#it is rushed but filled with love

[fishperday]

day 4 - 2cute2poot

[flowery-laser-blasts]

Thank you @miss-doodle-jester for reminding me to have lunch every now and then uwu"

[cuntmand]

this was kinda the worst episode out of the entire series tbh simply because of the pacing. i liked the episode, but it was all over the place. they tried to tie in all the lose ends in 50 minutes, and that just wasn’t possible. louis being imprisoned, then released, losing his mind, recovering, AND burning down the theater and killing santiago, all in the span of like 5 minutes, the whole louis/lestat/armand scene, daniel exposing armand, loumand divorcing (that was so underwhelming, esp after 2x05, like, i needed these bitches to have a proper verbal argument, i needed them to be AT EACH OTHER’S THROATS), armand turning daniel (offscreen, cause they didn’t have time to get into all that, cause like… no way it was that simple lol there were too many devil’s minion hints throughout both seasons), louis flying to nola, reuniting with lestat (they have far too long and complex a history for it to be resolved so quickly, it would’ve been far more meaningful had it been done right), daniel publishing his book (compiling, writing, editing, publishing it AND selling 4-5 million copies must have taken a lot of time, so time jump, i guess?)… just by typing this out, it’s too much, way too much to cover in a single episode. the hectic pace left me unsatisfied and it also left a lot of room for plot holes (no more unreliable narrators now, cause the interview is done). idk i think they really should’ve split this into two episodes, at least. one of the things that i really admired about this show was the pace. in season 1, they managed to cover 3 decades in the span of only 7 episodes, while simultaneously showing us what was happening in dubai in 2022, and it never felt rushed. season 2’s pacing was still amazing and satisfying, up until this episode. idk man… i hope this doesn’t happen again, cause it really left a bitter taste in my mouth, and it was the finale, so my expectations were high.

[theworldisabrokenbonebutitishome]

The wonderful Guardian Bingo Fest mods put 'lollipops' on my card and my brain went 'ah yes let's be as weird as possible about this'.

Bonus photo for anyone risking pressing on a read more on one of my posts. You're safe from me rambling for once.

Zhao Yunlan has company now! ☺️

[pear-island]

suddenly remembered hfr is gonna be turning a year old in like a couple days

[rotisseries]

I'm so unbelievably susceptible to the famous secret relationship trope it's unreal actually

[number-1-kuaidul-fanboy]

CURRY CURRY CURRY CURRY

[phe-purple-parade]

Child me feeling excited:

*inhale* SQUEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAALLL!!!!!!

Adult me stimming out excitement:

squeak! ... squeak! ........squawk.... squeak >:) .......... *inhale* *voiceless squealing & bilabial fricative sounds*

[theloveinc]

caitie!!! may i ask abt timeskip kats 🥹🥹

Sel🥺 my sweet angel 🥺 my blueberry pancake with chocolate drizzle 🥺 my root beer float 🥺 yes, anything, and thank you!!!!

MY TIMESKIP KATS........ Let's see... this........... LMFAO is ancient. Not super ancient, as in...... I've written most of it within the last few months, but ancient as in I originally started it in.......... 2022? Maybe? and ended up shelving it because I got some heat for talking about some major age gap DC I wanted to write and then had this grouped in with it.

It's really as simple as it sounds, I can't lie. A quirk sends Bakugo from the future back to a younger/current you!!!!!!!!!!! And it turns out, as he reveals, that you're married (even if you barely even know him, currently)!!!!!! And yes....... that means you have to fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!😱😱😱

But honestly what's most interesting about it, is... I think it's going to be the longest smut piece I've ever written AND the best smut I've ever written, as adding to it feels like sewing some very intricate embroidery. So not only am I'm very impressed by my writing of it (hence why it's taking me so long).... I'm also just genuinely excited to keep working on it.

Here's your snip:

[fiendir]

help. I started my day out with watching a Warframe lore video and now I can't stop thinking about how wonderfully fucked up the whole so far story is. help.

[qvid-pro-qvo]

Macheresin, where we have a role reversal of coyote going into g-loc. Like the entire dagger Squad watches as Jake gets reamed out by Javy for refusing treatment, and it ends up with them screaming their feelings for each other in front of everybody and their mother.

maverick’s on the radar, and jake finds his teeth grinding.

“we need this guy off our ass,” he mutters, but phoenix’s voice is clear in his helmet.

“we keep going. finish the mission.”

so they do. they follow the path, they swerve and juke and spin. inversion, laser goes dead, so jake fires. misses.

“goddammit,” he snaps, and feels his rage fuel his flying, feels the incline go a little too steep, feels his chest start to cave in.

and that’s when it all goes south.

jake’s eyes are staring into the sun, and yet everything goes black. he fights and he fights and he fights but soon it just doesn’t matter. his hands go slack on the stick, and then his body goes limp, and the last thing he hears before he’s out is maverick’s voice chirping away.

one beat. two beat. three beat.

pull up, pull up! pull up, pull up! pull up, pull up!

