#i'll never make a post like this again but could you imagine that 3 different people approached me to tell me to watch this movie

[deviousdiesel]

Hey, wanna hear some unnecessary thoughts about Lemon from someone who’s watched Thomas?

Lemon mentions that the Momomon anime airs every Thursday at 9 AM after Thomas airs. But what specific Thomas show and season? I wonder. The short answer? Well, my closest guess is probably Thomas and Friends: Big World Big Adventures (aka “BWBA”) which is the 22nd - 24th seasons of Thomas. But more specifically, it may have been in its 23rd season airing in Japan during 2020.

From what I gather from the film’s adaptation of Lemon, he strikes me as someone who was a fan of the classic series of the model era (early season stuff, series 1-5) and grew up with it.  The CGI era however is complex with its history and he seems more of an on-and-off watcher of it, he still appreciates the Thomas series even if he doesn’t watch the newer series as much as he did as he was younger (and BWBA doesn’t have the same caliber and direction as the previous Thomas series)

In the novel, it’s very clear that Lemon has watched up until s7 of Thomas, which was in its model era in the 2000s. 

I think it tracks because even if it’s the CGI series, which is more modern and has a LOT of differences, I think Lemon would still be interested in watching it to some extent even if the newer stuff doesn’t hit as hard as the classic series he watched.

The long answer? If you’re a fuckin nerd and want to read I can indulge you.

A lot of this is just purely from my observation and my own take (and this is just silly so I really hope you know that).

Bullet Train started its production in October of 2020 - which I’m going to assume is when and where the movie takes place in because the majority was shot during that time - and incidentally, that same month Mattel had announced that Thomas was getting a brand new reboot called All Engines Go, which is a 2D animated production.

Thomas has a few distinctive mediums on television and it’s divided into the model series, CGI series and AEG, which is its own thing. Lemon obviously is shown to have grown up watching Thomas so he’s more versed in the model series and its characters.

Fun fact: In the novel, he mentions a few more characters who appear not only in early seasons but also season 7.

[twogyuu]

Second Chance

Pairing: Junhui x fem!reader

Synopsis: World-class professional boxer, Moon Junhui has everything a man could desire: good-looks, money, fame, power, and a beautiful fiancé. Yet, there’s a void in his heart that cannot be filled despite the countless number of golden trophies and diamond encrusted belts lining the walls of his home. If he had a second chance to do this all over again, would he have chosen differently?

Genre: Fluff, crack(?), angst, boxer!au, time travel!au, forbidden relationship, amateur boxer!jun, coach's daughter!reader, older brother figure!Cheol, inspired by 'Tear' by BTS

Warnings: Fist-to-fist combat, minor inaccuracies about boxing (I did some research and pulled from what I know from watching with my siblings), reader cheats (playfully), italics refer to a past life (if this were a movie, imagine the scenes of both lives being shown simultaneously in parallel - yet the outcome doesn't change . . .) 

WC: ~1.5k

A/N: I think the FML ver. 3 album was my sign to post at the very least a drabble/snippet from this giant writing project that I've been working on and off on for the past year and a half 🤧 Surprise :') There was a reason I never really wrote for Moon Jun. I was invested, but on and off writing for this fic that's already gotten to 22k words, but is still less than halfway finished 😭

If people enjoy this enough, just maybe . . . I'll consider turning it into a series? Idk . . . with the new job and all the transition stuff, I can't make any promises like I did with 'Terrifyingly Innocent.' Do know that I hold this fic near and dear to my heart and would do it in a heartbeat if the circumstances were different.

Last but not least, I'm also sharing this small snippet for the lovely @sleeplessdawn - though we met under "special" circumstances lol, I'm glad we did 💙 Thank you for always indulging in my insane dreams and writing ideas hehehe.

A long time ago, Jun decided he didn’t believe in fate. 

If fate was real, his then selfish decisions wouldn’t have led him astray from you. 

If fate was real, he wouldn’t have followed his head and his greed and chose you instead. 

If fate was real, despite the challenges, it would've been you by his side at the gala, dressed to the nines with a heavy rock on your finger wrapped around your finger, signifying the promise of his undying love for you. 

Yet, everything that has led him here, back to you in these moments in his youth that at the time he didn’t know were precious and fleeting, has him questioning his own beliefs. 

The loose bands of the ring snapped against the corner board and vibrated the floor as you swung your legs inside. Hands wrapped in black and the soles of your feet dusted in chalk, you rolled your shoulders back and bounced on your feet to loosen your muscles before the fight. 

Jun cleared his throat and turned so his back was facing you. He grabbed onto the thick rubber band, clenching and unclenching his fists around it as he strategized his plan against you, his mind wandering back to his first life when you had challenged him to a fight. 

The conditions were the same: if Jun won, you would go on a date with him. If you won, he’d mop the floors in your steed for a month. 

It started much the same as today: the gray hoodie with the sleeves cut off, the black hand wrapping, the plume of smoke that fogged over your feet with every hop, your hair swept back and the few strays of hair that made you look like a dandelion. 

You cracked your neck with the tilt of your head to the right side, raising your arms into position.

“Break a leg, Moon Jun,” you taunted.

He found it endearing – trash talk didn’t suit you, but the attempt was appreciated. Jun only responded with a small smile as he took a few steps closer and mirrored your stance. 

Seungcheol, refereeing the fight, stood relaxed to the side with a stopwatch in his hand. With a quick flick of his wrist, he started the time and announced the beginning of the game. 

Jun was quick to learn, you weren’t strong, but you were swift. Your reflexes were a boxer’s dream – Jun was fast, but you happened to be a beat faster. Every hook, every jab, every cross, you were able to dodge, returning them on the opposite side with a quick slap of your knuckles against his rib cage or a tap on his shoulder. 

Lips parted in a pant, beads of sweat starting to roll down his temple as he tried to keep up with you, Jun grew frustrated, his chest burning with both fury, and well, frankly, heartache. The tight squeeze around his heart every time you slipped out of his reach was just another painful reminder of how much he wanted you, but couldn’t. 

His heart yearned for you – at least just one fair chance. 

The situation wasn’t ideal and a part of him wanted to believe Seungcheol. 

You were the coach’s daughter and though it could go very right, if Jun pursued you out of lust, this could end very tragically and jeopardize not only his career, but that of his team and his coach. 

Yet knowing this, a part of him wanted to take the chance, and he’d like to think you did too. Perhaps he was being dramatic, but you seemed to fit so perfectly into his life – as if everything fell into place and felt whole since meeting you. 

It’s why despite Seungcheol’s look of disappointment and behind your father’s back, Jun had mustered up his courage to ask you on a simple date. 

But why did you have to make it so difficult?

Jun noticed a weak point in your defense as you tried to steady yourself on your feet after ducking under one of his hooks.

It happened so quickly, yet so slow. 

A smirk painted his lips as he took note of the opportunity. Eyes flickering to you, he met your own gaze of horror as this once, you were the one a beat behind. Jun swung his left arm, his plan to take you down once he unstabilized your stance. 

Yet, it seemed like you had one more trick up your sleeve – an illegal one, but still one more trick. 

Just as his fist was about to meet your side, you fell to your right knee, extending out a leg and sweeping it right under him. Jun felt his legs give out, the slip of one foot and suddenly he was on his back. A groan left his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut in pain. It wasn’t only his heart aching now, but his back too. 

He attempted to get up in all his stupor – a fight had to go on if he wanted this date to happen, but he found himself unable to. Eyes squinting open, he was met with your own sweaty face hanging inches above his own, your weight settled on his lower abdomen as you straddled his hips from getting up. 

When you finally came into clear view, Jun noted a mischievous glint in your expression. His lips fell agape like a guppy fish – stupidly mesmerized by you, yet embarrassed to be in this compromising position. 

His ears were ringing, but he was still able to make out muffled sounds of Seungcheol’s worried shouts and the intermittent scolding of you using your legs when this was boxing. You were quickly ushered off of Jun, Seungcheol waving a hand and calling his name to make sure the former was okay. 

“Yah! Moon Junhui!” Seungcheol shouted as he jolted his friend’s shoulder. 

He blinked a few times before shaking his head and coming out of your trance. Even though it was Seungcheol in front of him, his eyes followed you, lingering in the background – the triumphant smirk slowly melting off and being replaced by a look of worry the longer Jun stayed down. 

“Moon Jun–”

“I’m fine! Stop!” Jun waved off his friend. 

“How’s your head? Can you see okay? How many fingers am I holding up?” Seungcheol rambled. 

“I’m fine,” Jun repeated himself as he tried to get up. He winced at the ache between his scapulae. Noticing, Seungcheol supported Jun’s weight on one side, muttering a string of curse words and scolds about your sweep kick. 

“I’ll see you for ice cream tomorrow,” you called from the side of the ring. Jun looked up to find you, one leg hanging in the ring, the other one already ready to hop out. Perhaps he was still seeing stars after the fall, but he could’ve sworn he saw you wink.The corner of your lip twitched up into a small smile. You chortled, “Consider it a date.”

If fate was real, it didn’t matter if you beat him or if he beat you. 

In this life, it was now Jun straddling your hips, an elbow gently pressed across your chest to stop you from struggling against him though you had already stilled. You stared back at him, cheeks warm and eyes wide in surprise at the way his own flitted across your face, the crease between his brows forming ever so slightly as if to seriously memorize every subtle feature and every crevice.

Because fate was real and it led him back to you. 

You tapped his arm with your pointer finger to signal that you yielded and end the fight. However, he remained in the position, inquisitive – you wondered what he was thinking and what was going through that beautiful mind of his. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” Seungcheol shouted as he hurried into the ring. He pulled off Jun by the elbow. “You won, get off her and let her breathe, geeze!”

Jun blinked blankly at Seungcheol a few times, dazed. The older man shook his head, clicking his tongue against his teeth and pushed the lovestruck boy aside.Seungcheol extended a hand to help you get up. 

You feigned your cool and content, stretching out your back and paying extra attention to the chalk that had dirtied your black leggings, patting away the white. 

“Are you okay?” Seungcheol took you by the shoulders and scanned you up and down. “You know your dad is gonna murder me if anything happens to you, right? At the hands of his prized boxer too!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” you pushed his hands off your shoulder. You waved your limbs around to prove a point. “Nothing’s broken – see!”

Amidst your bickering, Jun cleared his throat, commanding silence in the ring again. You both looked up at him. He couldn’t help, but notice the way you had suddenly grown sheepish, inching ever so slightly to hide Seungcheol’s broad shoulder. 

Like you that day, he smiled. 

“I’ll see you for ice cream tomorrow,” Jun announced. He winked, his smile spreading into a grin. “Consider it a date.”

Like you that day, he walked out of the ring with his heart full and warm, but giddy and thumping off-beat than what he was used to.

[stumachersfavoritegirl]

His Favorite Girl <3

Stu Macher x Reader

Disclaimer: The use of Y/N pertains to you inserting your own name. The main character in the story is you, but you just have a a different description. Imagination is fun girlies ;3 I also deeply apologize for the late post, life has been very stressful for me right now and whenever it becomes overwhelming, it's hard for me to think about anything else, which includes "My Favorite Girl" but, don't worry, I'll still be posting it because it's definitely a solitude for me. But, I won't be giving a schedule for it anymore because I feel like that ruins the trust between me and you guys <3 Thank you for understanding and enjoy!

Chapter 2: D-dont...you walk away from me

I tap my pencil on the desk repetitively, anxiously waiting one more minute before the final bell of the day rings. I'm biting my lip as my thoughts race, it's becoming a reality and not another dream my mind thought up. Stu Macher is actually going to the Brew to meet me, and no one else. Not Tatum, Billy, his friend group, me. I've never felt this special before, it was a feeling I didn't want to end. I've never had a boy be vulnerable with me about how they felt, let alone about me. I mean, just yesterday I was a nobody to him. Now, he's meeting me in janitors closest alone, saying my name, thinking about my breast? I mean, holy fuck! Who am I right now that Stu Macher knows me, likes me, wants...me? It's almost overwhelming, the feeling of being wanted by someone you'd never thought you'd have for years. It's too unbearable actually, almost... too good to be true. My thoughts are cut off by the final bell, and I sigh as I finally gather my notebooks in my backpack. A smile uncontrollably forms on my face, as I imagine him looking at me in awe as he walks into the brew. Me sitting there with my hair down, no glasses, skinny jeans and an old tank top of my moms that she doesn't know I took...what? Desperate times call for desperate measures. Probably some cashmere sweater my mom has in her closet too, so my chubby arms can still be covered, while my cleavage is basically full frontal. I blush as I sling my backpack over my shoulder, beginning to exit the classroom. I wonder if he'll be wearing the same thing, or maybe he'll change like me. I wonder if we'll only talk about school work, or maybe we'll talk about us. I've been dying to ever since the janitors closet. All those things he said, what did it mean? My minds been racing since. I still can't believe he was looking at me like that, his pupils were so dilated, I felt like I was staring into his soul looking into them. I make my way into the hallway and walk towards the exit of the school with everyone else. Students begin to scream however, and everyones voices combined grows too loud, ruining my thought process. I roll my eyes, reaching for my cassette player and headphones in my backpack. I grab it, zipping my bag closed, when I look up and see Billy Loomis. He walks pasts me and our eyes meet before he looks away and chuckles, covering his mouth. I furrow my brows as he pasts me, looking down as I rest my headphones on my head. What was that look about? I drag my fingers across my face, trying to pinpoint any food residue on it. When I feel nothing, I reach for my hair, running my fingers through it. Hmph, nothing stuck in it. I let my tongue linger over my front teeth to feel any food stuck in between. But when I feel nothing, my face scrunches together. What could he have been laughing at? I roll my eyes as I exit the building, pressing play on my cassette player as I walk down the school entryway stairs. As I put my cassette player away, I see Tatum and Stu again. His arms are wrapped around her shoulder as a pre rolled blunt rests in his hand. His other hand is flailing around as he talks to Tatum, and she walks beside him with a lollipop in her mouth, toying with it using her tongue.

