#it's one of those shows you want to watch again just to try to analyse what the actual fuck was going through creator's minds

[katya-goncharov]

i just watched the new bbc famous five adaptation, and it's one of those shows that's absolutely terrible but in a really iconic entertaining way. it's so tonally weird and i have no idea why any of the decisions were made. i'm fascinated

[sayuri-of-the-valley]

On how Crowley and Aziraphale felt during the kiss (but mainly Crowley here):

Ok so first, the main idea for this huge meta is that a LOT of us noticed how the music from the kiss scene is similar to the nebula one, right?

Second, a lot of us also correctly noticed the parallels between the kiss and how it was to taste food for the first time for Aziraphale: bc of his reactions, the hand on lips, the similar way MS acted both scenes, the little inhale etc. So how was it for Crowley?

Aziraphale's reaction to the kiss is practically a puzzle to solve on its own, so it's fun to analyse it, but basically, in a few words, Aziraphale kissed Crowley and he discovered he was physically starving for him, longing for him, yearning for him, for his kiss, and he had no idea. Just like with the ox. And now he needs to gorge himself in him but he can't. Great amazing heartbreaking chef's kiss someone give MS an Emmy.

But there's already so much amazing meta out there about Aziraphale x Ox ribs x The Kiss that I want to focus on Crowley here, and on the music.

So back to the music. The song in "Before the Beginning" and the song that plays during The Kiss (I Forgive You + Don't Bother) are so similar. They're not *exactly* the same, but they're totally reminiscent of each other. The viewer is immediately reminded of those chords that played in the opening scene. It's no coincidence that the fandom was talking about this fact only minutes after first watching those final fifteen minutes. This is an obvious intentional choice for storytelling reasons (David Arnold is a genius).

I have no expertise whatsoever when it comes to music, so I asked our friend @otsanda to see if that made sense and not only it does and she explained it, but she also uncovered so much more hidden meaning in all of it (musicians are amazing), so check out her meta about the music that not only serves as evidence to what I'm proposing here but it also has so much more juicy information in it 💖.

Back to the point: WHY thought? Why choose a similar song? Why intentionally COMPOSE a similar song for that moment?

Hear me out. WHAT IF, by reminding the audience of the creation of the nebula, they meant to convey to us that, for Crowley, kissing Aziraphale gave him the same feeling that creating his stars did?

THAT'S what the music is telling us. THAT'S why it makes us remember "Before the Beginning". It may sound cheesy, but Crowley may have literally seen stars when he kissed Aziraphale. He couldn't react accordingly (just like Aziraphale couldn't), bc it was an overwhelming and extremely sad moment (the music is also telling us that) for both of them. They knew it was ending . They were both having a moment of huge revelation that was fated to not come to completion. Crowley was right, it was too late.

It makes sense to show Crowley's feelings through the music, bc he was the one who started the kiss, and also he was wearing sunglasses in that scene, it's different from a character like Aziraphale that has all his million expressions for everyone to see at all times. And they've been doing this ever since s1 with the Queen songs that play in his car or in the background.

So my point is: the same song being used there makes me wonder if kissing Aziraphale finally gave him what he lost. His purpose. What Aziraphale was trying to give back to him by taking him back to heaven. There's no need for Heaven. Just kiss him, Aziraphale, and there he'll find the stars you want to give back to him. There you will one day see that smile on his face you saw Before The Beginning. Neil Gaiman and David Arnold I am in your walls 😭

This is what may lead us to see this happiness in Crowley again (not the action of kissing itself, of course, but what it represents to their relationship, them being together, them being an Us).

As @otsanda said: from the music we can interpret that that moment was a Revelation for them. Almost a religious experience. Crowley found his purpose again. What he'd been missing the whole season (or even his whole life since the Fall, but we've seen him especially depressed this season).

I'm not even getting into the poetry of how one can interpret the parallel to the angel's reaction to the kiss as carnal, and the demon's as religious; that would be another whole essay but let's just agree that it's incredibly beautiful. (Let me be clear that I mean here Aziraphale's reaction is carnal specifically for Crowley, and Crowley's is religious specifically for Aziraphale, not religious as in "worshipping god")

"Do you ever wonder what's the point?" Crowley asked in s2e1. The point, for him, is Aziraphale (if you've seen The Good Place you know what I mean). I hope he figured this out with that kiss, even as heartbreaking as it was. Even if it was a (temporary) separation kiss. (I hope Aziraphale figures this out with time too, that he's more than enough to make Crowley happy, that Crowley doesn't need Heaven, or stars, that Crowley needs him.)

Maybe that's why Crowley didn't leave and kept waiting outside until the very last moment.

Aziraphale and Crowley both bit the apple at the end of s2. There's no turning back from that Knowledge now.

