#i'm doing this on mobile so sorry for weird formatting and stuff

[sometownie]

I was looking at my college picsets and just had to throw these pics together! These are graduation pics paired with pictures from their freshmen year!

I play two uni years per round, which means there's always two different age groups in the university at the same time.

Top down from oldest to newest, names go left to right on the rightside pics:

1: Oliver Aoki, Rayna Limestone (not in first pic) and Neil Waters

Rayna is the oldest of the third generation Limestones. My original plan was for Rayna and Neil to get married and start a family but it just felt SO wrong without Oliver, so now they're building a family all together! They now have two kids, third on the way. Neil and Oliver are CAS made.

2: Kanerva Huotari and Storm Limestone

Storm is Rayna's little brother, and Kanerva is a townie who was good friends with Rayna. Storm and Kanerva are married with two kids.

3: Milo Lovett, Lemon Farwood, Johnny Mills and Rosa Limestone

Rosa is the next sibling of the Limestones in university. Johnny and Lemon are cousins. Lemon and Milo are married with two kids, while Rosa is currently dating and Johnny just got married to Rosanna Sherman.

4: Apple Farwood, Jenny Mills and Shane Limestone

Shane is the youngest of these Limestone siblings in the university! Apple is Lemon's younger sister and Jenny Johnny's. They're all very fresh out of college still, only one round into adulthood, so their future is still very open :)

5: Kevin Rogan (not in first pic), Lila Hart and Ilona Tannen

Ilona, Lila and Kevin are the most recent graduates from university! Lila and Ilona are CAS made, but Kevin was the next Limestone to attend college: he's the cousin to all the earlier Limestones!

The current freshmen include Katy, who's Kevin's younger sister, and Ruby, who's another Limestone cousin to these all! And Mango is the younger brother to Lemon and Apple!

[lavender-butterfly-rock]

Help me find this fic PLEASE

Hay I don't really post but I just remembered a fic but I can't remember the name I've seen people do this before so hopefully it'll help

(sorry for formatting and/or grammar I'm a mobile and severely dyslexic)

What I can remember:

I remember either somewhere in the first chapters Harry and Draco end up having to share a train car, and talk and Draco tells Harry about being forced to become a death Eater. and they come up with a plan. which leads to Draco sending Harry his memories that could incriminate him, and Harry sending them back at a specific time afterwards. so Voldemort doesn't know Draco's true intentions. then they run away together to Grimwold's place. there's also some weird magical stuff with magic phoenix feather tattoos, I don't remember the details but I remember it was pretty cool in the actual fic. Harry also ends up telling everyone what actually happened at the dursleys and calls out and I believe takes Revenge on Dumbledore. oh and Draco pretends that he is a illegitimate black child after running away so he can continue to attend Hogwarts explain why he's close to Harry.

[ratwars]

Who do you think is the deepest character in diabolik lovers and whyyyyyy :3 (sorry if this is weird btw :,))

Tomà out here activating my dialovers derangement syndrome 🥲 ty ty ty also sry sry sry in advance 🙏💜

Minors dni with this post

This is not weird omg no one ever asks me about dialovers you need to understand I was into VNs including otome before I was into any anime (including bsd) and diabolik lovers is my longest term obsession that isn't music 💜🙏 This is mostly going to involve things from the games (because the anime was basically silly fanservice that barely scratches the surface for anyone) but I'll leave out drama cd stuff because I would actually need to go refresh myself on those.

Absolute novel under the cut sorry. also cw noncon, cw dubcon, cw abuse, cw csa, cw suicide, cw matricide

Anyone not familiar with the series who decides to continue pls be aware of these warnings and take care of yourself. Also pls understand everything I say is in terms of the series and setting. Absolutely nothing that happens in these games would make any of these characters redeemable irl. This is fiction and a trashfire Do-S fetish franchise. Trauma doesn't excuse abuse. I don't condone any of the bad behavior from this series irl. (Sorry since this isn't my sideblog I feel I need to explain this so ppl don't come at me thinking I'm excusing stuff for reals with this little analysis)

Also this is probably going to have spelling mistakes and horrific formatting because I wrote it on mobile so my bad on that too.

This was so hard to answer because so many of them have serious trauma, maladaptive coping mechanisms, and large amounts of growth throughout the various sequels. I think you could make the logical argument of depth for every single character. The Sakamaki triplets are def the most tragic of the first two games in this regard though (maybe only rivaled by the Tsukinami brothers once we get to Dark Fate because of the whole being the sole survivors of genocide thing)

But as a whole I think Carla and Shin deal with their predicaments in a more outwardly focused manner (which makes sense given their stories and roles as antagonists in their debut game) so I don't think I could objectively call them the deepest esp Carla even though he is my fave.

So out of the Sakamaki triplets I am going to go with Laito. Shocking I know because I have said before he is the one I am the most terrified of. But hear me out.

(I'm using HBD (haunted dark bridal) to refer to the first game, and MB (more blood) to refer to the second game going forward)

His first route in hdb is a stomach twisting mess of isolation, noncon, gaslighting and victim blaming. It is also the only route in that game where Yui tries to kill herself, which imo is really notable. Tbh the first time I played it I was so deeply uncomfortable I didn't really give his character a lot of thought. During replays and some of his drama cds though it def changed my perspective of him (in terms of the deepness of his character, not my dislike of him)

Here are my arguments in topical format because I don't really want to go through and do the research needed to refresh myself and make this chronological. Also if I am mistaken with anything I've paraphrased my bad it's because this isn't a real essay more of a rant that you might regret reading lol.

- Cordelia

We can't go into the rest of my arguments without the facts. He was groomed by his mother and experienced a childhood of CSA at her hands. And he is absolutely confused and suffering when he has his flashbacks. Yes he kills her with the other two triplets, but that didn't actually solve anything for him internally, and I think it is a pretty clear-cut argument that his negative traits and behaviors can be linked back to his unresolved trauma from this. He even says it himself too when he tries to project onto Yui and claim her hatred for him must be the same as his for Cordelia (though unnamed in his quote im pretty sure) that a hatred can run so deep that even killing the person won't relieve the burning. The other ironic part of this is that in the dialovers universe it is explained multiple times that the highest act of love for a vampire is murder. So. Every LI (Reiji, Laito, Ayato, Kanato) that committed matricide out of their hatred probably has some deeper more complex feelings going on than that. (You could also argue maybe a similar thing about Carla and patricide as well though he is Founder/First Blood not vampire. But he is more open about his reasoning and feelings around his parents and why he did what he did imo)

- His disdain of purity (plot twist. It's jealousy).

We repeatedly see him mock both Yui's purity and religiosity. He is arguably the worst out of all of the LIs when it comes to this topic, and hits this point right out the gate when he assaults her in the abandoned church. It is simultaneously a logical and also weird choice on his part to continue on with when you realize how unwavering her faith actually is, and if you do other routes before this one you are already coming in realizing no matter how much she "breaks", "changes", or "gives in" in other ways, she never actually abandons her faith completely even in future games when she is living quite literally in the demon world. Even in routes where she becomes a vampire she doesn't eschew God. However it is canon that she is a devout Catholic and that she originally wanted to be a nun (before the events of the game screw that up for her), so it is still relevant.

While it may have started as a way to try and break her down, it really becomes more and more clear through his routes that like a bunch of his other behaviors, he is projecting his own struggles onto Yui.

He is jealous of her purity, so he attacks it. He is jealous of her faith, so he attacks it. He is jealous of her unwavering belief in goodness and in humanity, so he just. keeps. attacking. it. Because seeing it exist in front of him hurts, but especially early on he isn't aware of his own emotions or why he acts the way he does. So many things in his routes and his monologues highlight the fact that Laito views himself as permanently dirtied by his past, and this behavior is tied to that.

- His inability to identify his feelings from his fake front and his use of sex to maladaptively deal with his trauma.

** I wrote way too much on this and decide nvm I think even if someone has only seen the anime his hypersexuality probably speaks for itself. Plus this is getting so long 😔**

-His lack of control in MB and "forced" behavior. His confusion over his own tears near the end of HDB.