He looks down and sees this, and he bends down to lick her lollipop. She scoffs, preparing to pluck him in the head with it. He takes off before she can though, and she follows him as she screams out, laughing "Asshole!" He giddily laughs as he runs away, shockingly in my direction. My eyes widen as I see them approach me, and I swallow as I press my lips together. I subtly look up to meet his gaze as he passes me, and he doesn't even look at me. He continues to laugh as he runs by, his smell washing over me again and my knees almost buckle. She runs after him, towards me and her eyes throw daggers at mine. I quickly look away from her, but she makes a note to bump my shoulder as she passes me. I sigh as I rub my shoulder, rolling my eyes. I've literally never hated someone more. I turn to look at them , and he runs back into the building as she's close in pursuit, yelling after him. I shake my head in disbelief as I face forward and continue walking home. Why didn't he look at me? I mean, how could he go from standing over me...confessing his feelings for me, being completely vulnerable with me, to running past me, not even looking in my direction? That was really really weird, and a knot forms in my stomach, trying to depict what it meant.

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As I open the door to the Brew, I look at the clock inside, 4:00 on the dot. I smile to myself as I look around, trying to find his piercing blue eyes. When I don't see them however, I walk to the nearest table, placing my backpack and cassette player on the table before I take a seat. I tuck my wild curls behind my ears, looking around again, dreading that I didn't bring my glasses for emergency purposes. I feel a slight breeze and cover my exposed cleavage with my mothers cashmere sweater, snapping my neck towards the door. It's an older couple, both with canes, laughing as they walk in together. I smile as I look down, feeling as though I'm invading there privacy by staring. I continue to smile as I imagine that being me and Stu eventually. I shake the thought though, and as the breeze continues I decide to grab a small coffee as I wait for him. Looking at the clock again as I get up, it's 4:04. I figured he'd get here before me to see if I was on time or not. I try to calm down though, as I tell myself it's literally only been 4 minutes. Even if it were 10, did I really even expect Stu Macher to show up on time to discuss school work? Granted, he asked, but he never really seemed like the academic type. I kinda liked that about him though, his carefree spirit. He never seemed to let anything bother him, even a bad grade or detention 4 nights in a row. He just kinda, went with the flow of life, something I always admired about him. Something that always made me drawn to him. As I reach the counter, I pull out $1.05 to pay when I feel a sharp breeze from the door again. As I turn to look, I notice it's one of the kids from my school. His hairs blonde and spikey almost, his big brown eyes sweep the crowd of the Brew until they land on mine. I think I've seen him in science class a few times, other times he's blatantly skipping. I flash a friendly smile his way, but he doesn't return one. He quickly looks away as he heads to sit down. I feel like everyone is acting so weird towards me today, and I straighten my squished eyebrows as I approach the register to order.

As I wait for them to make it, I look in his direction and see him sit by the chair next to me. I face forward to grab my small coffee, and head back to my seat. Our eyes meet again, and he quickly averts his again, while pulling out school supplies. I place my coffee on the table as I sit back down, scratching the back of my neck as I continue to look around for Stus tall frame and brunette short hair. I take a quick sip from the coffee, sighing as I pull out my school supplies. I'll just get everything ready for his arrival, maybe I should've gotten him a coffee too? I mentally face palm myself as I pull all my English notes and Algebra textbooks out, pulling out two pencils, two Crayola highlighters, and a Hewlett Packard calculator. I align everything on the desk neatly to pass time, glancing at the clock again. 4:10 now...sheesh, I mind as well have took an extra 10 minutes to do my makeup. I could've used a wand of mascara, my eyes couldn't be more squinted from the lack of sleep I've been experiencing lately. I keep having repeated nightmares of Stu rejecting me in front of the whole school in the cafeteria after realizing I've had a crush on him since Sophomore year. He tells me that, "He'd never like a weird, fat, and boring loser like me. Not even in my dreams." and then as soon as the entire cafeteria erupts with laughter, I'm always startled awake by my alarm clock, covered in sweat, gasping for air, and on the verge of pissing myself from embarrassment. His words will always echo in my head shortly after I'm awake, and they almost begin to echo now, as doubt fills my mind. Why is he so late? But, I shake the thought though, pursing my lips together as I take another glance at the door. Any minute now, he'll walk in. He'll be sweating from running to make it on time, our eyes will meet as he swings open the door, and he'll flash me a sly grin before walking towards me. I'll probably blush and look away, wondering why I was so nervous about this afternoon. Any minute...

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10 minutes turns to 3 hours, and before I know it, I'm rolling my eyes as I witness another person walk into the Brew that isn't him . Wow, if this isn't straight out of my regular scheduled nightmares, then I don't know what would be. Stu Macher completely just stood me up. This isn't even a date, which makes it worse! I'm literally just supposed to be helping him study, and he couldn't even show up for that? I fight the tears threatening to pour out my eyes as I begin to pack my supplies, aggressively throwing them in my backpack as I mumble to myself. "Fucking prick. How dare he act like that towards me? Like he had the biggest infatuation with me for months, then stand me up only a few hours later. How could he? I mean, what did I ever even do to him? What have I ever even done to anybody? I'm one of the nicest people at that school, I deserve to at least be treated like a person. I mean, at least-" as I get up, slinging my backpack over my shoulder in a huff, my eyes lock with the boy from school again. He's almost looking at me worried, but this time, there's too much rage in me to avert my eyes. This time, I stare directly back at him. "What the fuck are you looking at?" I yell aloud, and his eyes widen before he looks back down at his textbook.

The whole Brew flashes their heads at me, and feeling embarrassed by my outburst but too angry to show it, I completely storm out, swinging the door open and letting it hit the wall behind it. It starts to rain as I walk home, which makes me even more livid. I stomp my way down the street as I continue to mumble more curse words amongst myself. "This is exactly what I get for ever thinking a guy like Stu Macher could ever have any interest in me. I should've known everything was too good to be true! He's never even looked in your direction until today, but had the nerve to have me believe he had some type of serious interest in me? I mean, he couldn't even look at me on school grounds a few hours ago! As soon as I noticed that, I should've made the decision to never come. That was literally the biggest sign I could've seen, that he isn't actually into me. This must just be some sort of game, this has to be. He told me not to be late, just to never show? Who am I even kidding? Why did I ever expect another outcome? This isn't a fairytale Y/n. I'm a loser, he's popular. Our worlds don't even mix. " The rage fills my throat, and I scream aloud, letting all the anger, sadness, pain, and rejection I feel out into the rain. Fuck Stu Macher, Fuck Woodsboro High, fuck everyone! I'm sick of being the nice, quite, good girl. I'm so sick of being everyones target for an easy ego boost, for sadism, for the next human joke. It's my turn to be a fucking asshole.

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As I walk along the school grounds, I notice news anchors scattered everywhere. It's 7:50 am as I rush to my first class, walking by each of them as I listen "-are doing drugs they buy in the classroom. And that they're involved in the occult..."

“Occult?”

"The small town of Woodsboro, California was devasted last night when two young teenagers were brutally murdered. Authorities have yet to issue a statement, but our sources tell us that no arrest have been made and the murderer could strike again."

My eyes widen as I continue to look around, noticing every student is paired up with someone. All of them talking amongst themselves. All of their faces, were plastered with worry…with fear. I overhear a few of them as I pass by. "Oh my gosh, I had social studies with Casey."

"-Steve was one of the best football players on our team. What are we gonna do about next weeks game-"

"I heard, they found Casey gutted like a fish. Hung up by her own intestines!"

"I heard they found Steve and Casey chopped into pieces with their body parts scattered all over her house."

I furrow my brows as I continue into the school building, resting my headphones back on my head to drown everyone out as I process everything. I think… Casey Becker and Steve Orlin are dead! I can't believe another murder happened in Woodsboro. We all kinda assumed it would stop after Cotton Weary was arrested. What happened to Mrs. Prescott was horrific and everyone was relieved when he was issued the death penalty. But now, it looks like there still may be a murderer amongst us. I enter English class at 8:00 on the dot, but this time, Mr. Tate doesn't bark at me. He doesn't even raise his head to acknowledge me. I quickly make way for my seat, when I notice Stu Macher isn't in his. I quickly hang my backpack over my seat, pulling out all of my supplies and placing them on my desk before I sit down. I look around at everyone, noticing how silent it is. Usually people would be talking, loudly listening to music, passing notes, laughing amongst each other. But this time, it was different. You could feel the death, the darkness everywhere you looked. I sigh deeply as I face forward, opening my textbook when I notice a post it note sticking out of one of the pages. I flip to the page, dragging my fingers along the familiar messy red thick ink as I read.

"I couldn't make it to the Brew, but I need want to see you before lunch today. I need I'd like to talk to you. It's important to me. Be at our spot by 11:55."

First of all, the audacity! He had me wait 3 hours for him, just for him to not show, and he really thinks I'm gonna show up for him now that he “wants to see me”? I scoff as a chuckle sneaks up and out of my throat. Prick. I should have him wait there for me for an entire hour. I should have him feel exactly the way I felt last night, stranded and abandoned. I rip the post it note into small pieces, allowing each piece to cover my desk and the ground below me, not caring if it's drawing attention. I start to care however, when I notice Stu walk into class. "I know I'm late Mr. Tate. The news anchors are crowding the whole entryway! I almost got tackled to the ground just for a simple little interview." He says, chuckling as he walks backwards to his desk. "Mr. Macher, please quietly take a seat. Some students are trying to mourn in peace." Mr. Tate motions his hand to the crowd of students sitting down, all pouting, staring at a wall or out the window. Stu shrinks into his shoulders as he grits his teeth, mouthing an "oops..." as he pretends to tip toe to his desk. When he passes mine, he looks down at the post it puddle I've left scattered around for anyone to see. He almost stops in his tracks, and our eyes meet. He furrows his brows almost, and smiles like he's accepting a challenge, but I stare back at him angrily, my eyes read that there's no game being played on my end. He quickly squints at me, almost like he's trying to figure out a puzzle, before he continues his way to his seat. I listen as he drags out his chair loudly, plopping into it. I slightly turn my head to look at him, and he’s staring at me so hard, I almost melt right into my seat. I quickly face forward again, swallowing as I tap my pencil on the desk silently. Damn, I definitely didn’t mean for him to see that. I thought he was skipping class today…I mentally face palm myself as I bite my lip, tapping my pencil faster as my anxiety builds. Holy shit, what if that ruined everything? What if he thinks I hate him now? What if he doesn’t wanna talk to me anymore because he thinks I tried to embarrass him by ripping up the post it? What if he-wait, fuck him.

I almost forgot I’m angry at him, in fear that he was angry at me. But I don’t want to be fearful of that. Good riddance he saw it, maybe he’ll leave me alone. Maybe, he’ll finally stop taunting me with his modelesque good looks, bright blue eyes and lean muscular frame. Maybe, he won’t want to torture me with being fake study buddies anymore to boost his already inflated ego. Maybe- “Ms. Y/n. I just told Mr.Macher to keep quiet for the sake of everyone else! What makes you any different?” I taste blood as I stop biting my lip, realizing I’m tapping my pencil on the desk so loud it’s drawing everyone’s attention, including Stu. I purse my lips together as I sink into my seat, looking around and locking eyes with Stu again. He’s grilling me at this point, and feeling rather impudent, I dramatically roll my eyes as I sweep the rest of the post it pieces onto the floor. I rest my head on my hand as I sigh softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as a student comes in, handing Mr. Tate a piece of paper. The whole class faces forward, and everyone’s attention is drawn to Mr. Tate. “Kaitlin Bennett, the principals office for questioning.” Everyone turns towards her, and she stands up flustered as she walks towards the exit. I rub the back of my neck, feeling as though it’s burning, and I look behind me to face Stu again, who's still looking at me, sneering. I face forward and watch the girl shimmy past all the students sitting, throwing a small smile at Mr.Tate before she and the other student exit the room. I look down at my textbook again, deciding to just study for my english exam this week. I adjust my glasses as I continue to read, but with everything going on, I easily get distracted. Why did they call that girl to the office for questioning? Do they think she did it? She doesn't look like she'd kill anyone, let alone two. I heard a lot of people saying the crime scene was pretty brutal, no way she did that.

I raise my brows, trying to get back to my english work when suddenly the student behind me passes me a note from under my arm. I slightly jump, never receiving a note in class, I'm startled by the sudden gesture. I quickly turn around, but the student behind me is buried in a Harry Potter Novel. Understanding the concentration that kind of book takes, I quickly face forward, not wanting to interrupt them. I sigh before opening the letter, recognizing the bold sloppy red ink by now,

"See me at our spot after class. Walk there before me, I'll be behind you. I need to talk."

I roll my eyes as I close the note. Jesus, someone is persistent. I crumble the note into a ball before tossing it onto the floor. I refuse to give him any satisfactory communication today after yesterday. I refuse to give into the daze of Stu Macher. I refuse. I hear someone clear their throat behind me, but I don't turn around, expecting our eye contact to turn me into stone.

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The bell finally rings, and I quietly close my textbook to avoid more eyes on me this period. I gather all my books in my arms as I stand up, grabbing my backpack to place it on my desk. I open it, throwing all my books and school utensils inside before zipping it closed, and tossing it over my shoulder. I exit the classroom, and as I walk around, I notice almost everyone is either mourning, or gossiping about how crazy this recent murder was. Especially after last years. You can tell some of them were Casey or Steves friends, while others are just excited that something is going on to talk about. I look down as I continue towards my locker, when suddenly, I feel someone grab my arm, hard and almost yank me forward. I look up to protest, and it's Stu. "Don't draw attention..." he says with a suggestive tone, and obviously fake smile plastered across his face. "...just walk." I obey, afraid of any retaliation if I didn't, and I walk beside him. We walk past my next class and down the janitors corridor. A few eyes glare at us, but none linger for too long. I think everyones just too focused on the murders to care about regular school gossip. I should be too, but how can I ignore something like this?

He's everywhere to me but almost no where at the same time, it's almost impossible to not think about him for a second. We enter the same janitors closet we were in before, he leads me in with one hand before looking both ways and entering behind me. The rooms dark again, and I feel completely vulnerable just standing in the middle of it. He closes the door behind him, and I hear him slightly groan before he turns the light on, turning around to face me. I'm completely flustered again while I stare up at him, and he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear as I whimper beneath him. "Y/n..." he speaks to me softly, almost singing my name. He backs me up against a wall, and leans his hand against it, towering over me. My knees almost buckle from the music in my ears. My name coming out his mouth is almost dreamlike, and I pinch my thigh to make sure everything is real. "I know you made it on time to the Brew yesterday. I like that, you listen." he says, smirking as he gestures at me with his index finger. He taps me in my chest before letting it drag down my cleavage, past my belly, and almost at my pelvis.

