. Too many days wish he was with you, now he's here and you're not going to let go that easily.

He walks backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed. Landing on it gently with you still in his arms. You straddle his legs while the two of you get lost in each others kisses.

"Okay okay wait a sec" you giggle, pushing your lover away gently. Mark follows your lips though, kissing you a few more times before he lets you go but not too far.

"When did you get here?" he asks you

"Today, Johnny picked me up at the airport so I could surprise you" you tell him, your hands intertwine around his shoulders.

"I could've come and pick you up" he pouts.

Oh your sweet sweet boy.

You smile at him, rubbing your nose against his. Feeling like you're on cloud nine now that you're back together.

"Then it wouldn't be a surprise" you tell him, speaking of surprise you can't wait to see his reaction once you tell him your news.

"How long are you staying? I can take a few days off so we can go out" he tells you excitedly.

For you he would do just about anything. He can put his world on pause, stop everything for you.

"About that..."

"What? You can't stay that long?" he asks, already feeling sad but he tries not to let you see it.

"Actually, I'm not gonna go back" you tell him, not sure how to break the news to him either

"Huh?"

"Surprise number 2 I guess, I wanted to tell you for months now but I waited until everything is settled. So yeah. I'm here to stay, that is if you're looking for a roommate?" you ask

Mark didn't say anything for a couple of seconds, your words still processing in his mind.

"You mean you're staying here, with me ? Here? and you're not going to fly back? You're staying with me?"

You can't help but laugh lightly at him, pulling him closer once again to kiss him

"I'm gonna stay right here" you whisper, looking straight into his eyes.

"But what about your work? your friends? I can't ask you to leave your life there"

"Baby you're not asking me, I want to. I have friends here too, I can call my friends there and we can visit them. Plus you're my bestfriend. As for work, it just so happened they were looking for someone to relocate here to Korea. It was like fate wanted me to be here"

"Are you sure? I don't want you to give up everything, I don't mind the flights-"

"You do, I do. We both do. We just never said it outloud because we didn't want to be sad, but all I can think of when you're not around is how much I want to be with you. To be honest it's harder for me to be there than moving here where I know I could be with you"

He looks at you, trying to find the words to say

"Are you really really sure?" he asks again

"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't. So you're stuck with me, for good" you tease a smile out of him

"It's hard for me too. It's the hardest when I'm so tired and I come back here and all I can think of is how much I want to come home to you. Every flight away from you was never easy"

"I know"

"So I guess this is your anniversary present?" he jokingly asks, you get off of his lap to stand up.

"It'll be hard to top this one" you joke

"I can just ask you to marry me" he says ever so casually, not missing how your cheeks reddened. You hit him lightly making your boyfriend laugh

"Hey, that's not fair"

"You're the one who's stuck me, you know I'm never letting you go now?"

"Good, cause I'm not going anywhere. Here's to 7 more years"

He smile at you before standing up to hug you again,

As you stare at each other eyes you can't help but feel this warm sensation in your chest. You really are home.

"I read somewhere that our cells change every 7 years or so" you mumble, he hums waiting for you to continue

"It's been 7 years since we first met, and until now I still feel the same way about you. I want every cell in my body to know what it feels like to love you, I want it to never forget how warm and lovely it feels it be in love with you. 7 years from now, 14 years and until the last cycle of this life, I want all of me to love all of you"

He stares at you, soaking each word coming out of your lips like a spell enchanting him. Making him fall even deeper in love with you.

"You know they say love isn't easy, but loving you is easy. It's like it's the only thing my heart and soul was made for. Every thought in my head, awake or even in my dreams, is always you" he tells you.

You can feel the tears starting to build up from too much happiness you're feeling right now.

"Wanna hear something crazy?" you mumble

"Do tell" he chuckles

"If you ask me to marry you right now, I'd say yes"

He smiles at you before closing the distance once again, like he just sealed a promise. Speaking a silent vow to make that come true, maybe tonight or tomorrow or 7 days/months from now. All he knows is he will live this life with you.

[translucent-at-best]

Scatter-brained...

Every time I listen to "KREAM" by Dixson, I always have to run it back. And, honestly? While the first half of it is cool, it's not necessarily good enough for a replay. That last minute though? Now that does something to me.

And that 'I'ma put my weight on it, don't make me wait for it' line mayyyyy or may have not gotten a reaction out of my clit the first time I heard it.

As someone who's been blessed to have witnessed my parent's relationship, that homie first before lover is so real. I and everyone who knows them knows without a shadow of a doubt that Caroline and George fuck with each other the long way, you hear me? I want that.

Damn, that last gif upload set to wumbo, ain't it? I did not know that was going to happen, but I do not know how to fix it, so that's exactly how it's finna stay.

