#if only I had the talent to not throw things and cry when learning how to do new things₊ ⊹ଘ(੭ˊ-ˋ)੭

[seyvia]

I've been thinking about this for awhile and I think it's time somebody dedicated a cc pack to enchanting & beautiful men. Wait!✋️ Here is the inspo:

Howl from Howl's moving castle.

Elliot from From stardew Valley.

Astarian from Boulder's gate 3.

... And you know, other genuinely over romanticized, slightly horny, beautiful masculine men. ╮(˶•⤙•˶; )╭ I'm talking, Mr. Darcy open see-through shirt walking in the morning misty field. Simple yet divine ghibli earrings hitting the sun shine just so. Long hair flowing in the wind...think Disney princess but King! Handsome wizard, flirtatious vampires, charming pirates, 80s romance novel paperback book art..... This is now a threat!

(ง ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)ง

[chuluoyi]

heartbreak hotel

- gojo satoru x reader

so you're going on a three-day-two-night getaway trip with the one and only Gojo Satoru. the catch? you two have just broken up.

genre/warnings: crack, jealousy, a dose of pettiness, hurt/comfort, fluff, zero angst i promise, suguru being a good buddy to his boyfriend best friend

notes: inspired by a very real life story :))) anyways, it takes place in an au where suguru never left and all is well with our little meow meow catoru the wonderful colored manga panel by the talented @redbluenight! this was so much fun to write (that it turned into a whopping 3k+ word, so sorry) and i even made a playlist while on it ;)

series masterlist | oneshot masterlist

"He's intolerable!"

There were many things that led to the end of your relationship with Gojo Satoru, but if asked one word to sum it, then that was it.

When you started this thing with him, obviously you had never planned on how it would end―who started a relationship with that sort of mindset anyway? But if you could choose, you definitely wouldn't want it to end with dramatic shouting match that left you in tears.

Anyways, some things were just not meant to be. You refused to spend your whole life crying over that smug bastard, and so you moved on.

However, if there's one thing you've learned about plans, it is that whenever you already make a foolproof one, the world always has some funny way to mess it up.

Like this time.

"I... I remembered saving for months," you stammered dumbly, staring blankly at Shoko in front of you. The realization felt like a spiritual ascent. "I paid for that damn plane ticket and hotel with my whole saving. I can't just throw them away."

How could you possibly forget about this? This graduation trip that had been planned between your group of Satoru, Suguru, Shoko and yourself for months now. It was meant to be a getaway, a celebration of your most significant achievement after four years of barely getting by on exorcising curses and not dying in the process. This was supposed to be the ultimate milestone celebration in your life.

"Then don't," Shoko replied simply, twisting the cigarette in her mouth. "I'm still going though. No way I'm wasting that money."

"But!" you vehemently hissed. "He will be there. It means I have to see him for three days straight!"

Your cringeworthy breakup happened just barely a week ago. You had sworn in front of Gojo Satoru that you didn't want to see his face again, and yet in less than a week from now, you and him would literally share the same space―again?

"Can't I get a refund?"

"This late? Nah, it's like yay or nay at this point."

You slumped in frustration. Were the gods making you swallow your own words now? You were left with no other choice. Your frugality and tendency to get broke often compelled you to make the decision.

You were going on this trip whether he was there or not.

Meanwhile, on his end, the said smug bastard was brooding, groaning and pacing over the same predicament. Satoru had two options and had weighed them all, and somehow he still arrived at the more seemingly no-good decision.

"I'm going, duh!"

"You are?" Suguru asked with a hint of surprise in his voice. "Well, might be the first time I've seen someone agree to go on an overnight trip with his ex..."

"Hmph. I just don't like squandering money."

Suguru snorted, unimpressed. “Satoru, you have an entire fortune. The airfare is just an amount you'd donate to charity. Besides, you have wasted more than that.”

“Well, I want to enjoy my youth too! I’m going—who cares if she’ll be there!”

He was still miffed, recalling the day your argument spiraling out of control. How could you say those hurtful things to him?

“You never take things seriously—heck, I’m not even sure if you’re ever taking me seriously at all! Satoru, you’re always acting all high and mighty, but you’re just a selfish little twat!”

No way. The last time, he was left in the dust, not being able to say anything in his defense. So now, he would use this chance to be the one who had the last laugh. He was going, because he was 70% sure that you wouldn’t let your hard-earned money go to waste.

And he was right when two days later, he found you at the airport with a bitter scoff upon seeing him.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he moistened his lower lip in that obnoxious way. “Missed me?”

You walked past him, tone lacing with disdain. “Get lost, Gojo.”

He couldn’t help the prickling sensation in his chest when you dismissed him just like that. And the use of his last name—whereas you used to call him with all sort of available pet names? Now that was just low.

“Nah, you can’t get away from me that easily, Y/N,” Satoru sniggered. “You’re going to see me for the next three days, so suck it up and enjoy the sight,” and then the idiot proceeded to pump his fist in the air. “Wooo! Kyushu, here I go!”

Suguru and Shoko merely observed your icy interactions in silence, occasionally exchanging glances from time to time.

ITINERARY ::: DAY 1 — BEACH DAY @ SEASIDE HOTEL

After the three-hour flight, the four of you arrived at Karatsu, one of the main highlights in your trip—or back then, one you and Satoru handpicked yourselves.

You swore you still had your heart frozen for him, so you didn’t know what stirred it when you saw him giggling and doubling over in carefree delight, surrounded by those beach girls in skimpy bikinis.

“Hey, handsome~ is this even okay?” one of the girls in pink thong scooted closer to him, asking him with this cheap seductive grin. “Won’t your girlfriend be mad?”

At that moment, you could’ve sworn Satoru threw you a glance from the corner of his eye before replying with a triumphant bark. “What girlfriend? I’m wholly and happily single!”

The hell?

A rush of squeals grated your nerves as they swarmed your ex-boyfriend, prompting you to stalk away in irritation.

Absolutely not. You wouldn’t let this fine establishment be your heartbreak hotel any longer.

Gojo Satoru knew fully that he was petty. He let you see that on purpose just to rile you up, because frankly, he still felt like he didn’t deserve your messy breakup at all.

But when you were no longer in his eyesight, suddenly the urge to entertain these strangers dissipated, and what remained was this hollow sensation in his chest. You not paying him attention somehow made him crave it all the more.

He recalled how you pointed out that playing in the clear waters would be your ideal graduation gift. He specifically recommended this place himself and you had agreed. He remembered planning all of this, dragging Suguru and Shoko too just to make it merrier. To keep that cute smile on your face.

You were supposed to fool around with him in the clear waters of Matsubara Beach, splashing and pulling him underwater.

And yet in reality, he was toying with these questionable women and in your eyes, he was nothing but an irritable twat.

He didn’t see you again until evening, during dinner time. And the sight before him made him want to pull Suguru to the side and trap him inside his unlimited void.

"Really?" Your clear voice rang in his ears, every bit the same as when you would energetically question him with those doe eyes of yours, as you peered at Suguru. "We should go together tomorrow then!"

His eyes twitched.

What has his life come to? Reduced into seeing his ex-girlfriend possibly going on a date with his best friend?

He almost hoped that you'd stage up your pettiness level. It was worse because unlike him, you didn't make this up just to gauge his reaction.

That night, in their shared hotel room, he ignored Suguru completely, as well as silently waiting for him to divulge where he and you were going tomorrow.

"Hey Satoru—"

"Shut up, I'm trying to sleep."

It was obviously a wrong move, because Suguru apparently caught the hint and stayed quiet as a mouse throughout the night.

ITINERARY ::: DAY 2 — HOT SPRING @ KUMAMOTO

Or at least, last he remembered, that was the agenda.

Until he saw that only Shoko who was there, idling around at the hot spring area.

"Where are the others? Why is it only you here?"

She shrugged. "Geto said he's going to try the local specialties. Dunno where. As for me, I'm going to enjoy this onsen to the fullest."

Shoko noticed his irritated scowl, and a sly grin crept across her face.

"Heh, jealous much now, Gojo?"

Meanwhile, you and Suguru went to various dessert shops in town as per his invitation. Perhaps he took pity on you because you really seemed not to be having any fun at all after you stormed off from the beach area yesterday.

"Mmm! This is tasty!" you remarked, munching away the three-colored dango happily. You were so engrossed in eating today that you no longer had any room to think about anything else, which was a good thing.

Suguru smiled. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself now." However, he appeared to have something on his mind, prompting you to hum and tilt your head in curiosity.

"No, it's just... so it's really over between you and Satoru?"

You let out a snort. "Yeah. Totally. He's an ass."

"He really is miserable, you know..."

"Nah, he doesn't look like it."

Your friend sighed. "Honestly, what was the argument even about? Both of you usually didn't take it this far."

You didn't want to go back to that topic, really. But Suguru was always the one with cooler head, and after his kindness today, maybe you could spare him a detail or two.

"It's a lot of little things that have piled up, you know," you mumbled. "It's probably just how he is, and I know. But I finally reached my boiling point. Why can't he try to see things from my perspective? Everything that's important to me doesn't seem to matter to him, and relationships need two people, not just one who resigns and the other who does anything he pleases."

And until now, you doubted if Satoru even realized what he did wrong. That was what hurt you the most. Like you were so small in his eyes, like he could toy with you and get away with it.

As you expected, Suguru would understand your point. "So that's how you feel... Yeah, I think I get it."

You thought he would end it at that, but then he went on. "I'm not defending him, Y/N. I think some time away from you would do him good, but later, maybe you can talk this to him? See if he will understand?"

"I already did, so many times." You narrowed your eyes at him. "Not to offend you, but it awfully seems like you're defending him, Suguru, despite you saying otherwise."

"I'm saying this because sometimes we can forget that Satoru is different," he explained sympathetically, and to be honest, you were surprised by his statement. "He is born exalted. He has a hard time comprehending things that come to us naturally. I just think it's a pity if... you can actually fix this, but just because bad communication, you lose the chance to."

Have you properly communicated this to him? Now that you thought about it, most of the times you would just get mad and point at the little things he missed, but never actually told him how it made you feel.

Your mind was still muddled with the fact Suguru had shed light on even after you got back to ryokan where you were staying for the night. The two of you were in for a surprise though as apparently there was a festival happening there.

Everything seemed to spark with glitters. The bamboo lanterns, lights, the gentle breeze. It created an undeniably romantic ambiance, to be honest.

You didn't know when Suguru slipped away, but suddenly, you found yourself alone amidst the visitors and dim lights.

And you found yourself to be immensely lonely.

Satoru spotted you in all your solitary glory amidst the sea of people in this godforsaken place.

No, actually it was a pretty great inn and attraction, but this trip had been horrible so far, and so he just felt everything was bad.

But at that moment, bitterness no longer clouded his mind, because you were so beautiful, bathed in the glow of the lights that Shoko had forcibly dragged him to see. If it were up to him, he'd spend the last night sleeping his heartbreak away, but now that he was here, he was thankful to see the dazzling sight of you that reminded him once again just what made him hopelessly in love with you.