"But, unfortunately I couldn't make it due to that little rumor you spread of us. I mean, Tatum was pretty pissed. A lot of things are out of my control when her rage is involved." He taunts me with this, playing with a loose strand of my hair in his fingers as he maintains eye contact with me, the slyest grin on his face. " I mean..." he pushes himself off the wall, stepping away from me as he begins to circle the room. "I know you've had feelings for me for some time now, but maybe I should've emphasized how much secrecy would be important in this situation." He completely faces me now, "I thought, maybe I'd be able to trust you?" His question sounds almost threatening, but a frown is plastered across his face, and his eyes are soft as he continues to look at me. "It wasn't m-me Stu. I-I would never discuss anything w-we do to anyone, I mean, I d-don't speak to a lot of people here."

"Then who do you speak to?" His demeanor hardens now. He looks me up and down, almost like he's trying to read me, "I mean, n-not really a-anybody. No one. I swear." I find myself being awfully eager to please him, and I loosen my shoulders as the last word leaves my mouth. He sucks in his breathe before mumbling a small, "mmm" placing his hand on his chin as he says it, almost smiling before he says, “I had a good feeling I could trust you then.” He’s smirking as he says this, and anger begins to boil inside of me. How can he even accuse me of being untrustworthy, when just yesterday he left me waiting for him in a Brew, alone for 3 hours! How could he even sit here and stare at me like I'm the problem here? "W-what about me?" I manage to spew out, almost in a whisper, but he hears me. He begins to slowly walk towards me, "What about you?" he asks me, leaning back against the wall over me. I hesitate at first, scared of where this could go, but he grabs my cheeks with his right hand, lifting my face up to look at him. "Speak." His face is inches from mine, and I close my eyes. Moaning silently as I bite my lip, wishing he'd just kiss me already and forget about fucking Tatum. I open my eyes before I continue, completely flustered at his domineering demeanor towards me.

"I thought I could t-t-rust you last night, you left me stranded there alone for 3 hours. It was so emba-"

"You waited for me for 3 hours? " He snorts almost, and my face burns completely as it forms a snarl, gritting my teeth before I mutter, "fuck you." I begin to push past him.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it huh? Hey!”

Before I can exit the room, he grabs my arm, hard. I wince at the pain and franticly look up at him, shocked at the sudden aggression. "D-dont...you walk away from me." He says, calmy. His eyes are closed as he says it, but he opens them to look at me, his smile is gone and his stare leaves my heart pounding out of my chest. I swallow as I look back up at him, and he swings me back up against the wall before grabbing both my shoulders. "I'm...sorry. OK. I should've let you know somehow that I couldn't make it. That was on me, that was my fuck up." He maintains eye contact with me the whole time as he says this, sweat beads begin to form on his forehead and his lips are almost dripping with spit. "Just...don't-walk away from me. We aren't done talking." His head is slightly tilted to the side, but he slowly lets go of my shoulders before he begins to run his hands along my arms. "Now, let's make this date happen, huh? Tonight's not a good night for me unfortunately..." he says, tilting his head to the side as he grits his teeth and widens his eyes, but he smirks as he continues.

"...but tomorrow, after school ofcourse, we can meet. Finally. Let's say, your house around 9." I purse my lips, wanting to protest at the time stated but too afraid for his reaction. "Be a good girl and agree...right?" He says, rubbing his thumb against my bottom lip as he gently nods his head, waiting for me to do the same. I slowly nod my head as my lip quivers. "Good." He slowly inhales as he drags his finger down my lip, to my chin and down my throat. He lets it trail along my collar bone before he leans in, I feel his breathe against my neck as he rests his hand on my shoulder . "I'll make sure to make it up to you tomorrow night." His breathe lingers against my ear, and I close my eyes before accidently moaning aloud. I quickly open my eyes as I purse my lips together, and my heart begins to beat through my chest and out my ass. I quickly clear my throat as I look down, and he backs up before chuckling slightly. "Don't feel the need to hide that later on, ok?" He says, smirking as he bites his lip, exiting the room. I'm left standing there alone again in a puddle of my own juices. Could he be anymore of a tease? I take my hair out its ponytail, as I migraine attacks my skull. Why does he have to be so confusing? And why am I so turned on by it? I run my fingers through my hair, replaying the entire moment. It was supposed to be a moment of power for me, but instead I surrendered to him, just as Tatum did yesterday. But, it's almost like I couldn't resist him, like I had to obey him. Who am I kidding? Why even spend this entire experience being upset with him over one small accident, when I could instead enjoy this entire moment in it's glory?

Stu Macher was finally speaking to me and there was no way I was letting one little form of miscommunication get in the way of this ecstasy ride. I mean, whatever time was wasted yesterday will be made up tomorrow night, right? I inhale sharply as I run my hands over my face, squinting my eyes together as I swallow. Ok, get it together. I take one last breathe in, before exiting the janitors closet. As I enter the school hallway, I realize I meant to tell him my address. Shit, then my parents will be home...I sigh, realizing this might not go as dreamlike as I hoped it would. The late bell rings and I pick up my pace as I head to my next class, I have to figure out a way to get my address to him, I have to make tomorrow night happen, I have to finally spend time with him. I mentally face palm, angry at how flustered I was in the moment that I didn't even tell him my address. How could I let that important piece of information slide? Ok, I have the rest of this school day and tomorrow to get my address to him. It has to happen, not matter what, there can't be another miscommunication that gets in the way of us. That gets in the way of my future.

[three-dee-ess]

going on a deepdive into 3DS/DS purikura games

I saw this image on a tumblr post and I wanted to look for the original source (so I could properly credit the person and to find out what game it was):

I couldn't find the original, however, I did find this yahoo ask asking what game it was.

The person answering seemed to think it was a hello kitty game, likely because of the hello kitty sticker used to cover the face of the person taking the selfie, but it's clearly one that was added after the photo of the DS was taken, it's not a sticker that exists within that software.

As you can see here, it seems to be a piece of hello kitty fanart- it's not official art, and therefore not featured in the game. This helps with my search a bit.

Also, I believe this is a 3DS title, not a DSI/DS one like the person above suggested- the "select" button in the home menu is the same as the o3DSXL's. This suggests this game was published BEFORE the n3DS series was released.

I remembered playing a game in the past called "Sanrio Picross" that had some purikura elements, however, that game doesn't allow you to edit photographs, and upon looking at them side by side, the UI is completely different.

I googled "3DS purikura game" (purikura being the Japanese word for photo booth) and the only result was "Sparkle Snapshots." From what I could see, the 3DS title didn't have UI that matched either. I decided to look up the DSI game as a last ditch effort into this line of thinking and I didn't find anything.

I did find a screenshot of the title screen on khinsider VGM and the title song goes HARD.

It doesn't seem like this is a purikura game, (or at least not solely), so my research must continue. The next thing I looked into was the UI. I know some Japanese, not very much, but enough to read some basic katakana.

Under the X button it says "Zoom." The L button seems to say "Erase Button."

And it seems that R and A also say "Erase Button." Start obviously says "Menu" It seems like this is a very basic game.

For the bottom screen, it was taken at an angle and it contains some Kanji, so I put it through some photo editing to make it easier to read.

Typing that into google translate I got "Saved! Do you continue doodle?" (and then obviously yes/no)

The phrasing of doodle is interesting. This implies it could be an art program, like the yahoo commenter suggested earlier.

Searching up 3DS art programs doesn't really help me, and coloring games doesn't work either...

My last resort is to go through every 3DS game released in japan, (since we already have a copy of every game ever released for the 3DS online...) However, before I do that, I'm going to look for this image some more.

I found it running rampant on pinterest...

No one else seems to know what it is either LOL.

However, the version on pinterest is significantly higher quality!

Next step, finding more games. I simply need to try to find MORE games. Because I know what the UI looks like, it shouldn't be too hard.

I'll run this search again and just scroll till I see a new lead...

Oh, that was quick!

I found a series called "minna no" which seems to be similar to the "imagine" series in the US- just kind of children's shovelware that never got translated to english.

I ran a search for みんなの (Minna no) on google and...

Huh that sounds familiar... oh my god.

OH MY GOD.

It'S THE SAME FUCKING GAME THE GUY FROM EARLIER WAS TALKING ABOUT. The one I dismissed entirely because it was a DSi title and the game's UI wasn't DSi? It was a 3DS title.

The best part about all of this... the best part about all of this... the UI doesn't even match at all. I went full circle and just accidentally proved this guy completely wrong.

I checked the rest of the minna no games, and yup, no dice. It's some other title.

Next up, I looked at Girls RPG Cinderella Life, mostly because it kept coming up over and over during my research- and holy shit their website is adorable.

Their website is an accessibility nightmare, but it's absolutely adorable. If you are into web design at all, I'd recommend checking it out.

super cute!! looking through the website only proves to me though that this is not the game we are looking for though, so let's move on.

Okay okay okay, how about... JS GIRL: Doki Doki Model Challenge?

Found some information about it.... oh shit there's a camera function?

Dammit... Doesn't look anything like the image.

WAIT WAIT WAIT. A photo decoration option??????

While trying to find more images I found out the game was in this pretty holographic packaging. God I'm jealous. More games should do this.

Either way I can't seem to find any images on this, so it's going on the list of possible candidates. And While looking up this game, I found more under the same artstyle that also might be culprits.

While trying to find more information, I realized how many of these games there are. And also how many of them I have played in the past, lol.

I've been a big fan of Style Savvy (AKA Girls Mode) and I've tried out Girls Fashion Shoot, which was an english translation from a different game series about becoming a model.

Yet another knocked off the list!

By extension, the second game is also knocked off the list.

Another model game- this one called Neco*Petit Girls Runway. Another dud, but also very cute.

Pretty Rhythm series seemed to have a camera function but it didn't line up with the UI shown in the screen either.

If anyone has any more ideas or lists of games, please tell me below! I need to take a break from researching this, and I'll need to play some of that JS model game from earlier, since I doubt anyone has used the photo function during a youtube Let's Play, but based on the UI, I sincerely doubt that it's the one we are looking for.

[atwingeofcringe]

Enough

A/N: hello everyone! this is my first fic on this account! ive written 3 parts to this but ive written them in a way where they could all be standalones and there are time gaps between them but ive left it up for you to decide how much time! ive seen people say different time spans for how long it takes for him to warm up to an S/O and i wanted to keep it vague! even though i have the other 2 written im not sure when i'll post them because i have a lot going on right now but we'll see! i also tried to write these in a way so that you can imagine which ever version of Michael you like most or the version you think best fits! all my writing is done on my phone btw so sorry if there are mistakes i didnt catch! sometimes my phone likes to think it knows more than me lmao! Summary: Michael feels conflicted feelings as you patch up his wounds. Pairing: Michael Myers x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 1,344

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The sound of your back door opening and then closing broke your attention away from your tv for a split second, then you faced the tv again. Heavy footsteps made their way over to you but you remained watching your show, unconcerned. A dark figure emerged from around the corner and stood there silently, knife in hand, and staring right at you. Anyone else would have been frightened by this but, for you, this is a normal occurrence.

“Hey, Michael!” you greeted, looking up from your show.

Of course, you got no greeting in return, but that’s normal too. He stepped more into view, letting you see him more clearly and you gasped at the sight. He was covered in blood and clearly injured. You knew most of the blood wasn’t his but you were still worried.

You shot up out of your seat on the couch and quickly ushered Michael into your kitchen, where you kept your medical supplies, and sat him down at the table. His bloodied knife was taken to the sink for washing later. He didn’t think his injuries were that bad and why you fussed over him so much, he just wanted to come by to check on you. Still, he let you do what you wanted.

“Can you take this off?” You asked, pointing to his blood soaked coveralls.

He pulled the zipper down pushed the top of the coveralls down until it rested around waist, exposing plain black t-shirt that was also soaked with blood. You thanked him and carefully started tending to any fresh and exposed wounds you could see, all the while trying to keep skin to skin contact to a minimal. He’s not a fan of being touched and you didn’t want to make him angry.

While you did this, you could feel his eyes on you the whole time. You’re used to it, though. His eyes constantly followed your every movement. In the beginning, this used to make you uncomfortable. Now, you paid it no mind and sometimes even forgot about it.

“There.” You sighed, carefully pushing his shirt sleeve back down over his shoulder after taking care of a cut. He stared as you stood over him, looking him over to make sure you got everything. Your eyes scanned him until you got this masked face, seeing more blood on the mask itself and also some parts of his exposed skin from under the mask. You’ve never seen him without it on and you never wanted to ask in case it upset him, but you’re worried.

“Um, do you mind if this comes off too?” Unintentionally, your voice came out small and your throat felt a little dry. You didn’t mean to sound so nervous but you couldn’t help it.

He didn’t make any moves that indicated a yes or a no, only staring up at you. You slightly shuffled uncomfortably before deciding ‘fuck it’ and slowly lift your hand towards the mask. Your finger tips barely made contact with the bottom of before his own hand shot up at light speed and grabbing yours, making you nearly jump out of your skin. His hand gripped yours tightly and it was a little painful but ignored it and swallowed hard before opening your mouth to say something else.

“I-I just want to see if you need stitches or something.” Your voice was shaky and the sound of your heart pounding from the jumpscare was loud in your ears. “I don’t want you to get infected.”

He sat there, staring up at you from his seat and clenching your hand for a few more seconds before letting go. A quiet, relived sigh left your lips as the pain dissipated from your poor hand and you wiggled your fingers a little, trying to get out any lingering pain. Michael looked down as his hands came up and gripped the mask, slowly taking it off.

When the mask was fully off he didn’t look back up at you, letting his gaze linger down at the mask in his hands. For some reason, this made you nervous again but you swallowed your fear and spoke up. “Can I see?”

He was still. Is he afraid of something? Is he nervous too? Most likely, you’ll never know the thoughts swimming through his mind. He’s never been an easy person read, which is how he likes it. Honestly though, he was a little scared. He does’t want to be perceived as just a man and that’s all he felt like without his mask. With it on, he felt powerful and people feared him. Now, here he is risking that reputation and for what? A few cuts and bruises? He knows he doesn’t have to do this but something about your good nature towards him compelled him and it was leaving him feeling conflicted.

“Michael?”

Your voice interrupted his thoughts and he huffed, acknowledging that he heard you.

“Can I see?” You asked one more time. Michael sighed and lifted his head, locking eyes with you once more. You had to stop yourself from gasping at the man in front of you. You’ve thought about what he might look like before but you never expected him to be so… pretty. A smile formed on your face as you tried to fight the blush that threatens to light up your cheeks. “There you are!” You said cheerfully.

