#i'm kinda obsessed with this one actually

[rainy-thunderstorm]

BACK WITH SOME HEADCANONS OF REVERSE FALLS, THIS TIME FEATURING FIDDLESTAN!!!

- Stanley and Fiddleford used to actually be good friends before Fiddleford met Stanford, then they fell out of touch.

- Fiddleford and Stanford were good friends but Stanford was only manipulating Fiddleford, Fiddleford noticed a year later and quit whatever evil Stanford does (idk what his goal was)

- Stanley is basically Mason and Mabel's manager/director in that tent thing (I forgot the name)

- Stanley is actually still nice to the twins, in secret though, he doesn't want Stanford to use the twins against Stanley in a bad way.

- Fiddleford didn't erase his memories after quitting Stanford's project, but couldn't tell anyone because no one believe him.

- Fiddleford and Stanley meet again after Stanford goes to prison, it takes a LONG time for Fiddleford to trust Stanley, but they do work it out afterward.

- Fiddleford had a lavender marriage with his wife, they are good friends but not actually in love. They still have there child, tate (that's his name right? Plz correct me if I'm wrong)

- Fiddleford and Stanley do fall in love after a while, but it takes long because Fiddleford was unsure if Stanley was like Stanford.

- Stanley understood but was still in love with Fiddleford (It's a little bit of an obsession but not rly, kinda like a lost puppy)

- Stanley loves gifting Fiddleford rare gems, it's his love language since he does like money, Fiddleford on the other hand, makes handmade gifts, mostly things like flowers (metal or real), chocolates, etc

- When/if Stanley and Fiddleford get married (Fiddleford and his wife obviously with divorce on good terms and stay friends), Tate would be friends/step nephew(??) with the twins(Mabel and Mason).

That's all I could think of! Put your headcanons in the comments if u want lol! :D

[pseudophan]

i need to be a bitch somewhere and where better than pseudophan dot tumblr dot com (said in a very honoring way love you nora)wait pause i just heard like a squeaky rubber duck noise out my window. im on a 10th floor in nyc. hello? okay anyways i need to keep being a bitch ducks aside but oh my god fics have been so unreadable lately. why is everyone so obsessed with doing like yaoi gender roles to them. i dont think ive opened smut i havent clicked out of in months at this rate. like every single one is like "ohhh phil is a delicate helpless uwu little princess and dan is the big strong manly man" im actually going to start killing people like it is so insufferable why does no one hear themselves. do you people hear yourselves? for real? pause i just heard the duck again. is it an omen do you think

LOVE the journey this ask takes you on first of all, i wonder what the duck's fanfic opinions are it seems eager to share

i haven't read enough fic recently to comment on ALL of them but i can't say i don't get where you're coming from cause a lot of what i have seen... yeah... and look if that's the dynamic someone wants to portray in their fic that's whatever i guess, i'm not here to police people's fiction, but it is annoying that there's so much of it. kinda feels like we're back in 2015 just with the roles reversed

the whole uwu princess phil thing is largely brought on by dnp themselves and i don't even have a problem with that at all, by all means live your precious baby angel smol bean (sigh) dreams phil but what bothers me a little is the part where a lot of people take that and feel the need to then make dan, like you said, some Big Strong Masc Dom Top like can we be sooooo serious for just one second... again if thats what people want to write porn about whatever i guess but i totally agree the sheer amount of it is a bit.......... hmm........

this isn't just fics though it's the way people talk about them in general. at least with fics you're technically allowed to write whatever the hell you want, it's all fictional, but when it's posts talking about their real life selves .... 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[hoony2k]

Is jake here?

Shakespeare says "tis was written in the stars before they even met"

-You're lost in life and move to Seoul where you find your peace in a boy. Jake's in a band and is looking for a girl he's been obsessed with ever since she appeared in his dream. You're both broken but maybe you can learn to be better through each other.

Pairing: Sim Jaeyun x reader

Genre: scott pilgrim au!, band au!, he's kinda silly.

Warning: reader smokes once :(

Word Count: 2k

Notes: this is for neo127's event! this was genuinely so fun to write, thank you for the fun event! this is actually a deleted scene that I love sm, i wanted to be so poetic but i had to stop my demons cause this is a movie with tom foolery and deep meaning. also i'm kind of stupid and saved this in drafts and not queue.

masterlist

Take 1

There was a ringing in Jake’s mind that alerted him of the dangers awaiting him, but the allure of your presence removed all prior warnings. You came into his life like a dream, filled the hollow void in his soul. None of his past attempts at experiencing euphoria or reaching infinity worked, but with you around entertaining his unfunny jokes, he was consumed by the black hole in one clean swoop.