And why he didn't get his sorry ass back into your good graces faster.

He retraced everything had brought both of you to this point. Your last fight was about what again? Him not telling you any news when he would be back from a mission?

No matter how he thought about it, it was a trivial matter. So what made you mad? He kept thinking, and then he imagined switching places with you. What if you didn't text him at all for three days straight? How would he feel? Oh, he would be despondent, of course.

Now he was starting to understand. He had done that so many times he could no longer keep count. Granted, you would be angry.

Satoru suddenly know how to rectify this. He can make things right. He would be damned if he didn't. He just had to pull you aside, and he was going to when he lost sight you in the crowd.

Okay, now he was frantic, as the longer he didn't see you, the more his opportunity to make amends slipped away. He moved through the crowd, pushing people in the process, earning ire and questionable glares and yet he cared none for it.

He nearly cursed at how his phone kept vibrating incessantly inside his pocket. Begrudgingly, he took it out and almost gasped.

You are calling him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It was so incredibly stupid. You just went to pee for a bit and then somehow got yourself locked in the toilet. It might have been fine, but then the lights unexpectedly went out, scaring the shit out of you.

How could such a upscale inn experience a sudden power outage and have doors that wouldn't budge? It was worse when no matter how many times you punched the switch or banged the door, it refused to turn on or open.

You were trapped. Honestly, it took everything you had not to cry.

And so you did the next best thing aside from forcing your way out. You called your friends. First, Shoko, and then Suguru, but both of them somehow didn't pick up the call even after you had called them three times each.

That left you with one possible person left. In your frenzied mind, it didn't even register in your mind what you were doing as the line connected and the last person you'd call on the other side answered.

"Satoru," you shakily breathed out, almost crying—or were you already? You didn't know as you focused on his sharp intake of breath, most likely surprised at how rattled you sound.

"Y/N? What? What is it?"

"I—" you wheezed, hating how helpless you sounded, yet still forced the words out. "I'm locked, it's dark—and it's just so—help! Help me please! I tried getting Shoko but she didn't—"

"Okay, sweetheart, calm down. Calm down, okay?" Satoru's voice brought you some comfort and it helped to reduce your tears, missing how he slipped up by calling you with his usual pet name for you. "Tell me. Where are you?"

"The women's restroom… I think it’s in the east wing."

"I'm coming, okay? Don't panic. I'll be there. Just stay on the line."

You heard his ragged breaths as he muttered several "coming through!" and "excuse me!" from where he was. It made your heart lurch. Despite the spiteful breakup, he rushed to your aid as soon as he realized you were in some kind of trouble.

Was this okay, to let your relationship end just like that?

"I'm outside." And then you heard his voice, much to your relief. "Y/N? Are you there?"

"Yes!" you shouted over the steel door.

You then heard how he rummaged to get the door open, and faintly hear him cursing it. "It won't open."

You wanted to sob, but then Satoru told you with an absolute tone, sounding so sure and demanding that compelled you to comply. "Get away from the door. As far as possible. Take cover."

Oh God, was he going to do what you thought he might do?

...he did. The next thing you knew, the door—and much more than that—was destroyed, and a rush of cursed energy was everywhere. After the blast subsided, you instinctively made a run for it, and you didn't know how, but you ended up stumbling into him.

Satoru caught you in his firm embrace.

"It's okay. You're okay," he cooed, whispering in your ear gently, urging your shivering body to calm down. "You're safe now, Y/N... I'm here. You're safe."

There was always something about your trembling form that made him want to tear down everything and anything in his path just to make you feel secure. And there was always this sense of rightness whenever you snuggled in his arms. Both desires clashed in a contrasting need and want and Satoru could do nothing but keep you close to him, torn between the two.

He kept his hand on your spine, and you clung on him, burying your face in his broad, sturdy chest.

Nevermind the fact that you technically broke up with him. Nevermind that ever since this botched trip started, it was the first occasion in which the two of you held a proper conversation without spewing bravado or sarcasm.

Afterwards, he led you away from the site, and he figured it would be best to go somewhere quieter rather than the festival, and so here you were, at the deserted lounge.

You had calmed down for the most part, and slowly you felt heat in your cheeks. In hindsight, you could've tried using cursed energy to blast the door too, why didn't you think of that earlier?

And yet, unaware of your internal musings, Satoru's thoughts were occupied with another matter entirely, and blame it on his insensitivity—he chose this moment to drop it without hesitation.

"I want you back," he declared, void of any hesitation. "I'll be better, I promise. Those things you hate—tell me, and I'll make sure not to repeat them again."

He wasn't the sharpest when it came to picking up on your feelings, but Satoru vowed that if it bothered you that much, then he would do his best to avoid doing it.

But you... you were still trying your best to grasp the situation. Amidst the plot twist you just experienced tonight, his blatant proclamation was the last thing you expected so you only managed a "What?"

He held your gaze, eerily serious. “I don’t want to break up. It’s hell. We can—I can still fix this.”

He looked sincere, unlike the usual empty promises he’d give you after you went off on him. And suddenly, you understood.

“…really?”

“Yeah. Just give me another chance. I’ll prove it to you,” Satoru said, visibly impatient now. “I won’t give you up. This literally is the fight of my life right now.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, despite yourself. If there was anything that you had learned tonight, it was that apparently you and him were still salvageable.

“And how will you prove it?”

“Just so you wait and see, sweets. I’m gonna relight your feelings!”

It was beyond corny that he took a line from your favorite song. And both of you burst into a laughter at the sheer silliness of it.

You sighed, but this time of relief, in stark contrast to your earlier sighs that afternoon. You were giddy as a smile perched on your lips. “Fine. Let’s give this another shot.”

Satoru felt the tension in his shoulder melt with your answer. A genuine, wide smile emerged from the bottom of his heart and lit up his face.

“Now, this whole trip has been kind of terrible so far, don’t you think?” He made a brief pouty face for a moment before reverting to his mischievous grin His remarkable expressiveness—reminiscent of a child's, in your opinion—never ceased to fascinate you. “I have a pretty good idea where we should go next.”

You furrowed your brow in confusion. “What do you mean? Tomorrow’s our last day.”

“No freaking way!” he exclaimed, whipping out his phone to launch the travel agency app. “We are going to redo our graduation trip. This time just the two of us!”

There were many things that led to the end of your relationship with your dork of a boyfriend, but as you reflected on it, you realized that there were also many reasons for you to stay together, especially when he reached for your hand and held it firmly in his grasp.

You were unable to contain your excitement and bubbling with melodious giggles that he adored so much as he whisked you away from Kumamoto in favor of the last bullet train to Kyoto, where your long-awaited true vacation would begin.

Epilogue

“I told you this was a horrible idea. I fucking told you.”

"Can you blame me? Dude was about to throttle me in my sleep."

"Geto," Shoko scowled, her disbelief at his simple answer evident as she gestured wildly with both hands towards the wrecked lavatory, emphasizing her point. "Look—now that he had gone and done it, we're the ones footing the bill for the destruction of property!"

Gojo had blasted the washroom with a freaking Red. And the innkeeper promptly held both Shoko and Suguru responsible since their roommates were captured on CCTV and had vanished without a trace.

Suguru rubbed his neck sheepishly. "I genuinely thought it was a good idea. I didn't expect Satoru to go overboard though," then he threw her a stink eye. "And hey, you were complicit in this too!"

Shoko mumbled a string of curses as she pulled out her phone, snapping some pictures of the undeniable evidence of Gojo’s doing, and then made a call. Suguru frowned.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm reporting him to the headquarters!"

[hana-no-seiiki]

HELLO??? WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS MASTERPIECE??? especially the last line holy shit im scared yet excited at the same time 😬😬

YANDERE! AQUAMARINE HOSHINO x REINCARNATED! READER x YANDERE! RUBY

Guess I gotta do a full fic about it huh. Here we go. Link to previous part in the ask!

tw/cw: yandere themes, gaslight tactics courtesy of aqua, girlkeep tactics courtesy of ruby, girlboss [y/n]. mentions of suicide. reader is gn but gets described as beautiful.

is this really a yandere fic when both the twins are canonically insane tho-

IT WAS SAID THAT DURING THE NIGHT OF YOUR BIRTH THE SUN WAS AT ITS HIGHEST POINT AND FULLEST BLOOM.

Its rays buried humanity under a blanket of heat and devastation. Fortunetellers would wax on and on of the disasters you would soon bring upon the world.

That was your experience in your first life.

Many could only wish of being born to a worldwide pop-star, but to you it was a reality. You resented those that vied for your place. How could they romanticize such a life when every single day was torture for you. Some predicted you to be world-class singer before your first cry. People knew you before you could even speak to them. Everyone already idolized you, expected you to do great things before you’d even learn the alphabet.

The pressure had already been insurmountable the moment you took your first breath.

Your second life was terrifying to say the least. It didn’t matter that way you died before, just the thought of experiencing the same motions again frightened you to your bones.

And so you pretended. A shining star to a dim moon that barely reflected any light. Ever so meticulously making sure none knew of your so called genius. The last thing you wanted was to be labeled a prodigy even with the more lax nature of your new family.

But art will always call to you, a sunflower drawn to its source of energy.

You kept everything as lowkey as you could, reconnected with contacts you knew would keep their mouth shut, and even kept your identity away from prying eyes.

To the world you were just this masked musician that was oddly reminiscent of their previous luminescence.

You were satisfied with that life. Fame wasn’t something you agonized about or wished for. But now that veil had been taken away, it’s as if everything was crashing down yet again. Emails, messages and articles about your success as a young star was beginning to show its true weight. Stress began accumulating further and further as you had distanced yourself from your family and threw yourself to work as a distraction.

On one such ‘productive’ night, you were met with a face you didn’t expect.

“Aqua-niisama! Nice seeing you here. Thought you would be staying at that director’s place for the night—“

“Why didn’t you tell me? Didn’t you promise to tell me everything? Don’t you trust me?”

Aquamarine had this knack of being utterly terrifying without meaning to. He had the talent to frighten at a glance. His beautiful sea-like eyes turn dull, murky. Capturing all the light, and drowning you in the same pressure your old family would throw you under repeatedly.

With his arms caging you between his form and the wall, you knew there was no escaping this. So in spite of the crippling anxiety, you gulp it do

“I wasn’t confident enough with my skills. Your mom is the Ai Hoshino and Ruby is so talented I—“

He lowered his face, nestled it right beside yours. You could swear he was breathing in your scent. “You looked anything but ‘not confident’ up on the stage.”

“Liar.” His hands then moved from the wall to encircle themselves around your body; his face to your the top of your head and nose between your hair. Yet even in this tight embrace you still felt chills down your spine. “I scare you don’t I? You were worried that I would stop you like I did with her.”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry. I’m a terrible brother.”

“No, I understand you. You just wanted to keep her safe and I—“

“Not for that.” He pushed himself away for a couple of moments, and for that short amount of time you were ashamed to say that you felt utterly relieved until— “This.”

— he kissed you.