He isn’t sure what you meant by that but he sat up straight to let you examine the cuts on his face. You leaned in closer to get a good look but not too close so you didn’t make him uncomfortable.

“Just a couple scratches.” You said, mostly to yourself. “These don’t look bad at all. You’ve got quite the bruise here, though-“ without thinking your hand came up to lightly trace the dark spot that formed near his eye but before you could, his hand came up once again squeezing yours and making squeak in surprise. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking!” You winced.

Micheal stared up at you with a dangerous expression. How could you be so absent minded? Have you forgotten who he is? Did taking of his mask actually ruin your image of him? The thought of his dangerous reputation being ruined angered him and he absent mindedly squeezed your hand harder just thinking about it.

“Michael, your hurting me!” You were nearly on the verge of tears from the pain and trying to pull your hand away.

Michael started thinking about how much you’ve done for him over the time he’s known you. Always worrying about him, giving him a place to hide and rest, feeding him. Would letting down his walls be so bad if it was just you? He knows he’d be just fine without you but thinking of you not existing in his life made him disappointed.

His grip on your hand softened but he didn’t let go. He was still holding on firmly, keeping you from pulling away. You gave up and watched him as he watched you. His eyes pierced yours in a way you feel like you hadn’t seen before. You gulped and asked “are you okay?”

Micheal slowly blinked up at you and loosened his grip on you a little more. You could pull away now if you wanted to but made no attempt. What happened next made butterflies erupt your stomach and you know your face was bright red. Micheal slightly turned his head, now facing your hand, keeping his eyes on you, and placed a gentle kiss to the middle of your palm. Your heart was pounding so hard the sound was nearly deafening in your ears. As his lips left your hand, he softly pressed it against his cheek. You weren’t sure what caused his sudden change in mood, but, honestly, you weren’t complaining.

Your eyes flicked to his lips for a split second before looking back into his eyes. He noticed but made no moves and you were fine with it. Just being close like this was enough.

[the-s1lly-corner]

facial dysmorphia comfort spot x reader

maybe maybe

Spot w/ an S/O who has facial dysmorphia

Okokokok two things!!

One I am once again so sorry for taking so long for getting to your ask 😭😭 same goes for everyone else who sent in requests <\3 but I got nothing going on tonight so I'll likely be knocking out asks throughout tonight!!

Second!!

Bit personal but I really didnt know there was dysmorphia that's centered around faces :0 I thought it was just body dysmorphia; and this ask kinda

Made me feel things

Not necessarily bad things but like

"Oh that's a hyper specific version of me" as someone with body dysmorphia that's very. Face centered

🧍‍♂️

Anywahs

Eeerm yeah!!

With all that being said some of this might dip into my personal experience with body dysmorphia <\3

Actually it kinda dips into a lot

It's the self projection for me

Not proofread we die like peter parker

He gets it

Kinda?

Sorta?

I mean it's not a 1:1 but

Close enough...?

I think he may have also had similar issues precollider tbh, like when he said "oh I used to be handsome by scientist standards" sounded... backhanded..

Anyways

Not the most attentive, he wont immediately catch your mood souring if you two are out and about; but he does eventually catch on if you're quiet or fidgeting

Offers you things you can fidget with to keep your hands busy; from small stress toys to rubber bands, to keep your hands busy

I know everyones different but again, self projection here

Helps especially if you mess with/tug your hair into place or pick your face at any perceived flaws

"Look at me dont look at them," when he notices you start comparing yourself to others when you're both out

Probably steps in front of you, if you're walking hes walking backwards to keep him in your view

He falls over/hj

Ah yes the mirror

Frowns

Another thing that spot would personally relate too; I believe I've mentioned somewhere in a different hc post that he tends to just

Stare and talk down to his reflection, post collider

It's a habit he probably had precollider too, but instead of his lack of face he's scrutinizing the moles and beauty marks

He never really liked his spots

But aside from sympathy when he sees you do the same he also feels

Hurt

Is this how he makes you feel when he does the same thing?

It's weird for him to be on the other end; watching you pick at your skin or teeth, sizing up every curve and crevice

He doesnt want to just go up to you and pull you away from the mirror or upright tell you to stop; nono that doesnt feel right.. it feels too.. forceful, accusatory... he doesn't want to make things worse

He'll probably try to subtly bring your attention in another direction; be it asking you what the plans for that night are, or asking for some affection

The most bold he'll get is walking up to you and gently bopping his face against you

He does his research, hes a scientist afterall

He makes sure that your shared home is a safe place to retreat to at the end of the day; his protective side outright banning anything that could potentially trigger your dysmorphia, doesn't matter what it is he's just not going to let it through the door

He never ever wants you to feel like your experiences are less than; whenever he notices a day is particularly hard hes immediately dropping everything to help and/or distract and/or comfort you

Listens diligently to what you need

He probably keeps a little notebook somewhere with notes scribbled down, along with things he knows you like and bring security

You both have feeling sessions; you both just sit down and talk, about anything really

Not necessarily vents but also not necessarily not vent but

You know

God forbid anyone ever makes you feel bad about himself

He would never... kill anyone (attempting to off miles dad aside!! I write these like. Imagining it's the time between the movies :0) but boy does he get thoughts

Literally just

Spawns a hole under them and sends them to god knows where

If you've got anything to help it, like say therapy or medications he'll make sure you keep a consistent and steady schedule with it

Insists on taking you to therapy himself

Via holes, of course

"Wait wait wait I think... I got it this time-!"

Proceeds to accidentally send yall to the top of some random building somewhere

VERY persistent about any meds, almost gets naggy with it

This is the same with any other stuff you may or may not take; other meds, vitamins, antibiotics, ect ect ect

Spot is more or less kind of. ..

I dont wanna say hes a mother hen, but asides from revenge, the thing he wants most is for you to be happy and healthy

It also kinda offers himself some reflection, because again he carries/used to carry similar behaviors; whether he had dysmorphia or not, he can see himself in you and it

Hurts

As a side note you notice his frequency in the bad self talk lowers

Gives off that "do it for her" simpsons meme, but its spot having a board of you

Figurative board of course

Maybe

I can kinda see him having some version of it actually

He just wants you to know that he loves you so so so much. He thinks himself to be the luckiest man in the world; hell in the entire multiverse, as cheesy as it sounds. Despite everything hes been through and going through, he still managed to get someone like you by his side. You give him clarity in his whirlwind of a life and he wants to let you know how grateful he is for your existence

Anyways

Yeah I dont know where I was going with this post and hcs I kinda just let my feelings and experiences talk here so <\3 normally I like to keep things like this vague so others can hopefully relate easier but

Man this topic got me

But

Yeah

I hope this is alright !! It's not often I write stuff with this sort of topic matter so I'm a lil rusty <\3

[cerealandchoccymilk]

Trigun Bookclub: Trigun Vol.1, Chapter #02

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Continuation of my Trigun annotation for the book club. I'm doing a deep-read of the Japanese original print (reread) and Overhaul 1.0 (first read) side-by-side, and writing down everything I notice from small details, version differences, translation differences, etc. (and being gay about the characters <3 always important)

Here are the beloved non-analysis sillies...

And the rest is under the cut. read my notes boy!!

[link for if the images aren't in horizontal rows]

The second page has an error - 悪夢 was probably misread as 悪魔 ("happen" and "awaken" are also the same kanji). It should be "Then, the nightmare occurred." It's really cool that this still works really well considering...y'know (not saying for the first-time readers ;) )

I just love how that drawing of Vash is so cool and serious...

...and then you turn the page and he's in the most pathetic cunty pussy-out pose you've ever seen. Easily one of my favorite panels. Also made a math question for funsies. sorry to anyone who got high school flashbacks, but I absolutely loved trigonometry lmao. I could do this forever.

A little pun(?) that may or may not be intentional - In Japanese, someone with a bounty on their head is called 賞金首, lit. "bounty neck" ("neck" sometimes signifies the entire head). The locals call out for the bounty-neck right as Vash hurt his neck lol

I love how creepy Vash moves sometimes. absolute cryptid

This is entirely a Japanese-only detail, but I really loved how Vash said バヤイ (bayai) in the sobbing in French line, because my mom also says that instead of 場合 (baai) when she's being silly lmao. Also, it's notable that in Japanese, Vash says フランセ語 ("Francé-go," where "go" is the suffix for languages) which may be either another miles->iles/double-dollar situation, or just him speaking silly like バヤイ.

Also, the line after that would more accurately be "How am I supposed to deal with all these locals?"

Here, the "Really?" is actually Meryl saying something like "I'll give you a hint."

Meryl tends to be the one responsible for the braincell in fanworks but it's important to remember that she absolutely is dumb too (affectionate).

I'm so glad I wrote that reminder about Meryl's speech, but I don't think I'll be able to do it justice here when I have so much more to talk about. I'll have to write another post later, so I'll link it when it's done. The gist is that she talks like a stereotypical high-class anime girl, and the trope is from how a similar demographic in Meiji-era Japan actually spoke.

The boy's pussy faces the world yet again. I love all the faces he makes!! look at him!!!!!!!!!!! he's so cute

The text on the board here was very messy and squished, but it says something like "Vash the Stampede Absolute Capture Task Force Headquarters." Honestly don't know how to fit all that into the board though so uh good luck on that for 2.0... Also dear god Vash has so much energy... He's just been running for 3 hours straight...!!

Fun fact: the equivalent idiom to "fight fire with fire" in Japanese is "use poison on poison."

Love how Nebraska is just like "no we didn't jailbreak, we just let ourselves out :/"

Translation error for Milly and the chairman - Milly is saying "Why do things keep getting worse and worse!?" and the chairman is mumbling "What's the deal with you two..."

Showing some love for his pretty pretty eyes..........(gives him so many smooches in my head)("i can imagine anything" image)(can't add it because i reached the 30 image limit)

The "Freeze!" is actually untranslated, just re-typed to match the surrounding font. Also, that panel is the first time Vash's antennae is shown bent!! It goes back up immediately after that though.

Fun fact #2. Vash says ara ara. if you even care.

This line never fails to hit me hard. They're all desperate mothers and sisters, and they're taking on the bad role because nothing's more important than their dear children. (reminds me of a certain someone...)

I've seen someone mention this before, but Trimax definitely adjusted the number of plants. Fifty!?!? Also, in Japanese, "plants" and "died" were in quotations.

I love the gun pull in the right panel. Vash obviously definitely doesn't intend on shooting, but is rather showing off his skill and resolve as an intimidation tactic to throw the girls off-guard.

God this entire spread is just so RAW.... (here's the post that's mentioned in blue. it just reminded me)

Some more hypes and sillies. The impact that "KISS MY ASS!!" had on my first read was phenomenal!! It's so silly!! and cool!!!

And then there's this!! Another favorite part of mine. Vash's antennae are bent again! They kind of alternate between straight and bent from here.

The green writing about the onomatopoea are more of just a translation note rather than a suggestion. I can't think of any good beckoning noises in English :V

And finally, Milly calls "Mr. Bomb" "Bomb-kun" in Japanese which I think yall would enjoy lol. And happy strangling her saturday tuesday.

The Japanese version of the annotations are in the reblogs, if anyone wants them.

I have Chapter #03 mostly ready, so I'll probably post it tomorrow morning and try to speedrun the rest of the chapters because this is taking longer than I expected!! God there's just so much to say!! (Also gotta remember to write about Meryl's speech!!)

And thank yall so much for the feedback on the Chapters #00-01 post!! I didn't know so many people were interested in such small details!! Love (and peace) yall 🫶🤞

[skitskatdacat63]

catie let’s discuss vettonso headcanons what are ur favs

*sends you to my vettonso tag* shsjkdkf kidding kidding, but wah this is so weirdly hard to answer despite the fact that I think about them literally every day of my life, ig they're just kinda intrinsic to me 😭 but I'll try my best!

I think Fernando really resented Seb for a while, especially during the championship fight years, and originally was very unhappy when Seb then went on to take his Ferrari seat away from him too. But then while he was gone from f1, he kept track of f1 still and realized Seb was going through the same ferrari bs and pain and failure to realize your childhood dream that he himself went through, and he then softened on Seb.

I find them literally to be the same person(but their narratives are offset.) And I think that's a big reason why they never really became friends, they're *too* similar to the point where it annoys each other too much fhfkkff Especially bcs theyre always ahead of one another in the narrative(fernando won his wdc before, fernando is in ferrari before Seb, seb is in Aston before Fernando, etc.) It's just weird to kinda witness someone that's so similar to you, but at a past stage in your life.

They would be the best and most annoying teammates ever. I think they'd both just constantly try to out-compete each other, and maybe it would be toxic back in the day and make the team fall apart like 2007 mclaren or martian rbr, but if it happened at Aston, I think it would actually make the team stronger and the car better. Like fighting for "who can give the best feedback" "who can do the most sim time" etc etc, I think it'd be really sweet 🥹🥹 I just imagine them making post-race debriefs last like 5 hours, except everyone else snuck out of the room at the hour mark, and they've just been debating abt the telemetry at each other, cause they only have eyes for each other <3

^ but yeah seriously think they have the type of competition that could bring each other together, not drive each other apart. Especially at their softened old man age. I guess I think, being forced into such close quarters with each other, they'd be able to realize how similar they are. Bcs otherwise it's just too easy for them to avoid each other. I mean I think a lot about the japan 2023 pics, them talking over the car that was practically the product of their joint effort, and that makes me so emotional 🤧

They absolutely love irritating each other, irs like a sport. I like to think though that Seb kept doing it soooo much pre-Fernando first retirement, and Fernando was always like 😐 just sooooo done with it, and often unwilling to fully play along. I love how seemingly Seb is one of the only ones who can kinda make his mask break, and have him show full annoyance. Like think about the "you must leave the space" clip, Fernando is sooooo annoyed, its just so funny. But yeah I love how Seb kinda forces Fernando in a way most others don't, if that makes sense? And then he comes back, rejuvenated, different mindset, and is suddenly willing to play along??? And now Seb is the tired one :( but Fernando has realized all he was blocking out before, and is willing to engage :,) BUT YEAH! see again, think about the fact that Seb literally paid a fee to not listen to Fernando talk. Mutually they are the only ones that annoy the other so much that they crack to that point, and I love it seemingly swapped over time. They're just such equals in that way.