In other terms, you were the little riff he needed in the song, the extra healing ability granted to his game characters, you were a dream. The warning, the future and the rest was history. It was only you and him in the whole universe. By your side, Jake finally felt like the world wasn’t against him.

Or so he thought.

Seven little exes, not seven little kisses.

Take 2

Jake forced his body to move. “Left right, left right”, he mumbled and mechanically trudged up the stairs, bumping into drunk partygoers without an apology. He caught a glimpse of you the other day and he prayed the next time you saw him he’d be taller and looked way cooler, not desperate or down bad at all. Hopefully, he’d find the courage to approach you in privacy. It had been ages of simply dreaming about you.

Not even the buzz of the party could get your eyes and nonchalant expression out of Jake’s mind. The thirst to reunite left him dry to the bone and in dire need of the washroom due to pure boredom sparked by the party. His drink sploshed in the red up, spilt over the rim and onto the cuff of his new jacket. He winced at the sticky and cold sensation.

At this point, he was willing to manifest you into appearing.

Jake reached the landing and felt Comeau call out to him. “Wanna drink with us?”

He shook his head and slightly pouted. “No, I don’t drink”.

Comeau frowned at him, “What do you mean you don’t drink?”

Jake offered a non-committed shrug and lightly waved his arm around.

“This is just iced coffee”.

His friend’s frown deepened. “What does that mean? I distinctively remember you being drunk-”

“Hey you know everyone, right?”, Jake swiftly brushed off the memory and swayed Comeau by the compliment. “You know this one girl with hair like this?”

His pout was replaced with a determined look and pulled out crumpled paper with a poorly sketched one-lined drawing of what appeared to be a face with no evident features or expressions. There was no possible way to understand the scribble immediately.

His friend rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I know her. That’s Y/N-“

God was real. The universe loved him and perhaps this was good karma for all the okay things he had done in life. His friend continued to ramble trivia about you but it all flew over Jake’s head until he heard I heard she was going to be here tonight and it brought heat back into his veins. All it took were those mere words to become the catalyst of his insanity.

Jake dove into the crowd, and took in the sight of numerous strangers with unfamiliar hairstyles and smiles. He searched for your dyed hair in the crowd and despite unsteady breathing and shaking hands due to anticipation and nervousness, his gaze met your frame leaning on a wall. Hair pink instead of blue and you were alone holding a cup which served as a friend. You appeared bored out of your mind, glancing at the drunk bodies dancing around in bliss. Jake wondered asking you if you wanted a refill.

He slid on the dirty wallpapered wall and inch close to you. As he felt heat radiate off your body, he took it as a sign to halt. Though he tried to be subtle, his desperation to talk to you poured down his body in a giant tidal wave. Jake turned his honey eyes to your figure, it was party concealed under his locks that covered an eye. You stared right at him.

“Do you like pac man?”, the words stumbled out of his lips before he realised.

What? No-no, that’s not-

You gave him a slight nod then shifted your attention back to the crowd. Uncommitted but it did not discourage him.

He shuffled closer to you; the creases of his oversized jacket bumped into the bag strap on your shoulder. You didn't move away.

Jake cheered internally; this was going well.

Jake took it as a sign to continue. He puffed his chest out. “You know the original name for Pac-Man was Puck-Man. Not because he looks like a hockey puck. But it's Paku Paku. Means flap your mouth."

He planned on offering you a detailed history of the game, a topic that the pair of you apparently shared and enjoyed. That was before you placed your full untouched cup on a table and turned to him.

He hadn't realised you moved to look up at him.

"But they thought people would scratch out the "p" and turn it into an "f" like-"

Jake's voice died in his throat and his eyes blinked at the intensity of your gaze. You stared up at him with calm wisdom, hiding all the secrets in the world in your gaze.

He observed how there was a thin sheen of sweat on your hairline despite the cold season of decay. With so many bodies running, dancing and chatting away, the house was bound to get humid.

Jake could barely hear your voice over the thump thump of his heartbeat. The tips of your hair that clung onto the apples of your cheek moved when you spoke.

You took a step closer to him and whatever confidence he had evaporated. Jake fumbled with the end of his jacket and then promptly shoved his hands inside his pockets.

