#im back on my singing bullshit again

[sarrie]

oh to be 16 again and having professional singing lessons again

[dawnbreakersgaze]

'Scuse me whilst I weep because this fandom is so god damned nice I can't even breathe sometimes.

Yall make my heart feel like it's gonna burst out of my chest and I want to hug you 🥲🥺

Idc what anyone says, we have the world's best fandom on tumblr ♡

@skynapple @zayne-snowman @zaynesaurora @rose-tinted-kalopsia @seaofgoldensand @alsoyooraiyah

[reidrum]

surprise songs | s.r.

A/N: okay listen i am not a fan of unrealistic professions for reader who’s dating reid, BUT i just totally know penelope is one to hyper analyze every surprise song and definitely has theories for when rep tv is coming. it’s canon idk. enjoy this silly little thing it’s just for funsies <3 (not proofread im lazy)

spencer reid x popstar!reader

cw: literally none, reader is basically taylor swift for convenience purposes, angry penelope?

summary: garcia yells at reid because you sang sad songs on tour, how could you do that reid

wc: 0.5k

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Penelope’s heels clack through the bullpen with a vengeful mission to find a certain stupid boy genius. She walks past Derek’s desk who lets out an amused whistle and turns his chair to watch her wreak her wrath.

Hell hath no fury like a Penelope scorned.

“What the hell did you do?” She exclaims, lightly smacking the back of Spencer’s head.

Spencer reacts in shock, “Hey! What was that for?” He tries to rack his brain for what Penelope could be upset about. Did he miss her birthday? An event?

She pulls out her phone and shows the screen to Spencer, who leans closer and strains to read it.

[“SURPRISE PIANO SONG N1 WEMBLEY: Teardrops On My Guitar/The Last Time!”]

Oh.

You and Spencer had been dating for a year now, a little before you embarked on your world tour. Every night you would perform a few acoustic songs that differed each show, and some fans liked to read into the diabolical combinations you’d come up with.

“Garcia, I didn’t do anything!”

“Then why, would she sing those together! Do you not understand how insane those choices are? Together?! You obviously did something to make her do that, and as the only person close enough to you to do something it’s my job to reprimand you.” She huffs.

Spencer chuckled to himself, he knew Penelope was a huge fan of his girlfriend but he found it amusing that she was analyzing their relationship from song choices.

She playfully thwacks his forehead again. Spencer shouts, “Maybe she just wanted to sing sad songs, I don’t know!”

“Bullshit, Reid.” She narrowed her eyes at him.

He held his hands up in mock surrender, “Do you want me to ask her?”

“Oh my god, no! You dummy, don’t do that. I don’t want her to think I’m like, a crazy fan or something.”

Derek snorts from the back of the bullpen, Spencer shakes his head, “Okay, would you prefer I sit in a corner and think about my actions?”

“Actually, yes that would be nice.”

He raises his eyebrows in amusement and stands up, walking to an unoccupied corner of the bullpen and sits down, looking back at Garcia with a faux sad look on his face, “This good?”

Penelope nods triumphantly and clacks back to her cave. Spencer laughs to himself as he pulls his phone out, opening up a flower delivery website.

It can’t hurt to cover his bases, right?

The next day Spencer gets a text from you,

Thank you for the flowers, my love. They’re almost as pretty as you. Can’t wait to see you soon, love you :)

He smiles and replies lovingly to you, and sets his phone back down to finish the rest of his work.

Later that day Penelope comes back into the bullpen to deliver something to Hotch, and passes Spencer’s desk, and before he has time to brace for impact she gives him a cautionary smile, “You did good, but you’re still on thin ice, Reid. “

Happily confused, Reid pulls out his phone again to google search what you sang today, piecing together the obvious reason for Penelope’s change in attitude towards him.

[SURPRISE SONG PIANO N2 WEMBLEY: This Love/Ours!]

His cheeks rise in a blush, feeling bashful and loved. He sends you another loving text with a promise to call you tonight.

Safe to say, Penelope is more than pleased with the following surprise song choices in the next shows.

[strawberries-and-summer-days]

ITS NOT MIDNIGHT ANYMORE . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

pairing: Show!Luke Castellan x apollo!fem!reader!

warnings: swearing + derogatory names i think thats about it

a/n: alrighty!! we're here for the final round of this whole part series thingamajig. i kinda put this off cause i know luke's gotta make a whole oscar worthy speech and i was worried my writing wouldn't cut it lol. but anyhoo i hope you enjoy!!

part one: midnight troubles | part two: meet me at midnight

what.

the.

fuck?

wait... no yeah, what the fuck?

"what?" your voice is quiet and you turn around slowly, your eyes narrowed.

"...because, i- i love you,"

"you're telling me that you don't want to be friends... because you love me?" you eye luke. "you think you can just say you love me and i'll throw myself at your feet and all with be right again?" you take a menacing step forward. "you think you can tell me a lie and get out of this?"

luke's eyes shine with an unrestrained emotion you can't quiet place. "you think i'm lying?"

another step forward. "yes."

luke takes a hesitant step forward. "im not," his voice is soft.

"you are."

"i'm not."

"bullshit."

the look in luke's eyes cause you to hesitate for a moment. is he actually being serious right now?

"then what the fuck luke?" your arms fly out and you drop them. "what in the ever-loving-actual-fuck is wrong with you?" you shake your head and try to repress the anger bubbling beneath your skin. "you think you can just throw this shit in my face? i've been in love with you for years. years. do you see me acting like the worlds biggest asshole? no! do you see me freezing up when someone calls my best friend a slut or a whore? no! do you see my trying to get out of this whole fucked up situation by telling my best friend that i don't want to be their friend and that i'm in love with them? NO!" you heave you breath coming out harshly.

"w-what?"

"i-i'm just done luke," you say quickly barely even noting you'd just told him you love him in your anger.

"y/n-"

"i'm done!" you snap stepping back from him. "i'm giving you until tomorrow afternoon to sort your shit out, and work out whatever the fuck you want to say or do. but after that, we're done. this-" you motion between the two of you- "is done. luke and y/n? over. we're fucking done. you've got," you look down at your watch. "like eighteen hours, and considering how long it takes you to answer, you better get cracking." you roll your eyes and walk away from the twinkling glow of the fairy lights. not even caring when you step in a puddle from percy's shenanigans earlier today. not even caring that it's dark.