Here's the interesting thing, I find them to be mirrors, right? I think like if they met each other when each were at the same place in their career(i.e. ferrari Fernando with ferrari seb, renault wdc fernando with rbr wdc seb), I think they'd have a better chance of getting along. Cause they understand where the other is at deeply, but the way it is in real life makes it so they're at different points and suddenly are at odds with each other. Ig that's why I wish we got them as teammates at Aston! It was pretty cute with alpine fernando x aston seb, but ah man if only we got the actual "conclusion", I would have loved to see what they'd be like when genuinely in the same parts of their career together. I think a lot about timeswap AUs I guess. Like both of them at ferrari being able to commiserate together, their wdc selves bragging about how many races they won(until they find out who the other had to beat to become wdc, and then they choke each other out.)

Me: ill try!!!

Also me: six paragraphs

Though I think if you asked me abt one of my AUs, I could come up with more than just daydreaming about their dynamic sjfkkg. Hope this was what you were asking for???? Also lmk, what are your favs!!!

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

"Hyde" your feelings, part 4

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem Student! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Hyde things, strong language, dark themes

Word count: 3,143

Summary: Laurel was discovered by Wednesday, and she needs your help to take her to the crypt.

N/A: People asked me to continue this series. You can read the previous chapters here: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Sorry about the language mistakes. Tomorrow I'll post a different One shot. Tell me if you want this series to continue.

The situation had taken an overly dramatic turn. Apparently Wednesday had discovered you, and Laurel too. You received orders to wait for her at the train station, and kidnap her. She never showed up. After spending almost 2 hours waiting, you received a call from your mistress, telling you to go immediately to Nevermore. Upon arriving there, you ran to the conservatory, to find Laurel holding a shovel, in front of two bodies on the ground. One was Principal Weems, and the other was Wednesday.

“(Y/N), you've finally arrived,” she told you, smiling at you, approaching you.

You stayed still to receive a quick kiss from your mistress and lover. Without her glasses, her gaze seemed even darker, as if she were a different person entirely. You didn't care at all. You liked any facet of her.

“It's been a disaster. The little brat has discovered me, and she has brought Larissa to make me confess.” she explained to you, looking at the two figures on the ground.

“Has she made you confess?” You asked timidly, evaluating the state they were in.

“Yes, Weems has pretended to be you,” she said, gently tapping the director's body with her foot. You widened your eyes in surprise.

“She discovered herself when I leaned in to kiss her. That damn witch, she didn't know how to make me kiss her, huh?” she said mischievously.

You looked at Weems, motionless on the ground. You swallowed, wondering to yourself if she was still alive.

“Oh, my girl, do you want to know if I killed her?” Laurel asked, reading your mind, as always. You nodded, not sure if you really wanted to know. “No honey, she's not dead, yet.”

You sighed with relief upon learning that fact. It had always been you who had done her dirty work. Imagining your mistress killing caused you a certain disturbance, as if your Hyde nature chastised you for serving your mistress properly. A snap in front of your eyes snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Don't just stand there. Take the brat and let's go to the crypt.”

It was a simple command, so your body just moved again. Turning her over, you discovered a bleeding wound on her head. It didn't take you long to relate concepts: shovel, head, wound. You swallowed hard and picked her up, getting up, leaving the unconscious principal behind. You weren't a monster, at least not completely. During the last months you had strengthened a strong bond of friendship with that girl, you even got to kiss her after that movie. When she discovered your secret the day after, she ran off, and she even tried to torture you to get information out of you. You didn't say anything, not even under her threats. You could never give Laurel away, disappoint her. It was physically and biologically impossible for you.

But she had been your friend after all, a good friend, even more. Seeing her unconscious, injured, wasn't exactly comfortable for you. Laurel seemed to take notice of your state of mind. And she came closer with a firm step.

“What are you thinking about, (Y/N)?” She asked you, looking at the young woman in your arms. “Do you feel sorry for your little girlfriend?”

You knew she was possessive, very possessive, and dangerously jealous, especially after that movie night in the crypt.

You shook your head, not making eye contact with your mistress.

“How can you keep lying to me after everything I've done for you?” Her words were sharp. Time was playing against her, and that was bad for her character, very bad for her.

“I…I…” you stammered. “It's not what you think… She… She was my friend.”

“Your friend, (Y/N)? She was never your friend, you little idiot. She is like all the outcasts. She is scum. Don't you remember that it was her father who ended the life of my dear brother? That they are the culprit of my entire family death?”

“Yes”

You knew the real story, what really happened. Garrett Gates accidentally poisoned himself, trying to kill everyone living at Nevermore, on the orders of his father. But you didn't want to contradict your mistress, you didn't dare even try.

“Well, stop complaining and let's go to the car, we don't have time to lose,” she said, pointing to the door.

The journey to the crypt was silent. You held the brunette in your arms, who didn't seem to want to wake up. But she at least she was breathing.

“Here, (Y/N), hang her on that hook there,” she ordered, paying no attention to you. You obeyed without wasting time, leaving the young woman hanging from there. You looked at her for a moment and took a few steps back.

“Very well, (Y/N), now come here, mommy wants to talk to you,” she told you, making a gesture with her hand.

As if you were a robot, you walked towards your mistress almost without blinking.

“That's it, my love,” she said, caressing your cheek. You stood still in front of her, not moving a muscle. She didn't like your passivity, her face told you so.

“Aren't you going to give me even a kiss, (Y/N)?” She asked, humming. You leaned in a bit, not quite sure. She hadn't given you an order, that's why you hesitated. Laurel was to you almost like a goddess. If you weren't a Hyde, you would too.

Shyly you put your lips on hers. In the middle of the kiss, you felt how her lips curved into a satisfied smile. You wanted to continue, but Laurel put a hand on your chest to stop you.

“Enough. We have to talk,” she said, hardening her tone. You emitted a small groan of helplessness. “My plan is about to be carried out, everything is already prepared. You did a great job, (Y/N). Without you none of this would be possible.” She took a syringe out of her pocket and showed it to you. You instantly recognized the liquid it contained. It was the one in the jar that she showed you the day before in the conservatory, the one she said would free you from slavery.

You watched it cautiously. Although she had convinced you that night, the small shadow of suspicion was still hidden deep inside you.

A sound of shaking chains interrupted what would be your death, or your rebirth. Wednesday had awoken, and was moving awkwardly, struggling against her restraints.

Laurel put the syringe out of the way, pulling you out of your thoughts, and nodded toward Wednesday, signaling you to come over to her.

You did so reluctantly, standing right in front of the young woman, who was fighting her own eyelids.

“(Y/N),” she said when she seemed to regain some consciousness. Her look was furious, cold, but not like it used to be, it was actually cold.

“I'm sorry, Wednesday,” you said, keeping an impartial look, which was the one that really showed your deep and true feelings.

“Of course my first kiss would be to a dangerous murderer, I couldn't ask for less,” she hissed at you.

Laurel seemed busy moving some jars around the black sarcophagus, and she wasn't paying attention to your conversation.

“You never felt anything for me, right?” She asked. You could almost sense a subtle tone of spite in her words. Laurel heard that, and she quickly stopped what she was doing to look up at you, crossing her arms.

“No.” You answered sincerely, bowing your head. Laurel walked over, very interested in the conversation.

“Of course, all your love is only for your mistress…” She said narrowing her eyes. You didn't answer. Laurel smiled wickedly.

"Of course I do." The redhead finally said, challenging Wednesday. -Isn't that true, (Y/N)?

You nodded, keeping your gaze cool. Laurel moved behind you, grabbing  your waist and resting her chin on your shoulder. The chains shook again, this time more furiously.

“She doesn't love you, (Y/N), she's just using you,” she told you in a grim way.

Laurel laughed into your shoulder and kissed your neck. You didn't move, you just let yourself to be done, closing your eyes.

“(Y/N) would do anything for me,” she hissed.

“Of course, a Hyde owes allegiance to its master. But don't fool yourself, (Y/N), she just takes advantage of you. When she no longer needs you, she will kill you.”

“That's not true,” you said, shaking your head.

“Of course it's not true, honey. Don't pay attention to this brat, she's probably jealous that you prefer me,” she whispered to you, brushing aside a lock of your hair.

Wednesday looked at you with a look that you couldn't decipher and then she looked at your mistress.

“You are disgusting,” Wednesday told her with a dark voice.

Laurel moved away from you and went to the brunette, roughly grabbing her jacket.

“Shut your fucking mouth. You are not in a position to speak to me in that tone,” she said, releasing you when she finished the sentence.

“(Y/N).�� The brunette turned to you again. “I've been reading about the Hydes. You are totally at her mercy. You will believe anything she tells you.”

“I'm sorry, but I love her,” you said and back off a bit.

“She doesn't feel the same.” Wednesday answered you.

“That's enough.” Laurel caught up Wednesday by her jacket and looked at you.

“(Y/N), go over there and sit down,” she ordered, pointing to a small stool in front of the sarcophagus.

“Yes, (Y/N), listen to your mistress, be a good Hyde,” the brunette told you, dragging her words.

You obeyed and stared at Laurel and Wednesday. They were talking, but you couldn't hear what they were saying. At one point, Laurel seemed to plunge something into the brunette's neck, causing her to fall unconscious again. The redhead looked at you.

“Come here,” she ordered, dryly.

You got up and went there.

“Get her down from there, she's not a danger to anyone now,” she told you, crossing her arms.

You picked up Wednesday and pulled her off that hook, picking her up on your arms again.

"Leave her there," she told you, pointing to the floor of the crypt.

You nodded and left the young woman on the floor, leaning against a wall. You looked at her carefully, looking for signs of life.

“The blood moon is still missing, I've only put her to sleep,” Laurel said with a nervous voice. “You're starting to wear out my patience, (Y/N).”

You looked at her, scared. You had no idea what you could have done now to upset your mistress this time.

“What, what have I done now?” You asked.

“You've been worried about that brat all night,” she told you. Her tone did not bode well. “Did you lie when you told me that you only loved me?”

“No, I wasn't lying, I only love you,” you said.

“I don't believe you, (Y/N).”

You shook your head. Laurel was extremely possessive. Any feeling of weakness for someone other than her would be understood as a betrayal.

“Tell me, (Y/N), what has she done to you? Did she do the same things to you as I do?” She asked, pretending to feel hurt.

“No, I haven't done anything with her, I’m telling you the truth,” you said, trying to finish that conversation.

“Why are you so worried about her?” she asked, gripping your chin in a firmly way.

“I'm just nervous, someone could discover us and…” You whispered, looking around her.

“No one is going to discover us, (Y/N). Come on, honey, relax. You're here with me, and nothing will happen to you.” Her tone softened, as she pulled you into a comforting hug.

You clung to her, in a pathetically desperate way. You were very scared by everything that was happening, and everything that was going to happen. You didn't want to tell her that Wednesday was your best friend again, and that you didn't want the young Addams to suffer.

“Shh, my girl, everything will end soon and we can live happily together,” she whispered to you, swaying next to you. “Come here, honey, mommy is going to relax you a bit,” she said, grabbing your wrist and leading you to the middle of the room.

She sat you on the ground and crouched down in front of you, kissing you tenderly. Those kisses completely overrode your will, and you knew it had nothing to do with your inner monster. Your heart began to pound and you timidly opened your eyes to look at your unconscious friend on the ground. It wasn't the most comfortable situation for you.

Laurel gently pushed you until your back was on the ground. Once lying down, the redhead climbed on top of you, continuing to kiss you.

“What a good girl you are. You’re so worried about that stupid brat. I can't imagine a better Hyde. I've been so lucky with you…”she said between gasps, unbuttoning your shirt.

“Do you love me?” You asked. Wednesday's comments fed the doubts you had buried deep in the back of your thoughts.

Laurel stopped and straightened her back, looking at you with dark eyes.

“Are you still doubting about me?" she asked, running a hand over your chest. “After all we've been through?” After I spent hours making the compound that can set you free? Is this how you thank me? Doubting of me?” Her tone was childish and perverse in equal measure.

You shook your head, raising your arms to touch her. She pushed them away violently.

“Poor silly girl. Doubting the person who loves her the most in this world. Maybe you don't deserve to be released, nor to live with me,” she said, caressing your leg.

“No, please. I love you. I promise I will never doubt you again. Please, I need you…” you gasped, noticing her hand caressing your crotch over the fabric of your pants.

“Do You need me? Do you need mommy to show you how much she loves you?” she asked, unbuttoning your pants.

You nodded, feeling a tear run down your cheek. Laurel smiled sinisterly, leaning back toward you.

“I like it that way…” She sighed, putting her hand inside the fabric.

You decided not to think about it anymore and let yourself go. Maybe you needed to relax a bit. With a couple of quick movements, both your pants and your underwear disappeared. The redhead's hand caressed you in a very intense way, causing cramps throughout your body.

“Anyone would say that I don't take care of you, you're so wet,” she gasped in your ear, slowly introducing her fingers into you.

The circumstances you were in were weird to you. Not even having an unconscious Wednesday within walking distance prevented you from enjoying her movements. Your moans began to fill that sinister crypt.

“That's it… relax my girl, let mommy take care of you…” She whispered, increasing her pace.

It was amazing to you how Laurel managed to make your worries disappear. For a moment you thought about rejecting the injection and following her orders forever, fearing that once your Hyde instincts were blocked, you wouldn't feel the same sensations that her caresses and her way of making love to you caused in your body.

“I, I think, I think I'm going to…” You moaned, feeling that you couldn't take so much pleasure anymore.

“So fast? Do you like how mommy fucks you so much that you gonna cum in such a short time?” She asked, clearly enjoying your weakness.

“Can I….? Please?” You begged, fearing that she would make you suffer.

“Of course, honey,” she said, satisfied, touching you in the way she knew you couldn't take anymore.

After several quick moans, you broke free, arching your back. Little by little you caught your breath. You no longer had doubts, at least for a while longer. You saw the girl lying on the ground and quickly got up on the ground.

Laurel knelt down and looked at the same spot as you, shaking her head.

“It's a pity that she couldn't see the way you were enjoying my touch, don't you think?” She asked you. You didn't answer, just moved to pull your pants up again.

The redhead smiled at you and she bit her lip.

“And now what do I do? You've turned me on so much…” She said, unbuttoning her blue jumpsuit, leaning back on the ground.

You looked at the unconscious young woman for the last time, and you approached your mistress, ready to make her enjoy like she did to you.

“Where are you going, honey?” she asked, stopping you.

“I, I thought that…” You stammered.

Laurel laughed sinisterly as she continued to undress.

“No, my love. You have not behaved well, and I will have to punish you. Stay still, and look at me,” she ordered you.