You did not look displeased at the sight, in fact, nothing changed in your eyes but Jake swore he saw a hint of a small smile. However, his fear and nerves got the best of him.

"I'm going to leave you alone forever now-"

"Wanna get out of here?"

Take 3

The sky was dark again. The winter nights crept up quickly, shunning the sun away but Jake liked it.

He liked how the night sky reminded him of you, the simple serene moments spent either in silence or secrecy.

You brought light into his life. It was dark elsewhere.

He saw a shadow of a figure dressed in several jackets a couple of feet away and only when he walked closer did he realise who it was.

"What are you doing here?", he called out to you, referring to the time.

You quirked up an unamused brow.

"Dude, I was waiting for you."

Immediately Jake felt apologetic. And maybe a bit pathetic that he came late (on time) to the hangout (unofficial official date). Or maybe he felt giddy knowing you didn't show your nervous attitude yet cared deeply enough for him to arrive on time.

"I'm sorry. I thought you assumed you were too cool to arrive on time", he confessed. It was easier with you.

He didn't have to lie about where he went like how he did whenever Sunghoon asked him about his whereabouts or skirt around in conversations where Sumin decided to target him (all for reasons that proved he deserved it).

He didn't need to pretend he was someone better, a moralistic ideal version of himself or someone worse, an edgy rockstar who had a strange code of rules to live by.

With you, Jake could be transparent. All his unpolished edges, raw mistakes and life missteps were seen and never judged.

You were like him and he was like you.

Maybe there was a reason he saw you in his dreams long before. Maybe the two of you were interconnected in a cosmic way. He didn't know.

You looked at him up and down before turning and beginning to walk near the middle of the park.

"Well, you were wrong".

Jake quickly walked beside you and fell into the same rhythm. "Do you wanna get a bite? Or watch a movie? We could get pizza before watching something. We could flip through the records I have at home".

You gently shook your head and Jake couldn't help but pout at your dismissal.

"What's wrong?" He asked, too impatient.

You sighed softly; air comes out in puffs of smoke.

You point at nearby empty swings. The chain was rustic and seems strong enough to carry two adults.

"Follow me", you whispered in the late night. There was no one around. The park was deserted, filled with snow to the brim. The swing seats squeaked when you brushed off the sleeping snow from them.

Jake sniffled, shoved his hands in his pockets once more. He didn't mind the silence until it stretched on for more than a minute, maybe...maybe it was less but Jake hated silence.

"This is nice", he shuffled and lightly kicked his feet off the ground. The metal shrieked and he swayed back and forth.

You nodded and mimicked his actions.

"This is nice".

Jake turned to look at you once more. He noticed how often he'd stare at you only to look away when you caught his gaze. There was something that had been on his mind for days. He tip toed towards the topic.

"So, why'd you come to Seoul?"

Immediately you look down at your shoes, then swing yourself higher than before.

"I wanted a change of scenery. Needed a reset and got a job here so I thought, why not?"

It was an honest reply.

The sound of gravel grabbed his attention, the metal squeaked again and you paused the pendulum to fish out an item from your pocket.

He had to squint in the minimal lighting and Jake had to hold in his surprise as you pulled out a cigarette and lit it easily.

A hand covered your lips and the tip of the cigarette, the small flame decorated the end of your nose and chin in a scarlet hue. Jake stared at you in awe, doe eyes widened.

"You smoke?", he couldn't help it. You did wonders at surprising him each time you met.

You inhaled it slowly and turned from Jake's direction to blow the air. Two fingers toyed with the cigarette.

"On special occasions". Your lips stretched a bit and Jake saw how the gloss shone under the moonlight. God, he was doomed from the start.

He didn't mind the bounce in his voice, he tiled his position and brought his swing next to yours until the metal chains halted him. The scent of slight smoke and your citrus perfume filled his senses.

It felt like he was on stage once more, guitar in his hands, flicking away at the strings with inhuman speed. He felt the high he experienced on stage; the surge of emotions that made him giddy. He tapped his foot unconsciously, imitating the vibrations the band would feel when Sumin hit her drums.

"Is this a special occasion?"

Your eyes hadn't stranded him and his lovesick expression finally pulled a laugh out of you. You were satisfied when you moved to Seoul, but the buds in your stomach began to blossom, Jake made you crave for more than satisfactory.

"I don't know. You tell me", you teased him and Jake's smile got wider. His eyes crinkled adorably and you could see the gums of his teeth with how wide he was smiling.