There are various instances (esp in MB where his characterization is wildly different and desperate compared to HDB) where we see his mask start to crack, or realize that his mask wasn't actually very good to begin with and the exhaustion from the continous abuse in his routes has caused both Yui (and us as the reader) to fall for his bullshit more easily. He plays the part of a pervert, but Shu (who arguably is a massive pervert) calls him out in MB for being a phony. His behavior in MB makes him come across as desperate and out of control, as opposed to his calculated sadism in HDB. This all comes back to his inner turmoil, unresolved feelings, and trauma and we slowly unpeal those layers through the rest of the series.

I think at baseline it is really easy to dismiss Laito. I did from the beginning too. Plus he never stops calling Yui Bitch-chan no matter how many sequels he gets 🤦‍♂️ But that is just falling for his fake front, exactly what he wants you to do because then he can just keep carrying on without dealing with his bs and let off steam temporarily in the process. But under the surface there is a lot more going on. And he definitely is a character that has an insane amount of depth.

Sorry for the multi part novel. I don't even like him as an LI even in this series. But for a series with so many inconsistencies, retcons across games, and questionable writing choices, they did a good job with his character. I just need him to stay far away from both me and Yui 🥲 Imagine if you had asked me something that prompted me to talk about my faves 💀💀💀

[faksyan]

BBKaz fic recs *where Big Boss isnt abusive (or overtly)*? :3 While many BBkaz fics are good they also portray Kaz as accepting Big Boss abusing him. There are fics where hes clearly verbally or physically abusive to Kaz and i just CANT imagine Kaz like that. A lot of people make him the submissive bf because hes flamboyant which ?? this is the guy willing to die to take some men out? the guy who ambushed Snake after being captured?? the guy who trained soldiers in afghanistan??? Kaz isnt some defenseless baby UwU the man and Big Boss were on equal foot back in MSF, and Kaz was just as much of a manipulative bastard. HELL id say he was the one who pushed for Big Boss darker tendencies sorry for the rant :3 but Kaz being thrown around is so OOC it takes me out. Its just not who he is

YES thank you for the rant?? I. yeah I get that. that kind of interpretation is not something I can understand with how I view Kaz at all. Of course what they had wasn't what we'd call healthy, but the way it's portrayed sometimes just doesn't feel right. We're talking Kaz, the person who's been burning with anger and hatred since the day he was born and who still described Snake as his trusted partner and friend for years.

Funnily enough, that's the same reason I can't ever see him being with BB after events of V, in any interpretation of the phrase. It's an interesting thing to explore, but he just wouldn't. if Kaz loves a person, he loves them, if he hates them, he hates. forever. no compromise. and then he dies.

I don't really have long fics that fit the criteria (that I know of), hope that's fine. With all that being said.

Short n sweet msf era fic one, two and three. Different authors, but I think they go together well.

The formatting is a bit weird on this, but maybe it's just mobile, it's great either way. They're clueless and pining.

Enjoyed how much this one focuses on Kaz's thoughts. It finds a really nice middle ground between not making them overly abusive while also showing how complicated their relationship is. This one also fits the description I think, but the atmosphere is a lot less tense.

Foxhound era transfem Kaz fic in first person, I know. People often don't like that. Still recommend it. Aside from having a headcanon I love, I really liked how it's written.

The one where they go to a gay bar for a mission. I mean really what more is there to say.

Probably not what you want, but for me it's right on that edge of how I can see a meeting between them going in the years after tpp. Let Kaz be angry about it, let him be protective of his new life that doesn't have bb in it, that's the good stuff.

The focus is not quite on bbkaz but it's exactly the kind of unnerving that I'm a fan of. Loved the writing here a lot.

This one kind of. does not fit the non-abusive description, and it's also in second person, but this is the first and I think only time I read a serious take on Big Boss's pov that felt RIGHT. It has so much interesting character exploration that I honestly can't not recommend it. Re-read one of my favorite paragraphs for this, and man, I have A LOT to say about this fic, but better just read it, really. Keep in mind that it's unfinished though, but it's been updated some time ago. If you do like this one, this author has another bbkaz fic that I enjoyed.

To be honest I haven't actually read that much bbkaz (as in I don't think I went through the whole tag which is "not that much" only arguably), but I hope there is at least something in here that you like! Thanks for the ask, this made me want to go finish the fic that I have haha.

[lesbianrobin]

I love young strangers but I'm caught up and I've read all your other stuff, do you have any fic recs? I love your fics so much :)

thank you!! if you haven't already read all of her stuff, i recommend everything written by my friend sarah @steveharrington!! her ao3 is birthdaycandles and literally everything she's ever written is an absolute banger. if you like my stuff you will Love her and if you've read all of my fics but not hers i think that is a travesty and you better get on that immediately.

some great under-appreciated fics of hers: run for your children, for your sisters and brothers (steve lucas and robin. that is literally all i have to say it's about STEVE LUCAS AND ROBIN why haven't you clicked yet), strung through the tether (THEE stobin platonic soulmate fic), & seriously slipping out of control (steve and robin beg eddie to give them impulsive trauma tattoos immediately after starcourt).

idk what ships/characters ur most into so i'm just gonna focus on recs that are gen/ship-lite and oneshots bc i feel like that's what most of my fics are? so if you like my fics hopefully you'll like these bc i think they are all wayyy better than my fics but with similar vibes dkvjfjcn.

windowsill is a story focusing on max's recovery after s4. steddie is there, but the story itself is really about max and her healing and finding herself in the wake of trauma, and i think everybody should read it because it's gorgeous.

similarly, no, i'm not afraid to disappear explores erica's trauma in the wake of s4, how it sets her apart from her friends, and how she uses D&D to work through some of that trauma. there is NOT enough erica-centric fic out there and this one really gives her all of the love and complexity and attention she deserves.

you can put it all on me, you can laugh and you can bleed is a classic Steve Harrington Gets The Care And Love He Needs After Getting The Living Shit Kicked Out Of Him fic, and it has multiple perspectives (including officer callahan who is a hoot) that create a rich picture and make it all feel real. it isn't just about steve, it's also about all of the kids, their fears and trauma in the immediate aftermath of s2, and it's so fucking precious. literally the cutest shit ever.

strange (but not a stranger) is a mike-centric fic set after s4 that like. single-handedly saved mike's character for me. like s1-2 mike was my BABY and s3 i was kinda eh about him and in s4 i felt like i barely recognized him but this fic reached right into my heart and said You Will Love Mike Wheeler Again He Is Still Your Baby. mike is so messy and angry and lost in this fic and he feels like a flesh and blood teenager who's been through a lot and i think this fic deserves So much more attention.

don't imagine you're too familiar is a s4 aftermath fic focused on robin, steve, dustin, and eddie. this fic Gets steve and robin they are soooo platonic soulmates coded in this (as they should be) and i love it. also some steddie. as a treat.

unlike the others on here, adventures in babysitting a psionic isn't a oneshot, it's 59k words and SO WORTH READING. it's about steve babysitting el in the space between s2 and s3. it's definitely canon divergent but it's not a huge Plot Deal it's mostly about el and steve building an incredibly sweet friendship, and they both get a lot of complexity, care, and emotional development that i love. their relationships with the other characters are also given attention and it's just like... so cozy and sweet. it's simply precious.

so that's it for now! sorry if the formatting of this was weird i'm on mobile dkcjdjc i hope you haven't already read all of these and thank you again for being so kind ab my fics!!

[braintapes]

Okay I was on the fence about this before but now I feel pretty firm in my belief that the weird split in how blogs can be viewed is one of the worst features Tumblr has implemented specifically because it's paving the way for more and more egregious 'ohhh noo you need CLEARANCE to view this PUBLICLY AVAILABLE blog please please PLEASE log in PLEASE use our app oooghhhhghg" shut up!!! holy shit! fuck this stupid fucking giant wall preventing you from EVEN LOOKING at people's stuff

Like...blogs that are set up in the old format don't have this problem. I can browse my own tumblr on mobile, not logged in, just fine when I'm looking at it the way /I/ set it up, with the theme and everything. The only thing I think doesn't work is trying to get to a post from the archive, which sucks but again I think it's because archives are now part of the new formatting style.