You’ve seen Aqua kiss Akane before. Both on and out of camera. You respected their relationship despite knowing of how unhealthy it truly is. They’d eventually break up and things would go smoothly you thought.

Pfft, as if. You knew shit would hit the fan. You were just too much of a coward to get in his way. Akane could suffer for all you care, she chose to date your psychopath of an adoptive brother anyways.

But you didn’t expect him to fall for you.

He never seem interested. Despite your mother telling you time and time again that Aqua cared deeply about you, you just couldn’t see it.

He was the deep, dark ocean. You were at the highest point of the sky, sailing across the cosmic sea. There was no way you two could meet eye to eye much less love normally.

You did the only thing your body could muster at the moment and slapped him.

“You’re right. You are a horrid brother.”

As you ran away, sobbing, Aqua couldn’t help but feel aroused.

Oh, how charming you looked with tears streaking down your cheeks.

It felt like hours when you first started crying nonstop. You never cried in your original life. You had no time or energy to. You never expected that your second, mundane life would be the one that shattered you.

And shattered you it did. You felt sorry for the future you who had to wash off all the tears and snot on your pillows and bedsheets, but it had to be done. You knew if you didn’t let it all out that day it’d happen sooner or later at a more inconvenient time.

Aqua only entered once to leave a tissue box and water bottle before he left. The sounds of typing outside of your room never ceased however, indicating he never actually went too far.

Ruby arrived far earlier than you expected as well. Her schedule that day should have had her busy til midnight but you had the feeling Aqua told her what he’d done.

“Ruby-nee—“

“Ssshhh…” Ruby silenced you with a kiss to the forehead.

“Why would he do that— he - he has a girlfriend.” You stuttered and hiccuped throughout your speech, still crying as hard as you did back then.

“Do you really think he loves her?”

“No.”

“But that isn’t what you’re worried about isn’t it?”

Ruby brought you up to her shoulder, massaging your back in a circular motion. “Trust me, nothing will change. He loves you very much. We both love you. I’m just sorry we didn’t make you feel comfortable enough to share your passion with us. You’re amazing [Y/N] in every shape, way or form. You don’t have to be the brightest to the world, you have no obligation to.”

“To us you’re already perfect.”

You never knew she had the capability to be this comforting in a mature sort of way. She always radiated a loud vibration; refreshing most of the time, though it did get tiring.

Never have you been afforded this kind of consolation. It was always you against the world. Being reminded that there are other stars in the sky beside you gave you a strange sense of solace. An odd variety of relief borne out of being insignificant in the sky.

“This incident just means he loves you in a different way alright?”

“But what about Aka-neesama?”

“I’ll talk to him about it.”

“You should thank me. I left them all vulnerable for you.” Aqua spoke, his right hand quickly moved across his laptop’s keyboard and his left held a can of Monster.

“You felt it too didn’t you?” Ruby exhaled. It took a while to get you to lull you into sleep; a necessary step to have the conversation she was partaking in.

“Yeah. . . I did.” Aqua took a sip from his drink, his starry eyes laser focused on the recording of your performance. He had set up several fan accounts and gotten footage from all sorts of angles. He couldn’t wait for your next stage. May it be from sheer excitement or the caffeine in his blood, but the man was absolutely shaking all over over in anticipation. “We have a second chance, don’t mess things up.”

“I should be saying that to you. Break up with Akane by next week. And be careful with how forward you are with your feelings.”

“Already done.” Aqua held up his phone without breaking moving his head at all, in his phone were a few texts between him and a panicking Akane. “and no promises”

Ruby sighed one last time that night, leaning her head back to your bedroom door. “. . . You were right.”

“Hm?”

Both of her eye’s stars hard turn tar black, a blush covered her cheeks.

“[Y/N] does look enticing when they cry.”

[ghosts-bandwagon]

HELLO begging pleading on my knees for more young reader hello please a crumb it was so scrumptious i am begging for me sobbing crying at your feet it was so good more pleasepleaseplease I NEED TO SEE THE STORY EXPAND plsplspls your writing is so delicious (hurt/comfort??) i keep thinking about how they managed to get that good at a young age its gotta be angsty yumyumyum (if you have the time ofc, tqsm im just very not normal about the brainrot they are FAMILY your honor)

Ok! So let me preface this with, I know fuck all about the military aside from what I’ve seen in movies and shows, and what I’ve looked at through my own research… and that’s gonna reflect in this but you wanted angst so here you go babe 😘 (anon is referring to this post!)

Maybe our newest, youngest addition to the 141 comes from a big family and they always fought for their turn in the spotlight of their family’s affections. Maybe after years and years of trying and doing things the right way, excelling at their extracurriculars, going above and beyond in their sports, doing impressively well in their classes, it still wasn’t enough. Maybe they settled in with the wrong crowd in an attempt to get some morsel of acknowledgment, to know that they exist, that they matter to someone or something. And maybe they spent most of their formative years with this crowd, getting into all kinds of trouble, from stealing little things from shops, to sprinting away from the cops after trespassing an abandoned facility. They’ve spent years doing this, they learned early on how to survive, how to properly pivot your foot when you throw a punch, they learned how to break their thumb to slip out of handcuffs, they learned how to be unrelenting and merciless when it came time to blows.

This soldier, this child, who only ever wanted to feel accepted, and welcome, and safe with someone, anyone, is so desperate to belong somewhere. That when they’re finally of age, they enlist. Finally, clearly, understanding that their family didn’t really care what happened to them either way. Their family only really reached out to them when they needed something or to bitch at them for not being available enough or not calling enough.

They go through training, and just like with everything they’ve done so far, they passed with flying fucking colors, scoring top marks in almost every category. It’s impressive. It’s inspirational. It’s tragic. And Laswell picks up on that when she’s thumbing away at potential operatives. So she talked to Price, tells him what she thinks, what she says, and the potential they have.

He’s weighing the pros and the cons, mulling over the new information, and then he sees their picture. He’s had young soldiers before but this is something new. It causes an uneasiness to settle in his stomach, but he sees the picture, flips through the file and thinks of his own men, how they’d feel working with someone this young and this, apparently, talented. He feels a little more at ease at the idea that they’d be in better hands with him and his team. He sighs, looking at the picture one more time, tired eyes staring back him,

“Send ‘em my way.”

[saltpepperbeard]

hi lets show some love for our mutuals. tag your favorite mutuals and tell them why you love them

Oh, anon <3. I so very love that you're spreading this loveliness around, because I ALSO love talking about dear mutuals so LET'S GOOOOO:

@ella-doe - My WIFEY <3. Arguably the #1 Stiddies Fan, and ASSUREDLY the #1 Daddy Jenki-(GETS SHOT). Talking to her is always such a delight; she's so lovely and supportive. Started from the bottom (occasionally screaming over something in DM's), now we're here <3 (married like 4 or 5 times over at this point idk).

@blakbonnet - MY PARTNER IN CLOWN CRIMES 🤡. Any time ANYTHING clown-specific occurs, Meow is like the first person I think of hsdjksds. And I think the feeling is mutual; we both have matching rainbow wigs at this point 🤡🤡🤡. Can't wait to start the clownery right back up after season 2 airs lmao like ALRIGHT, SEASON 3 TRAILER???? 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

@dickfuckk - Josh and I were having a time and a half when some footage of Taika in his S2 Ed getup dropped lmao. Like we Saw God for a split second there. So he understands me on like a fundamental and deep level. He ALSO has saved my life numerous times when it comes to panels, or any other sort of cast/crew-related video. Had it not been for his sacrifices and battles against Pop[redacted] lmao, I would've missed MANY a panel.

@bizarrelittlemew - Talented beyond belief, like holy SHIT. Makes immaculate gif sets (DJenks even reblogged one so like, 🎵can I make it anymore obvviousss🎵), and is also an INSANE writer. Need y'all to know that Keep Your 'Lectric Eye On Me, Babe is in my regular rotation, but I'm just always so SO astounded by everything she makes.

@snake-snack-stede - Regularly makes me laugh OUT LOUD with her memes and commentary. Like, if ever I come across a post with her name on it, I know there's like a 100000000% chance it will make me release some sort of "bAHAAAAA." The wheezes I've whoozed,,, So, she's always very much a welcome presence on my dash.

@sherlockig - If EVER you need a good screen grab/edit of OFMD, Alexz is 10000% your best bet. Has probably captured and edited every inch of the show, which is perfect for the times where you want to see a specific moment and cry/throw up/pass out over it being so wonderfully frozen.

@stedebonnets - The sweetest, loveliest darling of a human being I ever did know. Is always SO wonderfully supportive, and just radiates warmth and niceties. Also makes IMMACULATE gifs; inspired me to turn up the Coloring Heat on a lot of my own, really! And I also just learned that the first OFMD thing I ever reblogged was actually one of her sets, so she's VERY IMPORTANT TO ME SHDJKLS <3

@xoxoemynn - Speaking of understanding me on a deep and fundamental level lmao, EM UNDERSTANDS ME ON A DEEP AND FUNDAMENTAL LEVEL SHDKJS. We keep cracking each other up because like, we'll share the most random opinion ever, only for us to realize we align EXACTLY. she makes me feel Seen, okay. she makes me feel UNDERSTOOD SHDJKSL. Also, her writing is so so lovely, and her presence is even lovelier <3

@forpiratereasons - Produces some of my favorite writing in the entire fandom. I am so SO fond of so many of her stories, and regularly re-visit a lot of them. Insane to me that we regularly cross paths now, because I remember seeing her works before I was officially in the fandom. AND NOW SHE REBLOGS MY SETS??? AND I CAN ALSO SCREAM DIRECTLY @ HER???? #BLESSED HSDJKLS

@not-nervous-jester - And SPEAKING of favorite writing, darling Jams wrote one of my favorites aka Somewhere in the Water. YES, I bring this up a lot, but LISTEN LMAO, I NEED THEM TO KNOW 🔪. I NEED THEM TO UNDERSTAND HOW LOVELY IT IS/THEY ARE 🔪🔪❤️❤️ HSKDJS. And aside from their lovely writing, they also Hear Me Out and hype up my silly goofy screaming fits, which is ALWAYS appreciated <3

@skysofrey - AN ABSOLUTE RAY OF SUNSHINE. I see those 💛💛💛 in the tags or on a post, and just immediately feel so much sunnier myself. Just so so sweet and lovely, and just like Jams, ALSO furthers my hollering/analysis/breakdowns PFFFF. A Hypeman (gn) for the Screams™

@crueley - Yet another person who just Gets my Taika breakdowns, and has also been the DIRECT CAUSE OF MANY SHDKLSKD. Like sometimes I'll just wander into their gif tag, and lol oh no BOOM I've suddenly spiraled down into the abyss. But I can't even be mad about it because we bonded over Mostin Posts, and have been crashing downwards ever since <3 PFFF

@awkward-fallen-angel - Extremely fond of Heather, because he was one of the first people to ever try and talk to me when I first got into the fandom! It's always very daunting wandering into a fandom space, especially after the fact/after things have already dropped. So, she made me feel welcomed/included, and allowed me to find my footing a bit faster as a result. And even though he's busier with life, I still always think about her! Like, that one picture from last October-ish where it was all the spooky mutuals around the cafeteria table? STILL THE MOOD <3

@blackbeardskneebrace - Miles' art drives me bonkers bananas in the best way possible. They always capture the likeness of the characters SO freaking well, and have posted so many creative pieces that my mind gets boggled on the regular. Also, my go-to for FORGS,,, I really love froggies as well, so seeing Little Guys and subsequent facts about them on my dash is SUCH a delight.