Then, for a split second, something flashed in his eyes, something serious. It paused your arm mid-way from bringing the cigarette to your lips.

Jake averted his gaze, his dark brown bangs covered his face from view, and you could only see the tip of his tall nose and his red ears. Perhaps from the cold, perhaps from you.

He took a deep breath.

"When I'm around you, I kind of feel like I'm on drugs. Not that I do drugs. Unless you do drugs, in which case I do them all the time."

When he finished, Jake turned to you and the poor swing squeaked once more. His face was determined, shoulders no longer hunched like usual but his eyes wavered, swam across your form to see a hint of disgust or discomfort from you.

You laughed in his face.

"Hey!", Jake shouted and it echoed in the night.

Loud laughter bubbled from your lips, you tried to hide your mouth behind your free hand but Jake quickly grabbed it so he could defend himself. Seeing how delighted you were, your entire body buzzing with giggles, Jake felt himself relax and giggle with you. Though he didn't let go of your arm.

He saw the fallen cigarette on the ground, you probably forgot about it when you began to chuckle. He leaned forward and stepped on it.

When he landed his attention on you, you were more composed but the shaking did not stop. It was a futile attempt at covering your glee, Jake was obsessed, he was probably feeling the L-word (love) as well but he wasn't sure.

Though he understood from all the times he couldn't concentrate in practice and Sunghoon or Jay would have to call his name loudly to pull him out of daydreams of you and back to reality, when Sumin stopped questioning his intentions with you and replaced her usual indifferent glares with mild fascination, Jake knew he felt something more than like for you. He felt like he was hypnotised by your melody, your casual demeanour, overflowing confidence and assured attitude. It sucked him in from the night he dreamt of you.

Jake's hand slithered down from the curve of your elbow and slipped into the warmth of your hand. Your laughter had finally ceased, now replaced with a tender look. Jake smiled like he had never done before. You interlocked your fingers together and squeezed him palm.

It would be okay, the future would be more than okay-probably. He'd still have to go to practice, get yelled at by his sister and then get yelled at other bands when Sunghoon irked them on purpose. Maybe he'd have to eventually confront your seven exes. Nothing about you was simple, everything was too intricate, it was like he had entered a game and had to win all rounds before getting crowned "official boyfriend".

But it was more than okay because Jake knew you were worth it-you liked him and he liked you. There were no mind games, this was the simplest love he had experienced. He couldn’t stop thinking of you and you couldn’t stop ringing his landline. By your side, Jake concluded that even if he wasn’t the strongest, he’d figure out a way and fight the world for you.

Thank you for reading. Please do not edit/translate

[casscainmainly]

thank you so much for answering my ask! and so fast too, haha, don't worry about deleting it that stuff happens <3

i'm just curious though, im kinda new to dc and i mostly know stuff from tumblr (ive started reading comics from reading lists tho!)

since you're a cass fan, what makes you think dick is the fav? i love them both ofc but just tryna improve my understanding of the dynamics between the family. i've heard that cass and damian are the favorites? and jason? though apparently jason is only in fanon and ahh im just kinda confused im so sorry for the stupid questions

Trust me, no question about comics is stupid!! It's impossible to know everything (and I'm relatively new myself haha), so don't feel bad about asking anything. Plus I love answering asks :)).

Anyway, fantastic-nonsense's post here covers about all of why I think Dick is the fav. In case you don't wanna go there, here's one of the panels:

From Infinite Crisis #6. As clear an answer as we'll ever get, I think.

The question of 'who is Bruce's favourite?' is always subject to personal interpretation, though. Lots of factors - what a person has read, which character they like, what interpretation they have of Bruce - go into who someone thinks is Bruce's fav. Sometimes it's not even a question of pure canon, but a question of theme. Which character being Bruce's fav is the most narratively compelling? To me, that's Dick - their relationship has the most history, the most depth, and frankly I prefer one of Batman's successors (who to me is Dick or Cass only) being his favourite.

Cass being the fav is compelling too, but not as compelling to me as her not being the fav. Her story, her quest to break free from White men's expectations (both David and Bruce's), makes me not want her to be tied to Bruce's love too much. So while there are great canon reasons for her being the fav, I don't think it's a necessary or even particularly interesting angle for Bruce-Cass.