Edit: I just have to add here this brilliant colour analysis of the nebula scene by @halemerry. And it's pointed out that during the nebula formation there's a moment when it looks like two people embracing. And the fact that a similar song is used in the actual Kiss scene I just... I have no words

[sturnioz]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MAKE A PART 2 OF THE FRATBOY CHRIS X SHY READER ANGST PRETTY PLEASERE (ily btw)

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after going home that night, you were almost positive that you were never going to see chris again.

you took every precaution possible to avoid him ─ parking your car far from campus, you deliberately chose the longest routes to your classes, and in the hallways you kept your head down, pretending to be focussed on your phone while your heart raced at the thought of crossing paths.

you deleted pictures on your phone, even blocked his number and his socials, determined to erase him from your life. the idea of him posting pictures with another girl twisted your stomach in uncomfortable knots, leaving you feeling utterly miserable.

during your time alone, you began to realise just how dull your life actually was without chris. sure, frat parties had never been your scene, but you used to enjoy being tucked against his side, watching him in his element ─ dealing, taking drugs, and drinking with his frat brothers before he took you into his bedroom where you spent the night.

and then there were the midnight food runs when the munchies hit, him bringing you along to the nearest 24-hour store and buying all your favourite treats and snacks which you shared.

but that was gone now, you were sure of it. you were never going to experience those moments with him again.

until he opened your bedroom door one night while your were episodes deep into one of your favourite rewatchable series. your heart raced and your eyes widened in disbelief, nearly dropping your cup of water that you've been sipping. you hastily place it on the bedside table, pausing your show mid-scene.

you stammer, confusion flooding your voice. "what.. what are you─"

"your uh, your mom let me in," chris cuts you off with a reply, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him, the soft click echoing in the stillness.

you weren't a bad daughter, but you couldn't help but curse your mother out in your head for allowing chris inside the house. she's always had a soft spot for him, drawn to his charm and charisma, even if she didn't know him like you did.

"jus' wanna talk to you, alright? 'cos you leavin' like you did... yeah, it doesn't sit well with me ─ got this..." chris pauses as he prods his chest with his two fingers, his expression a mix of frustration and slight vulnerability. "here. got me feelin' this weird shit and ─ and i can't take it, alright? so jus'... jus' talk to me. use that fuckin' mouth of yours and talk. 'cos i must've done somethin' right?"

you sit in silence, your heart racing as you stare at him from your position on the bed, lips curling into a frown.

the sight of him stirs a whirlwind on emotions in you ─ hurt, anger, longing. you don't want to talk to him; you don't want to bring up the painful memories of his cruel words that still, undoubtedly, echo in your mind. you knew that confronting him would only remind you that he wanted nothing to do with you, but you also understand that conversation is important... even if it felt like a trap to you.

"i... heard you," you finally admit, your voice barely above a whisper. you chew the skin of your cheek, your gaze dropping to your lap, unable to meet his intense stare.

"heard me what, kid?" he presses, his tone blunt, yet you sense a hint of curiosity lurking beneath the surface. his directness catches you off guard, and you feel the room closing in around you.

he leans back against the door, arms crossed over his chest. the posture is defensive, and you can feel the weight of his gaze pressing down on you, analysing every twitch of your expression, searching for any sign of what you're thinking. it's unnerving, and you shift uncomfortably, feeling exposed.

you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "i heard you say that you want nothing to do with me," you confess, the words tasting bitter on your tongue as the tears begin to brim in your eyes. "you're so... so cruel, chris."

chris' expression shifts a little, "you uh, you heard that?" he runs a hand through his messy hair, tongue prodding at his cheek, frustration evident in his movements. "jesus, kid, i ─ i didn't mean it like that, alright? i jus'... you think i wanna hurt you? huh?"

"then why did you say it?" your voice cracks, a mix of hurt and confusion spilling out.

"i didn't mean it," he repeats again, his voice rough around the edges, but there's a sincerity that catches you a little off guard. he pushes himself off the door, taking a few steps towards you, closing the distance between you. "look at me, kid. i didn't mean it... you ─ you listen t'me, okay? jus' listen for a sec."

you finally lift your head, meeting his gaze, and you can see the struggle in his eyes. the air is thick between you both as he sits down at the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.

"i..." chris exhales deeply through his nose, visibly struggling with his words. "what we have ─ this shit between us? it.. it's new f'me, okay? and ─ and i'm not the type to get all romantic and relationship-like, you know that. but i get this weird fuckin' shit in my chest whenever i'm with you, and i'm tryin' to figure out how this all works, yeah? i'm not... i'm not used to this."

you continue watching him in silence, your heart racing as you stare at him. the vulnerability in his expression surprises you.

"when i said that shit, about how i want nothin' to do with you? that was jus' to get him off my back, s'all ─ 'cos he kept goin' on and on, and it was pissin' me off and i needed him to shut the fuck up," chris explains to you. "i... i shouldn't have said it, alright? and ─ and i'm... i'm sorry, yeah? i'm sorry."

his apology hangs in the air, and you can see the seriousness etched on his face. the weight of his words settles over you, and you feel the walls around your heart begin to crack. the raw honesty in his voice makes you reconsider everything.

"didn't mean to hurt you, kid," chris adds, his tone softer than usual. "don't know how to handle everythin'. it scares the shit outta me, y'know?"

you nod slowly, "i... i get it," you reply, frowning softly. "but i don't know if i can trust you."

chris' jaw clenches for a moment, the muscles ticking rhythmically as he processes your words. "yeah, well, gonna have to try 'cos uh, i can't let you walk away like that again... yeah, s'not happenin'."

he clears his throat, scrunching his nose as he sniffs, and the familiar gesture brings a slight smile to your lips despite the heaviness of the moment.