And how obvious/incentivized is it to people to format their own blogs in the old way? Is it still possible to do? I'm sorry I sound like a geezer here but I've been here for so long doing things this way that I really don't understand how it is making a blog now. It's driving me fucking nutty though because customization is the ENTIRE appeal of making a blog!!! Making it accessible the way YOU THE USER want it! Why is the default now so horrible?!?!

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

Lego Monkie Kid Pride Headcanons!! Part 1, because there's probably more.

DISCLAIMER: I'm aware many of these will probably contradict, but so do mine and the rules are meaningless to me so! Live with the contradictions! I may also add multiple like, separate headcanons, in which I will indicate with a little |. Also if I'm typing super formal I'm on my laptop and I'm usually on mobile, so being on my laptop makes me type extra formal sometimes for. Reasons.

MK - Transgender woman, non-binary, guy, unlabeled gay bisexual, she/he/it. The type of guy to answer 'okay but what gender are you' with 'cookie'.

Mei - Genderqueer transgender woman, lesbian bisexual/unlabeled, she/they/her.

Sandy - Genderflux cis male genderqueer, aromantic demisexual, he/him.

Tang - Cis male, aromantic gay, he/him. Platonically married to Pigsy.

Pigsy - Cis male, biromantic heterosexual, he/him. Platonically married to Tang.

Wukong - Pangender genderfluid demiromantic pansexual, any pronouns (neos included), but most people just assume he/him and he really doesn't care. Used to be in a weird not-platonic not-qpr not-romantic thing with Macaque.

Macaque - Transgender man, demiromantic biromantic asexual, he/him. Used to be in a weird not-platonic not-qpr not-romantic thing with Wukong.

Yeah, I told you the rules were being thrown all the way out the window here. While I'm here, I may as well say that if you're aromantic, asexual, multigender, use contradictory labels, use neopronouns, aromantic allosexual and vice versa, or anything else along those lines my bad memory isn't letting me think of right now, you're awesome, you're great, you're loved (by me if no one else), and you're welcome here!

Rambling under the cut

(Too many tags so I'm basically just transferring them so that's why this might be formatted weirdly.)

I think MK's probably had about 20 gender crisis' by now that Pigsy and Sandy have just kinda made him tea/noodles through.

Mei just keeps trying stuff, and when she sees something works if she still thinks something's missing she goes HERE WE GO AGAIN! And nobody is surprised when she walks in going "I'm trying cat/cats" and everyone just kinda goes "cool" and adheres to that until halfway through the conversation she goes "nope, not feeling that one" and they all switch back.

Pigsy and Tang don't really understand the gender stuff but take the mentality of "I don't understand this and that's okay, y'know as long as you're happy", even though they trip up sometimes. They don't completely get it but they still love the way MK's face lights up when they call say "Hey, what's she doing?" or "Is it watching TV again?". Also my brain isn't working properly so I might change what Pigsy's label is because I messed it up twice.

I think Wukong didn't really know what gender was until MK asked and helped Wukong start looking through labels, and when Wukong was like "can I just have all of the genders?" MK went "yeah!" and now Wukong just kinda walks around with the label even though he doesn't really mention it.

I think Macaque just woke up when he was young(?) one day, went "fuck this", turned himself into a boy, walked outside, and never addressed it again, and Wukong is the only one that knows and also never addressed it.

Okay I'll stop rambling now sorry bye!

[sorbet-is-not-icecream]

hello everyone. this is an oc roleplay blog

stuff like cigarettes and addiction will probably be brought up semi-often but I promise to try and tag everything as well as I can

posting from mobile so I am sorry for any weird formatting

I don't know what I'm doing I'll update this at some point if I figure it out <3

[cygnusdoesthings]

January 10th; so many cacti. cactuses. cactiuses. MULTIPLE CACTUS!

(squints) CACTUS?? THERE ARE SO MANY TYPES WTF

Anyhoo! There are (checks notes).. mainly four? Cacti I will be talking about today, so this will be A Long Post. Are you all ready? Okay! As a blanket rule, cacti are generally under mars, element fire, which you'll see why later.

First off, the common cactus (cactaceae). This is the one that most of the Victorian-era mostly talked about- actually, that's not really... true, I guess, they mention everything except for the optunia, (editor cyg here; i'm a buffoon, i lied) I suppose. But!

I'm sure you know what cactuses are. If not, then... what are you doing here? Anyway. These are the 'trademark desert plant'. They're like camels, except a plant, and spiky.

Also, it's in a Dr Seuss book- oh, wait, camels are also in there. Stream of consciousness, am I right?

Anyhoo. They conserve the little bit of water they get. They're very cool.

I almost put a normal picture, until I remember this beautiful thing exists. Say hi to the middle finger cactus.

As 'cactus', it takes most of the fall for definitions. So. There's gonna be a few.

Including but not limited to: Ardent love, warmth, I burn, burn with love, chastity, endurance, lust, maternal love, protection, sex, you left me.

Told you there were many definitions. I had to look up what 'ardent' meant, so..

In most of the really old sources, it just means 'I burn' and 'warmth', but it's not clear whether this is referring to a prickly pear cactus or not, so better to err on the side of caution.

In more of the modern sources, it also means 'our love shall endure', which seems to be a more inferential definition (one that I can definitely get behind). Also coming with age is the definition 'endurance'.

html im coming for you (shakes my fist @ you) how do i do it in rich text hold on.

mobile viewers, you guys'll just have to suffer for this one, sorry. tumblr formatting can suffer in a hole.

The serpentine cactus (stenocereus eruca), or creeping devil cactus (as the term serpentine cactus is hardly used these days). As you can probably guess, from it's name and the fact that it includes 'serpent', this cactus is *not *the best of meanings. It gets it's name from the trailing roots it throws out, which resembles snakes.

It's commonly meaning 'horror' because of this. Modest genius, modest gain. Also, it's kinda terrifying. But also... DANGEROUSLY PHALLIC- yeah, okay, I'll leave. My bad.

(tw for uh. fuckin. snake cacti. yeah.)

Wow, okay, that's... uncomfortable. Oh, I hate that, hell.

The night-blooming cactus (selenicereus grandi-florus), also called the grand cactus, vanilla cactus, sweet-smelling cactus, is the one most talked about in Ye Olden Sources. It's gone through, like, so many scientific names, but I'll settle on this one.

So! This plant is called night-blooming because it's flowers open only at night. When they do, they emit a vanilla-like sweet scent, which 'reaches a considerable distance'. The flowers can be very large, spanning up to 5 feet.

Native to Jamaica, this plant's flowers open after dark, and close by the first light of dawn (I had to look that one up, because I had a bit of confusion as to why the Victorian sources said 'dies off completely'. Thanks, discernment.)

There are some medical stuff mixed in with the properties of this bitch, but I am SO not going to delve into that because a) too long b) too hard to explain. so with that in mind.

Night-blooming cactus: transient beauty. (Also grandeur, because of it's grandness. Is that a word? It is now.)

The prickly pear cactus (optunia ficus-indica)- possibly one you've seen as a 'stereotypical cactus', if ever that were a thing. It's shaped like- you guessed it- a pear. Huh. Weird (imagine me giving you the most sarcastic look rn).

There's actually not much backstory for this one, but it is unanimously agreed that it means 'satire'. Other sources mention it also as 'I burn', with another one quoting 'I did not forget'. Also, 'chastity' and endurance. Yeah, man, I don't know the flore (flower lore) either.

But! Here are some interesting tidbits, if you're so inclined.

"Opuntia is native to the Americas, with samples being brought home by the Spanish, where it spread from Spain to all parts of the Mediterranean and North Africa. • The Aztecs grew Opuntia for the purpose of harvesting the cochineal scale it would be infested with, using it to produce red dye that was eventually worth more than gold, to ultimately be the same scarlet dye that was used to to color the fabric used *for British soldiers’ “redcoat” uniforms."