I actually haven't heard many people argue for Damian being Bruce's fav (it's usually Dick or Cass in my circles), which goes to show how much opinions vary haha. Damian has great reasons too - his entire death/resurrection has strong Bruce-Damian moments - but this is the least interesting fav kid pick to me. He's been raised to think of himself as Bruce's fav, and his arc is about undoing that belief in legacy, being the heir, etc. So being Bruce's fav doesn't do much for him. Having the only bio kid be the fav isn't that interesting either.

Jason definitely is the most fanon-y pick, though Jay being Bruce's fav is genuinely interesting. It's just that Bruce's love for Jason is a lot about the dead kid he used to be, and also half of why Jason is so obsessed with Dick is because he knows Bruce is obsessed with him. So in a roundabout way my preferred Jason-Dick dynamic hinges on Jason not being Bruce's fav. But I'm not well-read on Jason, I think some Jason fans might have good reasons for him being the fav.

These are all my interpretations of these characters, and the fun about reading comics is growing to develop your own opinion about questions like this! To me Bruce's fav isn't a strict right/wrong answer, I'm like one well-written meta away from changing my mind. But I hope this clarified my thoughts on the question!

[toomuchracket]

i know we've talked about jealous office nerd but what about girlie? like imagine they ran into his ex or a girl tried to flirt w him or smth

the girl who gets a trial week at the magazine before marianne decides if she wants to hire her - you're not particularly bothered initially when it transpires she's an art writer and thus will be in your and matty's department, but when she LATCHES onto your boyfriend and the questions go from "so is this word limit, like, set in stone? i just have so much to say" at the start of the week to "you know how i've written for frieze? well, i have an in at the team running the art fair, and i think you should come with me this weekend - they've given me a hotel suite we could stay in" at the end of the week... you can't even hear matty's reply from the desk across from yours because your rage is making the blood pump faster into your ears, and luke from film reviews just slides you a pack of cigs and whispers "i think you should maybe go and have one of these. you look murderous, mate" lmfao. but he doesn't have a light on him, so you actually do need to go up to matty and cut the girl off (while blatantly ignoring her) to say "matthew, i need to borrow your lighter" and respond "nope" when he offers to come for a cig too; you're not annoyed at him per se, other than the fact he hasn't told the girl he's with you (although tbf you don't tend to with new people for a minute, because you want to make the magazine seem strictly professional lmao), you just need to decompress alone. you do tell marianne what just happened, when you run into her on her way in, and she just rolls her eyes like "for fuck's sake. don't worry, her work's shit, we're not keeping her on. and don't worry about matty, either - he loves you, babe, and he's not about to throw that away for the frieze fucking art fair". she's right, of course - you don't know what he told the girl, but when you go back in matty moves to sit next to you and asks "can you take a look at this for me, please?", and on his laptop screen is a word doc saying "i love you. sorry about her. i didn't know how to nip her flirting in the bud without being a dick/ruining the professional relationship, and she took it too far. obv i'm not going with her to frieze (this year looks really shit anyway, would've taken you otherwise) and i told her the hotel room thing was inappropriate. and then i didn't hear any of what she said because i got distracted thinking about the inappropriate things we got up to in hotel rooms and also i booked a night away for us tonight so we can recreate them lol. but yes i love you so much xx". it's actually so cute, and you nod at him like "yeah. let me just..." and add a reply like "i love you too. just got a bit upset seeing her like that with you. but i'm sure you'll cheer me up at the hotel xo"; i mean, you do inadvertently end up edging him while you wank him off when you get there, just grumbling about the girl so much you stop moving ("'ohhhhh look at meeeee i've written for frieze ooh!!' i could fucking write for frieze if i wanted. she's not special" and matty's crying desperate to cum nodding like "you definitely could, baby, you're such a good writer FUCK please please just let me cum" lmfao), and while matty's fucking you you're giving it "nobody else feels as good as me, do they, baby? nobody else you wanna fuck, is that right? just me. you're mine, and i'm yours" and he's moaning into your mouth like "just you, only want you, only NEED you. love of my life". it turns a bit sweet at that point, honestly, murmured i love yous and kisses and all that, but it's still a dirty, dirty fuck that ends with cum in you and on you and matty practically passed out from how hard he went to prove you were the only one for him. kinda obsessed actually <3

[stupidstupidratcreatures]

caught up with what happens next. thoughts mostly about the comment section under the cut sorry

1. it's always been really interesting to me just how abstract a depiction of a person can be and still have people that find that depiction hot. i check the comments because i'm a dipshit and there are pretty consistently 2-3 people under any vikki or gage panel there for that. also shoutout to that one "when vicki's done resting her head on her mom's lap can i have a turn" comment