“hangman! c’mon, hangman! hangman!”

suddenly a flood of colors, of his senses, of ringing in his ears. his eyes go wide, he sees the mountain, and with the reflexes that only training and skill can manage, he pulls up. straightens out. his heart is pounding and his eyes are still blurry, and as he gasps for breath he hears phoenix’s voice, then bob’s, then mav’s, and then the voices become words.

“hangman? you all right?” maverick asks. there’s worry, fear, all of it.

“i’m — i’m good,” he coughs out. tries not to think about anything but landing this thing. if his hands shake, he can’t afford to notice. “i’m good, guys. let’s go home.”

—

he repeats it all the way home, and soon it’s the only thing he can say. good. good. fine. thanks. everyone asks, even the people who never gave a shit before. he supposes it could’ve been any of them, but it was him, and the embarrassment chokes his airway just as good as the g-force did.

so he nods and brushes off any concern, and he’s halfway to telling the nurse sent to fetch him that he’s just fine when the storm comes rolling in behind him.

“hangman.”

jake knows that voice. almost missed it in the air, when he came back to himself. but he doesn’t turn to face javy, just smiles sweetly at the woman before him.

“i’m all right. i’ll nod off early tonight, promise.”

“hangman,” javy repeats, but the nurse looks half to breaking.

“you really should be kept under observation,” she tells him, and she sounds solemn. concerned. it makes his teeth grind. “i at least need some vitals.”

jake doesn’t think that’s a good idea. he’s sure his heart rate alone would warrant a hospital visit he doesn’t need. “i’m fine,” he says, again, like he’s done over and over until he’s blue in the face —

“jake.”

this time it’s not just javy’s voice, it’s his hand. he’s whirled around, so quick he’s dizzy with it, and when his vision clears there’s an expression on his best friend���s features he can’t quite read. unfamiliar territory.

“coyote,” he says, flashing a too-sharp grin. he almost misses the way the nurse reaches for his arm with a cuff in her grip because he’s so focused on his front. but his body jerks away from her, toward machado, almost falling into him. “hey, watch it, i’m not staying.”

“like hell you’re not,” javy says fiercely, and then he’s grabbing the cuff himself. “you’re getting looked at.”

the look is still there. jake concludes it must be anger, because his brows are so furrowed he sees every line between them. has the urge to rub them away.

“javy,” he says again, keeps his smile to make it somewhat convincing. “get the stick out your ass. i’m okay. i flew back home. with a perfect landing, if i do say so myself.”

but if anything, it seems to make javy more furious. his jaw sets, twitches, and jake feels guilt, that embarrassment rise up in his chest, makes his cheeks flush with it.

“don’t play with me, jake.” the tone offers no place for argument. “you’re not going anywhere until a doctor signs you out, and that’s —“

“what? an order?” jake snaps, because he feels so small. compared to a mountain, he’s a bug on a windshield. “fuck off, okay? i’m perfectly capable of handling this mission, i’m not letting them baby me —“

“baby you?! you almost died, jake!”

javy’s voice cracks with it, shatters, takes jake’s heart along with it. there are looks from everyone milling about, and they’re not being subtle about anything. but jake sees no one else in the room. and then that looks reads so much clearer, because now jake can see every line, every furrow, every worry.

every fear.

it’s fear, in his best friend’s eyes. fear he caused.

he feels sick.

“you almost died,” javy repeats. gentler. but jake thinks in that moment, that javy must feel small, too, because while jake was a bug in flight, javy was a million miles away on the ground. “i almost — i almost lost you, you realize that? i was seconds from hearing you crash-land, and all i could think was that i was losing you and i couldn’t get in a plane fast enough to save you.”

“javy,” jake whispers, nausea swirling in his gut. his eyes must be shining, just like the man in front of him. “javy, i made it back. okay?

“but you almost didn’t. and i couldn’t do anything but listen, jake, you get that? i couldn’t do a damn thing. so please, i’m asking, hell, i’m begging you, let them make sure you’re all right.”

it’s then that javy grabs his hand. he’s ready to drag jake where he needs to go. against his will, god forbid. it’s then that he looks jake in his eyes, fear plain on his face, written all of it.

something more, between the lines.

“i can’t lose you,” javy tells him. “not like that. never like that.”

their hands are still interlocked. the grip is so tight, he knows he’ll feel it even after javy lets go.

but he doesn’t want javy to let go.

“okay,” jake finally says. glances to the cuff still in javy’s other hand. “okay. fine. but — but you put it on.”

javy’s gaze drifts past him, jake’s sure to the nurse. and she must nod, or something, because javy’s using one hand to wrap the thing around his upper arm, the hand still in his grip pulling him to the couch so they can sit side by side.

the nurse takes his vitals. declares his blood pressure is through the roof, his heart rate is way too high. “i do have to recommend observation to the doctors,” she tells them. “for one night, settle your system.”

and jake wants to rebel, wants to fight it, but javy’s look haunts him. that fear, that pain.