Y'all don't get high and just wanna touch on yourself? That ain't just me, is it? Like I know wine be making people feel sessy sometimes, but an indica edible??? I be feeling on myself, genuinely in awe of how soft I am. Somebody son better come on and experience this.

I'm feeling light today and I'm so happy about it. I don't know how long it will last, but after an especially heavy week, I'm grateful.

I'm an introvert (although my family will try to tell you different). The friend I went to brunch with today is also an introvert. Today we realized that this was the first time we've hung out all year. We laughed so damn much today. And realized how similar our thoughts processes are. We both agreed that we need to see each other again sooner rather than later. I'm looking forward to it.

I'm seriously considering cutting my locs. Not off, but a... really healthy trim. Shoulder-length is really the perfect length to me. I didn't appreciate it enough when I had it because I was too preoccupied with getting past my loose hair length.

I've said it before, but I'm truly so grateful to be living at this point in time when men are no longer shy about eating pussy and ass. Re-reading 90s Black fiction is reminding me that it didn't always used to be this way. Sure we had affirmative action and gas was only a dollar per gallon back then, but I mean... at what cost, amiright???

I miss pulling a nigga's pants down and seeing his hard dick do the lil boing in my face. I miss realizing how warm his balls feel in my mouth. I miss that noise he makes when I suck on the head...

So, as I was saying, about these edibles...

[unseeliethot]

Can you please expand on your post about what Lugaid has to do with Keagan x Flannan 👀👀👀 or did you mean Lugaid caused one of their scars???

Oh, this?

Well to get into that we're going to have to establish I'm probably wrong but I'm also always right so as long as those concepts are established before we begin we're all good

There's two things in particular that made me question the falling out (because it's pretty damn clear they were at the least fucking) between Keagan and Flannan. 1. There's an ask on the MoiraiMyth's blog about the li's reactions to MC getting hurt to protect the li's. I'll get into it after I talk about the second piece of evidence I've got. relevant piece here:

2. There is art of Flannan and Keagan that shows them both having very similarly shaped scars, the See No Evil/Speak No Evil art piece if you don't know what I'm referring to. There's a few things I noticed off the bat, Keagan has one set of scars slashing across his chest like a claw mark. This is the only visible scar we can see on him. Flannan however has multiple scars, and the majority are in a crossing pattern or are one slash mark, except for the scar on his shoulder which is that familiar claw mark we see on Keagan.

First instinct I won't lie is that the scars aren't that related, Flannan probably scarred Keagan and who knows where Flannan got his from (*cough*Lugaid*cough*)

The actual scars themselves do have something to say. Keagan's is on his chest and completely uninterrupted, he didn't raise his arms to defend himself which would have affected the scar left behind. He either didn't expect the attack or was doing some other shit with his arms. Flannan's is on his shoulder, and it looks like it ends somewhere down his shoulderblade/his back, indicating this is a scar he got when being attacked from behind. Once again, probably something he didn't expect, or while he was trying to shield someone from something.

However, there's the possibility that the scars are related and came from the same incident. Back onto the first piece of evidence above, I did highlight the phrase "The incident reopens old wounds" in Flannan's answer. This particular part of the ask only jumped out as something a little bit maybe unusual when it came to remembering the fact Keagan and Flannan have similar scars on their bodies. 'The incident reopens old wounds' Flannan has a physical wound and a clear history that went sour with Keagan. Even very early on when asking Flannan's opinion on Keagan, when Flannan was first introduced, the gif used in that answer was very interesting. The reaction wasn't immediate dismissal, distrust, or anger. My first thought was he looked guilty, and if I remember correctly @bella-daonna said he looked upset when we talked about it. Either way it's an interesting reaction for him to have. Not to mention he didn't look angry or grumpy at the concept of Keagan, he looked like being asked was more of the problem.*

*I am aware I sound ridiculous trying to get micro-expressions out of game sprites I'm SO aware

Now again this assumed guilt or upset could be that Flannan is the cause of Keagan's scar, however, once again, the ask pertained to MC trying to protect an li and his reaction is that it apparently reminds him of an incident that's happened in the past with that similar scenario. Someone got hurt for his sake.

I don't think I really need to re-establish that obviously Flannan and Keagan are enemies on the fact they're of opposing political factions, we've all seen the time knife we all know.

So my actual proposed theory/hypothesis is this:

Flannan and Keagan who were lovers during the war of the courts were caught by Lugaid, likely while Lugaid was dreaming and wolfed out, they were both attacked and I think there may have been some covering up of that incident.

The piece comes with the phrase See No Evil/Speak No Evil, and Flannan is the one who is covering his mouth.

Maybe the falling out wasn't the incident itself, maybe it was Flannan covering it up or denying the incident so the rebel king of the Unseelie didn't have a tarnish on his reputation.