2. there's a lot of speculation-presented-as-fact about 202X griffin in the comments and it all feels like stuff we kinda can't know? we've only ever seen him post-murder in that photo with gage and we haven't seen current griffin "in person" at all. this isn't normally something i would care about or disagree with but it doesn't seem like what current griffin is actually like as a person is relevant at all to the role he's playing in the story right now

3. hm it's like very possible that in-fiction named himself after the mcelroy brother huh. what year would it have been like 2014? scary stuff

4. there are like a pretty large number of people ripping on milo in the comment section also. that feels weird. i get disliking That Type Of Guy but he was made to cut up his dead friend with a saw and then also institutionalized for five years. can we be nice

5. i feel like there's stuff here that shows this comic's age even in the three years since it started. gage is less of an extant guyotype than he used to be (as in the cultural signifiers and the true crime/serial killing obsession. "poor and isolated trans guy who talks to people online" is not someone going away so long as poverty, transmasculinity, and the internet exist). vikki says "because of woke" in a panel that's meant to be part of the same scene as the very first page and that definitely isn't something they were saying in 2021. the look of the tumblr ui, that thing max graves draws a lot, has changed drastically since the comic started. i don't mean this in a cinemasins way i just mean this like. idk. the way time moves so much faster than any webcomic updating schedule does is just something that i think about and this comic gives me a lot of occasion to think about it. it's very good

[beanghostprincess]

You made me into shuggy enjoyer but now I’m sad shanks doesn’t actually care about buggy in canon. How shuggy shippers live with buggy being so obsessed but not shanks

I'm glad I made you into a Shuggy enjoyer!!! But, with all due respect, I don't know where the whole "Shanks doesn't care about Buggy" thing comes from. In fact, I believe it to be the other way around?

In their childhood, Shanks was the one to look after Buggy constantly even when the tiniest of things happened. We see Shanks bothering Buggy for his attention, then staying with him when he's sick to take care of him (instead of going to Laugh Tale), also Shanks asking Buggy to go sail with him... And that's not something a rejection like Buggy's and years can erase.

They might not be together now but that doesn't mean Shanks doesn't care about Buggy. In Marineford his mood changes drastically when he sees Buggy and he goes back to teasing him like always but not in a malicious way, but in a "back like the old days" kinda thing. His mood also changes in the worst way when people ask about Buggy.

We don't have much content of them as adults now, but if I had to choose which one cares more, it'd be Shanks (and also, his whole character truly is about caring and protecting the ones he loves). Not saying Buggy doesn't care (he does) (he literally won't stop mentioning Shanks, lmao) but his resentment and envy blind him enough to turn that care into hatred and rivalry so it isn't as obvious.

We as a fandom have turned Shanks into a guy who's completely obsessed with Buggy for laughs and because it's cute, but it really isn't that far from the truth because the few moments we have of them in canon it's always Shanks looking after him and Buggy trying to reject him.

I don't wanna sound mean or condescending, sorry 😭💖 I just don't know where the perception of Shanks not caring comes from...

[firstkanaphans]

I love these prompts. How about J for AlanGaipa?

[J]oking about kissing—and then actually doing it::

Alan was drunk. He hadn’t meant to be—he was usually very good at holding his liquor—but some things you just weren’t meant to go through sober and attending the wedding of an ex was apparently one of them. He’d started the evening off with a shot to settle his nerves and it had all been downhill from there. 

It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy for Wen. They hadn’t been good for each other—he realized that now—but seeing him at the front of a church smiling as he made promises of forever brought back memories Alan had tried very hard to bury. He wasn’t sad so much as lonely. So, in what he could only describe as a fit of deep depression, he stole a bottle of wine from the bar and snuck away to drink it.

He ended up sprawled out on the grass in the back corner of the spacious gardens where the reception was being held and although the sounds from the party drifted out to him, it was far enough away that he felt like he was alone. Or at least he had until a man turned the corner, spotted him, and stopped in his tracks. 

Alan was drunk enough that he had to squint to bring the man into focus. Only then did he recognize Gaipa. He tried to sit up straighter in an effort to maintain just a bit of dignity in front of a client, but he immediately slunk back down again. He didn’t have the energy—or the sobriety—for professionalism tonight. He took another swig from the wine bottle instead.

“Khun Alan,” Gaipa greeted. “Are you hiding, too?”