@darkinerry - Regularly decks me upside the head with Taika footage I've never seen before, and I cannot express how happy that makes me LMAO. Like, I'll just be minding my business, and suddenly I'll be steaming in a Jodi-shaped crater in the ground because a Taika Gym Set or something equivalent from Marlena has slammed my sorry self through sheets of bedrock idk </3.

@adickaboutspoons - Writes the most poetic, and I mean, THE most poetic tags. I regularly get exposed to just lovely MASTERPIECES of thoughts, and it's like reading a beautiful fanfiction at the bottom of a gif set. Also, regularly backs Stede up, which is always appreciated because I'm holding him so tenderly in my hands at all times. So she GETS IT <3

@aha-my-villainous-thoughts - Creates some of the most striking art EVER. I've said this before, and I'll say it again; the usage of COLOR knocks my socks clean-off. like lol they're gone where did they go idk i am SOCKLESS OVER SUCH LUMINESCENCE. Every piece seems to GLOW, and it's just an absolute marvel to stumble across each and every time. I'm just in a constant state of being blown away, and LOSING MY SOCKS SHDJKLS <3

[multifanatics]

Jervis Tetch SFW Alphabet

A/N: Many binged Gotham episodes later.. Here's this hope you enjoy.

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Jervis is affectionate in his own way. Jervis is definitely the man to hypnotize a flower shop owner into having a HIGHLY specific array of flowers whenever Jervis has his mandatory tea parties. Of course you are invited and be prepared to learn the language of flowers. Jervis is old fashioned enough to always be seen with your arm hooked in his, often smiling and showing you little things around town.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Jervis is.. possessive in what he redeems a romantic relationship. Remember Alice? Jervis as a best friend is constantly in need of knowing you, where you are, how you feel, if you want a tea party, ect. He’s borderline obsessive, on top of attachment issues. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

If Jervis is in a relationship and his (S/O) catches him on the couch for whatever reason and sits next to him. Jervis will either; A.) continue whatever he was doing with his head on your shoulder, or B.) stop what he was doing to ask about your day and hold your hand. Jervis is more a “behind closed doors” kind of man when in a romantic relationship. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Jervis is so incredibly talented at cooking, often cleaning. Jervis does not just throw together a tea party, no, Jervis plans and pays for the tea party. His hard work pays off, Jervis finds a weird joy in being a bit of a neat freak. OCD who? 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

This can go one of two ways… He either will be so broken and scared to lose you he hypnotizes you to stay with him OR Jervis will become a stalker finding reason to inadvertently kill anyone who dates you next and find a way to keep you in his life. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Jervis would be intrigued in the idea, however it is a commitment that he would be nervous to commit to. If you convince Jervis that you want him for him, poetic speaking and all. Jervis will absolutely plan the best tea party and ask you to marry him only if you both talk about it before otherwise Jervis would be just as happy being your boyfriend. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Jervis handles others' emotions differently, Alice in Wonderland did not exactly have a buffer for what happens when an anxiety attack is in full effect. Jervis really tries his hardest. Often he will offer to go on a walk knowing that his own mind can get overcrowded and walking helps him to focus on something else. If that doesn’t work he will hold you close to him, trying to explain that you are not alone or Jervis will find some story book to read to you hoping he is helping. Oftentimes Jervis will try to handle his emotions on his own away from most. If you happen upon him crying, or talking to himself Jervis will break down to you. All in all Jervis tries to be gentle but sometimes his mental instability makes it harder for him. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Jervis may not be fond of over the top public displays of affection though if you initiate a hug, he melts. Jervis is at first confused as to what made his beautiful (S/O) hug him but when that thought passes he melts. Jervis is an incredible man to hug, he is like a comforting teddy bear. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

If Jervis feels a true emotional connection with you he will say it relatively quickly. Jervis would have to be sure that you are in love with him too, depending on his true emotional bond with you he may rely on his hypnosis skills to know where you truly stand with him. 

“Hypnosis brings out what a person truly wants. I cannot make someone do what they wish not.” 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jervis is obsessive and possessive, a highly dangerous mix for his personality. If a person looks at Jervis’ (S/O) wrong he would later have a “chat” with the same person. Jervis would hypnotize the person then make them fall off a building, or something similar. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

AAAAAA.. just thinking about the way this man kisses. Jervis is a gentle kisser despite his villainous reputation, his facial hair is perfect too. Jervis is the kind of kisser that leaves you yearning for more while leaving butterflies in your stomach whenever you think about the kiss. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I personally believe Jervis loves kids. Jervis is a good guy around kids, often wanting to show them his pocket watches and antiques. Do not worry he is not a monster, he is not one to hypnotize children. Jervis knows the curious mind of a child as well as he knows his own, although Jervis is not recommending having a child of his own anytime soon. Jervis isn’t ready to be a father, much less would he be stable enough to raise one. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Jervis is up when the night becomes day. Jervis is up for a minute in the dark and soon after the sun starts to rise over the horizon. He finds a little bit of peace in the simple way the world works. Jervis often has his arm wrapped around your waist in the morning and pecks your forehead before getting up and starting tea and breakfast.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Jervis could either sleep like a baby or have the worst insomnia there is no inbetween with him. Jervis will either hit the bed and crash after his (S/O) falls asleep or keep them both up with paranoid ramblings. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Jervis from the start started revealing things about himself; it was only up to you to pick up on them. Jervis was often disarming about the information he shared about himself. If you had no idea who he was, the sixth thing he would tell you is that he is a villain. Jervis may not be the Riddler but he reveals himself in poetic riddles. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Jervis is a constant unstable mess. If you have him at the wrong moment at the wrong time and he had previously had an incredibly shitty day he would have little restraint in holding back. Jervis is ridiculously hard to anger, all in all. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Every. Little. Detail. Jervis added a little bit less sugar to your tea. You loved it? Jervis has a mental note to add the same exact amount the next time which he is successful in everytime. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Jerome had been making a mess on the streets to inform everyone of the Legion of Horribles' rise to fame. Jervis and you were a little further than either of you should have been from the crime scene. Jervis and you were looking over the ocean, the wave carefully lapped at the sand before the next wave crashed over the same sand and attacked the rocks. 

“The emotion of this ocean. This ocean of emotion…” Jervis rambled before he could find the right words, playing around with the more romantic wording. You on the other hand took in his words and the way he stopped. 

“You are the first person I’ve ever met that baffles me.” Jervis stated under his breath, you picked up on it and pulled him into a kiss. Jervis’ favorite memory is the first kiss you ever had together. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Jervis is not over the top protective if you have shown you don’t need him to be. Jervis knows you can handle your own in a fight; he will often ask how it went rather than try and intervene. If the fight goes south and Jervis is nearby he calmly walks over, takes the man by his collar, and hypnotizes him to take your gun and blow his brains out. Jervis then quickly finds you, makes sure you’re okay and walks away arm in arm with you as if nothing happened. If you need any medical attention he has no problem hypnotizing the best doctors to take great care of you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Tea Parties… Jervis puts extra effort into a tea party between you and him, everything has to be perfect. Jervis presents a gift to you at the end of the tea party for an anniversary. It's a small box wrapped in white and light blue mesh ribbon, Alice in Wonderland themed. Jervis is definitely the type to put extra effort into the small things for his (S/O) and not realize he did. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Jervis does not consider himself having bad habits or at least habits he can break. Jervis’ obsessive compulsive disorder is something that can get annoying especially if you try and help him with a tea party. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Jervis is not concerned with his looks but do not be mistaken, he cleans up incredibly well. Jervis is not concerned about other people finding him attractive rather than allowing himself to feel good about himself.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You are his Alice. There is no Mad Hatter without his Alice. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Jervis knows how to braid hair, he sometimes braids his own. Would absolutely melt if you let him braid your hair or offer to braid his. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Jervis would not like it if his partner were to tell him to keep quiet due to his poetic vernacular and his compulsion to rhyme. Jervis also has something against the idea of a partner who does not let him play out his real life fantasy as the Mad Hatter. Jervis would have an issue with having a partner who depends on him and forces him to be “more mature.” 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

As mentioned before Jervis can have horrible insomnia this is triple if Jervis is unable to contact or see you throughout the day. If Jervis does not know where you are currently due to robbery for the legion, or something other Jervis can not sleep. It’s nearly his poetic and inability to sleep without you. Jervis will stay up for a week if you have to be gone for that long. If you are thrown in Arkham Jervis will break you out, purely just for him to sleep.

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Hmmm, I'm not sure if this has been requested before so feel free to ignore this if it has. The brothers with a motherly and caring reader that always makes them breakfast, lunch bentos, and dinner, and is a master of textile work (sewing, knitting, etc.) but will beat up anyone who dares to test her patience.

Lucifer, who sometimes thinks coffee is an acceptable meal replacement, kinda needs someone like this in his life. At first he acted offended, all "don't coddle me. I am not a child. >:(" But quickly turned that frown upside down when he realised how much mc's kindness has benefitted everyone in the house. Including himself. He really appreciates no more arguments about cooking, and he also appreciates the only argument he hears about it these days is mc making sure he actually remembered to eat today. He always takes his packed bento box with him, the only member to never once forget his lunch at home. 

“How fast do ya think you could knit another one?” Is Mammon’s first question upon mc handing him a sweater they knitted. And regardless of their answer, he’s asking because he wants to own another so he can constantly show off to his brother’s at what mc made for him. Mammon always cleans his plate from mc’s cooking, swears up and down it is the best cooking he’s ever eaten, to which mc claims that it’s because they make it with love. He’s asking for seconds. Sometimes forgets his bento on purpose because mc always comes and offers to share theirs with him, meaning they get to have lunch together. mc has caught on and now packs extra in their own lunch. 

Leviathan, who already knows sewing tricks thanks to enjoying cosplay, learns a few other things from mc. When a fabric just isn’t cooperating, he’s calling them in for back up, and normally between the two of them, they manage to pull through. When mc offers to make him a bento box for lunch, presents them with his Ruri-chan bento box while on his knees. Yeah he doesn’t always go into RAD but he still needs a healthy nutritious lunch too, is what mc tells Lucifer, who shakes his head while watching mc shape Levi’s sandwiches into cute faces similar to his favourite anime characters. 

Satan proudly owns a knitted set by mc, that all have the matching themes of, you guessed it, cats! On cold winter days off he can be seen walking around with his cat beanie, gloves, sweater and socks. He also has a plain green set but he clearly likes his cat set more. I can also see him asking for mc to teach him how to knit so he can eventually knit them a set. But he’s probably terrible at it at first and nearly ends up throwing the knitting needles through the wall due to not understanding how mc can just make it look so effortless. 