“okay,” he says quietly. “one night.”

it’s clear javy’s relieved. he’s finally smiling, almost triumphant. but their hands still haven’t dropped from each other, and as the nurse calls in her findings jake squeezes his fingers to pull his gaze back to him.

“please stay,” he asks his best friend, his closest companion, the only person he’s loved like this. “i can’t — i can’t lose you either.”

it’s a big ask. a night away from a bed, a night of bad sleep and shittier food than normal. but javy doesn’t hesitate.

“i’m not going anywhere.”

[alchemiclee]

I hope someone writes a good fic about the high cloud quintet with all the messy pieces of lore we have because i'm very unsatisfied with what we got and I want MORE OF THEM. don't know why i'm so obsessed with this tragic group of friends but 😭 IM SO FEELINGS ABOUT THEM but also empty because they didn't satisfy me with what they gave us lmao I require more. but that was the end and i'll never get more....unless someone writes a great fic about them.....!

[krusedull]

i swear, i'm 🤏🏼 this close

... to shoving my bachelor thesis aside to write a paper about Hazbin Hotel.

i just have so many thoughts about this cunt of a show (affectionate), and i can't do it properly unless it's written on an academic level.

[tunapesto]

cryinf over sanrio anime couple you guys will neverbbekeieve

[unusualshrimp]

hey sorry i can't come to work today im thinking about the various implications of zombie horror and the way it affects people

[shivunin]

Ooook, what about [ WAIT ] for Salshira and Cullen?

[WAIT] from this prompt list. Thank you so much for the prompt!

During the day, the Inquisitor spent much of her time in motion: she practiced with Vivienne or Dorian, adjusting her techniques to coordinate with theirs. She spoke with the members of her Inner Circle and various other figures in the castle, checked on her horse, visited the undercroft, met with visitors, and sometimes, when she was lucky, she carved out enough time to visit the man she loved. 

Salshira jogged up the steps now, grinning at a young messenger as they passed each other on the stairs. The girl, who reminded Salshira painfully of herself when she’d been young, smiled tentatively back and continued down the stairs in a rush, her ears pink to the tips. Salshira laughed quietly to herself—because she’d have done the same at that age—and quickly combed her fingers through her hair before swinging open the door to Cullen’s office. She had a meeting in under fifteen minutes now, but perhaps he could take a moment to step onto the ramparts. 

Her hopes were dashed almost immediately upon opening the door, for the Commander was hunched over his desk, speaking rapidly to a pair of messengers. The first was scribbling furiously on her writing board, while the second leafed through reports and added them to the stack of pages already on his desk. 

“—cannot forget to check the area for signs of predatory wildlife this time,” he was saying, a frown etched between his brows, “It’s of vital importance that they settle in quickly and begin to search for the remaining encampments. Convey this in strong language.”

“Yes, Ser,” the messenger said, still writing quickly, “Is there anything else?”

“Not in this message,” he said, setting a page aside and lifting another, “Dismissed.” 

“Ser,” the second messenger said, holding out another sheaf of pages. Cullen sighed and reached for them without looking. 

Best not to interrupt, Salshira supposed. Anyway, she’d better make her way to the meeting room for the sake of poor Josie’s heart rate before she was late. Rather than turn around, Salshira headed for the door to the left, which would lead to Solas’s rotunda and the great hall. Before she’d taken three steps, she felt the pressure of a hand wrapped around her wrist. 

“Hold,” Cullen said, and gave the messenger an apologetic look. 

The dwarven woman sighed, rolling her eyes upward, and turned to face the corner. As soon as she started shuffling through her pages again, Cullen tugged Salshira closer and pressed a kiss to the knuckles of the hand he held. 

“I don’t have time to step away,” he murmured, running a thumb over her knuckles, “When are you finished today?” 

Salshira thought for a moment, twisting her mouth to one side. 

“Not until after dinner, I’m afraid,” she told him, “But I could pretend to be sick again. Or—oh! Horribly offended. That one is usually pretty funny, especially with the Orlesians.”

Cullen smiled faintly, but shook his head. 

“I’ll be here until I sleep,” he said, “Find me when you’re done?”

It might have been an instruction, but it was a request instead. She smiled at Cullen and squeezed his hand more tightly when he would have let her go. It was easy enough to use her grip as leverage to step forward and kiss his jaw—the most they really had time for right now—and he huffed when she pulled away. 

“When I’m done,” she agreed. Neither of them let go until her steps took her too close to the door outside and they couldn’t keep the contact any longer. 

The Commander was talking again before the door swung shut behind her. Salshira lifted her hand, ran a thumb over her knuckles, and smiled faintly for nobody at all.