“My ex just married the hottest man I’ve ever seen in my life,” Alan grumbled. “Of course I’m hiding.”

Gaipa chuckled and then, to Alan’s surprise, took a seat on the ground next to him. “Mind if I join you?”

Alan made a barely intelligible noise of consent and Gaipa smiled at him softly before turning his attention to the sky. Alan tried to follow his gaze, but looking upwards made him feel dizzy, so he settled for staring at Gaipa instead. The moonlight shining off of his skin made him look like a statue: beautiful and stoic. Alan wanted to admire him. 

“What are you hiding for?” Alan asked after almost a minute of silence. “I thought you were part of their happy little chicken cult.”

“Chicken cult?” Gaipa laughed.

Alan waved him off. “You know what I mean.”

Gaipa just stared at him, that ever-present kindness in his eyes. There was something else there this time, though. A darkness that Alan often saw reflected in his own. Gaipa looked away.

“I might have spent a good decade of my life in love with one of the grooms,” he said forlornly. “I guess I’m just mourning what could have been. But it’s fine. It’s totally fine. Would you mind if I had a sip of that?”

Alan passed over the wine bottle and Gaipa took several large gulps before lowering it with a wince. “I don’t actually like wine,” he said in explanation. 

That didn’t surprise Alan. Gaipa was young and uncomplicated. He was also very, very pretty.

“It’s his loss, you know,” Alan said, taking the wine bottle back from him. “Unfortunately, your precious Uncle Jim has horrible taste in men.”

A slight blush rose to Gaipa’s cheeks. Alan wasn’t sure if it was because of the words or the wine. 

“It’s their loss,” Gaipa corrected. “Wen was an idiot for leaving you. If only they could see us now…”

“Drunk and pining?” Alan asked.

“No.” Gaipa laughed. “Together. Trash talking them at their own wedding. You know, I bet between the two of us, we know all of their dirty little secrets. We’re a force to be reckoned with. They should fear us.”

“Oh, if they saw us together, they would hate it,” Alan said. “Can you imagine? Just an ever-constant reminder of their past mistakes.”

It was a nice thought. And not just because Alan wanted Wen to see that he still had options. It was nice because it was Gaipa and sitting here with him was the least lonely Alan had felt in weeks. 

The two of them looked at each other as the words and the alcohol settled between them and Alan could tell that they were thinking the exact same thing. He wasn’t sure which of them moved first, but the next thing he knew, they were kissing.

Gaipa’s lips tasted like sweet red wine and revenge.

When Alan finally pulled away, his heart was racing, inundated with feelings he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Gaipa didn’t run. He just sat there, his mouth open in surprise.

“I don’t think it’ll work unless they can actually see us,” Gaipa said, but Alan’s desires had suddenly changed. This moment wasn’t for Wen anymore. It was for him. So he leaned in, tangled his fingers in Gaipa’s hair, and kissed him again until the wedding became nothing more than background noise.

[Part 2 here]

[taxinealkaloids]

girls will literally turn their parents’ corpses into meat puppets to prevent the House of their birthright from being annexed by other powers 

[harbingersecho]

... do you know which one I am?

[itsjaywalkers]

favourite character game!!!

Put your 4 favourite characters from 4 pieces of media as options and let your tumblr pals decide which one most suits your vibes

thank you my beloveds @sommerregenjuniluft @pupmotif @quillkiller @fromagony for tagging me, this looks so fun!!

once again, and bc of my stupid job, i'm late for this so i think everyone has done it.. anyway, sorry if you've already been tagged but !! np tags: @carniferous @static-radio-ao3 @themuseoftheviolets @a-lilypad @standardlovers

[every-sanji]

what are some of your favorite moments where sanji just gets screwed over (like the hgeegh bit)

I'm not sure if that's like. Getting screwed over so much as just being made fun of for saying silly things. That said I do think his bit where he just starts talking in wing dings (here) is incredibly funny and given the fact that it has been one of my most popular posts this month I think most of you can agree with that. I do in general think the zoro and sanji dynamic is incredibly funny even if I'm just skimming for sanjis I'll keep an eye out for them for a giggle.

[introspectivememories]

so fucking glad that big biceps bernard is back

[koka-mi]

choking on flowers by fox academy...wowzers.....