You obeyed automatically, staying frozen in place.

As she opened her shirt, she ran a hand suggestively across her chest, looking up at you.

“You like this, right?” She asked you.

You couldn't move, she had ordered you to stay still. And you would do that, even if your insides screamed to be able to touch her.

Once she took off her bottoms, she spread her legs apart, to give you a better view. Biting her lip, she began to caress herself, throwing her head back, and emitting discreet moans.

You were completely glued to the ground, unable to take your eyes off her. At least you could talk.

“Please, I, I can do it,” you murmured, contemplating your mistress, enjoying her own touch.

“No honey, not this time. You have to learn that your mistakes have consequences,” she told you between gasps, inserting two fingers inside her.

You looked stunned, and you noticed how the excitement took over you again. Laurel kept a steady pace, grabbing one of her breasts, knowing what you suffered for being the one to give her that pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, (Y/N), mommy is having so much fun,” she moaned, being aware of how bad you were having.

“I love you,” you sighed, unable to do anything else.

“Ahh, I know, honey,” she said, shuffling more. You recognized those kinds of moves. She was close

After a few more movements, her back arched, and a loud moan echoed off the stone walls.

She smiled at you, not taking too long to get dressed again.

“Get up, (Y/N),”she told you, doing up her buttons.

You did it, trembling.

“Now, go to the boat and wait for me there. Mommy will join you when it's done.”

You nodded automatically and your feet began to move on their own.

“One last thing, (Y/N),” she told you, stopping you dead. “Don't doubt me again, or you won't come with me.”

[lil-melody-moon]

Hello Mel! I hope you’re doing well 🥰 I’ve seen that you reblogged the album ask thingy. I’m not sure if I have to give you the name of the album and a number or just the album and you answer all of the questions. So, If it’s not too much to ask, can you answer all of the 10 questions about Quadrophenia? I know how much you love that album and I’d like to know your thoughts on that one❤️ Also, you know how much I love to see your posts talking about the music you love hehe. Love ya <3

Hello, I've been doing so so but thank you for asking <3

The thing for it is to give a name for the album and some numbers, but what you ask for is perfect! I was hoping for someone to asking about "Quadrophenia", thank you that it was you! So without further ado.

1. Favourite and least favourite track?

Oh Gosh this will be difficult.

"5:15" is my favorite track of the whole album because of a few things. First being the fact that this was the first song I heard from this album. Funny story, mom wrote down a Depeche Mode song called "Little 15" and she wrote that it is a The Who song so I typed it in and "5:15" came up so we've listened. Mom didn't like it very much, but I fucking vibed - you can imagine my sheer surprise when I've found the album where this song was. Also, The Who's compilation CD I have has three tracks from "Quadrophenia" and "5:15" is one of them. Those three are never played quietly on dad's stereo system, never.

Now to the least favorite I actually don't know if I have one like that. I literally love every track on this album, but maybe I'll go with "I Am The Sea" because it's only an ambient of waves - which is very nice as an opening, considering how the story on album opens with "The Real Me", but ya know. Almost no music.

2. Side A or B? (for later releases: first half or second half; for doubles: A, B, C or D?)

This is a double so I have to choose between C and D - A and B are good too, but the rest of the tracks after "5:15" my beloved <3

And I think I'll go with C so that would include: "5:15", "Sea and Sand", "Drowned" and "Bell Boy". There's just something in those tracks that makes me get lost in music each time I hear them. I'm always missing the point where "Sea and Sand" ends and "Drowned" starts. Either it's so smoothly going from one to the other or I'm just so lost between notes. Plus there's "Bell Boy" come on, how could I not pick this side? XD

3. Thoughts on the cover art/packaging?

Just look at this beauty! Washed from colors, depressing with only Jimmy on the cover while the rest of the band is seen in the side mirrors. The cover speaks for itself. The first time I saw it I just felt I was up to listen to something good and damn, I wasn't wrong. I love the cover so much that I would be glad to have it as a poster in my room. I'm not joking, I even saw a similar big flag to buy and if I had money and space in my room for it, I would buy it - this album is my religion <3

4. Are any of the tracks important/meaningful to you? Why?

Oh God, the whole album is important, but if I have to narrow it to a few songs... I will talk about very personal stuff here.

"Cut My Hair" Now this is like an opening track to the beginning of the story, to see how Jimmy feels emotionally, but the tone and the entire setting of how his life looked, now that is what brought my attention right from the beginning. The guy just doesn't fit in, feels like an outcast and this verse right there:

Why do I have to be different to them? Just to earn the respect of a dance hall friend Have the same old row again and again Why do I have to move with a crowd Of kids that hardly notice I'm around? I work myself to death just to fit in

It reminds me of my days when i tried to fit in the society I live in. Now, I literally don't care how other see me, but I can see that with my clothing, interests, way of thinking I just don't fit in and I probably never will. But I gave up on "moving with a crowd" long time ago. And from here, my dear friend, things started rolling.

"I'm One"

This one is a simple matter, first verse bringing this in:

Every year is the same And I feel it again I'm a loser - no chance to win Leaves start falling Come down is calling Loneliness starts sinking in

Describing the loneliness Jimmy feels is very personal. I might not show it, but I'm a really lonely person, not being able to find the second half, searching for some understanding on that matter. I have the luck to have my mom who understands me because she was going through the same, but ya know. It ain't the same as having a boyfriend. Plus I just love how the last three lines of lyrics in this verse creates that autumn vibe <3

"Drowned"

Just because of the general tone and a call for freedom. The only ones truly free in this world are birds, we as humans are not. This chorus:

Let me flow into the ocean Let me get back to the sea Let me be stormy, let me be calm Let the tide in and set me free

Speaks exactly about it. Just to be free as the ocean's waves, it just sounds so nice <3

"Love Reign O'er Me"

I see this song as a call/prayer for love, for some understanding and affection. On top of that, it's also the emotional conclusion of the whole story, chaotic one, but so good to listen to every time. I think the most beautiful verse in this song is this one:

Only love can bring the rain That makes you yearn to the sky Only love can bring the rain That falls like tears from on high

I had the luck to discover this album and get first stage obsessed with it after watching a documentary talking about Keith Moon's death. I had the luck to fall in love with this song at that time and this verse which I quote here is exactly how I felt back then about it. Doesn't mean I feel differently about this song now, oh no, actually this song is the most meaningful to me from the few I've mentioned. I will sound insane now, but lonely heart searches for replacements and mine found such a one in this lunatic. Yep, I'm in love with Keith Moon. Can't help it, just like I can't help it but connect this song somehow to this weird situation.

5. When did you first hear the album?

UMN... September last year, I'm sure of it. Second The Who album I've listened to, wait a bit. ...23rd of September actually (month after Keith's birthday, can my discovering of The Who and him somehow become even more weird?). I had this album wrote down to listen to later after discovering "5:15" by accident as I've described above. I remember this day clearly.

I was fresh after lunch, excited actually just by seeing the cover. Listened to it once and then it went on repeat. I had to listen to it three times to have enough for one day. And it played for the entire week without breaks. This was just the beginning of my obsession with it tho XD

6. Have your thoughts on the album changed since you first heard it?

Yep they did. From first: "This is great" to the now "Favorite album of the 70s" I had like three stages with this one.

First stage obsession was the first week that it played each day.

Then came the second stage at the beginning of this year, just after I've watched the movie.

To then come to the third stage when I'm playing this album whenever I feel bad or songs from it are stuck in my head. A religion, you should understand XD

7. Are you a fan of other works by the artist/in the genre?

Of course! I will not rank The Who's albums here, but every single one of them has something good in it. Every single one is somehow different. I don't know how did they pull this off, but they did and OH am I so glad for that!

Also, I can kind of call myself a fan of Pete Townshend, especially if it comes to lyrics, I fucking adore how he writes and honestly I can't wait to have free time to get to his solo albums <3

8. A lyric you like from the album

I actually talked about this one in The Who ask, but here, a fragment from "Bell Boy":

Some nights I still sleep on the beach Remember when stars were in reach Then I wander in early to work Spend my day licking boots for my perks

Love Keith's soft voice in this one, I adore it. There are no words that could describe what I feel when I hear him there.

9. How did you discover the album?

Like I've said, through my mom's mistake, but it was a day after I've listened to "Who's Next" that I went to see other songs by The Who and "5:15" started playing randomly. I recognized it immediately and I wrote down the name of the album, just to give it a listen a few days later.

10. Do you own/would you like to own a physical copy of the album?

I don't own a physical copy of it, but I want it, I really want it at home. It's as important to me as getting "Help!" and "Abbey Road" by The Beatles and those two were a must at home. Same with "Waiting for the Sun" by The Doors. All three mentioned are at home already, "Quadrophenia" has to be here as well.

But I will say this. I will feel sorry for my neighbors once I get it. I can't play the three tracks quietly, let alone the entire album XD

[luniidae]

~ A Fire Within ~

Chapitre VI

TW: Violence, blood (well, I guess it was obvious with this illustration)

Note: Well, it is 3:00am here, I'm so tired but I could not wait to post this new chapter 😂

Anyway, it is possible to feel like the events come and go pretty quickly and I'm sorry for that.

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The next one would come quick... And the morbid masquerade would start again. The same room, the same tools, the same pain, the same tormentor....

"Listen here, pipsqueak, the sooner you let me do, the sooner I'll be done with you", the minion growled while they were trying to hold the girl in place. But this pliers... This damn pliers made her suffer so much. A simple touch on her horns was enough to make her wince, as they got very sensitive over the time.

Luvia was full of apprehension... She had thought about this moment for weeks, but now, she felt overcome by a wave of doubts and fear. She wanted to get rid of the Lackey, but.... What would come next ?

She had imagined so many scenarios, however, she would have never thought about what would happen.

"There’s no point making so much fuss about it,” they added in a condescending and reproachful tone as the tool gripped the horn. That was so painful.

But Luvia had enough, she had endured this for 7 years already. She was ready to fight back, but a loud noise suddenly echoed within the House, and the agitation seemed to take over the corridors. The two of them stayed still to listen to what was going on, but the young girl didn't waste her time on this detail.  That was it, that was her moment, the Lackey was no longer paying attention to her. 

She tried to escape but they firmly maintained her, tightening the pliers as hard as they could, which made her scream.

The Lackey expected her to "calm" her down for good, but it made things worse.

Indeed, Luvia started to struggle violently, externalizing all of her rage, and she managed to break free from their grip. She didn't notice that her horn just got ripped off in the process, making her blood dropped all over her face. In the heat of the moment, she also disfigured the Lackey with her last horn, making them step back for good. And while they were screaming in pain, holding their face in their hands, the young girl rushed to the door.

Once she was outside, and despite her blurry vision, Luvia could notice the chaos in the corridors. The House of Hope was in fire and several of the debtors turned into infernal creatures and were running about, looking for something... Or someone. But there was no time to think about it now. Disoriented by the pain and the blood in her eyes, Luvia started to run away without knowing where to go. Her heart was beating wildly in her ears.

Her run was stopped when she collided with something which caused her to fall backwards. She blinked several times to try to see what was standing in front of her, and once she adjusted her vision, she recognized Raphael.

Luvia couldn't describe the expression on his face, but what was certain was that his eyes were filled with only one thing: fury.

"What the....", he started. 

He firmly caught the young girl's arm to put her on her feet. It was almost scary to see how it had been easy for him to lift her off the ground like a doll. 

"Can you tell me what is going on ?", he asked angrily.

But Luvia couldn't answer... She didn't know, unless he was talking about her appearance. At the very same moment, Korilla arrived and froze when she saw the Dracanist's bloody face. 

"Take her somewhere safe", Raphael said to the dwarf.

Korilla made appears a portal and took Luvia with her through it. They were now in a place that the young girl never seen. The decorations were slightly different from the House of Hope's, but at least, there were no flames or cries...

"You're safe here", Korilla said, "This place had been created especially for this kind of "occasion".... But to be honest, I wouldn't have thought we would need it someday".

Luvia stared at the paintings, the furnitures, the carpets... Everything was well decorated as always... But her contemplation were interrupted by a searing pain in her head. She fell on her knees while she was holding her face. 

"We need to take care of this", she looked for something in her bag, "Drink this, it will reduce the pain", she said while she was handing a purple potion. Luvia drank the content of the bottle so fast that she almost choked herself. 

Once the pain was less intense, Korilla helped Luvia to stand up.

"Take a seat", she said, showing her a chair nearby. Once in place, she examined the girl's head. An entire piece of horn had been ripped off, and it remained almost nothing from the base. Some pieces of skin were missing at some places too. It wasn't surprising for her to suffer so much, she thought. 

The woman prepared everything she needed to take care of the injury.

"Tell me, how this happened ?", the dwarf asked while she was cleaning Luvia's wound. 

The young girl hesitated... She knew that she did something "wrong", but at the same time, it wasn't wrong to her. And she couldn't handle it any longer anyway.

"I tried to run away...", she finally answered.

"Hm.... ? From the House ?"

"No no", she added quickly, "I just wanted them to stop hurting me".

Korilla said nothing, but she felt a bit sad for her. She remembered the time she found her in Neverwinter. She was so tiny, so fragile... Sitting on a rooftop in the darkness. It had been 8 years already that Luvia had joined the House of Hope. Now she was a pretty young girl... 

After a few minutes, her wound was cleaned and cared for, and she had no longer any trace of blood on her face.

"Thank you, Korilla...", she said shyly.

The dwarf kissed her forehead.

"Be careful... Now, it is time for you to rest. You won't be back home before tomorrow"

"You're not staying with me ?", Luvia asked, a bit nervous. 

"I need to help Raphael to bring back some order in this mess... I'll be back soon, I promise. Now rest"

Luvia headed to a bed nearby while Korilla was creating a new portal leading to the House of Hope. The young girl wasn't very pleased to be all by herself, but it was nothing but a matter of time, she thought...

The next day....

"It's time to go", Korilla said, and Luvia quickly followed her through a new portal to their home. She couldn't wait to see Raphael, to know if he was alright, if everything was alright. She still was wondering what happened the day before... Anyways, the House of Hope seemed to be back to normal, majestic and radiant, as always. 

Luvia's head was still a bit painful, and even if that was tempting, she avoided to touch it. Also, everything seemed oddly calm ... It was almost disturbing. As the two women were going through the corridors, Korilla stopped a moment and faced Luvia.

"First things first... Raphael may be still in a terrible mood. So keep a low profil, got it ?"