your world has been dark for a week.

~~~

everyone in camp could tell you and luke had some sort of falling out. it was obvious when you didn't sing this morning, it was obvious when you didn't come and watch him train, it was obvious when you had brushed past him and he had looked torn, it was most definitely obvious when luke had somehow managed to be bested during sword sparring.

and that was what had set campers off.

sides had started to be chosen and feuds had started to form.

chaos was brewing already and it had only been a day. rumours about what happened - curtesy of the grape bitch, you wanna say phyllis..? - had formed and spread like wildfire.

it was almost scary how much unknown power you both had over campers.

so now you're sitting on the beach watching as the waves lap against the shore contemplating if you should just hunt luke down and smack him instead of talking - it seems really reasonable you guys.

"hey..." a deep voice comes from behind you.

"hello."

luke's warm presence appears behind you and it takes everything in you to not lean into it.

"so..." you start, hoping luke gets the idea.

"so yeah..." luke sighs. "y/n, please, listen to me- no hear me out okay? just let me get this all out and then you can yell at me." he takes a deep breath and lets it all out in one go.

"i love you. i've loved you since the day you showed up at camp all grumpy and refusing to socialise with anyone except me. i love the way your singing can create immense peace, i love the way you scrunch your nose whenever you get embarrassed. i love the way your face lights up when campers come and talk to you. you're a star in the night sky, shining brighter everyday. you're my best friend and im hopelessly- desperately in love with you. i have been since forever. and i'm the world biggest asshole for letting the shit that went down last week happen. please, please, forgive me. i'll do anything."

your heart burns with every word he says. luke's eyes shine with barely unrestrained emotion and his face is the epitome of adoration.

you're both so wrapped up in his words that you don't notice the small gathering of campers at the edge of the sand watching the two of you. each of them, though they've chosen sides luke or y/n, they all hope for the same thing.

luke lifts his hand and gently tucks a stray curl behind your ear. "please say something."

"um..." you breathe, struggling to find the right words to say. "wow."

luke looks at you so earnestly it hurts your heart.

"luke... i love you. i. love. you. do you get that? i've been practically obsessed with you since i showed up at camp. and you fucking hurt me last week, some big speech isn't going to change that."

"y/n," luke starts.

"luke listen to me please." you breathe out shakily. "i don't want to lose you, but i can't- i just can't-" you're cut off when luke's soft lips press onto yours.

the kiss is soft, searching, hopeful. you lean into it slightly and the campers watching nearby silently start to celebrate.

but then you come to your senses.

pulling away, you look at luke with tears in your eyes. "no luke, no. you can't kiss me and make it all go away. you cant just kiss your way out of this. i love you and its tearing me apart."

"y/n," his voice is filled with anguish.

"its physically hurting me luke. it hurts." tears are freely streaming down your face now. "it hurts so fucking much that the one person i trusted to stand up for me, the one person i trusted with my whole being can't even defend me in a petty situation like that. how am i supposed to move on from this knowing my best friend in everything can't even stand up for me?"

tears shine in luke's eyes.

"so no luke. no. i don't care what you have to say anymore. this-" you motion between the two of you. "is done. im done. i love you but i love myself more."

you stand up then, tears falling down your face like waterfalls. "see ya round lukey."

two broken words a wrenched from luke's throat then. "no. please."

"i'm sorry..."

a/n pt2: ummm soo im very sorry for that yeah.... sorry about that ending of the series (if its wanted enough i'll make another part maybe possibly)

TAGLIST: @iammightsadyall, @y0urm0m12, @just35yrsandtrying, @kaceyh24, @dancing-inasnowglobe, @purplerose291, @shoyofroyoyoyo, @purple-imaginess, @spqrkles, @itz-lilywelch, @d1lf-loverrr, @cassiopeia-core

[imtheyellow]

hey you! want some rise fic recs?! *throws*

=Like Father Like Son

Leo gets kidnapped by draxum and HEAVY angst happens

=The Aftermath

aftermath of the movie, very well written

=Emphaty Amplified

Mikey does mystic stuff but angsty way

=odd man out

peepaw Leo comes back (he's a cool guy)

=B.E.A.S.T

TMNT crossover where 18 boys are scary

=Blood is Thicker than Ooze

Donnie is raised by draxum and refuses to see draxum is a bad person

=Every Night the Longest Day

in which Leo can't sleep but make it angsty

=Where in the World is Neon Leon?

Leo centric angst throughout the show + movie

=Tales of the Spirits

atla x rottmnt crossover, good plot

=In Which Donnie and Leo Make Themselves Everyone Else's Problem in an NYC That Isn't Even Their Own

the title speaks for itself. it's very funny

=I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good

Leo gets cursed and becomes a ghost

=Mystic Hands

F!Mikey comes to past and does no bullshit

=Eldest Brother

Raph goes to 2012 universe and suddenly has 4 new bros

=Tapping Out

disaster twins help each other when they are having though times

= Trial and Error

peepaw Leo comes back (he's an asshole at first)

= Mutants Ninja Midlife Crisis

peepaw Leo comes back (he is a grumpy old man but he is trying)

=The Jersey Incident

2012 x 2018 crossover and rise Leo is not having a good time

=The Call Back Home

Leo has nightmares and they turn out to be real

=Would It Really Matter

a ring gets stuck in Leo's finger and he becomes invisible

=Singing An Addolorato

slice of life stuff from rise gang

=the question is violence and the answer is pizza

2012 x 2018 chat fic, funny stuff

=The Same Little Faces

Leo becomes a turtle tot and its the most adorable thing I've ever seen

=Last Grain Of Sand In The Hourglass

peepaw Leo comes back instead of young Leo from Mikey's portal

=We'll Meet Again Soon

peepaw Leo comes back and yeesh

=Dagger from the Mirror

2012 x 2018 crossover but rise gang is kidnapped by Kraang (they are evil)

=Power Up

Leo's portals comes with a little twist (angst happens)

=At My Worst

peepaw Leo is stuck in young Leo's mind

trust me I've read more fics than these and these are the best ones I've read. also PLEASE tell me if you have any fic recs IM STARVING 😭😭

[first-edition]

Lyrics

Mafia boss Bucky x singer! Reader

Sum- you and Bucky had been together for 3 years before he left, he had even put a ring on your finger. You never knew why he left but it broke you to peices. One day he comes to the club you sing at and you change the song to show him how much your hurting.

Warning- mention of breakup, cussing, sad ending (if you want a good ending ask for it. For now you get to cry.) mention of guns, vehicle destruction.

This is part 1

Part 2 ‘letter’

Part 3 ‘love’

I’d rather go blind by Beyoncé (Etta james)

Bucky walks in a few of his body guards following close behind.

“Bucky!” Steve calls from the other side of the room. He walks over giving his friend a hug smiling.

“How have you been.?” He asks

“Im alright you?” Bucky asks

“Yeah I’m good, hey I gotta treat for you tonight we hired this girl a few months back she’s got an amazing voice. Her name is pudding she’s fucking incredible.” Steve says.

Bucky chuckles

“You got strippers too now?” He asks Stevelaughs

“That’s next week pal” he says other people begin to gather in and pretty soon the show begins to start the lights dim and music begins to play.

Bucky takes his seat in the middle table around the best row. Buckys ear perk as the steady melody hits his heart the familiar music. The curtain opens revealing you.

Bucky sits up his eyes widening. You seem to notice him and sigh rolling your eyes you walk off to the side as the music cuts you walk back in the stage and a different song plays. Bucky frowns confused if your okay. Seeing you in the beautiful skin right dress your make up done and hair falling down your back.

The music begins to play again but it’s a different song.

You begin to sing the song your wrote after Bucky had left you. The lyric hit his ears as he begins to realized just how much he hurt you. He didn’t get to tell you why, didn’t give a reason, didn’t leave a note, or a text, he left 1 million dollars in your bank account and you in the California king bed in his pent house that he’d left in your name.

Something told me it was over (Yeah)

When I saw you and her talking deep

Something deep down in my soul said cry girl (cry, cry)