“I can patch that up for you!” Is how Asmodeus finds out about mc’s sewing talents, especially their efficiency under pressure. He needed his outfit ready by 8 and they had fixed ten minutes before. He’s very grateful for everything they do, not just fixing up outfits, but all the cooking too, he always loudly thanks mc for their delicious food before eating or when they give him a homemade bento. But he also worries that they might not be taking enough time to take care of themselves, so he offers pretty frequently for them to come do something with him to relax. Spa days, shopping trips, brunches, he’s happy to offer as long as they come with him. 

Mc cooks for Beelzebub, and he’s ready to defend them in every scenario. No but in all seriousness, he is so grateful. He will eat any dish they put in front of him, he will always say it’s delicious and clean his plate, as well as everybody else’s, after he makes sure mc has eaten something of course. He will always accept their bento lunches, and will send them crying stickers if he forgets his. “Mc I forgot my bento, I’m sorry.” Apologies to them because he feels terrible that all their hard work cooking for him was for nothing, only to be pleasantly surprised when they do out of their way to bring him theirs. He takes them out for dinner as thanks. He also really loves the sweaters mc knits for him, says they feel comfy and wears them all the time. 

Belphegor gets a handmade cow plushie made by mc for his birthday, to which he laughs dryly at. But for some reason, every now and then it makes it into his bed, along side his favourite pillow. Swears up and down he must’ve just accidentally thrown it into his bed. That it’s a strange coincidence he’s ended up hugging it. Not that he treasures a silly little plushie mc made for him as a joke. Yes he forgets his bento, yes sometimes he doesn’t even wake up in time for lunch and it stays in the fridge the whole day. But he is furious if anyone else even touches the bento mc made for him. Not even Beel is safe. 

[crayonurchin]

15 questions, 15 answers, tagged by @empressofthelibrary!

are you named after anyone? Sort of. My first name was the only name that mum and dad agreed on, but both my middle names are after my grandmothers!

when was the last time you cried? Today, I was walking the dog, saw a really whimsical fallen tree in the woods, and got emotional over it. That was just a little tear up though. A big cry was yesterday, reading more news on Palestine.

do you have kids? I do not, but I think in like, 10ish years, I'd like to adopt a kiddo. When I'm financially, emotionally and mentally ready for it, being a parent genuinely sounds nice to me, but I have 0 intention of ever giving birth. I've wanted to adopt since I was about 8 years old. I'm 27, and it's only NOW the thought of being pregnant isn't horrifying beyond words to me, but even if I wanted to have a uterus baby, I'd still adopt.

what sports do you play/have you played? I did quite a few martial arts classes growing up. Boxing, Kick boxing, karate, judo. I went to a cheerleading class once, but I got really bored because they wouldn't let me join in, so I left ^^;

do you use sarcasm? ... I don't know??? I've been told I am when I'm not trying to, and told I'm not when I'm trying to. I don't know, am I using sarcasm??!

what is the first thing you notice about people? Personal energy. As in, what's the vibe they're putting out. It sound so corny I know but I meet endless people at work and can only remember a few faces, but vibes have stuck with me.

what is your eye color? Dark brown! They look almost black unless I'm in the light, and it makes it look like I have giant pupils. I really like my eyes ^^

scary movies or happy endings? Oddly enough I'm all happy endings these days. I used to looooove scary movies, and while now I appreciate a good horror thriller, too much just drains me. Nothing wrong with a struggle in the film, but now, I want my good ending escapism.

any talents? I'm really good at throwing food into the air and catching it in my mouth. Other than that, I'm not too bad at singing belt style and I'm really good at performing for kids. parents tell me often they're impressed I keep the kids attention

where were you born? Hammersmith in West London in a particularly gloomy hospital XD Seriously, google pictures of Hammersmith London , some of the old buildings are gorgeous but it's all getting pretty grey over there

what are your hobbies? It's drawing. I just love to draw so much. Writing is something I'm trying to make into a job so it's less of a hobby now but I still like it. And while soap making is done only for conventions, I really enjoy doing it. And dungeons and dragons. Loooove d&d

do you have any pets? A very old cat named Crikey and a middle aged dog named Butch. Crikey is my baby boy and I adore him

how tall are you? 5'7

favorite subject in school? I liked art, it was fun and until A-Level my teachers kicked ass. Funnily enough I remember liking history until we had to do exams, where I learned liking history and being good at history are different things, and I started to hate it.

dream job? At this point, I'd like this. I'd like to write/ illustrate and publish books, and let that be enough to live on. As a side thing, I want to sell my soaps at a few conventions a year, and do kids parties maybe 1 day a week. So, all the stuff I'm doing now, I'd like to do at a level I can live happily on.

Okay, I'm tagging @paeonia-horse @theamishpirate and @kajeaynart

[pastafossa]

So I promised earlier that I would be back after reading the chapter to give some love for Pasta and I am here to deliver.

Because frankly? I don’t know how you do it.

How did you take a part of a story that I already had a vague idea of what was going to happen (based on the tv show) and have me on the edge of my seat, legit making me feel emotions of suspense?

I don’t know man, there was just something about this last chapter that made me remember how absolutely in awe I am of your talent as a writer as if I ever forgot but you get my point.

I knew that Matt, Jane, and Elektra were going to get out of the encounter with all the guards for story reasons, but the way you were able to entangle these characters into a brand new suspense encounter as they fought their way out had me blown away. Your words. The tension that you built. The way Matt and Jane were able to create this thickness in the air that only they shared together. Immaculate.

There’s just so many emotions and feelings that I have about the red thread that I just don’t know how to put into words, my friend. You’ve taken the Daredevil show and made it new. I dare say, better.

I know I’ve found myself on multiple occasions wishing that TRT is what we could be experienced on our screens instead.

I’ll just end by saying this, my dear Pasta-

As a writer, your work is the type of work I read because seeing how amazing it is makes me want to push myself to be better in hopes of having the honor to reach it one day.

I hope you know just what you’ve given us.

i need a minute

OK I'M OK NOW.

This was wonderful to hear, thank you so, so much. 😭 I'm always a little nervous about doing action scenes because I love reading them to death but they're also hugely intimidating to write, so knowing I hit the mark with the rising tension and suspense is HUGE, especially when I was also trying to weave the psychic world and the real world together in between. On top of that, one of my big things is even when TRT bumps firmly into something canonical like the Gala event, I want to make sure you guys get something new. The presence of a character is like a chemical, and adding it to an event, a scene, a moment, a mixture will always change the chemical composition even if some similarities to the old mixture remain. It's also admittedly one of the things I enjoy about fanfic - throw a new element in, then shake the whole batch up and see what pours out. And Jane's element includes her intimacy with Matt, the way they've learned to communicate during a big fight (which I've been building to for a while now as their team-up style), and their now-understood dual-acceptance of the other's darker side, so that influenced a lot of what happened. There was a lot to weave together and I'm just glad it all came out like it did, I was nervous.😅

And thank you for that, too! TRT on the screen would be AMAZING hi feige and marvel i have very competitive rates if you would like to do a jane hind and matt murdock comic or show series

As a writer, your work is the type of work I read because seeing how amazing it is makes me want to push myself to be better in hopes of having the honor to reach it one day.

scuse me i did not plan to cry today. fr though, I have read your work and I absolutely believe in it and you, it's good, I've seriously enjoyed it! all either of has to do is keep going, keep writing, keep improving and we can get there. <3

[monotonesteph]

People will really copy ur whole personality, show you no love or appreciation, PRETEND their your friend and then go "be you" while leaving you in the fire.

Then for whatever reason see you as a zero.

FUCK them and everything they stand for.

I'll NEVER let another bitch or nigga take advantage of MY talents, personality, potential, and LOVE.

I'll NEVER stifle myself to please others and "keep peace".

What kind of peace is that?? It's all fake. Fake and dirty and plastic. You're all hollow, holes of void, and you NEED other people to fill it because you won't do the damn inner work on yourself. And you know what that makes all of you? Losers. Cowards. You can suffer, I will not ALLOW myself to be used ever the fuck again.

Good riddance, I have no sympathy for any of you. 🫡 Never had any for me 🤷🏽‍♀️. Just impulsively did things while throwing others under the bus out of arrogance and insecurity.

You shame yourself, you shame the world, and you shame God. You muddy what peace and happiness is suppose to represent and you make life a living HELL.

I pray you can take any shred of life or humbleness left and really understand what the fuck I'm saying and learn from it to become the best version of yourself. Or be a delusional twat and close your third eye to the fact that every single word you're reading is a FACT and the TRUTH. Or think nothing of it; of me, like you always have, and stay a walking dead. I couldn't care less, I'm not your savior anymore.

I live for ME AND ME ALONE. This is MY life not yours. I can do whatever the fuck I want with MY life and you don't have a say in what I do with it at all. I'm DONE healing from the tramua YOU programed into ME. I'm done tending to and carrying YOUR burdens and carrying YOUR weight AND mine just to keep shit together. You're just tramatized children in adult bodies. That's all I see now. Funny how things reversed. Whether you wanted it to happen that way or not, that's just what happens when you become aware and your real. But people make into competition and ruin the concept of what it means to really grow. One is out of Materialism and one is out of Spiritual growth.

The whole "I'm better then you. I have to be "better then everyone" and "only one can win only one can make it" just shows how small minded and naive and loveless YOU really are. You really think the world was meant to be like that? No, society brainwashed us and if you'd use your own brain and heart you'd realize WE CAN ALL SUCEEED and WE DONT HAVE TO STAY DOWN JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE ELSE IS UP.

I wasn't the one that was scared, YOU were. I wasn't the lie, YOU were. You live in fear and I live in love.

I'm MEANT to be alone, you DERSERVE to be alone. Understand? You don't even SEE people, you just see money. You see what you can take and that's it. You don't help people that clearly are in need of it and that you are clearly capable of giving some of your energy to. You don't give. Period. And that's a major problem. You can't act one way and expect both ways in return. You treat innocent, nice people like they are the dirt under your shoe and you think you should be gifted with a healthy, stable and loving relationship? You lack dignity, so will receive none.

That's no way to be a HUMAN. Which is what you are, ya know?

How DARE you literally watch me be everything you say I'm not and STILL think I'm not? Just writing that sounded so fucking dumb. It's like watching someone box for years and seeing them progress and later become great at it and then when they say there gonna join a tournament you think to yourself and tell others that their not gonna make it past the preliminary phase.

Do you know how disrespectful that is? What that can do to a persons SELF BELIEF? Their HEART? ESPECIALLY when YOU'RE SUPPOSE to be their FRIEND?

You're just insecure, egotistical and selfish and can't stand that it's them and not YOU. So you slander their name, discredit everything about them, and only see them as everything. you. hate. about. YOUR-SELF 📢.