She almost looked worried... Luvia nodded. And speak of the devil.... She could suddenly hear heavy footsteps from the distance... She knew them well, but they weren't usually toward her. Except this time. 

And in fact, Raphael had not recovered from the tumult of the day before, and he was still just as furious. And for good reason: Enver had fled, and his action had brought chaos into HIS home, which was something he particularly hated. 

However, Luvia didn't understand why he seemed so angry at her. 

"Can you tell me what happened to your Lackey...", he asked.

"... Nothing special"

But the cambion frowned even harder and suddenly slapped her. A slap. Not a greeting, not a kind word.... A slap. That was apparently all she'd get for now.

Luvia stepped back under the chock of the gesture and held her left painful cheek. Korilla's eyes widened and she seemed about to say something, but Raphael signaled her to be quiet and leave them alone. And so she did without insisting.

The dwarf opened another portal and looked back at Luvia before leaving, a concerned look on her face. 

Luvia and Raphael were now all by themselves, and the young girl, vexed, stared at Raphael straight in the eyes. 

"Don't you dare disrespect me with such a look, young lady. I found your Lackey and their mutilated face...I usually appreciate the artistic expressions. This missing eye was a good choice of yours. But it is NOT how things were supposed to be going. So I ask you again and it will be the last time: What.Happened.Yesterday ?" 

Luvia could feel the anger growing within her. How could he be so insensitive ?

"They were hurting me", she answered, trying to containt her feelings.

"That is not an excuse, little mouse"

"This is not an excuse indeed, I'm tired of this ! I'm tired of enduring such a treatment for gods know why. I don't want to do this anymore... Nevermore. You told me I was helping people this way, but you know what ? I don't care anymore !."

Her voice trembled in a mix of displeasure and despair. 

Raphael seemed still furious. He hated to remember the state he found his House of Hope, but it seemed that he hated even more to see her "daughter" fight back.

"Oh I'm sorry, did you think you had the choice ? You should sincerely consider to stay obedient, for your own sake. You're far more useful and less annoying when you're not complaining about nothing."

"I'M NOT YOURS TO USE !", she screamed as Raphael's eyes widened...

With a glint of fury...

To Be Continued...

Bonus: Full version

[deblklesb]

CAN U PLSS WRITE MORE CAMGIRL or (pornstar 😜) ABBY AND READER IM BEGGING PLSSS

NO CUS i was actually (🤓☝🏾) planning to write a full oneshot about them BUT i guess I'll just throw stuff here and see where i get 🚶🏾‍♀️

(a/n: i'm writing this for like 3 hours now and this turned out to be a full oneshot i guess..... tell me if y'all want me to continue/post more of this au!! I'll tag "au camgirl!abby x camgirl!reader on both parts so y'all can find it)

[(MDNI), fluff, casual hanging out, descriptions of a explicit video, some sexual content later]

reblogs are highly appreciated!

After the first collaboration, the side of the internet that knew you both was set on fire. Your inbox was overflowing and you did the usual: stepped back a little until the notifications slowed down and you could answer messages or look over them to say stuff in the next casual livestream you did every two weeks.

But here is the thing: you couldn't get Abby out of your head. And you understood it wasn't like the other collaborations you did before, because later that day she actually texted you and on top of that you felt a different glee inside.

Abby: my inbox is so full I'll probably never be able to se all the messages

You: tell me about it! same here

Abby: i was actually stretching a little. think you marked by back forever with your nails (and they're not long)

You: sorry 😅

You: but hey... that's good, ppl will know how good you fucked me

Abby: i think ppl have a lil more than some scratches on my back to realize that

Abby: and i sure have those, a video, and some good sweet memories to get off

Maybe you'd become good friends, you thought. Abby was actually a very nice woman, funny and good to be around. You hoped you could keep in touch.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

"Oh my fucking God, Abby", you moaned with a sigh, eyes closed to properly enjoy that delicious sensation filling your body right now.

The way your body was feeling warm and almost too self-conscious about the things around.

All due to the tasteful hot chocolate making you almost alive again.

"Guess I can make you moan in other ways then", she smirked, getting a punch in the arm next. "Getting too bold for my taste", the blonde sat next to you on the bed, pulling the duvet to cover you both.

The rainy day was perfect to watch some movies and hang out lazily on the bed, and Abby immediately accepted your invitation. After a week or so just texting, you felt like you both could do some hanging out, right? (It had absolutely nothing to do with you craving being with her again)

"Oh right, why don't you come and put me in my place?", you chuckled, finally setting the TV.

"Honestly today it's too cold, let's watch the movie and see what happens later"

You hummed, two hands on the mug enjoying the heat spreading through your palms.

Abby was one of the most chill persons you'd known, and the moment was heartwarming and comfortable. After finishing the hot chocolates, you put the mugs on the side table. Then you widen your eyes with the feeling of a strong arm wrapping your waist, a strong body closer to yours as your face, for whatever reason, heats up.

"Is this okay?", her voice sounds good against your flesh, face resting on your chest. Abby is snuggling you and it feels good. Too good.

"Yeah, totally", you put your arm around her shoulders.

During the whole movie you keep caressing her hair and arm, trying to ignore the subtle turnings of your stomach - not literally, but that type of turns that goes up to your chest. Telling yourself it was probably the hot drink, and not the way her thumb kept making invisible patterns on your waist, or the strong muscles against yours and the domestic aurea of it all.

That night, after Abby left, you actually got off on the thought of her fucking you. But it wasn't memories that filled your mind or the vision of one of her videos. No, it was imagination. You'd imagine her getting home and kissing you, fucking you on the dinner table, saying how much she missed you and looking too needy for your touches against her while she makes you cum.

Maybe, just maybe, things were going another route.

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@/AAndrsnStuff • thinking about her (@/nsfwmenace)

You keep looking at the video playing on your screen and trying to rationalize the fact that you were tagged. She was actually talking about you.

In said midia, Abby was... Using her strap. And you knew that she was probably using the textured gadget that would rub against her pussy, on the base. On the bed, positioned in the direction of the strap, was a console in the shape of a vagina, and she was thrusting into it.

She was fucking a toy thinking about you. Hard and steady, making use of her athletic shape, hips moving in a way that made your legs clench together. Her breasts moved with the impact, an arm holding the console on place as the other rested on the headboard.

Her moans were so delicious to hear even on the phones, but were better when you remembered how they felt in person. Her breath was choppy and you just wanted to be there, under her, to pull her close and feel her all around you.

Inside your panties your core clenched around nothing. Your fingertips itched to touch her.

Before the end of the video, Abby stopped fucking the toy and loosen up the harness, strap falling on the bed before she starts rubbing her clit fast and needy. Her moans increase as she puts the other hand being her on the bed, sustaining the weight of her torso tilted back. And by the way she almost screams, her legs tremble and her abdomen contracts, you just know Abby was coming hard.

She was coming thinking about you.

"Fuck", you mumble, heartbeat fast and face warm.

Before leaving the app you look at a comment briefly.

wAIT wdym "thinking of her", you didn't use a strap on the collab video.......

That person was right, you didn't. There was no strap on the video posted by you both. But there was one when you both fucked a couple of weeks after.

And you keep thinking about that when you impulsively call her. And when you say "come here. The door will be open", before even letting her speak anything.

When Abby gets in your apartment, locking the door behind her, she immediately notices the light coming from your bedroom. She happily takes off the shoes and it's ready to, smirking, ask you how did you like the surprise. But she's caught off guard by a strangled moan, your moan, and the sound goes straight to her cunt.

If only you knew how she was going insane thinking about you. Looking at the nudes you shared and remembering how hot you felt around her fingers, her tongue, on top of her while riding her thigh, underneath her when taking her cock. You were so fucking warm and she was freezing away from you, hypnotized like a moth by the flame.

"Abby", and your voice, oh, your voice.

She woke up in the middle of the night, before recording that video, because she had the most vivid dream. You were next to her on bed, and somehow she just knew it was your shared bed, masturbating and calling for her. So fucking needy, looking gorgeous, and the way you called for her made her whole body shake. In the dream she had to keep looking and listening to you, admiring your features as you used a hand to massage you core.

But now she didn't had to lay down and wait. She could touch you in the better ways, and opening the door to reveal your figure humping a pillow and playing with your own nipples, Abby felt a deep desire burning inside. Something more than just attraction and need. The same thing she felt when, in the dream, something told her that bed belonged to the both of you.

Gulping, Abby sighed and remembered how good it felt to be with you watching movies. Simply hanging out and realizing she really enjoyed your company. She came to think, for some time, that your friendship would be so good... But after that dream something shifted, and seeing you in that moment started to solidify this change.

[hoony2k]

A Loser's Guide to...?

[Teaser]

MEMBER: Park Jongseong

SYNOPSIS:

Life his hard when your friends have a degree in tomfoolery, your crush has a master’s in cluelessness and you aim to achieve a phD in love.

Or in which, jay plans to impress and confess to you before the summer ends.

CW/TW: none/no curses/ swf -> minors can interact/

NOTE: hii<;3 my first piece so i'm realllyy excited about this! This is the teaser for it and I'll be posting the final draft once it's finished and revised.

I will be making a taglist if anyone wants to join. There's no specific date or day when this will be released but this is an upcoming fic and will be posted after a niki drabble.

Throughout his entire life, people chastised Jay for his patience or lack thereof. Yet patience was not a virtue. It never was fruitful and never would be. Had it been, Jay wouldn’t be trapped in his current dilemma.

He didn’t count but it had been fifteen minutes since you followed Heeseung and Sunghoon into the eldest’s kitchen and from the blessed mirror image being engraved in his brain thanks to Heeseung’s ginormous ceiling-high mirror, Jay could easily see how you giggled as the two boys joked around instead of microwaving popcorn and getting soda. Hell, at this point your giggles and his laptop overheating a few feet away were the only sounds flooding his ears.

He wished-prayed even- that the couch would swallow him whole when his unmoving eyes were cursed with seeing Sunghoon pat your head after a joke didn’t land successfully. Jay knew that both of them knew that you didn’t know about his not-so-small crush on you and he knew that they knew he trusted them not to break the code. Yet, a more minor and less significant voice spoke in his head when he saw your glittering eyes stare up at Heeseung.

Heeseung’s got way more rizz than you, Jay”, said the voice that sounded awfully a lot like his own. He imagined a small Jay inside his head speaking to him, giving unsolicited statements. Statements and not opinions because, well, statements were factual information while opinions were just opinions. Heeseung did have a talent for flirting like an expert and if the boy was aware of his actions when he pulled heartstrings was not known to Jay but he knew Heeseung would never try to be more than friendly with you. Sunghoon?

Sunghoon was a completely different story. Best friends since birth, they discovered life together. Sunghoon saw him when he was locked out by the world and supported Jay as the boy created himself into what stood tall before him today. However, Sunghoon was also undeniably and incredibly attractive. It was a fact, scientifically proven and all. He had the most followers on every social media despite his barely two posts per three months agenda. And besides, Sunghoon would lean over your shoulder to smack the old rickety microwave every time it buzzed off. Too close…

Jay was never insecure about himself, he was confident with what he had and knew what he lacked in order to work on his flaws (like patience). So there was no need to feel less compared to his friends because he was more than enough. All he had to do was stuff the little imaginary Jay in his mind into a box and lock him in forever. Yeah, that would work well.

In the midst of his thoughts, Jay had lost count of the minutes. He blinked his eyes into focus and his laptop had fallen asleep, the tv screen dark with the HDMI symbol glaring at him. He loosened his grip on the tv remote and sighed through his nose.

His ears perked like a cat’s as he heard your silky voice float through the space.

“Heeseung, I think that’s enough.”

Heesung laughed loudly. A smack delivered on the pitiful microwave top. The poor thing was almost denting at this point.

You spoke again, calm and patient (God, Jay adored you). “Heeseung, really we can order in. Let’s call Sunoo to bring the popcorn, yea?”

Heeseung didn’t respond, preoccupied with a telepathic conversation with the pathetic machine. it was Sunghoon’s turn to sigh. “It’s been a bit wonky ever since we forgot a spoon in it.”

From the corner of his eye, Jay observed how the reflection your eyes widened comically. “I’m sorry-you what?”

Heeseung had finished his conversation and placed a warm hand on your shoulder.

“He meant what he said,” he replied sadly.

You turned to face Heeseung but Jay was unable to see or hear what you said because Jake, sitting on the other end of the couch, had poked his leg.

Jake, sweet friendly Jake, stretched his lips into a honey smile but his worried eyes told Jay what was really going to happen in a few. If Jay felt his body was glued to the leather couch, Jake was much worse, like he was melting into the couch.

"Ya good, Jake?” Jay asked like a nice friend.

Jake laughed uneasily. He opened his mouth, then hesitated. He would say something so rotten it might offend Jay, so he tries to sugarcoat it but has trouble finding the right words.

Jay watched him squint. Then his expression returned to his usual bright one when the answer dawned upon him.

"Yeah! You just looked real pissed is all," is what Jake settled with after a few moments.

Jay felt his face warm up but he maintained his usual expression. He quickly turned his head in front to hide any visible signs of embarrassment.

Like a nice friend, Jake mimicked. Both of them silently stared at the tv. They watch as the HDMI symbol transitioned into darkness as the tv automatically clicked off.

Oh, Jay was holding the remote, right? He saw Jake stare at him from the corner of his eye. So, he did what came to him naturally, he pulled his lips into a stiff smile, all wrong and sharp at the edges.

If Jake noticed how constipated he looked, he chose to ignore it. 

They heard footsteps approaching and Jake turned over the couch and somehow, at the sight of food, he appeared to glow even brighter than before. 

He dapped up Sunghoon for some reason and the other boy responded enthusiastically. Their smiles and excitement made Jay’s heart swell and he found his lips tug upwards out of genuine feelings.

Then, he stopped as soon as he saw Heeseung.

Heeseung seemed busy engaged in conversation with you and the idiot made you hold both popcorn bowls.

You unconsciously walked an extra foot to avoid the second couch and towards the empty space on Jay’s left. Heeseung was quick to notice and paused the conversation to slip in a subtle smug smirk at Jay. He ignored his friend’s expression as always and automatically, like an instinct, he moved slightly to create space for you beside him.

He felt your body heat as the couch dipped and he feels like a middle school girl. Your shoulder brushed against his and he felt like the same middle school girl was giddy and nervous while confessing to a soon-graduating senior.

But it's when you offered him a smile and a bowl overflowing with popcorn that he sensed his brain short circuit and a fuse pop.