When I saw you and that girl walking around whoo ooh

You remaine your glaze on him feeling tears begin to fall down your cheeks. Your voice becomes stronger as you sing about how he hurt you.

I would rather, I would rather go blind boy Then to see you walk away from me child naw naw whoo ooh

Bucky runs his fingers through his hair sighing as he ties it up in a bun, looking down not being able to bear your face now tear stained. He’d always promised you he’d never hurt you even though he left to keep you safe he needed you. When steve had asked him if he’s been alright that wasn’t the truth.

He left 6 months ago and hasn’t had a good night sleep since. He’s more hostile to his empylees and takes less bullshit than he did with you. You keep him sane, calm, loved…Happy.

So you see I love you so much that I don't wanna watch you leave me baby

Most of all I just don't

I just don't wanna be free now whoo ooh, Woo oh

Bucky feels a lump in his throat something he hasn’t felt since you had yes to marrying him the pure joy the engulfed him but now it was filled with sadness. Pain that he’d been hiding this entire time.

That ring still on your finger it glistens in the stage light. ‘Why do you still wear it if you’re so hurt?’ ‘why dont you look away from him?’ ‘do you still love him?”

I was just, I was just, I was just sitting here thinking of your kiss, And your warm embrace yeah When a reflection in a glass that I held to my lips now baby Revealed these tears that are on my face whoo ooh

Bucky gets up from his seat sniffing before finishing the glass of bourbon steve so kindly placed in his hand. He takes on last look at you before walking off his body guards follow. He walks out of the club before letting out a yell not angry not to cause attention of pure pain pissed off at himself for not treating you right in the end you deserved a goodbye, a reason, you deserve better that too much money and shit memories.

And baby, and baby, baby I'd rather be blind boy

Then to see you walk away

Walk away from me yeah ”FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!” Bucky yells kicking his car and breaks off the side mirror chucking it through the windshield. He punches the door of the car denting it in his metal arm making sparks fly before drawing his gun and shooting it until the ammo is out.

And baby, baby, baby I'd rather be blind boy

Then to see you walk away, Walk away from me

He falls to his knees beginning to sob. Still being able to hear your voice from outside the club as it dies down into Applause then default music begin to play.

Bucky pants sobbing into the black asphalt not even realizeing your steps up to him you kneel down in front of him. He looks up his hair disheveled falling out of the bun it was once tied up in a bun.

You see his tired face the stubble and bag under his eyes. His blue eyes darkened and red by the tears.

“Im sorry…im so so sorry.” His voice breaks.

You nod. Your eyebrows knit together. Tears stream down his face. You place you hand on his cheek he leans into it. Yo lean into him kissing his lips to which he immediately kisses you back.

Lips against his for a few more seconds before you pull away and looking into his eyes his gaze softening. You look down at you hand the ring glistening against your skin. You take it off and take his hand placing it in him palm.

“Y/n..” he begins.

“You left me…but you forgot this.” You say before getting up and walking back into the club. Bucky pleads out watching you walk away.

[ebisul]

TCW Rewatch: Season 3 Episodes 5-8

More Satine episodes. I don’t even disagree with her like goals and motivations I just personally dont like her personality and methodology.

Tbf i also really dont like the portrayal of Mandalore in general in this series. These notes i think explain my issues with this portrayal fairly well tho.

Episode 5: Corruption

* More Satine episodes oh boy…

* Satine wins neutrality for Mandalore but this brands her an outsider from the Republic and makes it difficult to aid the mandalorians

* Padme goes to Mandalore for a diplomatic visit hoping to alleviate tension as Mandalore is consumed with greed

* In the masses of the Mandalorian people is spotted one (1) person of color in the swathes of blonde or red haired, white people

* Arguing about trade routes and smuggling supplies

* Discussions of war, neutrality, and corruption between padme and satine, padme says she sometimes wishes she could follow mandalore in becoming a neutral planet, she also says she works to overcome the corruption of the republic and that she believes it is possible to do so

* Children are getting poisoned

* She says the terrorist attacks have only been targeted at her and her administration as if they didnt plant a bomb in a populated area and harm innocents if im remembering correctly

* The sterility of Mandalore irks me, I know it’s probably meant to be this like “ooh look how clean and peaceful” but it just looks offputting this is supposed to be a school for children and it looks like a stereotypical mental institution. Theres no color, the children where drab grey uniforms, its so strange

* And again there are only blonde white children in that entire cafeteria

* It took children getting poisoned to admit to corruption? Not the multiple traitors youve had to deal with?

* Greed kills

* Padmes such a badass i love her

* Ah… That Scene… this is another example of what i dislike about Satine bc shes being totally unreasonable her, she wants to destroy evidence for her own investigation, and when someone says “but you’re destroying evidence thats not a good idea” she threatens to arrest him for something he didnt do, effectively framing him for what? Having the audacity to point out the flawed logic?

* Also coming back to the “we sent all of our warriors to the moon” thing, what about your literal police force?

* She understands that her government is corrupt but what is she really doing to root out the corruption?

* Almec says he will investigate

* It is a good idea to take this to the Jedi directly as opposed to taking it to the Republic bc they would just send the Jedi anyway and the Republic will just turn them away for their neutrality

Episode 6: The Academy

* Love that it recognizes that Mandalore is deeply corrupt, instead of doubling down on the whole idyllic peace bullshit facade they have

* Also did they ever actually come to a conclusion on the trade issues? I dont think so but like thats hella important

* Im saying this now but i do not subscribe to the Korkie is a Kenobi theory and actively dislike it for so many reasons

* Ahsoka explains corruption very well, i especially like the “its every citizens duty to challenge their leaders” although Satine probably would disagree all things considered

* Shes accidentally radicalizing the students its great

* Who are these goat guys? They keep showing up

* Ofc the police are corrupt, theyre police

* He totally couldve lost his leg there

* What a surprise… the prime minister is the traitor…

* So was Satine aware of Almec? I assume she was already investigating

* Ok that’s torture

* And coercion but i dont think thats a war crime

Episode 7: Assassin

* Aurra Sing is DEAD??? Since when???

* Do you think someone should explain to her that learning more on the field than at the temple is not a jedi thing? This is another example of Ahsoka being trained as a soldier and commander rather than a jedi padawan

* Is she worried about Anakin? If so thats sweet

* Oh shes traumatized

* “Troubled” Yoda its called trauma

* Or its just a nightmare

* Baby you are a Padawan, a Student, you are meant to study and learn. You arent a soldier

* So Aurra Sing is alive supposedly and targeting Padme

* Bail and Padme are meant to lead a conference on Alderaan concerning refugees from the war. It is nice to see some of the senators genuinely care for the people.

* Padme and Ahsoka have a cute relationship very older sister, or rather older sister in law

* They really dont seem to be teaching visions very well at Jedi school even though it doesn’t seem to be liek that uncommon

* All these bitches got visions why are you not teaching them about said visions? The children are glimpsing the horrors, Yoda!!

* An almost successful assassination attempt

* I do love when padmes allowed to be badass, i totally get why Anakin would be in love with her even if theyre both so toxic

* Oh wait its ziro?? I wasn’t expecting that i swear i watched this show before

* Whats the deal with ziro??

* Wait is it bc of the hostage situation at the end of season 1? I dont remember how that ended

Episode 8: Evil Plans

* Is this the cad bane torturing droids episode?

* I just love to see Todo and Bane

* R2 is such a diva i love it