You don't really want them to win... at anything really. And because they don't know how jealous and envious you are you think you can just step alllll over them don't you? Think again. The facade can't keep up forever. One day you'll slip, or they'll catch something, or perhaps by the grace of luck someone will step in. Something WILL happen because not everyone is like you and the world wasn't meant for people to take advantage of and kill others.

People like you are not worth confronting. You're not worth the effort because you don't put effort in yourself. It takes two, and right now, all you do is sour positive and happy peoples lives. That's why I can't. I'd slowly become a meek version of myself because I actually have a soul and don't just want to destroy others. In other words, you'd drain me for all my wealth while I'm trying to make the relationship work and you, a better person.

I am NOT meek and you know that. You know I am a winner. You know everything is a cycle and there's a little space where you CAN leave and you CHOSE not to do so. Deep down you know exactly who I am and you just didn't want me to tap into it fully. You didn't want a living reminder of the failure you made of yourself as you watched the person you made your enemy flourish.

Well now that I'm aware of everything there's nothing you can do to stop me. You can come for me but you'll be in for a rude awakening. I won't hold back A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G, I can promise you that. I mean every single word I am saying. Anything you try to do to attack me will hurt you 10 times over. I'm gonna dance and sing, I'm gonna LIVE and that's all there is to it.

[damonjuicyscock]

Pictures of you- Chapter 5 (90's Liam Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90's Liam Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: Language (as per usual because Liam and Noel being Liam and Noel), angst, a bit of fluff, maybe a few spelling mistakes.

Words: 2742

Summary: You're Oasis's Official photographer. It's 1995, Tony's future in the band is compromised and the band is recording What's the story? Morning glory in the Rockfield studios.

A/N: hello beautiful people ! I hope y'all doing fine. Here is chapter 5. I had so much fun writing it, trying to make things funny in this chapter. I hope you'll enjoy it as per usual and Rendezvous on Wednesday for the weekly smut (or fluff sometimes, remember my requests are open).

Enjoy !

(Liam without a Guinness isn't Liam)

1995:

A New year came, and not everything was doing fine in the band. The lads were planning to sack Tony, which I knew before him.

And the only thing I was able to do was to shut up. The thing being… that Tony also was my friend. The man already had children, so when I was having nervous breakdowns, he knew how to handle these and he was always here to listen to me, to help me and comfort me.

So I argued with the boys, threatening to quit if Tony was fired. Naturally, Noel was against and dissuaded me of doing it, also using our friendship as an argument.

Ye can’t leave us Y/N. What would I do without ye? I don’t have anybody but ye cock.

What about the boys? I answered

I told ye when I came back in October. Yer me friend, you also deserve to live yer dreamy job.

But tony can’t live his?

He put a hand on my shoulder.

Listen, I know it’s hard fer ye because ye’ve made a friendship with him. But if we want to evolve, the band also has to, and Tony isn’t competent enough for that.

He can learn!

Believe me, he can’t. I have been trying to make him progress… without hope.

But Noel, for fuck’s sake, he also your friend! it feels like betraying him!

It’s not a question of friendship anymore Y/N, but I won’t push it further because I don’t want ye to get hurt.

So you’re using our friendship as a reason for me to stay, but your friendship with Tony doesn’t count? Fuck you Noel! I’m already hurt anyway! And I should be on my guard too then, because one day you'll dump me like you dumped Tony!

No I won’t, and I’m soz Y/N. Come here. He said, opening his arms for me to seek refuge, which I did

The only thing being Liam, who heard everything.

Well Y/N, if yer not happy with yer place in the band, why don’t ye fuck off with Tony?

Liam! Noel shouted

Unbelievable. I knew you would do it again. You can’t help it, do you? You really want me out of here huh?

Y/N, don’t listen to him, he’s…

Yea, I want ye out.

It was too much for me to take and I started crying. You must think I’m a cry baby by now, but I’m not.

I got up from where I was sat and face Liam, being very close to him, which destabilised him.

Why do you fucking hate me so much Liam? Can you even explain it actually? I shouted

And the troubled man gave me the best answer possible.

‘Cause I hate ye that’s all.

Wow, what an answer William!

Don’t call me that!

The time where you were bullying me is over! You heard me? OVER! Now fuck off!

I saw Liam’s jaw tense. He was enraged.

Noel, at least make sure I won’t be there when you’ll vote for Tony’s future in the band.

*

May 1995- Rockfield studios:

Tony had been fires and replaced, just like that. Alan, the new drummer was cool though. And Talented as well. I was sad for Tony, but I had to keep going, or I thought my future would also be compromised.

The band was back in the studios to record “What’s the story? Morning glory” in an historic place. The Rockfield studios, where one of my favorite bands, Queen, recorded “Sheer heart attack” and “A night at the opera”.

Liam was always throwing dark looks at me but didn’t tell me a word since I argued with him. It’s like when getting angry and getting close to him, I broke something about what he felt towards me. His dark looks were insistent. There was definitely something going on.

The boys were recording one song per day. This album you know very well was even nicer to listen to on spot. Liam had this ability to memorise a melody just by hearing it once. And he sang it, it was even more beautiful.

When they were done recording, Noel was often staying in the studio, randomly strumming his guitar to find something new to compose, so I was bringing him teas and beers, but I was staying with the other guys.

The only time he stood with us was on May 14th, for the Blackburn V Liverpool football match. It was fun to see, so I took pictures and filmed them. The guys were cheering at I don’t know which team goals, because I wasn’t following the match.

At a moment, Bonehead, Liam and Noel got up and cheered together, pushing themselves against the front door, and Noel slipped out of it, laughing.

Liam started playing with the extinguisher, pretending he was going to spray everyone with foam, which of course, he wouldn’t do.

This was the first time Liam Fucking Gallagher made me laugh.

Bonehead ran outside, we didn’t know why, but we were all laughing at it.

When this one came back, he threatened Liam to make him what he planned to do earlier with the extinguisher, so Liam ran away.

Later in the day, they went to play football outside. It was nice seeing the two brothers play together, like normal siblings would do. But they weren’t normal.

Y/N, do ye want to play with us? Guigsy asked

Huh… It would have been a pleasure to play with you guys, but I really suck at football.

Oh please, at least try! it will be funny!

If you don’t make fun of me.

It’s between friends!

Okay then.

And I was right in what I said, because I wasn’t able the keep the damn ball, and I was in Liam’s team.

Most of the time, he was tackling me.

Run faster! He said

And I ended up falling on the grass.

To get revenge on him tackling me, I threw myself at him and made him fall on the grass too, staying on his back.

What the fuck are ye doing Y/N? We’re in the same team!

Oh yeah? Then why are you tackling me?

Ye said it yerself, ye suck at football! Let go of me, we’re going to lose!

The other guys were laughing at the situation. I finally let go of him and he felt humiliated. He got up, stopped the match.

Yer going to regret this! He said, out of breath before leaving

We’ll see that!

*

One night, all the guys except Noel and I left for the pub. Yes. This is the night you imagine this was.

I was reading a book of poetry while Noel as per usual was randomly playing guitar.

Suddenly, we heard the door open and loud chats. I saw Liam appear, and he wasn’t alone. He had brought a few people back with him and oh, this was a big bad move.

And here is me dickhead of a brother, Noel.

Hi Noel! Everyone said

I wasn’t even surprised anymore, but in these few people, there were three blonde chicks.

What the fuck Liam, I’m composing! What are these people doing here?! Noel shouted

Well they’re cool, right? That’s why they’re here!

Do not fucking bring them in the studio! It’s our workplace, they don’t have anything to do in here!

Let’s make them discover out new work!

Certainly fucking not! Noel answered, getting angry

Okay, short parenthesis. You all remember Wibbling Rivalry? Their argument in Glasgow in 1994?

Well, I was there, and the record wasn’t out yet, but today I still remember this argument as if it was yesterday.

This day, I really thought I saw the worse in all this and that they were going to kill each other. I thought they only were passive aggressive like that all the time. Oh I was goddamn wrong.

And why’s that the chief?

Don’t fucking call me like that in front of everyone as if I was a tyrant !

That’s what ye are ye scouse!

I had to do something. These people couldn’t stay.

I closed my book, got up and went towards them.

Okay guys, this way, we’re going out.

Once I was out with them, I could still hear the brothers shout at each other.

But… and Liam? One of the girls said

Oh sweetheart… I’m sorry to disappoint you but you won’t get fucked by Liam Gallagher tonight. Maybe another time, who knows. Now you all should leave, the party’s over for tonight.

They listened to me and left.

As I was on my way to come back inside the studio, the window shattered in front of me, and I saw the extinguisher land a little further in the garden.

Liam got pretty fucking mad and only one person would do that, and this wasn’t Noel.

My guitar ye fuckin’ asshole! I heard Noel shout

I wasn’t the only one to hear this. Bonehead, Guigsy and Whitey were just coming back to witness this with me.

Y/N, what’s fucking happening here? Alan asked

Don’t have time to explain but Liam fucked up. I think we should go inside, they’re about to fight!

And I was damn right.

When we all arrived inside, Liam was throwing things at his brother, before throwing himself at him and punching him.

When we were about to separate them, Noel took what he had under his hand: the cricket bat. Once he fully had it in hand, he smashed his brother’s head with it.

Liam raised his hands to his head, hurt.

Noel! I shouted

He started it, I needed to calm him down!

I don’t give a fuck who started it you damn kiddo; you could have killed him!

He’ll get over it!

Just after Noel pronounced these words, Liam fainted.

Jesus! I said, running to him

As I got on my knees next to him, Noel and Whitey took advantage to run away.

I slapped the young lad a few times until he regained consciousness.

It was like he never fainted because he immediately stood up like a machine and looked for his brother.

Where the fuck is he? He screamed

That’s when we heard the engine start. These bastards were running away.

Liam ran to the broken window, jumping over the pieces of glass left on it and nothing I could do could have held him down.

I ran after him making sure not to injure myself and saw him throw a dust bin at the car Noel and Alan were in, shouting with all his lungs.

His fists were balled up. I feared the enraged Liam.

I tried to approach him and laid my hand on his shoulder. He turned around, his balled fist threatening to punch me.

Don’t! It’s just me.

Ye scared me.

Sorry. Let’s go inside, you need some ice on your head.

And some whiskey.

Didn’t you drink enough tonight?

I never drink enough, me.

I sighed

If you say so.

*

Here, for your head. I said, handing him a tea towel full of ice cubes

Thank ye.

I looked around us, the studio had been smashed into pieces. The only thing that was left intact was the piano.

I sat down on the piano stool and started playing whatever came to my mind, which was Live Forever.

Liam who was in pain suddenly looked at me playing it. He was in awe.

I gave so much energy in this.

I wasn’t trying to please Liam; we both knew we didn’t like each other. But unconsciously, a part of me was trying. I just didn’t know it yet.

When I was done playing the song, I heard him walk towards me.

The way ye played it…

I know, you don’t like it, but I needed to destress a bit.

No, I was going to say it was beautiful.

I turned to face him.

I beg your pardon? I said, stunned

I mean… what the fuck? Liam complimenting me?