^ obviously not my own my words. you really think i'm scholarly enough to type all that up? because i am.

Anyway. Prickly pear; satire, I burn, chastity, endurance.

Oh, and here are a couple of other species of cacti's definitions, but I'm not going to go deep into them, because this is already a long post.

Crab cactus (Schlumbergera russelliana)- Dependability, loyalty

Chainlike cactus (Cylindropuntia imbricata)- sentiments of honour, uprightness

Neoporteria cactus (Neoporteria paucicostata)- motivation

Noble star cactus (Stapelia nobilis)- compassion, service

Saguaro Cactus Blossom (Carnegiea gigantean) » will to live, inner wisdom, compassion, endurance, self-empowerment

I have a floriography blog! @bloomsong-from-a-swans-breath :D

[stellamancer]

insomnia (katsuki bakugou × gn!reader)

notes: a vent piece, if you will. not edited either lmao. also posted from mobile because my net decided to go out weeps. sorry if the formatting seems weird as a result. I'll fix it in the morning and title it and other stuff.

You can’t sleep. 

In the darkness of the night, everything seems louder. The whirring of the fan. Your partner’s soft snoring. The thoughts plaguing your mind. You want so very much to just yell or scream or something, but he’s asleep and so is everyone else you know. With no outlet, your thoughts swim in your mind, aimless, restless and growing louder. 

You can’t stand it. 

Slowly, you rise from the bed, taking great care to not make any sounds and wake the other person in the bed. He’s got a big day tomorrow, and you don’t want him to catch your sleeplessness. The bed, on the other hand, has other ideas, squeaking out a protest at your early departure. You immediately still, but all you hear is his quiet breathing. Sighing in relief, you amble into the living room. 

At first, you thought to just plop onto the couch, but now your anxiety has got you in a vice grip and you just start to pace back and forth in the living room, a crude mimicry of the way the thoughts are darting around the walls of your mind. It doesn’t do much to comfort you, all you feel now is dizzy. 

Maybe you should go back and grab your phone and your earbuds. Maybe listening to some music or one of those eight hour rainstorm videos will help drown out the thoughts. You consider it for a moment. Yeah. It could be a good idea. You know for sure your phone is on the bedside table, and your earbuds… you think you left them next to it. 

You turn and start to head back to the bedroom but run face first into something solid. You were feeling dizzy. Did you get close to the wall and not realize? But it’s warm, almost like…

“What are you doing?” Katsuki’s voice is loud in your ears, cutting through the silence of the night.

“Um.” Your mind goes blank as you wrack your brain for an answer. “I, uh, was going to the bathroom.” 

“If you’re gonna try and lie to me, then at least try harder.”

“...couldn’t fool you, huh,” you sigh.

 Katsuki snorts. “You’ve been walking in circles for almost five fuckin’ minutes.”

“...you saw?”

“Ain’t that dark.”

After that he goes quiet. Probably waiting for you to properly explain yourself. It’s simple really, and yet you can’t find the words. 

Finally, Katsuki’s lack of patience gets the better of him and he asks, “What is it?”

“Oh. Um… I… I just can’t sleep.” It sounds so silly to say aloud. “I’ve got a lot on my mind and, well…”

You trail off.  

Katsuki doesn't say anything but, you feel like his eyes are on you. Idly, you wonder if he's got some sort of night vision quirk along with that explosion of his. He grumbles and grabs you by the arm, guiding you over to the couch. Katsuki sits you down and plops next to you. 

"Now spill," he almost commands, wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer. 

"But, um…" You hesitate. "You… have work early tomorrow." 

"...yeah, so hurry up. Don't got all night." Despite the brashness of his words, there's still a softness, a kindness to them. Reflexively, you lean closer to him and lay your head on his chest. 

"C'mon," he urges softly when you don't start. "I said I don't got all night."

"I'm thinking." You take a deep breath. "You're gonna think it's all dumb."

Katsuki snorts. "Most of the shit you worry about is dumb, so stop stalling."

"Yeah, yeah…" You press closer to him before unloading your thoughts. 

All of them.

One by one, you pluck the thoughts from your brain and release them into the night air. 

And not once does Katsuki interrupt or tell you that you're being an idiot even though you know he's thinking it. 

By the time your mind is finally devoid of the thoughts that were plaguing you before you think that it must be nearing three in the morning. 

"That it?" Katsuki asks when you finally grow silent. He doesn't sound tired at all and you wonder if he's faking alertness so you don't feel bad for keeping him up.

"...yeah."

"You were right. You really do worry about some dumb shit." Despite the roughness of his words, he pulls you closer, his grip tightening and you know he's just comforting you in his own way. 

"Sorry."

Katsuki shifts and you feel him gently bonk your head with his other hand. "Maybe if you didn't bottle so much of that shit up we'd both be sleepin' right now." 

"...yeah, maybe."

Katsuki clicks his tongue in annoyance and leans his head against you. It almost inaudible but in the stillness of the night you can hear him murmur, his voice almost soft, almost sweet. "...feel better?"

You tilt your head so it's leaning against his as you answer. "Yeah."

"Good." 

"Thanks, Katsuki. For everything." You turn your head and press a soft kiss to his temple. 

He grunts, sleepiness clearly catching up to him. Quietly, you chuckle and shift a little to get more comfortable before finally, finally falling asleep in his embrace.

[housefreak]

Thank you so much for the info. I was under the impression that those captions must have been 'alt text', but it's good that you confirmed that isn't the case.

I scrolled through the resources - thank you for those as well, thanks to the bloggers in question too - and came across a post from 2021 that pointed out tumblr desktop doesn't have alt text.

Then I realized that most people probably post gifs on desktop, and that might have been the cause of those captions. I went to try it on my own blog, and indeed, on mobile alt text is right there, but desktop tumblr just has some other description box. Not sure what the point of that is then.

But, what I discovered is that there is apparently a 'new post editor' in beta, and if you switch that on while you're on desktop, you CAN add alt text when you post images on desktop, because that editor is like the mobile one. The downside of that new editor is that I don't think you can customize it as a gifset with multiple columns, like giffers often like to do. And if you make a post with the old desktop method, you cannot edit it on mobile either (to try and give it alt text afterward), because that gives an error message. So I suppose that might be the issue with alt text on desktop-posted gifsets. The desktop and mobile posting formatting doesn't seem to be very aligned yet.

Sorry if this was an unnecessarily long explanation, I just wanted to share my trial-and-error discoveries haha. Which I looked into thanks to your response, so I'm very thankful once again, I've learned a lot.

I mostly use twitter (which recently made alt text easier to add), so I hadn't quite considered the advantages of more unlimited descriptions on tumblr, or the pitfalls of alt text, on tumblr or in general. I'm gonna try to be more mindful of this in the future. Thank you again!

Really happy to have been able to help! its cool hearing your tinkering, helps me understand where people are coming from & why xyz happened etc!! its so weird how piecemeal tumblr is about features, maybe they can reduce that jank at some point lol. but im glad you got it figured out and that you went through the resources and everything to learn stuff!!

i used to use twitter and alt text was such a pain, great to hear that theyre trying to make it better :)!

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[nekrophoria]

OC Asks for Serena

requested by @goldenlegacy

Thank you so much! And again, sorry for the format. I hate the mobile tumblr version...

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

That switches on like a bi-weekly basis but...right now I'd go with a mix of Chloe Price (Life is Strange) and Diane (Bojack Horseman)

I fucking hate Diane...okay I don't hate her, I hate the way she acts sometimes...but I see a lot of familiar traits in her. Dunno what that says about me to be honest but...ah well.

🐝- describe your aesthetic in emojis

🧟‍♀️👾🙃🍕🌚🎃

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

Our group home used to do these trips to the sea every summer, kinda like class trips if you will.

And I don't have a particular memory, it's kind of a giant blur at this point...but these times were really special to me. Probably the happiest I've ever been.

💖- have you ever been in love?

Yep...it happens.

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

1. a week off

2. a new desk chair

3. a giant meatlover pizza with cheesy crust.