* I know coruscant is meant to be like epitome of corruption in the GFFA but goddamn is it ugly hidden behind the pretty lights

* Does that make sense or is it just the ADHD brain talking

* Bane knows R2 by name? Ok ig

* I actually still havent picked up on what Bane is looking for

* In my defense my brain fog makes my ADHD worse and i dont wanna rewatch the episode

* Why does Jabba need the Senate floor plans?

* Does this episode take place pre- season 1 episode 22? I still have no idea if Ziro was recaptured or not

* Wait why does R2 even have the senate floor plans?

War Crime Counter:

Separatists: 13

Republic: 7

No new war crimes this time only because idk if i should count them considering the guilty parties arent on the board

[sunny-speaks]

First Kiss

Characters: Henry Morgan (@homecomingvn) x Reader

Pov: you’re just chillin’ with your good buddie Henry, your best friend. One you may have had like a tiny little crush on… You’re whining about how you haven’t had your first kiss, complaining on and on about all these hopeless guys who’ve never liked you back.(Am I indulging myself? Ofc i am) or relationships you couldn’t pursue because you had academic pressure on your back? (ok now im totally projecting)

Fic under the cut! Have a good time reading !!

You were sprawled out on Henry’s bed, whining about how post-secondary school was kicking your ass, how life was kicking your ass, a lot of things that were kicking your ass. To be fair, adulthood seemed much better in YA novels and shows compared to… ugh, reality. Honestly, why do they produce such bullshit to make it seem fun?

“Buttercup, I’m sure things’ll get better for you! Just give it some time, mhm?” Henry added on while you noticed you had grumbled that last line of thought out loud. They then turned all his attention back to his FNAF game before you let out a wistful sigh.

“At least they make it seem so… rose-tinted. What I would do to actually have a love life, I swear to God.” You combed your hands through your hair, the summer heat making you perspire more on your friend’s bedsheets as you groaned at the thought. “Dude, I can’t believe I’m this old and I still haven’t had my first kiss. God, what am I even waiting for at this point…?” You dejectedly mumbled the last part to yourself.

Henry, albeit barely noticeable, perked up at the word ‘first kiss.’ They could hear the discouragement in your voice, ears picking up on that last note. “Well, guess we’re both hopeless romantics then…” 

“I don’t know, I’ve always thought that there’d be this great guy waiting for me when I got old enough. He’d want nothing more than to be the best partner, and he’d just sing my praises. I know it’s kind of…” You flushed a little at your wording, “Self-serving. I know you care about me and all! But it’d be nice to have someone care about me romantically. Ugh, my expectations are too high, aren’t they?” You sat back up, legs dangling off the edge of the mattress, hands fiddled with in your lap.

Were you being too obvious on what you were trying to signal him? You wanted a partner, a boyfriend even, and your best friend would be so perfect and you really wanted him to at least reject you and give you closure rather than drag this out. But if things turned out positively? Well, that’d just be a cherry on top.

He totally wasn’t your first friend and first love. Totally not the only one who you would never outwardly confess to without prompting. Totally not the one that you’ve loved since childhood.Totally not the one who made all your past loves pale in comparison. Totally not th―! You were getting distracted.

“Yeah, don’t think anyone would wanna kiss me…” You muttered to yourself under your breath.

Henry quickly paused his game. He wanted nothing more than to jump out of his seat and say ‘I want to be the best partner! I want to sing your praises! I care about you romantically! If I’m not good enough, you can do anything to fix me! I’ll be whatever you want me to! I’d make sure no one could ever hurt you again! If they did, I’d make them pay suffer rethink their decisions!’ But that would come off a little too desperate. He’s waited years for you.

It wouldn’t kill to wait a little longer.

Well, if only he knew how much you liked him. He was a little… dense when it came to others trying to court him, after all, he never thought that he’d be the object of someone else’s affections. Henry hummed out their reply after some thought, trying to subconsciously hint that there’s someone out there who’d love to be your partner. Even if he didn’t outwardly say it was himself. “I don’t think they’re too high. Maybe there is someone out there perfect for you. Besides, who wouldn’t want to kiss you?”

You sarcastically chuckled with no malice behind it, “Maybe all the people I’ve liked in the past?”

He opened his mouth, sputtering rebuttals, “Well that’s because they were clearly all blind! They just have no taste! You know what?” He gets out of his chair and stands in front of you, pointing an accusing finger at your window.

“What?” You raised an amused and curious eyebrow at his mild aggression to your past crushes. 

Still gesturing to the window, he referred to your past admirations. “Clearly, they’re just dumb, because I would totally kiss you! And I would enjoy it!” He puffs out his chest in some sort of… pride at his words before realizing what he said. “Uh.” After a single noise from him, his face almost erupts into a bright red. “I- wow, um. I- Yeah, uh…”

As he struggled to mentally compute what he had just said to you, to your face, (oh my god he was going to die from rejection or embarrassment or even both, ahhh―) and how you were gonna react, you were in our own world.

Everything going through your brain was a disorganized chaos alarm that had only one cohesive thought.

Which was to shut up his mumbling by kissing him.

And so, that’s what you did. No fear, no hesitation, no consequences. You snaked your hand up to the back of his neck, feeling a couple of goosebumps. You gave him chances to pull away as you drew your heads closer together. Your fingers entwined themselves into strands of his golden hair, nails gently raking his scalp.

Fuck, you left him breathless. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and he swore his heart stopped for that solid second. The question ‘Is this okay?’ was left unsaid, but not unheard when he gave you a shaky whine in response, “Please, yes…” was muttered from the pretty lips of his. Pretty lips that you were about to kiss.

It was inexperienced and a little awkward at first, teeth clacking against each other awkwardly as you both got a feel for what you were trying to do. It was chaste as you pulled away rather quickly to see a very flushed Henry begin to open his eyes that were closed to soak up all the pleasure before you went back in for another, his eyes fluttering wide in surprise.

“Hhn—?” You pulled on his scalp a little, tilting your head to the side so you could slot your mouths together a bit more easily. He jolted a little before slowly hovering his arms around your waist before deciding to settle them there. He keened and pulled you closer to him until there was barely any space between the two of you.

Of course, oxygen was, unfortunately, necessary for one to survive and that need had caused you to pull away from him. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, as you drank up the sight of a dazed Henry who looked back at you with reverent eyes, clearly more than interested in continuing kissing you.

You soaked up all the attention before gently booping him on the nose, “You enjoy that enough?” You gave him a small teasing grin, regardless of your internal panic over how that was your first kiss, with the first guy you’d been friends with, with the first guy you ever really loved like that. God, maybe YA shows weren’t bullshit?

He stammered, light puffs of air passed through his mouth as his eyes darted everywhere except towards yours.

You weren’t that bad at kissing… you hoped. “Was I so good at kissing you that I took your breath away?” You instantly cringed at your words as they slipped out of your mouth. Why did that seem so cheesy?

After a moment of silence, he quietly mumbled, “...yeah.”

You could feel heat rise to your face at his reply. He was too adorable to not tease and he was too honest for his own good. 

“... That was my first kiss too.” He quietly admitted. If it was to you or to himself, neither of you knew. “I’d been saving it for you, buttercup.”

Your heart leaped in your chest at the implications of his statement, hope filling your eyes. “Well, there’s no easy way to say this. Henry, I’ve liked you for years now. It was on and off, if I’m being honest. But you’ve always been the one constant in my life, you’ve always been there for me, supported me. Henry, I really, really, really do like you. I, uh—” You paused, it was so much harder to confess after you had kissed, because it was usually the other way around first. “Will you date me?”