Yea, soz, I know yer not used of me being kind to ye, but I mean it.

I was agape.

Lost yer tongue? He asked

N-No, thank you Liam, that’s really cool.

But…

Ah, here we are, what’s the matter?

Why didn’t ye sing, ye have a pretty voice.

Another slap in the face.

Are you sure your brother didn’t smash this cricket bat too hard on your head Liam?

Don’t be sarcastic.

Well sorry, but you’ve just said it, I’m not used of you being kind to me.

I’m tryin’, me.

Okay, you want to be nice? Roll us a joint. We’ll clean this mess tomorrow.

He smiled widely and did what I asked.

He lit the spliff and took a few puffs before handing it to me. I chuckled in disbelief.

What is it? He asked

For once you’re not the bastard.

Surprised?

Yes, a lot actually. I would never have thought that one day I’ll be fucking smocking a joint with you, since we hate each other. I said between two puffs

Me neither.

A silence settled down, until we both looked at each other and bursted out laughing.

I handed him the joint, that he gladly took.

Why did you bring these people here? I asked

Dunno, they were cool.

But you knew it would piss Noel off, didn’t you?

Not this fucking much. I would never have guessed he would smash this fucking cricket bat on me head.

Yeah, I can tell. Did you also plan to shag one of the blondes?

The three actually. Would it have bothered ye?

Well yeah, I’m next door.

Isn’t it because ye miss a good fuck?

I rolled my eyes

Oh yeah Liam, fuck me, I miss being dicked until the morning after! I said, simulating an orgasm, not convinced

And she uses sarcasm again.

Liam, I know you’re self-confident and that you’re sexy, which yes, it’s true, but your self confidence doesn’t allow you to try to seduce and get all the girls.

Oh yeah?

Doesn’t work with me.

But ye still think I’m sexy?

No one’s going to deny it. But your self confidence is so fucking annoying.

To which point? He said, his face approaching mine

Remember when I slapped you in LA? I said

Oh yeah, fer a bird, ye have a good slap.

Thanks for the compliment.

And why did the rest happen? I still don’t know today. But apparently, Liam liked women who resist him.

He crushed his lips on mine, pulling me in a deep and languorous kiss. His tongue asked for entrance, and I let him. Our tongues melted together, and I felt his hands slip to my waist, indicating he wanted to go further. I didn’t let him.

I pulled out and got up.

Good night Liam. I said, before leaving to go to sleep

I left him like this, agape and not knowing what to do next. Finally, I was getting my victory.

Y/N: 1 – Liam: 0.

*

The morning after, I was awakened by the rising sun and the noise of a car’s engine.

I went downstairs and saw Noel and Alan step out of it. I went outside, and they thought I was welcoming them.

Oi Y/N ! Soz fer yesterday I… Noel started

He was cut in his words by my hand slapping his face.

You fucking coward!

Y/N! He shouted

No no no, there’s no Y/N! You almost killed your brother; you flew without even calling and telling me where you fucking were and you fucking left me here you fucking bastard!

I started walking back to the house.

Oh c’mon Y/N!

Fuck you! You abandoned me again you asshole!

Oh, me and my fucking fear of abandonment… Could kill me one day.

[genvieve-of-the-wood]

15 Questions, 15 Tags

@definegodliness has tagged me again, so I will spend a little time away from my trees to answer the questions put forth-

1. Are you named after anyone? My grandmother was named Virginia, so sort of? Also, my first real name (Jennifer) was super popular in the early 70's to mid 80's. When I was in high school, if you yelled the following names, a large part of the female population would turn around: Jennifer, Lisa, Michelle, Denise, Shelly, Sherry, Karen, Kristin or Christina

2. When was the last time you cried? Do you mean really cried or just getting a little teary eyed over things - which I do a lot nowadays? The last time I cried a lot was several weeks ago. Overwhelmed, anxious, needed to just have a big ole cry to release the stress hormones.

3. Do you have kids? Yes, I have two. Both are neurodivergent, one a teen, one just turned 20. The oldest is graduating high school this year, is a fantastic artist and has my sense of humor, the youngest wants to be a chef and loves to dance like I do.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Sometimes. Depends on my mood, the audience, the situation. Sometimes sarcasm is needed, sometimes - it is not.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? How they treat other people. If you are an asshole, and then you try to be nice to me, I am going to avoid you as much as possible or if pushed, call you out on your douchebagerry.

6. What’s your eye colour? Green-blue. It depends on my mood and what I wear. When I am crying or angry, they turn more green.

7. Scary movie or happy ending? Why not both? I have seen a lot and I can tell you that some happy endings end up scary movies - and some what seem to be scary movies - actually have happy endings.

8. Any special talents? Yes, but they remain a secret so as not to draw attention from the folks who hunt my kind. (sarcasm) (Or is it?)

9. Where were you born? On an American Air Force base in Germany, before the wall between East and West came down.

10. What are your hobbies? making up all sorts of and varieties of bullshit (writing), reading, learning guitar, painting, gardening, fiber crafts, amateur botany

11. Do you have any pets? Stitch, my demon cat brought forth from the very bowels of hell. (not really, he was a feral kitten when I adopted him, but he is kind of a lovable asshole)

12. What sports do you play/have you played? Wasn't into sports growing up, and my parents were terrified of putting me in any (I had a rough birth, a chauvinistic father, etc.) But I was the water balloon throwing queen of my block, and I could climb almost any tree back then (now, only the lower sturdier ones)

13. How tall are you? 5 ft, 4 inches

14. Favourite subject in school? Ah, literature, history and of course, writing. I loved me some excellent science courses as well.

15. Dream job? Full time writer, but I have considered the following as dream jobs: assassin (middle aged women are often ignored so we are perfect), actress, musician, farmer

not sure who to tag - once again, I fail at part of this task, but don't feel bad about it. If you want to do this activity after reading mine, feel free and do whatchayalike!

[technetiumai]

15 Questions | 15 People

Thank you for tagging me @raenestee and @cutestkilla! These are so much fun! I love learning more about you guys!

Oh, I’m supposed to tag 15 people? 😬 Do I even know 15 people?

1. Are you named after anyone?

My legal first name was my father’s grandmother’s name, but the only people who have ever called me that were people reading it off of official paperwork. My mom liked that my initials could also be a name and decided, before I was born, to call me that.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I seriously cry so much. I probably cried a little bit like half an hour ago because of a song I was listening to or something. But I guess that was like, I’m at work and I’m holding it together crying, not full on crying… I’m like 90% sure I was fully crying because of either a vlogbrothers video, a Rush song reaction video, a Glass Onion or Knives Out reaction video, or maybe a Dimension 20 clip either yesterday or the day before…

3. Do you have kids?

Yes, twin eight-year-olds. 

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Hmmmm. I think so? It used to be one of my defining characteristics, but I don’t really know if it is anymore. I definitely use snark fairly constantly. The sass flows freely.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

How the heck would I know? I don’t keep track... I’m sure it can’t always be the same thing, but I have no idea. Everything and nothing.

6. What’s your eye color?

Green. A it’s a true green in the center part and the outline of the iris, then most of it is like a turquoise with gold flecks in it that looks green when you zoom out. Not that anyone but me has ever looked close enough to notice 😂. That may be what all green eyes look like, I don’t know.

7. Scary movie or happy endings?

Happy endings, I guess. I usually find scary movies mostly boring. Not that I don’t ever get scared or anything, it’s just… just being scared isn’t very entertaining for me I guess. Also scary movies tend to very quickly break suspension of disbelief so usually it’s hard to a stay in a brain space that’s really open to being scared. I think there’s just something I don’t get about the genre, and maybe a campiness that’s not really my thing. The Ring is the only “scary movie” that jumps to mind where I was like in it. I know there has to be more though, my brain is just empty. What was the question? Oh, I mean… happy ending still has to a have a good journey though, right? And I’m not opposed to tragedy. I guess my point is that I don’t like either for either’s sake, but if it’s a good movie, it’s a good movie. 

8. Any special talents?

Define special—Ummmm… No, I’m gonna go with no. I have no idea. Throwing themed parties? Maybe? 

9. Where were you born?

Des Moines, Iowa. I read an article once that ranked Des Moines as the #1 metro area in the US to live in, in terms of something, but I can’t remember what... I think that pretty much sums it up.

10. What are your hobbies?

Craft stuff. None of it is actually interesting to talk about. 

11. Do you have any pets?

We have an ancient, calico Manx cat; she’s roughly 130 years old in cat years (factoring in the comparatively short lifespan of her breed). We have a four year old black cat, who a former coworker found abandoned by his (the cat’s, not the coworker’s) mom in the garage of a Masonic lodge soon after he was born. So we’ve had him since he was the size of a like a peach or something,  and now he weighs like 15 pounds. We also have two sweet little Guinea pig ladies, who are six years old and were already four when we adopted them. They’re so cute 😖🤗. I’m getting some baby-fever-style urges to get more pets though… more cats, or maybe rats… I want a pot bellied pig, but I don’t really think I could give it enough attention. I also want a goat, but that’s not legal where I live.

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

Lol, I wish.

13. How tall are you?

5'5"

14. Favorite subject at school?

Always math. I was never good enough that I got into super advanced classes, but it felt like I was just spending a bunch of time solving puzzles and getting rewarded for it; seemed like a great deal to me. Plus it didn’t have as much of the social weight that the rest of them did for me. 

15. Dream job?

I really want to keep part of Raen’s answer 😅 “Anything that I don’t dread going to every day, something that doesn’t feel like it’s sucking the life out of me.” That really is the dream. I really would just like to constantly be doing something creative collaboratively with other people. I’m not really picky about what it is though. Or if I could solve intermediate algebra problems all day—that’d be amazing. That’s not very realistic though. That’s what computers are for. If I could get paid what I’m paid now to like organize things or file things or something, I would love that.

@onepintobean @ivelovedhimthroughworse @captain-aralias @fatalfangirl 

I can’t do tags; you know the drill.

[phoenixthemenace]

That My Days Have Been A Dream

Day 30

DAY 30 Title: Blow Life To Isn't: Blow Death To Was -E. E. Cummings Prompt: "Please Don't Touch Me"

Johnny’s dream came several nights later. He was in his bunk at his new station. Here he didn't sprawl out comfortably. Here he didn't throw an arm across his face.

Here he slept flat on his back, his body so rigid and tense that those who happened to see him wondered how he got any rest at all.

But, they didn't really know Gage that well, so maybe he did just fine. Here they kept themselves pretty much to themselves. So no one noticed his life seeping away.

Johnny no longer vibrated with energy. He no longer ranted or schemed. He no longer chased women. He no longer smiled beyond a forced version of professional reassurance that he shared only with patients.

Unable to bear the memory of living there with Roy, he eventually gave up his apartment, and simply lived in his Rover. Roy was his home. What did it matter where he couldn't sleep?

He usually only ate when he was on duty, and then very little.

He'd shorn his hair because he was unable to live without the feeling of Roy's warm, strong hands tangling themselves in it.

His outstanding talent and ability was slowly slipping into mediocrity.