...what can I say I'm a simple man...woman...whatever.

🌧️- favorite thing to do on rainy days?

*moans* Honesty, rain makes me so fucking tired. I just wanna crash on the couch and doze off while the telly is running or something.

🍩- current mood?

Ooof... I dunno. It could be better. I'm a bit under the weather. It has been raining for days and *laughs* I just wanna barricade myself in my room until it's nice and warm outside.

❄️- what is your favorite season?

I have a sort of...love/hate thing going for all seasons *laughs*

Dunno...I like them all, but I get sick of them quite quickly. Right now I'm in a real summer mood but that'll probably change once it gets warmer. *shrugs*

💅🏻- do you like being spoiled?

In theory...yeah.

But I think I'm a bit too tense for that. *shrugs* at least that's what people tell me.

I just...i guess I don't enjoy that mushy stuff quite as much as I'd like to.

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

I'm a smoker...I...hmm...

*thinks for a bit* I talk to myself, especially when I'm doing chores I just sorta tend to narrate everything I do, but only when I'm alone *laughs* it's weird.

Umm...oh yeah and I tap my fingers on cups...or glasses when I'm holding them.

🦄- how do you perceive yourself?

Oh! I got the perfect picture for this right...here:

There we go. That's pretty accurate.

🦋- how do you think others perceive you?

I've got no fucking clue.

I feel like like people are intimidated by me? Which is weird because I'm like as harmless as it gets...if you don't piss me off.

But I guess I can be a bit...overtaking sometimes.

🌈- things I find attractive in girls/guys

I really don't give a shit about the personality, it's more of a subconscious thing, if it clicks it clicks.

As for looks. Soft eyes are really important to me...not the colour just the look...i can't really describe it.

I don't care too much about the rest. Not too clean cut though...kind of a ruffed up puppy look? Think David Duchovny or Mark Sheppard...

It's weird...I feel like I have more of a preference when it comes to men? I have yet to find a type of woman I find like super unattractive *laughs*

Curves are a huge plus! In general a bit of pudge doesn't hurt...big eyes...I'm a sucker for eyes, okay?

I prefer women who look a bit more...harsh though. Okay not harsh but...rough around the edges? Imperfect? *laughs* I'll leave it at that.

⛅- what is your morning routine?

Umm absolute chaos.

I usually curse at my alarm for like 20 minutes...by the time I get up I'm most likely late for work already so I just grab some clothes, and coffee, slap on some eyeliner and hair spray and make a run for it.

💗- who do you miss?

No one in particular.

I...*smiles and shakes head*...nah nevermind.

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?

*exhales*

I...okay...i'm not gonna go with the scariest one for this cuz...i don't really wanna think about it. *laughs nervously*

But...*contemplates for a few minutes* Alright. It was around Christmas time and one of my mum's boyfriends/dealers/I don't even really know what he was to her...I don't even remember his name...showed up at our group home and demanded to see us...me and my brother.

He was clearly on some shit and he was livid...Roy was hiding upstairs but I couldn't take it and snuck down...

One of our caretakers was trying to calm him down. But he went on about how he was gonna get us and that what they were doing was child abduction... and he tried to make his way inside.

I...i don't remember everything but the cops showed up and...he got a restraining order or some shit...I don't know...

Our caretakers gave us the "light" version of what happened and I spent the next couple of weeks being scared shitless that he might come back for us.

*smiles bitterly* Good times.

💤- date someone younger, older, or same age as you?

I definitely have a thing for older men.

I feel like there's a certain...power imbalance when I'm dating guys my age...I don't wanna generalise but from my experience a lot of younger guys perceive me as a like...substitute mum? No. Just no...

As for women...i haven't made quite enough experience there to have a preference. But...theres something about older...mature women that makes me feel things.

Huh...I guess age is a bigger factor for me than I initially thought.

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Where is your phone? Hand Your hair? Brown Your dad? Embarrassing Your other half? LOL Favorite food? Fries Your dream last night? Forgotten Your favorite drink? Margarita Fear? Failure Favorite shoes? Boots Favorite way to relax? T.V. Your mood: Motivated Your love? Unrequited Where were you last night? Home Something that you aren’t? Tall Muffins: Yummy Wishlist item? Tack Where you grew up? USA Last thing you did? Dishes What are you wearing? Pajamas Something you hate? Trump Your pets? Amazing Life? Unpredictable Regrets? Yup

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[thiswreckageivebecome]

As Long As It Takes (“The End.” -Part 25) (Sebastian Stan x reader)

Description: “I’ll wait for as long as it takes, as long as I get you at the end" You meet Sebastian Stan on the street in New York. What starts off as a fan encounter stretches to an unexpected coffee date and before long you’re caught up in a whirlwind and left with an internal struggle of what to choose.

Word Count: 4108

Warnings: Language.

Authors Note: As noted in the title, this is the final part to this story. Thank you for sticking with me through all of this. It has meant more than you’ll ever know. ALSO, in the process of moving my computer screen was destroyed so I’m trying to post all of this via the mobile app and we all know what a bitch that can be. Therefore, I apologize for the formatting issues that are found here. If it’s too annoying, you can find the story on Wattpad and AO3.

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The following eight months seemed to rush by, yet move as slowly as slime simultaneously. You worked on getting your things and your life, in many ways, packed up and ready to move into this new chapter of your life.

Sebastian had to assure you multiple times a week that everything would be okay. You knew it in your heart but starting over somewhere new brought you anxiety some days, not to mention that packing to move was the worst experience of your life. When Sebastian had free time, he came down to assist in packing. The majority of the time not much packing was done, but instead laying in bed binging television and just enjoying each other's company. There were some instances, however, when Sebastian did help. The two of you went through your things, things you had retained in your possession all the way back into middle and high school.

"I have hoarding tendencies if you couldn't tell by now," you told him one time after the two of you had spent the last three hours looking through one tub of letters and pictures from way back when. The memories had brought back happy tears to you and much laughter for both of you.

"I love you regardless and I will officially put into my vows that I'll never submit you for that hoarders show."

"Ha-ha," you said the words out stocatto-like, drenched in sarcasm. Soon enough, September was ending and Green Day was calling your name. You had just shipped the last few pieces of furniture to Sebastian's apartment, it still felt weird to say our apartment, when a honking horn was directed at you. You smiled when you saw your friends, Beth and Caroline driving up.  As you hopped in, Beth addressed you first, "ready to go drop some dollar bills!!!" You couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"Please, please, don't tell me you're actually taking me to a strip club for my bachelorette."

"You'll just have to wait and see," Caroline peeped in. The three of you headed to the airport to board your awaiting plane. When you landed, your friend Talley was waiting for you at the gate. You embraced as you hadn't seen each other in a year or so. You all headed out and to your awaiting vehicle which Sebastian has lined up for you. The limo took you to the hotel where you met Olivia who had flown in from LA to be a part of your wedding party. The five of you decided to nap before heading out for the evening. Sebastian knew you were off limits until the wedding Sunday but you still planned to facetime.

"Hey, babe," Sebastian practically hollered at you once the call connected. You had to rip your headphones out of your ears to avoid hearing damage. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry," he attempted to apologize, not thinking about the headphone not being back in your ears yet. You got the headphones positioned back in your ears and smiled at the screen while talking small.

"You're feeling good, huh?" You chuckled lightly. It was obvious the boys had already gotten started. Seb's eyes were glassy and he had that dorky, albeit very tipsy, smile you loved so much plastered on his face.

"Yeah! We're about to head back out. These dudes, I swear, (y/n), I love them so much." His face quickly sobered. "Not as much as I love you, of course!" His face lightened again.

You busted out laughing as quietly as you could so not to wake anyone already napping.

"Thanks for that. Make sure you tell every one I said hello." The next thing you knew your ears were hurting again before you could remove the headphones.

"GUYS! HEY GUYS!! (Y/n) SAYS HELLO!!" You just barely heard a chorus of "Hey, (y/n)!" in response.

"Babe, you're going to end up marrying a deaf woman if you keep it up."

"Shit. I'm sorry...again."