He held a shaky hand to his mouth to barely hide the biggest grin on his face before exclaiming in elation, “Of course, buttercup, a thousand times yes.” He gently began peppering your face with soft, chaste kisses. The temples of your face, the crown of your forehead, the corners of your eyes, the tip of your nose before planting a soft gentle one on your lips.

He picked you up and sat laid on the bed, before getting you to lie beside him as he draped his arms over your shoulder and pulled you in closer. He snuck his head into the crook of your neck and let that guide him to sleep.

“D’you mind if we take a nap, love?”

“Geez, already pulling out the ‘L word,’ Henry? You move quick!” He could feel your laughs reverberate through your chest as you looped your hands around his waist. “Of course we can take a nap. All that excitement tired me out for sure…”

He looked over your shoulder, pulling your warmth closer to him, to see a picture frame with a photo of the two of you.

He had been patient for so long. Clearly, it had paid off.

A/N: AUGH THIS TOOK ME LIKE 4 HOUrS I'M SO SORRY I MEANT THIS TO RELEASE ON JUNE 28TH BUT THEN I WROTE TOO MUCH AND COULDN'T STOP. (1.6k words i think? uGH AND THATS NOT A LOT OF WORDS BY MY STANDARDS EITHERRRR--)

Once again, go check out Henry Morgan from @homecomingvn's tumblr !! They are very cool !! Also I hope you don't mind that I tagged you, I can always remove it if you'd like?

[cult-of-the-eye]

What experience I would give as a statement to Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London? Statement fucking begins...

Summer after GCSEs, whole fam picks up and goes to India for 3 weeks

Listen we are hubristic. We literally go from Britain to Turkey to Delhi airport, to a different airport, to Banaras in a taxi, to Siliguri in a sleeper train, to Kalimpong in a car, back to Siliguri in a van, then to Kolkata in a sleeper bus, to Dhakha, Bangladesh by plane, to my grandparents place in Sylhet by car, then back to Dhakha, then back to Delhi, then back to Turkey and then back to Britain.

Tell me we didn't have at least one entity on our side.

None of us got ill. We had a 6 yr old with us. She didn't complain one bit. I'm 100% sure I blacked out for the majority of it. No other explanation than paranormal.

Those sales assistants in shops have to be fucking avatars of the web or something the way they fucking smile and you until you've blinked and you've bought 3 lehengas and she's like very good ma'am

I met my grandma's sister who looks exactly like my grandma, speaks the exact same way, acts the exact same way. It was so uncanny I could've sworn she just was her. Probably very normal explanation (genetics) but we can never be sure.

I made friends with a hand sized spider in a bathroom by singing "Mr spider, please don't kill me" in the tune of Mr sandman to it every day. It disappeared on the last day. (giving spiral)

I got myself an Indian accent. I am not Indian. (Most of my family is from Bangladesh, I was born there) I am not good at accents. I'm not sure how this transpired (could be some elaborate sociolinguistics explanation but I'm gonna go with paranormal)

We went on a massive family day out with cousins to a river near the mountains and we all had a great time until this little menace of a cousin literally got carried away by a current and we were terrified until one of my uncles literally grabbed him by the leg and yanked him out right before he would've gotten completely carried away. I don't think that's pure luck, personally.

My aunts staged an intervention for me about my posture (Not supernatural, Im just salty)

My dad successfully convinced some strangers who sat next to him on the plane that the reason me and my siblings spoke such good English was that we went to an English medium school. When pressed, he came up with the most elaborate story ever. He gave them a random school we went to, told them we were his boss' kids and he was taking us home, bullshitted a company and then when one of them went oh my dad is a higher up in that company, he says oh didn't he retire recently and the guy goes yeah he did! We are completely oblivious of this story, until he leans over and tells us not to call him dad for the rest of the plane journey. If that's not fucking Stranger behaviour then what is.

We get home, exhausted out of our minds and we realise we can't find our fucking front door key. We pile into the back garden and proceed to search through the entirety of our bags, trouser pockets, pockets within bags, we're all on the verge of tears, I'm catatonic, my little sister has picked up a stick and is slowly peeling it, my other sister is the only one actually looking and my dad is staring at the luggage, as if it had grown legs and was doing a little dance right before his eyes. We do find the keys after 20 minutes. We never mention this again. That's fucking paranormal shit right there don't even try to convince me otherwise. Michael the distortion was fucking with us.

Statement ends... (Although that's definitely not even half the shit that happened)

Watch Jonathan "Jarchivist" Sims crumble beneath my experiences. Hes so bamboozled that he forgets to try and discredit me. I bring him a packet of laddoos and some aachar.

[averagemrfox]

was just reminded of my favorite poem and now I'm beat up over bumbleby and these first three stanzas

You will never be let down by anyone more than you will be let down by the one you love most in the world it’s how gravity works it’s why they call it “falling” it’s why the truth is harder to tell every year you have more to lose but you can choose to bury your past in the garden by the tulips water it until it’s so alive it lets go and you belong to yourself again When you belong to yourself again Remember forgiveness is not a tidy grave  It is a ready loyal knight kneeling before your royal heart Call in your royal heart  Tell it bravery cannot be measured by a lack of fear  It takes guts to tremble  It takes so much tremble to love  Every first date is a fucking earthquake Sweetheart, on our first date  I showed off all my therapy  I flaunted the couch Where I finally sweat out my history  I pulled out the photo album from the last time I wore a lie to the school dance  I smiled and said “that was never my style Look how fixed I am  Look how there’s no more drywall on my fist  Look at the stilts I’ve carved for my short temper  Look how my wrist is not something I have to hide” I said  Well I was hiding it The telephone pole still down from the storm  By our third date I had fixed the line  I said listen I have a hard time  I mean I cry as often as most people pee and I don’t shut the door behind me I’ll be up in your face screaming “SEATTLE IS TOO RAINY SEATTLE IS TOO RAINY IM NEVER GOING TO BE ABLE TO LIVE HERE.” I sobbed on our fourth date I can’t live here  In my body, I mean I can’t live in my body all the time it feels too much  So if I ever feel far away know I am not gone I am just underneath my grief Adjusting the dial on my radio faith so I can take this life with all of it’s love and all of it’s loss See I already know that you are the place where I am finally going to sing without any static meaning I’m never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back and I’m never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already When we all know everyone’s life has been hard enough already it’s hard to watch the game we make of love, like everyone’s playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don’t want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there better be a thousand separate heavens for all of my separate parts  And none of those parts are going to be wearing the romance from the overpriced vintage rack  That is to say I am not going to get a single speed bike if I can’t make it up the hill  I know exactly how many gears I’m going to need to love you well And none of them look hip at the coffee shop  They all have God saying “good job you’re finally not full of bullshit”  You finally met someone who’s going to flatten your knee caps into skipping stones Baby, throw me  Throw me as far as I can go  I don’t want to leave this life without ever having come home  And I want to come home to you  I can figure out the rain

[shanesbluechicken]

Ooh, for sure for sure! Cant say im 100% emo myself but its not always dark and edgy or whatever stereotype emo has (though yeah ive seen a fair share of my own and thats completely valid)