His desire and love of learning fell by the wayside.

He wondered sometimes how much longer he'd have to go on. How much more penance he would have to pay before he could rest.

But he had the cold comfort of having done the right thing.

He lay rigid in his bunk that night, trying not to think and remember, like he did every other night. Unlike every other night he was exhausted and cold from a long, grueling water rescue, and quickly fell asleep.

Everything was orange. The night sky. The shadows. The dancing lights from the rigs.

The fire.

Johnny wearily trudged from place to place as he swept the never ending warehouse for victims.

He wondered why he even cared.

But then he heard a familiar voice cry out, calling for help. He sprinted towards it, crying out his beloved's name.

"Roy!"

"Johnny! Please help me!"

Johnny rounded a corner to find Roy trying to fend off a towering figure.

"No… No… Please don't touch me!" He cried, scrambling backwards on heels and elbows.

"ROY!" Johnny screamed.

Death and Roy turned in his direction.

"JOH-!"

Death's skeletal hand closed around Roy's throat, cutting off his call.

Cutting off his life.

"NOOO!"

Death, forever grinning in triumph, opened its horrible jaws to howl with laughter, but the shrieking of the klaxons bellowed out.

Johnny threw himself from sleep and into his bunkers before sprinting with the rest of his crew to their rigs.

The waterfront warehouse was huge and pretty well involved. Johnny and his partner were sent in search of a cleaning crew the nightwatch was certain had been in the south east corner.

Their captain called in a second alarm response as they trotted dutifully into the inferno.

They found no trace of the crew, and their captain ordered them out. They were nearing the door when the ceiling gave way. Johnny shoved his partner clear, but he himself was caught in the collapse.

"Johnny!" His partner called, as he tried to move the debris. "Can you hear me?"

"Ye-yeah I can hear ya." Johnny panted.

He was in tremendous pain, and knew his injuries were fatal. Plus, pinned as he was, and given the instability of the structure and weight of the debris around him, it would take time and manpower to get him out.

Time and manpower the beast wasn't going to allow.

"Johnny, I need to get help!"

"Ye- yeah. I-I've lost the HT. Y-you'll have to l-leave me."

"I'll be right back!"

No you won't. Johnny thought. No captain worth his salt will let you back in here.

He was relieved that the pain would be over soon.

He closed his eyes, and allowed the memories of Roy to flow over him one last time.

Roy happened to be near the Battalion Chief, Johnny's captain and Captain Stanley when Johnny’s partner ran up.

"Sir!" He cried, out of breath. "Gage is trapped! He's pinned and I couldn't get him out! We'll need porta power and…"

"Damn it!" The chief bellowed. "We can't send that kind of help in there now! The whole place is about to go!"

Roy saw Captain Stanley's protest die on his lips as he took in the scene before him. A tear slipped free as he nodded and turned away.

Roy was on his feet.

"You can't just leave him there to die!" He raged.

"I'm sorry Roy."

But Roy wasn't there to hear.

He was running for all his worth towards Johnny.

His Johnny.

[reaperkiller]

[breaks down your door] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 10 and 13 for jason and marcus >:]

ALREADY ANSWERED 1 BUT. if necessary i could go into so much more detail. i could i really could i WONT but i could.

2. How’s their team work? Do they share well?

at first, they didn't even try to work together, or even really listen to each other - even though they are in this TOGETHER, with no one else to help them for a good while. then, it was like. god fine i'll work with you but only because we share a common goal. which finally made them break down the first barrier they both had up, which lead to them actually liking each other. but obviously neither of them would admit that for a WHILE. now, they work together VERY well. theyre so in tune with each other they don't even need to speak half the time, just one knowing glance, a nod, and they're on it, perfectly in sync.

the sharing is the same, they REFUSED at first but now??? marcus takes also jason's clothes,, jason cannot stop him. theyre way too big for him but he looks too cute so. jason just has to learn to deal with it

3. Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?

DEFINITELY yes. they were a bit shy at first* (*very shy like my GOD they couldnt even look each other in the eye) but then they gradually got comfortable with being out and about, holding hands, a little kiss every now and again. the power and ego trip they both experience by yelling "that's my BOYFRIEND you bitch" before starting a fight?? unparalleled.

4. First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?

can't go into too much detail with it all yet bc that's exactly what i'm writing at the moment and i don't wanna spoil all of it <3 but it wasn't love at first sight at all, marcus was scared of him because he's tall, freakishly strong, very cold, an asshole, and generally. very angry and unpleasant person. and marcus did not want to be stuck with him. he was also scared bc, with marcus being able to see ghosts + undead stuff, jason had an extremely Weird vibe that marcus had never seen before, and it really freaked him out

as for jason, he saw marcus and was like, this is the most pathetic looking little guy ever. he can't even throw a punch. he's looking at me and he's about to start crying. do i have to babysit this little freak??? my boyfriend cheated on me with THIS??? jesus christ. how pathetic am i. and then. well. marcus's whole existence gave him even more self-esteem issues HFSJHGHJ

5. Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?

as i write more and fine-tune their relationship, i'll definitely have a better answer for this. but i do still have Something!!! jason used to call marcus 'big guy' and 'casanova' a lot when they started being a little less hostile to each other, sometimes also throwing in the occasional "honey" and "babycakes", bc marcus's reaction to those two specifically made him laugh. again he wouldnt admit it. but it really did make him go. omg... i.. orythfg aAaaaaa. it broke him internally every time but that didn't stop him. there's also a whole thing about a swear jar, because jason will NOT stop swearing at all ever, he sprinkles at least 5 swears in every sentence. WHAT a guy.

6. Any tasks that are always left to one person?

answered this one too AAAA

8. What do the like best about their partner?

jason is head over heels in love with marcus's smile and laugh. and the two of them together??? he melts. he gets weak at the knees he CANNOT deal with it. even after they've been together for years, it still makes him flustered <3 also his eyes, his freckles,,, how he's so SO talented like. the most talented guy he's ever seen he CANNOT get over it. just. even the way he simply exists in the world has jason on the floor. and the moustache. he says he hates it but like. it's one of his favourite things about marcus 1000%

marcus also loves jason's smile, that's the first thing he noticed about him - the first sign that he was actually breaking through the front jason had up and was getting through to the real thing. his resillience, with the amount of things he's been through, and the fact he's still going?? he's Amazed. he had already been in love with him for a while up until this point but when he heard him play guitar for the first time, which was also the first time where jason was 100% authentically himself??? he could have kissed him and married him and ran away with him right then and there. but he DIDNT bc they werent even TOGETHER and he still thought jason didnt like him all that much. ALSO HIS HANDS. JASON'S HANDS ARE SO IMPORTANT TO HIM. I COULD WRITE AN ESSAY ABOUT IT.

10. Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public?

jason (unfortunately) drives, marcus mostly does the cooking, but jason is getting better at trying to help <3 they both do varying levels of handiwork, both share cleaning tasks + bills too i guess idk!! THEY LIKE DOING THINGS TOGETHER and theyre both a little stupid so they need to use their combined braincell to get anything done. jason mostly handles anything with being out in Public and talking to people, bc he's tall and intimidating so no one will ever try shit with him or marcus. he HAS to protect his short bf at all costs

13. What do they do for fun? Do they have a favorite activity or do they like to switch things up?

i know i already answered this but i'm thinking about how they make music together again. and. aruthfghjd. when i said about them travelling?? they take as MANY pictures as they possibly can and put them all in a photo album. they LOVE photo albums. and scrapbooking. this fact is VERY important to me

[chucktaylorupset]

It is actually extremely important to me that y'all understand the importance of the talent show subplot to the structure of ofmd being not just a gay romcom but a story fiercely thematically opposed to toxic masculinity and amatonormativity; how Ed the Emo crying into his blanket fort and silk gown writing sad boy poetry music is the most emotionally healthy he's ever been and a hairsbreadth away from sustained happiness.

Which is a hard sell with Stede still playing house and straight man a million lightyears and then one (1) rowboat trip away, but I swear the reason that Ed has this subplot instead of disappearing for twenty minutes of B-plot about mutinying against Izzy only to swan in as The Kraken at the end is because Our Flag Means Death correctly believes with its whole big gay pirate heart that Ed doesn't need Stede to be happy.

I mean they're still going to get together; this is a romcom, barring the show coming down with an unexpected and uncharacteristic cancerous case of historical accuracy and kills them within eighteen days of each other.  But aside from that Ed and Stede will get together, it will just be because they want to not because they have to.  

Like.  There's this phenomenon in romcoms that mythologizes romance as The One True Solution.  The Panacea that solves all problems. Not going around naming names but like. imagine a show called something like. """ Tunneltown""" as an alternate history where the power of love Solved Racism. 

But Our Flag Means Death makes it very clear; the reason Ed is unhappy, now and at the beginning of the show, has nothing to do with his relationship status.  If that were true, the Kraken would have showed up Ed's first second of screentime post rejection.  Instead he enters the finale rejected and single and miserable and he almost made it out fine.

Ed spends the episode reciting terrible songs to terrible pirates who, in part because of the lessons they learned from Stede, receive this with awkward but sincere acceptance.  When Ed is vulnerable, with Lucius and with the crew, he is answered with sympathy and understanding and an eager proposition to throw a talent show because the crew is happy to be emotional and vulnerable too! 

He was in eyeing distance of the finish line!  That's why it's a tragedy!  He almost made it through the storm!

And everyone jokes about how comical it is that the crew gets tricked into thinking that there's going to be a talent show but it makes sense on every level that they would believe it!  They've been sailing with Ed for how long, of course they trust him.  Of course they feel they've established a relationship with open communication and trust and emotional honesty, they just had the entire singing deck scene to prove it to each other.

And the idea of a pirate talent show is ludicrous when set opposite the tone and events of the end of season, but it isn't any more crazy than a pirate flag crafting competition or a pirate crashing a fancy dinner, both things that ended happily for everyone!  This subplot ending happily is explicitly endorsed as feasible within the internal logic of the show!

Ed has a community full of other queer and gender nonconforming people, he is able to get better because he can lean on Lucius.

Ed isn’t perma-broken, he’s getting over a break up!  He puts in his time crying on the couch with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and sobbing onto a sympathetic shoulder and then he starts heading towards a night of partying it up on the town hanging out with his supportive friends.  What knocks him off course is the rearing of Ed's real problems: toxic masculinity and Izzy Fucking Hands. 

Even rejected, Ed has stepped out of his toxic masculine persona, the persona he created to protect himself, because even gone Stede created a lasting emotionally supportive and safe environment for Ed to do so. 

Izzy, who viciously stabs at this newly exposed soft underbelly.  Izzy who forcibly reminds Ed that the price for breaking toxically masculine gender roles, to express feelings of romance or pain, is to open yourself up to be hurt by those gatekeepers like Izzy who worshiped him when he was in character.

Ed's relationship with Stede isn't valuable because of romance, but because Stede creates spaces for Ed to be himself.  To be gender nonconforming and to have feelings, and those spaces exist independent of Stede's presence or reciprocation.