Can I prove it no, but can anyone disprove it, also no.*

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7, 17, 18, and 33 for the ask meme pretty please? 🍊 🍊 🍊

7. What’s the fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

Definitely, without a doubt, Smoke, my Equalist Asami Irosami fic. It's a massive undertaking that I poured a lot into, and we're so close to the end. I've just got to be in the right headspace to do it, and to have the time and attention to do it properly. Which I haven't had for like six months. But I'm getting excited about it again and hope to get back here soon. Honorable mention to Firestorm, the third fic in my Irosamiverse canon divergence series that I half started and then actually pulled down to re-work. I still think it's got a cool premise, but need to invest in some plotting and make a few hard choices and kill some darlings to keep the narrative tight, which is what was wrong with the first version. George R. R. Martin I am not, and my original vision of writing from a lot of different characters' perspectives and locations wasn't working. But I'll get there.

17. In your opinion, what’s your most overrated fic?

Strictly speaking, probably The Mango Tree. Not because I don't adore this fic. I do. It's sweet and sad and lovely and everyone should read it. But it's also Maiko, and therefore has more kudos and bookmarks than all but my major Irosami multichapter projects that are closer to novels, like AWOL and Smoke. I wrote The Mango Tree in a day or two. Smoke is going on two years. It's a great illustration of the challenges rarepair authors face. If you liked The Mango Tree, maybe you should give some other works a try? You might be surprised.

18. What’s your most underrated fic?

All of them. I guess I was surprised at the reception of Yaoja's Number One Fan. Or maybe just disappointed. There's pretty much universal recognition that for a main character Asami Sato is very underdeveloped in canon. To some that makes her boring, but to me that means she has so much potential! And people clearly want to read about her as she appears in just under half the fics in the Legend of Korra tag. But almost all those fics are Korrasami (like really, nearly all of them), and fics about Asami outside that pairing are rare and low traffic. I'd have hoped there were enough Asami fans in Korrasamiworld who'd be interested in a short, sweet fic about her as a kid that for once didn't center around her mother's death or any ship, but I was wrong. No one seems to love or care for Asami by herself. Low kudos might be the author, but this fic has less than 50 hits. No one is interested. Goes to hug Asami in a corner by myself making self-indulgent pity noises.

33. Is there any particular character whose scenes always wind up being longer/more frequent than you expected? Does the quality hold up?

Okay, there are two ways to answer this: 1. OMFG Iroh. This guy is so much in his head, I'll realize I've written two pages and he hasn't moved. He's still standing there doing dishes, thinking. Any one-shot from Iroh's perspective immediately becomes a multichapter slog. In fact, I went back and looked and in all my 85 works I've only written three one-shots from Iroh's perspective. Because he can't fucking do it. But I love him dearly and I guess he's just going on longer adventures.

2. Asami self-insert. You know that gif with the model walking out from the door all sassy like "heyyyyyy" yeah, that's Asami. I write fics she's not in and she shows up anyway (seriously - she wasn't supposed to be in either The Cabin or Uncle Iroh's Firebending Academy and she just decided she was needed and in she goes). Then she also doesn't listen to directions. I'm writing a fic right now (Tis the Sea Sun for Love) and she's twice wound up adding scenes because she wanted to do something else, like go get a pedicure or shop for a dress for her date. I just... I've given up. Asami is in charge and I'm just here to record it.

Anyway since these are the characters I write the most often now you understand why my fics are so damn long.

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Do you know what's the main reason why I decided to suddenly (re)watch Atla after nearly 10 years of not seeing a single episode? This video.

I was scrolling through YouTube, searching for good Lana Del Rey edit audios, when I stumbled upon this particular slowed down version of Cinnamon Girl.

Hold me, love me, touch me, honey

Be the first who ever did

Cinnamon Girl is probably, no, undoubtedly one of my favorite Lana songs. There's just something about her voice, melody, lyrics ... beautiful, but sad. Nostalgic.

There's things I wanna say to you

But I'll just let you live

Like if you hold me without hurting me

You'll be the first who ever did

There's things I wanna talk about

But better not to keep

But if you hold me without hurting me

You'll be the first who ever did

Sounds familliar, huh?

And then there's this beautiful fanmade (I didn't know at the time so I was patiently waiting throughout the whole series to witness this kind of a longing look and them smilling at each other lol) gif of Zutara looking at each other lovingly, yearningly, that i just thought to myself that now's the effing time to rewatch Atla.

And it all happened so quickly (exactly a month ago i finished book 1 lol), I went through the whole series in just three days.

And oh my god the pain, this huge black hole inside my heart that I felt after finishing what was back then one of my favorite childhood cartoons.

And then I buried myself in tons of Zutara ffs lol. I found it hard to fall asleep, I was once sitting at my desk, reading a ff and realizing that it's 5 in the morning and that I've been sitting like that for the whole night.

So yeah. I know that it's just a gif and an edit audio. But seriously. Zutara x Cinnamon Girl slowed down is something else.