I was thinking the reader be an anti social but friendly kind of emo. They wear dark clothing, but not all the time or all of it because they still do farming and wearing dark clothes make it hotter and make them sweatier. They dont wear eyeliner (it smudges when they sweat :/) but they do when its a non farming day. An emo in style but a lil softie in heart

I was imagining the headcanons start with shane assuming the reader to be cold and rude because of their appearance but started warming up to them after he realised how nice they were (and maybe add a few dating headcanons in the end if u could)

Thanks again!! Love ur writing sm ^^ -🦝

Shane with an emo s/o

Tysm for the info!🤗

It's based on this ask

TW: heavy language

Gender: neutral

Yes, first time seeing you he was quick to judge to say the least. You definitely stood out with your dark clothes and the even darker makeup and since he didn't know you personally, Shane kinda automatically put you in a box.

Much to his surprise the other town members didn't even seem to notice the fact that you're the extreme opposite of...well, Pelican Town.

It's not that he didn't like your style (he even thought that it suits you well), he simply wasn't familiar with the scene or the people in it. He remembered having some emo kids back in school, but he never interacted with them, only hearing gossip from other class mates who were just as clueless as he was.

In the first week he almost didn't even recognize you without your usual aesthetic, but he already guessed that it must be kinda in the way of work. Black clothes absorb the sun light after all. He had the feeling that something was off, but he couldn't quite place his finger on what.

One evening you entered the saloon wearing your whole attire. Clothes and makeup were spot on and when you took a seat near his corner, he caught himself admiring your eyeliner. Shane could not understand how in the name of Yoba you managed to make it look so...pretty. He banished the thought the second it appeared in his mind. Or tried it at least.

But now he knew what felt so off the last couple times he saw you in the town square, wearing a plain t-shirt and plain pants. This style, YOUR style, completes you somehow. Now you were in your element and fuck, he was staring again.

It didn't take long for him to realize that all the stories and gossip he heard all these years ago were nothing but bullshit. He wasn't better than all these judgmental shitheads tho, considering he put you in a box as well.

You were the nicest person he has ever met, giving out gifts without expecting anything in return and going out of your way to help others. He should have known better.

And now that you two are dating he makes sure to make up for all the times he treated you crappy in the beginning.

Shane loves watching you get ready, taking in every single minute he spends with you. He loves to sing along with you to your playlists when you do chores together. It's not much singing on his side, more mumbling to be honest.

You tried showing him how to put on eyeliner, but he can't even make a straight line :'D

You've tried rubbing your style off, because please his JojaMart jacket can't be considered a jacket anymore. This thing consists of more holes than material.

"Black would suit you so much, I bet."

"No."

It does.

Shane also often times uses clichés to make jokes, but nothing that would genuinely offend you. For example when you'd find a pretty, black stone in the mines and show it to him.

"Look! It's so black!"

"Like your soul?"

Masterlist

[squarebracketsmileyface]

Hi, I keep coming back, but I got another song for you!! Life After Salem by Lil Nas X is so Jay to Alex, but you can even squeeze some Tim in there too!!

NEW SONG WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Okay you know the drill, shitty lyric analysis under the thingy so its all neat and tidy before BAM me spewing a bunch of bullshit about my favorite lil guys. Also this one goes off the rails cos i just finished it with a massive fuck off migraine, so it starts out all detailed then becomes "yes song good good" pretty much lol

You're so right tho, this song is so Jay and Alex.

All of my feelings are gone I left 'em all on the floor Man, who's to blame if you don't love me no more? No, I don't mind, just take whatever you want

Shocker, Alex and Jay singing a duet.

To me the first two lines would be sung by Jay about him hiding his feelings for Alex back in college/uni, pretending he didn't like him or want to be in a relationship with him (beyond just their FWB relationship), pretending he wasn't in love with Alex for years despite knowing that he absolutely was. Probably those lines would be sung by Jay to Alex about their time in College, explaining what he tried to do with his feelings: "I left 'em all on the floor". Those lines would also probably be sung, like, after Alex has said all those nasty things to Jay in the kitchen? Somewhere around then. This is like a song for if they ever actually fucking talked to each other properly lmao.

The next line would be Alex's response, a sort of manipulative way of saying he understands why Jay doesn't trust him anymore, that he understands what he did and why it was cruel. But in that kinda "oh woe is me I'm just the worst" kinda way, yknow? Trying to make Jay go "no, you're not the worst, you're not evil, you just didn't think it's okay!" and give Alex another chance. There'd definitely be a certain level of sincerity as well though, because Alex really does realize that he was pretty damn shitty to Jay. He wants Jay not to love him anymore. He needs Jay not to love him anymore.

Then the last line is kinda both of them, but in different ways, like they'd sing it together but with completely different tones and it'd be so obvious that they're talking about different things. For Jay "No, I don't mind, just take whatever you want" is about how Alex just kinda took and took and took from him throughout their relationship, but it'd also be a kinda, like, good tone? Like Jay's convinced himself that he genuinely doesn't mind how much Alex has taken from him, he kind of likes the fact that he could give Alex that control over him etc? For Alex "No, I don't mind, just take whatever you want" would be a lot more bitter, he feels like Jay is the unreasonable one who just keep's taking, because he's taken Alex's heart (lmao cringe) and Alex was not ready to give it away to him.

Why don't you just take what you want from me? I think you should take what you want and leave Why don't you just take what you want from me? I think you should take what you want and leave

Alex. He wants Jay to have basically everything he's wanted out of their relationship just before he leaves and Alex makes sure that they don't see each other again. Jay gets to kiss Alex, they have sex in a bed, Jay sleeps over, they have breakfast together, etc.

(It is another day now and I have a headache. Thinking is hard, the rest of this is probably gonna be a mess im sorry lol.)

What you want from me? Yeah What you want from me? Yeah

Then just Jay not really knowing why Alex has changed and why he's doing all these nice things for him, so he's just sitting there trying to figure out what Alex wants from him in return for all these nice things. (the answer to that being: alex wants him heartbroken enough to save himself)

Get yourself an Adderall Then throw me up against the wall And kick me when I have to crawl Ooh, I love it when you show no love at all You know I can be your part-time lover Our scars, they'll dance with each other I can be your part-time lover Our scars, they'll dance with each other

Okay, hear me out, this bit's about their dynamic, shocker... even tho it makes it sound a lot more toxic and abusive than it actually was. They were both mostly happy with the dynamic and neither were trying to hurt each other. They just both kinda wanted it to be a romantic relationship when it wasn't, but Alex was scared of that, and Jay wasn't gonna push it for fear of losing what he already had so far. And he'd rather have that than nothing.

"Ooh, I love it when you show no love at all" at first i thought this bit would be Jay, but now that i think about it, it's Alex to me. He liked it when Jay didn't show him any love back in college, because it made it easier to ignore his own feelings for him.

Why don't you just take what you want from me? I think you should take what you want and leave Why don't you just take what you want from me? I think you should take what you want and leave

What you want from me? Yeah What you want from me? Yeah

You're changin' You're changin' every day You played me I let you win again You're changin' You're changin' every day And you're takin' You're takin' everything