The tips of his ears were scarlet. "Thanks." He mumbled taking the bowl from you.

you smiled sweetly at him, shy and bashful for some reason. “I know how much you love popcorn so we made one bowl for you.”

Jay ignore how his heart did backflips at your usage of singular first pronouns and ignored how his heart clenched when you switched to “we”.

The moment was cut short as Sunghoon barked,” I bet he likes a lot of things. Way more than popcorn.” He stared at Jay, eyes pools of mirth. Jay should have uninvited him, told him the government abolished weekends or some other lie.

You nodded. “Yea, he likes corn as well.”

The raven-haired cackled,” He likes sweet people that make popcorn as well. So sweet, kind of like caramel popcorn.”

You squinted at Sunghoon,” I didn’t know he liked sweet popcorn as well.” Then you turned your head to look at Jay, your ponytail swished and slapped his cheek from how close you had turned and Jay could feel his lungs begin to give out. Where was the damn remote.?

 He felt too vulnerable, too naked under the gazes that preyed upon him. He shrugged unknowingly.

You turned to Sunghoon once more and though he expected it, Jay did not move his face away from your hair smacking him. So what if he loved how good it smelt, sue him.

Perhaps Jay was in debt because suddenly Jake and Heeseung joined the conversation

Heeseung called out your name in a tone of false anger, he raised an accusing finger at you. Jay felt offended at the action even though it wasn’t even pointed at him. Heesung really let go of manners when he pulled out the “hyung card”.

“How can you be so careless! You keep hitting poor Jay with your hair.”

Instantly, you turned to Jay and once again, hit him and Jay didn’t even mind when your strands grazed his eyelids.

“Oh my God, I didn’t even realise! I’m so sorry, Jay,” your voice was like a freshly blossomed flower under a soft drizzling of dancing raindrops, like the first cold shiver in an endless abyss of water on a scorching day. Your expression was so heartfelt, eyes so apologetic. Jay hated seeing your lips frown.

“I can move,” you quickly followed with after he gave no response. He heard someone tsk loudly and then a loud voice that cracked in the air.

“No!”

His brain whispered how it was his own voice and his body burned under his clothes. The air was still and silent, he had no idea what faces the other three were making but he was hypnotized by your eyes and how they changed from worry to hesitance to accept and then finally, your eyes curved as you revealed your gorgeous smile to him. He stared as you got comfortable once more, your thigh brushing against his.

Air didn’t reach his lungs properly, he sighed loudly. He forced his body to relax.

It was fine. It was you. He had sat next to you a billion of times, on the same couch, in restaurants, and in class-he was always next to you so why was he acting like this?

“You’ve never been so close to her,” Little Jay giggled. When the hell did he get out?

Just when Jay felt ease seep back into his bones, you decided to pull the ground beneath his feet.

“I know, I can untie my hair. That way it won’t be in the way when I have to talk to those two,” you said flicking your wrist at Sunghoon and Heeseung on the other small couch. You looked so proud of your ingenious idea. In a quick motion, barely giving Jay time to prepare you slipped the hair tie out of your hair and rolled it on your wrist.

When the first “hair theory” reel popped up on his page, Jay thought it was garbage. Fashion had a much larger and more vital impact on one's appearance compared to hair. But seeing you now, Jay felt a coil tie around his throat and his heart beat wildly in his ears. He wanted to run his fingers through your hair, he wanted to brush it out of your face and gently tuck it behind your ear. Your hairstyle complimented your face cut so well, despite it not being styled it looked so elegant and graceful, of course, you would look so ethereal either way. It was you and you were beautiful. It was a statement. A fact. A firm notion according to Jay.

Jay swallowed dryly. “yea..that’s pretty-I mean that’s literally so smart.”

Heeseung wheezed and Jake slithered a comforting hand on Jay’s leg. No one bothered to switch on the tv or check on his laptop. Movie night be damned, their boy was trying to impress.

 You glanced at Jay, eyes fluttering between looking at him and downcast, lip pulled between your pearly whites to stop from smiling.

“Thank you.”

Mentally, Jay’s brain took a screenshot of your current expression and saved it with the other billion pictures of you to remember and giggle at like a lovestruck fool at night.

The air finally returned to the room. He took a deep breath. Gave you one of his killer smile, the one that always made the older ladies tell him about their daughters his age. He was rewarded with your flustered face, shoulders hunched as you leaned into the couch as if it were a shield.

This time when he spoke, he was confident, voice deep. “What are we watching, guys?”

At that very moment, Jay came to a conclusion. He would confess to you before the end of summer before everyone got too busy with their own lives. He had to confess and enjoy summer with you-spend it with you in a more than friendly way. And he had the perfect plan.

[theearlgreymage]

Hello! I am back from the grave for a Six (Seven?) Sentence Sunday Post!!

Thank you to everyone that has been so kind as to include my in your tag lists despite my silence. @shrekgogurt @artsyunderstudy @ivelovedhimthroughworse @hushed-chorus @j-nipper-95 @martsonmars @ileadacharmedlife @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @palimpsessed @aristocratic-otter @cutestkilla @onepintobean @fatalfangirl @aroace-genderfluid-sheep and @ic3-que3n

It's been a chaotic few weeks - I won't get into the absolute soap opera levels of madness that is my life. But if you've been in my DM's recently, know that I appreciate you infinitely for putting up with me.

So, without further ado, have some sentences from six different projects I've been trying to make progress with :

COBB Project #1

Mordelia saw both her mother and sisters in the aftermath of everything. She has to live with that horror living inside her mind just like I do.  I still can’t sleep through the night. It’s impossible to close my eyes and not see their faces in those final moments. The light burned their eyes from the inside as their skin pulled tight from the heat drying them out. Nothing but a husk of a corpse was left behind.

COBB Project #2

As much as mother wishes it were, my heritage is no great secret to me. I know that Malcolm is my father. Which means I know the whole reason we live in the mortal realm is to keep him from controlling our lives.  If only my mother would understand that I don’t need her to control my life.  Growing up, I quickly realized that the nymphs who I thought were my friends were really nothing more than my guards. Playing with me to ensure that I didn’t leave the land that was under my mothers protection.

Infinity In Your Chest Pocket

(No, this project isn't dead. Just taken a seat on the back burner because I don't know how to not sign up for events with deadlines.)

He has absolutely no table manners – just shoveling the food in his mouth. I want to shove my tongue in his mouth. To lick the syrup from the back of his teeth and get lost in him.  The thought isn’t unusual for me. I spend a concerning amount of both my waking and sleeping hours thinking of Simon Snow. Fantasizing about all of the ways he’ll never touch me. It’s probably unhealthy - letting my thoughts run rampant all the time, but if it’s all I’m ever going to get I have to take it. 

Mystery Gift #1

The absolute tease. I can't believe that he actually had the audacity to walk across campus with my spunk splattered across his face like that. (I can actually believe it, he has no fucking shame, and it's not like anyone could really see him.) But he knows how I feral I get with him. I hate it. (I don't, I fucking love it, but that doesn't mean I understand it.) Which means he knows exactly what to expect when I get back to our room.

Not so Mystery Gift #2

(I love you, I swear I'll get this done soon for you <3)

"I do believe that I gave you very clear orders today," Erwin practically growls. Pressing impossibly closer and forcing my lower back into the edge of the table. It's impossible for me to not let a sly grin cross my face at his mock fury. "You did." My response only serves to rile him up further as he grabs my chin between calloused fingers and forces my eyes to meet his. "If you can't follow basic commands, maybe I need to put you on a tighter leash."

Gravy

(How did I get here? How did I become a food kink pioneer?)

I'm never going to be able to face Ruth again. Not after having spent all afternoon asking her to help me make a thick gravy worthy of the queen. The gravy is delicious. The queen isn't worthy of it. It's warm and peppery - a deep brown color that stands out against my skin as it drips down my collarbone and chest. Baz doesn't let it drip far though before he's licking it up hungrily. I like to imagine that it's my blood he's lapping up so eagerly.

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[cocomilk-subs]

𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 ˚✩

remember, affirmations are just thoughts. they help you to live in the end and ultimately live with your desires, no matter the timeline (past, present, future). make them your thoughts, not the thoughts of a very helpful and pretty blogger who wrote suggestions for self concept affirmations. we all have different brains and different ways of thinking.

play with the wording, choose "inside joke" references, use quotes from songs or your favourite TV show! with this post i'll try to take you on a journey of affirmation possibilities! all of this post is purely inspiration, affirmations have NO rules whatsoever. the goal of this post is to help you realise that there's so many more ways to affirm than you might think!

we can change our reality by changing our mind ♡ - plato

"I have everything I want" or talking to yourself—"you have everything you want"

umbrella affirmations: "I have everything I want" "I am living my dream life" "You don't have to worry cuz you already got everything you want!"

REMEMBER, I have [desire here]! remember, you have the highest marks in class!

what if i had [insert desire] right now? credit: @laogodess

"fuck yeah i'm rich!" "i'm hot as fuck". [looking in mirror]: "damn &lt;;3"

askfirmations: "why do i keep impressing everyone?" "do I HAVE to be this intelligent? when did i ever ask to be this godly?"

aaaahhh i'm so glad that it snowed already i knew i could do it ♡

self-love: "it's okay baby, you're doing great." "you're so tall, bestie." "i love you man, you're so powerful."

[watching a show with a character having your db/dp/df, etc] "hey isn't that me?!" "this character represents me so well!" "lol wow i forgot that i played that role"

[after feeling sad/going through a spiral] "hot sad boy/girl/person moment 😩" "i'm so proud of myself for always being there for myself :)"

others praising you: "yn we love you! you're such a sweetheart! i would die for youuu~" (inspiration from marilyn monroe)

fiery passion vs. chillness: (either is great!) "i shine as bright as the sun, everyone wants me around!" vs. "i know i am loved. people value me!"

PERSONAL EXPERIENCE NOTE for further explanation: i've noticed that "intense" affirmations don't really vibe with me, since i don't usually 'exaggerate' in my head when i'm thinking ykwim? choose which kind of affirming YOU like best! you can be chill, ex: "i'm confident. i trust in myself." or you can be as expressive as you want! ex: "i'm that bitch. i'm confident as fuck. i make heads turn."

one-word umbrellas: "pepperoni" "saxophone" "voldemort" = "i have everything i want!"

"if you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it~" "want to change the world, there's nothing to it!" (pure imagination)

isn't it wonderful? "isn't it amazing?!" "isn't it so cool!?" "isn't it exciting?" "isn't it so fetch??"

i ACTUALLY have [desire] right now! it's SCIENTIFICALLY PROVEN that my hair is long and thick.

"smh there you go melting everyone around you with your charms god damn it 🙄" "fuck you're captivating you made them wordless ughhhh not again"

regardless of everything: "regardless of everything, i have my dream house." credit: @cleostoohot

detaching your doubts to something "external?": "you'll never accomplish you-" "shut up kevin, i know you're jealous of my uni acceptance" "why are you so weird-?" "thats the old brain again, don't listen to it. i'm doing great!"

hear the voice of your favourite character/of a bestie hyping you up. "yooo you're so cute!" "i'm so proud of you i knew you could do it~" "how did you do that? you make it sound so easy..." "i really should start being as disciplined as you omg"

more song affirmations

"i blinked and bam! there was my puppy right in front of me!" "i blink for one second and now i've got abs, nice" "i blinked and suddenly i had a valentine"

updating followers in your head for your instagram inside your head: "going to the mall again, gotta find SOME way to spend that money." "having fun at the concert :)" "with the squad" "winning the lottery again lol i'm so lucky idk how"

others/you questioning you/yourself "huh?? oh yeah, don't worry about it, ya got your new phone over there" "hah? what are you talking about?! you've always been the model student"

one word 'replacements': "dl dl dl dl (dream life)" "right right right (im doing everything right)" "finished finished finished (creation is finished)"

"i am hands down the greatest dude/girl/person anyone could ever know"

they're...: "they're going to write an epic autobiography about me" "they write love songs about me" "they should see me in a crown" "they're really speechless, huh"

capturing an "affirmation moment" with lyrics: "i am a core memory for them" AND "it's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love <3" "unforgettable, that's what you are"

describing yourself to others in your head: "i'm just the kind of person who doesn't really have to study and i still get great marks, yk?" "i'm just the kind of person who can do this easily" "i'm just the kind of person who keeps getting love confessions."

[k-s-morgan]

Hi Catherine~!

I love your new tomarry fic very much. I have been re-reading it countless of times while waiting for a new chapter.

Do you think you could tease us with a snippet? No pressure though, I hope I don't come off as too impatient.

Sending love and lots of hugs!

Hello! Thank you so much <3 I'm so happy you like this story. And no worries, I'm happy to share a snippet! It's a small one, but I'll post a longer one soon.

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"When Tom came in, when he was sorted into Slytherin, we were not…” Alphard stopped suddenly, his expression twisting into a pained grimace. A look of shame spread across his features, and Harry’s stomach tightened unpleasantly.

He knew where this was probably going. Dumbledore had never told him — if anything, he tried to make it sound like Riddle charmed everyone on his first day, but a part of Harry always suspected that it was an omission at best or a downright distortion of truth.  

 “We were not kind to him,” Alphard said softly. He didn’t raise his gaze, choosing to stare at the table instead. “No one liked him or accepted him. No one wanted to sit next to him or to sleep in a bed next to his. Rosalia even refused to eat if he was sitting anywhere she could see him, she claimed that his stench ruined her appetite.”

The heavy feeling worsened. Harry turned his head, observing the rows of heavy shelves, almost seeing the glimmering of Riddle’s ghost sliding between them, collecting books, ignoring the snickers and the taunts.

Nothing would ever justify what he became and how many people he hurt. But Harry could see how it would be satisfying for Riddle to watch his worst tormentors turn into his lapdogs. He himself could never forget the excitement that flooded him when Hagrid gave Dudley a pig’s tail — it didn’t last long, but it didn’t really go away either. Every time he saw Dudley’s distress at his new appearance, a dim light of satisfaction glowed in some very distant part of him.

It was a wrong part that he never liked and which he acknowledged with great reluctance, but it existed. In Riddle’s case, he imagined it was multiplied tenfold.

The shallow glee of Harry turned into the darkest malice for Riddle. Harry’s delight and relief at knowing that Dudley was too terrified of him to chase and beat him up again transformed into Riddle’s bloodthirstiness and spite.

They were similar. They were different. Sometimes he struggled to understand what mattered more.