[givehimthemedicine]

just a ramble of thoughts on El's kinda dicky moments this season ("I want today to be about you and me" right in front of Will, rejecting Mike's identifying with being bullied):

El doesn't really have the social experience to always realize how the others have traumas they're processing too, and that her way of going through hers can have an impact on them.

or theirs on her. she doesn't realize Mike's behavior towards her is in fact the impact of Mike going through it, but a different "it".

you know how there's a certain moment growing up where you have that realization that, ohh wait, so everyone else is the main character in their own story, like I am mine? El's around the age for that, but she's still a big step behind, still also in the process of realizing that she even is her own main character.

while she's naturally empathetic and loving, the til-recently-only-memorable part of El's upbringing really gave her no experience in like… not being the center of attention, or having to perceive others' emotions. NOT that "being the center of attention" in the lab was ever a good thing, or resulted in her feelings being valued or anything like that.

yet while she was the sole focus of the lab, SHE was never important or had any agency. even once she was the only number, she was still just a number. a prop in someone else's story.

it's gotta leave her with this weird "I'm at the center of everything but also I don't matter at all" perception of herself.

which is how she's selfless in big ways (helped find Will at her own expense, ready to die to save them all from the demogorgon, saves the world every so often, etc), but then also has these little moments that come off pretty self-regarding in her treatment of Will and Mike. it has a lot more to do with being severely developmentally behind than knowingly being an asshole. I think the others (for sure someone as perceptive as Will) know to account for that, but it still must sting sometimes.

I think this scene is something important for El -

hearing Max's trauma dump was the first time she's ever listened to one of her friends speak at length about their feelings. I'm sure she would have listened to any of her friends any time, but no one ever really opened up like that (and Max still isn't opening up to her here). maybe especially no one tries to confide in El because they either think they shouldn't because she Has It Worse, or that she wouldn't get it.

but El does get it. Max doesn't use the word "monster," but that's kinda what she thinks of herself. she thinks she did something unforgivable. El's fresh off getting some closure on her own monster arc and then turns around and finds out Max has been struggling all this time with something similar.

seeing her best friend cry and hearing her actually talk about her darkest feelings - ones not so different from El's own - idk I think that's gotta be a big moment for El in her perception of other people

[pondslime]

Ok stupid question but I had to ask BC I love the way you answer things haha 💓💓 (Sorry if that was worded weirdly)

So Jonesy (I think that's the dog's name in House of Wax) from all the Sinclair brothers who do you Jonesy likes the most and who do you think likes Jonesy the best?

it's not weird at all!! now that my HOW brainworms are back, any excuse to ramble incoherently about this dumbass movie and the characters is like. PURE gold. lmao 💀

okay, so imo, vinny is definitely the favorite. the first place where we see jonesy in the movie is in the wax museum and that is def not a coincidence!! they were hanging out!! jonesy just got bored of watching her dad labor over the fine details of the wax titty & wandered upstairs.

they're best friends!! I just know it!! that shot where vincent's turning wade to wax? and jonesy jumps up on the bed? the CUTEST. rip wade 🙏 but?? I adore that sm.

and he takes the puppy w/him when he goes to murder blake & paige. unhinged dog dad behavior if I've ever seen it. I can 100% see them both quietly coexisting in the same space together for hours on end—vincent sculpting and sketching, jonesy napping next to him. padding upstairs in the middle of the night to have a midnight snack. UGH

I v much also subscribe to the line of thinking that lester doesn't live in corpsetown & has a lil shack of his own in the woods. but he absolutely hustles up to the house routinely to bring jonesy weird roadkill snacks and play w/her in the backyard. if anyone in the family is committed to getting her energy out, it's v much him. they're just outside for hours n hours tossing a mangled deer leg around and kicking up dirt. I feel.

as for bo. well. he v much strikes me as the kind of guy who pretends to be fairly ambivalent about the fact they have a dog running around. if jonesy ever stirs up trouble or chews thru smthn, he's the first one to be like, "UH??? it's your fuckin' dog?? I ain't never ask for this??"

v much onery dad energy. he catches vincent giving jonesy some food off his plate and immediately starts talking about how he's spoiling the damn dog and THIS is why she knocked over the garbage can & got coffee grounds and eggshells all over the kitchen floor.

never mind that he's always giving her scraps of whatever random concoction he's eating. she's chowing down on eggo waffles and beef jerky and hostess snacks whenever he's around. but no, it's vincent who spoils her. sure, jan.

he wants a huntin and fishin dog, but he's not much of a hunter or a fisher. so he gets a couch potato that sits next to him while he drinks beer and rewatches old spaghetti westerns. and he totally doesn't care about it or like her. totally.