They are in fact changing, yup. Probably Jay talking about Alex, Alex changed up their usual dynamic when they got back to his house, then it turned out that all the niceness was just a way to break Jay's heart even worse. He just got his feelings played with, and he didn't really do anything to stop it, because he liked how Alex was treating him too much. Which like, fair.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

Anything Wilhemina Venable and Billie Dean Howard? Maybe specifically in the fall time and the start of their relationship? Love your writing!!!

thank you!! omg billie x mina is my favorite ship im gonna have so much fun w this

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IF ANYONE FALLS IN LOVE, IT WILL BE ONE OF US (part 1 of ?)

pairing: billie dean howard x reader x wilhemina venable

word count: 1016

notes and warnings: title from “if anyone falls” by stevie nicks!! I have no idea what this turned into, there will probably be a part 2!!

summary: you convince your girlfriend to let a medium solve a little haunting problem in your home

taglist: @cartoonpeoples @thedeconstructionist @cordeliass @paulsonsratched @goodeday2u @mayfair-fleur @traumatisedfangirl

Wilhemina’s claims of it all being bullshit did not surprise you. She had never been superstitious, much less believed in ghosts, but you were quite the opposite.

You had moved into a new house with Mina close to a month ago, and every night had been the same — after the lights went out you would hear singing in a language you couldn’t quite understand. Sometimes the singing would last for a few moments, and sometimes it would last all night. Wilhemina claimed not to hear it, or that even if she did hear it it didn’t phase her, but it didn’t take long for you to notice that she shifted closer to you in the bed every time the singing started up.

At the beginning of October, a whole month after moving into the house, you had finally had enough.

You’d searched for ages for a medium or a witch, anyone that could speak to or remove spirits from the house. Eventually you had stumbled upon the qualifications of Billie Dean Howard — the first episode of her new show was to premiere in a few weeks.

You knew Billie would be expensive, but then again, with Whilhemina’s job at Kineros money had not been a concern.

It had been four days since you had scheduled an appointment with Billie Dean Howard, and she was set to arrive at your home any minute.

Wilhemina sat beside you on the sofa, her posture rigid as it always became when she was irritated. Her jaw was set and a far-off look invaded her eyes.

“I know you think this is a waste, but people say this woman is really talented,” you said quietly, breaking the silence.

“I just hope she’s not one of those witches from New Orleans. I watched their segment on the news, it was absolutely ridiculous,” Mina replied sternly.

You sighed. “Stop being so grumpy.”

“I’m not being grumpy.”

“Yes, you are.”

Before she could respond, the doorbell rang.

Mina gave you a look that half-dared you move to open it, as if you were pulling the trigger to a gun.

Sure enough, you pulled the trigger, and the medium strutted into your home.

“Good afternoon,” the medium drawled in her light southern accent. “You’re the Venables, I presume?”

You nodded, captivated by her. Her golden hair hung in waves down her back, and the dusty pink blouse she wore complimented her slightly tanned skin. You shivered as her dark eyes ran over you, as if she knew every bit of how enchanted you were, and could read every thought she occupied.

When you glanced at Wilhemina you noticed the spark in her eyes. You couldn’t tell what it meant, what storm it entailed, but it was there, undeniably.

Billie moved to sit in the armchair across from the sofa, lighting a cigarette — she was making herself at home.

“Congratulations on your show. It’s premiering in, what, two weeks?” You said, forcing yourself back onto the sofa.

Billie’s expression lit up, her sparkling eyes meeting yours as she exhaled a cloud of smoke. “Next Wednesday, darling. I do hope you’ll tune in.”

At the same time you said “of course,” Wilhemina replied with “no, I don’t think so.”

Billie’s eyes moved to Mina. She could sense the air of challenge, and she seemed to revel in it. Wilhemina, too, was completely engulfed in this game, and she would make sure that she won in every way.

“Now, go on,” Wilhemina said, as if she were talking to a child. “Give us the performance I’m paying for.”

The wisps of a smirk encapsulated Billie’s lips, and she offered the women a small wink. “He’s French. An actor.”

You inhaled sharply. “The one who’s been singing?”

Billie nodded. “His ex wife killed him with a kitchen knife. He tells me Wilhemina’s taste in television is terrible, and that you ought to invest in a chess board.”

“Tell him to stop singing at night, please.”

Billie’s eyes fluttered shut and she raised one of her hands as if running it through an invisible spider web. “He says he’ll stop if you quit playing Hell’s Kitchen every night.”

Wilhemina scoffed. “I’ll do no such thing. It’s my favorite program.”

“It’s the only way.”

“Well, damn him, then. He can deal with it.”

“You’ll only make the problem worse.”

“Listen,” Wilhemina started, her voice cold, “I did not invite a stranger into my house to be told nonsensical ways of changing my nightly routine.”

“Mina,” you urged, “listen to her.”

Billie smirked as if she’d won.

When you looked over to Wilhemina, her eyes still had that spark in them, daring Billie to challenge her again. You knew she enjoyed this, in whatever way, and you knew that though she wouldn’t admit it, she found Billie Dean just as stunning and utterly enthralling as you did.

“Is that all?” Billie asked. “I should really be going.”

At roughly the same time, you and Mina both responded with a “no.”

Billie raised her eyebrows. When her gaze turned to you, you could feel your heart start to beat faster.

You turned to Wilhemina. “Can I talk to you in the hallway for a minute?”

She nodded, and the two of you left Billie in the living room.

Once the two of you were out of earshot, you began to ramble. “I know you like her. I like her. I think she’s stunning. And I know you two are playing your little games, but please don’t scare her away, and maybe we should—”

“Stop, stop,” she said, grounding you, towering above her. To others, she was intimidating. To you, her presence was nothing but comforting. “I don’t know if I want to strangle her, or if I want her.”

You attempted to hold back a grin. “We could invite her to dinner sometime, play it off as thanks for her service and congratulations on her show.”

The two of you heard footsteps coming through the hallway, the heavy slamming of heels against the wooden floor.

Soon, Billie was at your side with a fresh cigarette, amusement written all over her face. “I could hear all of that, you know — the actor told me. I thought I would chime in. I would love to go to dinner, darling.”

And love, dangerous and raw and real, was yours in every way.

[apthotiosis]

okay okay baghz thoughts

as someone who followed the cc's pov since the beginning im sad not many people picked up on what she was doing with her character, so i try to explain my Thoughts

out of everyone on the island she's probably the one that craved Family the most. she has a debilitating fear of being trapped and alone, which makes sense given her background - even though she cannot remember it, it still affects her immensely. she seeks out connections like lifelines, and when she finds someone who is kind to her she will go *intense* with her love. her love is loud, boisterous, tinted with violence, against herself (her tendency to self-immolate or drown herself) or against others (her love language is chainsaw :3) because thats what she knows!

she gets clingy too, because she's deathly afraid of being left behind. of not belonging. she already doesnt belong among humans as an artificial hybrid that doesnt even *look* similar to the other hybrids she knows, like jaiden or phil. she's an outlier among outliers. she took Bad and her adoptive brother (cant ignore he existed i guess) and claimed them as hers, as Flock, even though she didnt really know that. again, grew up with no interaction with other avians, so there.

so when the opportunity arose in purgatory, or shared trauma and grief and insanity, she embraced it the most out of everyone. she *loved* purgatory, because it erased all the boundaries she had set herself. because she got to call people siblings, she got to call someone she looked up to "dad", and did not get a weird look for it.

she and cellbit stayed behind because they both didn't value their own lives, or nowhere as much as their loved one's lives. and i think they made each other worse in that way. her especially never really got over purgatory, clinging to Bolas even months after the fact, even when almost everyone (not cellbit tho, and phil is like half and half) moved on from it. cellbit got better, in a way? skater boy, so cool. she really...didnt, though.