"It's okay. Well look, I'll let you guys go so you ca-"

"(Y/n), Chris wants to talk to you. Here he is." You heard the phone drop to the floor and the pickup amidst of "Damn, Sebastian. Hey, man. Why don't you go sit down for a minute. I'll bring you the phone when I'm done talking to (y/n) so you can say goodbye." You heard Seb agree before you heard Chris' voice.

"Hey, (y/n), how are you?"

"Oh, I'm good. Not quite as good as y'all are, though, it seems."

"Not as good as Sebastian and some of the other guys, you mean. I'm good. I've only had a beer or two thus far. Someone's gotta keep an eye on these fellas."

"Honestly, Chris, why am I not surprised?"

"At what exactly?"

"That you're taking it easy so that you can keep an eye out."

"Yeah, well. It seemed like the thing to do."

"Well, I appreciate it, Chris. I mean. It's still early and if they're already that tipsy, there's no telling how crazy the night is going to get." You paused, mind swirling as an unsettling thought crept in. Before you could stop yourself you said it aloud. "Sebastian must be getting really nervous about getting married."

"Hey, hold on just a second." You heard a door open and shut and a few more seconds of little sound.

"I wanted to step out where it's a little quieter so we can chat without distractions. Why do you say that? That Sebastian is getting nervous?"

"Just forget it. I honestly didn't mean to. It just appeared in my mind and transitioned to my mouth."

"Well, it clearly bothers you so I think I shouldn't forget it until we talk about it or you talk about it with someone. I would put Sebastian on the phone but honestly, I don't know how much good it would be with his alcohol-filled headspace right now."

"Chris, I really don't think I want to talk about it," you replied even quieter than before.

"You may not want to, but I really think you need to."

"Look, the thought literally just came out of nowhere because of him being so wasted so early. It just seems like a lot of alcohol very early in the evening. I know sometimes he tends to drown out his concerns with alcohol, not always, but sometimes. God, I make him sound like an alcoholic. He's not, Chris, and that's not how I meant it."

"I know, (y/n), I know."

"Maybe I'm the one that's nervous about getting married."

"No, I don't think you are. I feel like you've never been more sure of anything." His response couldn't help but make you giggle.

"You're right, actually."

"I thought so."

"For what it's worth, I think Sebastian feels the same way. I know I've told you before but I've never seen him this happy in my years of knowing him. I think he just is happy to be back together with his buddies he hasn't seen in a while and they were wanting to drink so he joined can.” He paused. "Man, I make him sound like a peer pressured teen." He started laughing and you joined him.

"You really did to be honest. Awww, teenage Seb. I wish I had known him then."

"Has Georgeta shown you the photo albums yet?"

"We've made it through his second year. That's it, though." He guffawed at this info.

"Well, the good news is, after Sunday, you'll have the rest of your lives to look through them."

"It'll probably take that long too," you giggled. A moment passed. "Thanks for talking with me about the irrational fear that creeped in for a moment. Everyone here is napping so I'd have no one else to talk to about it."

"Of course, (y/n), you're one of my best friends. That means we're here for each other. If you need to chat at anytime all you have to do is pick up the phone. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose I do, despite that I never really think to do so, honestly. That goes both ways. You know that, don't you?"

"I do. Oh God, I hope Sebastian doesn't hear because you realize we just both said 'I do''s, don't you?"

"Oh hell, we did didn't we?"

"Yeah, but I'll keep it on the down low." You laughed.

"Thanks, Chris. I was so worried you were going to show up and try to move in with me," you said sarcastically. "Granted, I'm unsure where you'd move into since I currently an homeless." You could practically hear his eyes rolling in his head.

"You're not homeless, dramatic."

"Well, technically I am still in transition. I'm just saying."

"In transition my ass. All of your shit is here and unpacked."

"No, it's not."

"The stuff you have in your suitcase doesn't count."

"No, but the majority of my stuff is still in boxes spread throughout Sebastian's apartment." He took a moment before answering.

"(Y/n), it's not, I swear to you. I have yet to see a box and I've been here all afternoon." You began to think and wonder because you had literally FaceTimed Seb before the girls picked you up and the only things you had shipped were furniture pieces so all boxes had already made it up there. In fact, Sebastian had tripped over a box of your things while you had been on the call.

"I don't understand." How in the world would he have gotten rid of all of the boxes.

"Hold on a sec." You heard rusting on Chris' end of the line. "Oh shit," you heard him say quietly and you could almost see him looking down in frustration. "(Y/n), I'm so sorry. I think I just ruined a surprise."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I think Sebastian unpacked everything for you and had already put it around the apartment. I bet he wanted you to feel right at home and wanted to surprise you by having everything unpacked when you guys got back. He's already separated his closet and one side is all of your clothes. Shit, (y/n), I'm so sorry."

Your eyes began to tear up, touched by how thoughtful and time consuming this gesture had to have been. He must have only had a few boxes left when you had FaceTimed.

"Oh, Chris. It's okay." You sniffled.

"Oh, God, please don't cry. I feel like shit already."

"No!! No, it's not that. I'm not upset. I'm just touched by his gesture."

"Oh, thank God. I was worried for a minute there."

"Well, look, I need to get off of here and take a nap. Thank you for keeping an eye on him, all of them, tonight. I really appreciate it, Chris. You have no idea how much I do. I know we're not supposed to see each other before Sunday but will you please let me know if anything happens and I need to be there? Or if you need backup because I feel like it's gonna get pretty rowdy."

"Well, you may be right about that, but I can handle it."

"Chris. You have Seb, Mackie, Chase, and Chu. Just those alone are enough to cause concern. Let alone the other four.” Chris busted out laughing in response.

"That is very true. Okay, I'll call if I need backup, I promise."

"Thank you. Also, don't take this the wrong way because I love all of them, but for God's sake don't let Seb promise anyone another spot on the groomsmen team. Please promise me that."

"I got you, (y/n). I'll keep them in line and out of the groomsmen line," he said chuckling.

"Thank you, Chris. Seriously, all joking aside, thank you. I forever owe you for all of this."

"Don't mention it."

"Don't mention what?" You teased.

"Oh okay, smartass. Let me go tell Mackie you added him to the wedding party."

"Shit. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You both began to laugh again.

"Alright, well I'll let you go so you can nap and I can check on the boys. It's awful quiet out there."

"Yeah, you better go, then. I’ll talk to you later and thanks again."

"Anytime, see ya."

You quickly fell asleep. The next thing you knew, you were being awoken by Caroline and Beth jumping up and down on your bed.

"Damn, you guys." You tried to remain serious but couldn't stop yourself from grinning.

"Let's party!!!" They dragged you out of bed and quickly into an almost endless night of fun. After brunch you all finally headed back to the hotel to rest. Vegging out with plenty of laughs, catching up, and chick flicks were all in order on the night before you married the man of your dreams. Sunday came and the wedding went off without a hitch, surprisingly. You all danced the evening away before Sebastian and you headed out for your two-week honeymoon on a 2am flight.

Your honeymoon was spent traveling through Italy, Romania, and the Philippines. Before you both knew it, it was time to return to your home in NY. Sebastian still had a few weeks off of work so you two spent practically every moment together. Once he was down in Atlanta, you decided that you'd begin a job hunt, looking for something part-time. It worked out that Sasha happened to need some extra help around the shop so you stepped in. Since Sasha knew the inner-workings of you and Sebastian's relationship, the job at the shop gave you something to do and some income while he was away yet the freedom to visit him when it was convenient for the both of you. About a year and a half after you were married, you surprised Sebastian on set in Greece.

"Babe!!!" He exclaimed entering his trailer, running to you, picking you up, and spinning you.

"Sebastian," you squeezed his neck, "oh, I've missed you...so fucking much." You kissed him as he released you back to the floor.

"Oh, that goes both ways," he quietly replied after your lips parted. You both smiled softly but only for a moment. "So, babe! What are you doing here? Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"Ahm, Sebastian, babe. It's called a surprise," you responded sarcastically.

"Oh, thanks for the info. I had no clue." He rolled his eyes back at you.