her egg was back, the island was back, but it was different. everyone was different. but she was still the same. she was still struggling, so lost, not quite anchored in that new reality. she sees bagi, is thrilled, offers to chainsaw her if she wants, because what's a little killing between friends? pain is fun. dying is fun, she just wants to share it with others. only if they want to tho :D

he built herself a cave to live in because she had come to relish in the dark and stuffy air, safe from the sulfur and burning red sun. she saw phil's nest and so badly wanted to be part of it, part of flock again. and phil bless his oblivious ass failed to really understand what was the issue, and she got rejection sensitivity like crazy.

"guess all that talk about family was just words," as she said after the fact. she was alone again. her brother was dead, jaiden was dead, slime her comedic soulmate and singing partner was nowhere to be found, cellbit was never there when she was, phil didnt want her...

i dont think she ever left purg. not really. the cc did say that if she could retcon smth, she'd have her character stay in egg island, fighting forever until she died. if i had a say in it i'd have her dig a hole back on the main island with all the bolas so they can be feral together, but thats just me.

ive been turning this over for so long ;3; and then she got lost to the days and i have finally rolled back in

anon your baghera thoughts deserve to be heard So much

so wonderfully put . baghera really msde such a freak of a duck who i think , people walked away from other povs like wow ! she has so much energy , shes a bit crazy ! but like , watching the more upsetting (and the bullshit from irl harassment) parts of the election arc . and the moment she found out she was an experiment ? thats the one thing this made me think of , through everything youve said . she grew up in a cage !! a nice one , sure , but it was still a cage ;3; and if she never had solid memories of it and only feelings , and reactions , she has no way to explain to other people why she is Like That

she thrived so much in purgatory ;0; it made going back to (capitalism) an island jarring as Fuck . like i know some people were like lol , character is traumatised - but u are so right . she never left . her ass did not come back

which ! phils oblivious ass , even if he knew (because as far as i know she didnt tell many people ? pls pls correct me if im wrong) , he wouldnt really know what to do . he might have been more gentle and let her stay in the house , or more readily helped her make a spot near him . but no . we just get 'omg baghera !! stop drowning yourself jfc p l e a s e its fine just dont live in my house'

girl (phil).. girl help her..

i love the idea of bagz retconning her character back to purgatory . even the eye cant stop her she is just There , wanting her egg so bad , and mowing people down . but i also adore the idea of a bolas nest ;3; everyone else is getting on with their lives but im sure cellbit would stay with her , and pepito n richas for sure . foosh would be there heaps . especially to get away from the disasters of New Capitalism and also tubbo lmao

((anyway i think her and jaiden should remember things from their past and maybe talk abt it and heal a little , and then also get super fucking pissed at the feds . and kill them with chainsaws mb . yeah))

[nightsky-edits]

uH, hELLO! i WAS WONDERING IF i COULD MAYBE GET A, uH, sHUFFLEMANCY FOR MY MOIRAILLEGIANCE WITH vRISKA ? mORE SPECIFICALLY TO DELVE INTO THE, uH, SPECIFICS OF THE MOIRAILLEGIANCE, iF POSSIBLE? i WANT TO REMEMBER MORE ABOUT IT,,,

tHANK YOU!

~ tAVROS FICTIVE ♉ , @starry-fieldcollective

I Got White Knuckles by Ok Go

So this song is about a person who has done some bad things in the past. The person whos singing the song, Person A, seems to have already forgiven Person B and is encouraging B to come out of their cage and change for the better and to forgive themself.

You'll never get the paw print, out of the hen house now And you can't go back, same way you came Round all the pieces up, but they just don't fit the same

Im going to treat this like you were the person singing the song because that makes the most sense to me. But it sounds to me like Vriska was dealing with sort of an identity crisis during your moiraillegiance. Identity crisis might be pushing it but think about her arc with meenah and how she realized alot of what she was doing was self fufilling bullshit that just pushed everyone away and hurt everyone else around her. Shes realizing that she cannot take that back no matter what. You can never be the same person again. Thats how the world works right.

So come and let it all out, let it bleed Did you get what you want? Did you get what you need? And behind the lines, behind the wall Tell me, was the bed you made really that bad after all?

The narrator is saying hey let all of that out of you. Did you get what you wanted? Basically saying did that really help you did it really serve you or did you just sort of hurt yourself more with that. But also being like hey its already over yk you cant really change it, now that its done is it really that bad? Or was alot of the stuff you were worried about mostly anxiety. I think its also possible you could have been talking her down from alot of her more self destructive stuff. Like in the next stanza.

So just how far, is far enough? Everybody needs to sleep at night, everybody needs a crutch But couldn't good, be good enough? 'Cause nothing ever doesn't change, but nothing changes much

Maybe she was pushing herself to be better, pushing herself to fix everything for real and overworking herself. It sounds like you were a voice of reason to her. Someone that at the end of the day was going to comfort her but also tell her the hard truths. I think she probably struggled alot with thinking she wasnt enough like canon vriska and you were there to be like hey, you are enough! You are doing your best! Don't kill yourself trying!

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Hope this helps! If you need any more clarification just send another ask! Remember that im just some guy on the internet and you know yourself best, take what feels right and feel free to interpret on your own :P

[dagothurbignaturals]

I always thought of doing a review for ridgeside village mod but i haven't played stardew in a while, im sorry if this "review" is a mess but im just rambling so if you wanna read what i think go ahead. i might do another save without sdve because oh my god having these two mods together is overwhelming.

But i do remember something whenever i play and its just.. How the mod doesn't give you dialogue options. Of course there are moments where it does but other times It just assumes you'll accept whatever the npc throws at you and it honestly takes away the fun, sometimes i just don't wanna help someone

Like in stardew there are moments where you can be mean to the villager, refuse their offer or straight up tell them "hey what the hell is wrong with you", in ridgeside you don't have that, i appreciate it for what it does but having a bit of freedom would be a bit nice, also they use the :3 face a bit too much.

I do appreciate what the mod does, especially with how alive the npcs feel and the sheer amount of them, it feels like an actual village, also the main quests wears off a bit but its fun for what it does, but i think there's an issue that plagues the npcs and its just how they focus on one thing. That's not all of them of course but some of them like alissa who's her whole thing is that she sings and how shy she is about it, and it honestly gets tiresome sometimes. of course with the sheer amount of npcs i don't expect all of them to be complex but i expected more from her, i think i stopped when i was about to get her 8 heart event and honestly i don't remember most of her heart event because they're that dull.

Now. the forest. Don't get me started on the forest

There's a difference between "oh this place is hard maybe i should come prepared" and "this is bullshit", and the forest is bullshit. Everytime i need to do something and it has to do with the forest i roll my eyes because i just know I'll suffer even when im prepared. i also encountered a bug where i told Marlon i lost my sword there and i payed for the fee and he never brought it back, i should've reloaded that day but im the type who just takes it so. Bye bye galaxy sword you'll be missed

But yeah other than that this mod is amazing, I'll have to play it again because the last time opened stardew was around January lmao, support the mod and the mod author