"I just missed you!"

"Well, I'm so fucking psyched you're here. How long are you here for or is that a surprise too?" Now it was your turn to roll your eyes.

"No, that's not a surprise. I'm only here a couple of days. I have to be back to work on Monday." Seb's face dropped a little bit. "Sure I can't call Sasha and work something out?"

"Don't call her. She doesn't know I'm here."

"What?" His eyes grew in size. "You didn't tell Sasha something? Since when?"

"Oh, hush!"

"I'm serious!! You told her about that one night that I had to go to the doctor the next day after what we did. It was like you couldn't wait to laugh at me behind my back. Actually I take that back, you laughed in my face. It was like you couldn't wait to have other people laugh with you." You attempted not to bust out laughing in his face once again. "Go ahead, laugh. I can tell you want to. Your face is about to turn purple from you holding it in." You complied and had to bend over as you couldn't stop laughing. He took your arm to keep you from tumbling over. Once you caught your breath again, you leaned back up, thanking him for the laugh and for steadying you.

"Okay, so a little bird told me you get off around seven tonight?"

"Who've you been talking to?"

"A little bird. I just said that."

"Well, you're right so you must have been talking to someone important or at the least, correct," he laughed.

"So dinner tonight?"

"Of course. Then a little dessert?" He winked seductively. "Actually, how about a lot of dessert? Maybe a couple of dessert trips?" He waggled his eyebrows at you. You slapped his chest.

"Stop, Seb. I get it, okay."

"I mean, it's been a month."

"Seb, I get it!" He pulled you by the hips to him, your face flushing.

"Okay, I'll stop...talking about it. But is it a possibility?"

"Dessert is a possibility."

"Wait. Just to be clear...dessert or," his voice dropped to a gruff tone, "dessert?"

"It'll be a surprise." He smiled, reading your mind. No surprise would be had that night. The next morning, however, Sebastian had a big, slightly prankish, surprise waiting for him. He had left you asleep in the hotel suite and headed to work. He stepped up to his trailer on set to go in and get ready, or so he thought. When he opened the door, about 30 pink plastic bodies slid out of the trailer. He was shocked but then he realized what the pink plastic bodies were. He couldn't see anything but plastic bodies inside his trailer.

"Surprise!!!" You shouted behind him about 10 feet off. He spun around quickly, jaw dropped in shock.

"Wait. What??" He said as a ponderous smile began to spread across his face and his eyes ignited with joy. "Are you saying???"

You simply nodded with a painful cheeky grin. He ran to you, picking you up into a bear hug lifting you off the ground in the process.

"We're going to be parents!!!" He shouted for anyone in earshot to hear. Little did he know most everyone on set already knew as you had roped them into helping you with the surprise. Everyone came out of the woodwork, or rather, from behind trailers, props, and inside the building, clapping and cheering, passing on their congratulations.

Later that evening after Sebastian got off of work, he rushed back to the hotel but when he walked in you were asleep. He fixed himself some breakfast for dinner. As he turned around to plate the food, he saw you standing next to the island.

"Shit. Did I wake you up? I'm so sorry."

"Sebastian, it's okay. I didn't mean to fall asleep, it just happened. I wanted to be awake when you got back."

"Are you hungry?? I'll fix some food real quick...for both of you." You smiled and walked leisurely to him, putting your arms around his back and interlocking your fingers behind him.

"I think we're fine for now. We ate a lot earlier. Thank you, though. We both appreciate it."

Sebastian lowered himself to one knee and placed his hand on your stomach despite that no one could really tell you were pregnant yet.

"I can't believe you're here, little one," he said caressing your stomach. You ran your fingers through his hair as he continued to speak softly to the baby and sneaking butterfly kisses here and there.

"You're going to make a great dad, you know."

"You're going to make an even better mom."

"We shall see. I have said for about seven years now that the only way I'd have kids was if they were yours. I couldn't deprive the world of little Sebastians running around."

"I can't wait to meet her."

"You want a girl," you asked incredulously. He stood up to his full height and pulled you close.

"Yeah, I want the world to have a little you running around." You shook your head and chuckled lightly into his chest.

"I love you, Sebastian." After a moment, his hands moving to your arms and leaning you back quickly he exclaimed,

"Wait! So you're telling me, you knew you were pregnant...and we did ....what we did last night!?" You burst out laughing.

"Seb, you can have se-" his hand flew over your mouth stopping your sentence short.

"Shhh!! She doesn't need to know about," he whispered and then softened his whisper even more to finish, " s-e-x yet." You couldn't help but giggle at how silly he was being and he removed his hand.

"Seb. Babe. Stop." You continued laughing. "You're being ridiculous."

"How long have you known?"

"A couple of weeks."

"So...you mean the last time we...before last night, of course."

"A month and a day ago, yes." You grinned.

"I just can't believe this. I'm as happy as I've ever been."

"Me too, babe. Me too."

You went back home. After another couple of months, Seb was home and on hiatus from work for the following two years. In the meantime, he didn't miss a moment of your pregnancy, the child, Sophia Faye Stan coming into this world, or her first year of life. After Sophia had passed the age of three, Sebastian and you began trying again and it wasn't long before soon you were pregnant again. This time you got the little Sebastian you had been hoping for. Mihail Stan was born in May two months to the day before his sister's fourth birthday. Sebastian continued to work but it was less frequent typically only working a couple of months a year and limiting PR so that he could spend time with you and the kids. Your little family purchased two homes, both near enough to either side of the family so that the kids could know their grandparents better. Your family spent three-fourths of the year in NY as it had become your home since moving and the remainder of the time in NC with trips down in between visits. After Mihail had gotten to the age of two it worked out that a new child came into the family but by adoption this time. Rosamie Sampaguita Stan came into your lives on December 22nd. Adopted from an orphanage in the Philippines, Rosamie was dropped off at the orphanage and no one had been able to track down her parents for the past year of her life. She brought so much joy and a feeling of wholeness to your little family.

By the time the kids got to high school, Sebastian decided to limit his work even more. He stuck to jobs that would be local and didn't require travel. You continued your photography business you started after Rosamie turned six. Sophia pursued acting, like her father, but studied at Syracuse. Mihail grew up loving animals and became a veterinarian, moving to North Carolina to attend vet school at NC State. He graduated with honors and moved to Boone to open his own practice. Rosamie remained close to you. She loved to dance and after studying dance at Juilliard, she opened up her own studio downtown, purchasing a home just a few blocks from the quaint two bedroom home you and Seb downsized to after she graduated college.

The remainder of your days were spent with joy and love. You welcomed the sons-in law and daughter-in-law and adored the grandchildren you were blessed with. It was a beautiful 45 years of wedded bliss.

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I can't believe it's finally over. A part of me has died as I have enjoyed writing this story so much. Thank you to all of those who read and enjoyed. I'm eternally grateful for your kind words and eyes. I want to quote "Chuck Shurley/a prophet/ God" in Supernatural to finish everything out:

"Endings are hard. Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning but endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always going to be holes. And since it's the ending, it's all supposed to add up to something. I'm telling you they're a raging pain in the ass...So what's it all add up to? It's hard to say...No doubt, endings are hard. But then again, nothing ever really ends, does it?"

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thank you and sorry this one took so long, i’m still going through the prompts :)

words: 1.7k

rating: g

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17325368 (i recommend reading on ao3, formatting gets messed up on mobile)

prompt: “That’s starting to get annoying.”

Phil leaves his socks. Everywhere.

It’s taken Dan months to truly notice, and even longer to start caring. When they first moved in together, Dan was far too busy being happy to bother with stuff like that.

Sure, he noticed that Phil was a messy person, but then again, so was Dan. Dan’s room back home always looked like he had a permanent natural disaster for a flatmate, so it’s not like he was perfect. He wasn’t perfect then, and he still isn’t now.

Since moving in with Phil, he tries way harder - and judging by the general state of their flat, so does Phil. Dan remembers Phil’s room back home too. Yeah, that was a lot worse. Right now, they have a few dishes waiting in the sink, they have a pile of laundry they should have done last week, and they have some clothes on the bathroom floor. It’s all stuff that Dan can live with, especially considering that he contributes to it too.

They made a list of rules when they started living together, including all sorts of things - amongst them, cleaning. They stick to it, more or less. So… it’s not too bad.

But the socks. The socks are starting to do his head in.

Socks on the rug. Socks on the sofa. Socks on the bed or even on the pillows. Dan doesn’t know how Phil even does it, because he never once caught him in the act. The socks just appear out of nowhere, and they’re not Dan’s socks, they’re definitely Phil’s. Dan doesn’t believe in the supernatural, so the sock goblin is out of the question.

Phil leaves his socks everywhere, and it’s a bit of a problem.

-

“Should we organise our socks? I think I’ve lost a couple,” he tries one day when they’re snuggled up on the sofa, trying his hardest to sound casual.

“Oh, I keep losing them,” Phil replies, oblivious. “It’s the sock goblin.”

Dan is smiling, voice soft, even though he’s quite nervous on the inside. “Yeah, probably. But I mean, we could try and sort them out, right?”

Phil half-shrugs, but he doesn’t let go of Dan, and makes no move to stand up.

“Of course, if you want.” And then Phil kisses his temple, and his cheek, his jaw, his neck, and Dan forgets that they were meant to be sorting through socks.

-

The next time he tries to do something about the socks, he just goes through the entire flat, collecting socks and throwing them in the laundry. A lot are mismatched, almost all of them are Phil’s.

The thing is, Dan doesn’t know how to approach the subject with Phil. They never really argue, not properly, and it feels like Phil might get… sad? Upset, maybe?

It’s easier if he just does it himself.

It’s only a few days before the socks are found in the strangest of places. Dan doesn’t know why they bother him, but they kind of do.

But nobody is perfect - even though in Dan’s eyes, Phil is.

-

“Phil?” Dan begins as they’re cooking dinner.

“Yeah?”

“I…” Dan pauses. He wants to ask about the socks, but instead, he says something else. “Do you think we should clean today?”

Phil frowns at him, tilting his head a little. “Today? It’s not our cleaning day, is it? It’s Sunday.”

Dan releases a sharp, nervous breath. “Um, yeah, well—it is, but—”

“But?”

“I just—it’s a bit messy, you know. The—like, there’s like… there's… our clothes? You know?”

Phil’s frown fades, giving way to worry mixed with amusement.

“Same as always, then? Dan, are you okay?” Phil rests his hand on Dan’s shoulder, then pulls him into a quick side hug. “You’re being a bit weird.”

Dan loves it. Phil’s embrace, them cooking dinner together in this small Manchester flat. And he doesn’t want them to argue about socks.

So he drops it.

“No, I’m good, yeah.” Dan gives Phil a peck on the cheek. “Super good.”

-

Finally, the day comes when the dam breaks, and all of Dan’s feelings on the sock matter are set free.

It’s gotten to the point where he is less upset about the socks, and more upset about the fact that he is keeping something from Phil. He keeps playing out different versions of the conversation over and over in his head, and for whatever reason, they all end in disaster, so he avoids it.

It’s not like they never argued, but it’s just—it’s just that Dan, despite the fact that their relationship is not that new anymore, never really had to indicate that something bugged him. They fit together like two puzzle pieces; they haven’t had a hard time adjusting. If they procrastinated, they did it together. If they kept a mess, they were both responsible. That was never a problem.

But the socks, that’s just Phil, and it's—it’s harder than expected to actually say that out loud.

Today, Dan is a bit grumpy. He had an argument with his mum on the phone, he slept badly, and he’s hungry. And then he finds Phil’s sock on the kitchen counter. The bloody kitchen counter. That’s what finally tips the scale for him.

He isn’t about to start a big argument. There’ll be no screaming or anything of the sort. But maybe the sock thing had become big enough an issue for him to actually talk. Phil won’t be mad at him.

Right?

Dan takes the sock and carries it over to Phil, who is sat on the sofa with his laptop, editing his new video. He unceremoniously drops it on Phil’s laptop, grabbing his attention.

Phil jumps a little, stares down at the sock in confusion, then transfers that same look towards Dan.

“Phil,” Dan begins and then falls silent, suddenly unsure how to proceed.

“Why are you giving me my sock?” Phil asks after a pause.

“Because it was on the kitchen counter!” Dan exclaims, finally finding the strength to do it without hesitating. The next thing he says sounds mild in comparison. “Your sock thing, Phil. It's… it’s starting to get a bit annoying.”

They look each other in the eyes - Dan looking down, Phil looking up - and say nothing for a moment. Phil seems to be bewildered. Dan, on the other hand, is almost scared of hearing Phil’s response.

“My sock thing?” Phil finally repeats, perplexed.

“Yes, your sock thing. You leave your socks everywhere , and I tried to get it under control, but I can’t. You need—I want you to—I want you to stop.”

Phil considers Dan’s words for a moment, puts the laptop away and stands up, still looking Dan in the eyes.

“Why haven’t you said that it’s been bothering you? I knew something was off. I even asked you.”

Dan breaks eye contact, looking down to the floor. “I was… I was a bit scared? I guess. I don’t want to argue with you, but Phil—” He looks up again, eyes boring into Phil’s. “Phil, I can’t stand the sock thing. Seriously.”

Phil’s gaze softens as he smiles sheepishly. He cups Dan’s cheek, and Dan leans into the touch.

“I’m going to try to get better, alright? Promise.” Phil pauses, waiting for Dan to respond. When Dan nods, Phil adds, “And Dan?”

“What?”

Phil brings his other hand up to Dan’s face, now with both hands on his cheeks, then slides them down to Dan’s shoulders.

“You never have to keep stuff from me, alright? I'm—I’m messy and clumsy and—and you need to tell me if something annoys you.”

The knot that was continuously tightening somewhere in Dan’s chest suddenly releases its hold on him, and he smiles earnestly. Why was he ever scared of confronting Phil? It’s Phil. Phil doesn’t get mad.

“I’ll try.”

-

2018

Phil is still sleeping when something lands on his face. Something soft.

He opens his eyes with a start, blinking into the thing that is now covering his vision. Startled, he removes it and sees not one, but two of his fox socks. Then he sees Dan standing above him, and Phil can’t see Dan’s expression without putting on his glasses, but he can pretty much guess.

Phil doesn’t say anything. He knows what is coming.

“What are your socks doing on the coffee table?!” Dan shouts, not wasting any time.

The coffee table. Well…

“Um, I dunno? Maybe I saved them there for later?” he replies. He grabs his glasses off the nightstand and puts them on.

“Save them on your fucking feet, Phil. That’s where socks go. Or in the drawers, or in the laundry. It’s not rocket science. Actual years of this shit, I swear,” Dan rants, and rants, and rants.

Phil does feel a bit guilty. He will try harder.

It never works, though. They both know it. It’s a disease, a sock-disease.

“You know my mum is coming over later. What if hadn’t noticed them? What would I tell her? Oh, sorry mum, it’s just that Phil can’t keep his socks in the —”

Phil, having heard all of this many times before, throws one of the socks up in Dan’s face. Dan instantly falls completely silent, staring at Phil with shock in his eyes. And seeing that, Phil can’t help it. He simply starts laughing.

It takes a moment, but Dan eventually joins him, laughing at the very thing that Phil knows has been driving him bonkers for years. It’s not that Phil doesn’t care. It’s just one of the habits he can’t seem to break.

Once they calm down, Phil is sitting up, Dan still standing over the bed. Dan is shaking his head, smiling at Phil with more fondness than he probably deserves right now.

Phil is lucky, really. Even if he gets woken up by socks on his face, he’s lucky, so lucky. It’s amazing that after years and years, Dan still manages to laugh when Phil throws his own socks back at Dan’s face.

“I hate you,” Dan says, then abruptly pulls the covers off of Phil. “Enough napping. Sort out the sock thing. I need to vacuum.”

With an affectionate smile, Phil gets up and goes on a sock hunt. It’s the least he can do after all these years.