"now wipe your face 'n scoot over, told your mom m'stayin' the night."

© STURNIOZ

authors note. writing fratboy!chris so vulnerable and soft is WEIRD EEE this isnt my fratboy!chris !!! bring back the pain !!!! (hope you like it tho anon i did this for you)

[purerae]

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YANDERE!HERO  X GN!READER // PT1

warnings ;; stalking, obsessive behaviour, overall yandere themes 

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˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who's known for his extreme bravery and bright personality! he’s what makes the city feels safe with a big smile on his face! What's not to love? ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who always makes time for his fans, signing autographs, taking pictures… what a nice hero <3 ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who spots you plummeting from a crumbling building mid-battle between a major villain he has been fighting for a while, heart skipping a beat at the thought of somebody in danger. He swoops in, catching you in his arms, expecting panic or even shock from the city's favourite hero saving you? —but you’re calm…? almost bored…? ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who’s used to hearing screams of terror or even joy when he rescues people, but when you look up at him with those indifferent eyes, it throws him off. Why aren’t you scared? Why aren’t being you grateful? The lack of fear intrigues him. ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who can’t help but feel a strange pull towards you as you brush off his dramatic rescue with a simple, 'Thanks.' No fanfare, no wide-eyed admiration—just a casual acknowledgment, like he’s done nothing special. ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who can’t stop staring at you after he sets you down safely, his usual bright smile faltering for just a moment. He’s confused, frustrated even—how could you be so indifferent to him, of all people? ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who accidentally lets the villain slip from his grasp again because he was too busy thinking about the person who didn’t even react to him, seeks you out, desperate for another interaction. He’s not used to being dismissed so easily—he needs to understand why you’re not affected by his charm like everyone else. ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who’s usually surrounded by adoring fans, but now all he can think about is you—the one person who didn’t seem to care. He’s never met anyone like you before, and now he’s hooked. ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who starts to see your indifference as a challenge, something to overcome. He’s determined to break through that cool exterior and make you see him the way everyone else does—no, more than everyone else does. ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who, after that first meeting, finds himself obsessing over you. He watches you from a distance, trying to understand why you didn’t react to him like everyone else. Your mystery is irresistible, and suddenly you’re all he can think about. ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who keeps running into you ‘by chance.’  He’s not used to people being so unimpressed with him, so he casually strikes up conversations, trying to draw you in. “Hey hey!  how are you doing after that very scary fall? ” (It's been like a month, why does he still remember you..) ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who starts off with small talk, asking about your day, your interests, all while flashing that charming smile. But he’s secretly analysing every word you say, trying to figure out what makes you tick.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who only memorises the things you like because he deeply cares about every single citizen in the city!! it’s not because he thinks you’re cool and wants your approval…definitely not..!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who offers to walk you home one evening, using the excuse that it’s dangerous out there with all the recent villain attacks. You shrug and agree, not realising he’s already planned this route to spend more time with you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who, after getting to know you a bit more, starts to subtly insert himself into your life. He’ll show up at your favourite café, claim he was just doing his neighbourhood watch, and invite you to join him for coffee. How could you refuse?

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who gradually becomes a constant presence in your life, always so charming, so attentive. You start to look forward to seeing him, not realising that every step you take closer to him is one he’s carefully orchestrated.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO  who never misses a chance to remind you how special you are to him. You're always on his mind, even when he's saving the city! <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who always makes sure you’re watching when he defeats a villain. The victory is sweeter when he knows you’re looking at his strength and bravery. Hes cool right?! The best hero, right???

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who leaves little gifts at your doorstep, each one more extravagant than the last. It’s his job to make people happy, especially you!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who keeps tabs on your daily routine. He’s just so concerned about your safety! Knowing where you are at all times is his way of showing how much he cares.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO  who’s always there at the right time, whether it’s saving you from danger or just catching you when you trip… how did he manage to be right by your house when you fell? 'Don’t ask questions silly, you’re lucky he was there to protect you <3'

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO  who subtly influences your decisions, steering you away from places or people he doesn’t approve of. “It’s for your own good,” I mean he’s a world loved hero, he must be right, right? ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO  who dedicates every victory, every heroic deed, to you. “You’re my inspiration,” he says with that signature wide grin. ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who casually mentions your name in interviews, saying how much you inspire him to be better. His fans might think it’s cute, but it’s actually his way of claiming you in front of the whole world. (even if you guys aren’t dating yet) ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO  who feels a surge of satisfaction when you start to seek him out, whether it’s for help, advice, or just to chat. He’s finally becoming that important figure in your life, just as he planned. And now that he’s in, he’ll never let you go. He’ll be your hero, he’ll save you.

"Don't tell anybody, but you're my favourite citizen to look after~"

purerae<3

[brailsthesmolgurl]

WARDROBE MALFUNCTION!

A smol bird requested for this to be written and so here I am, playing fairy godmother! If any of you have any sort of requests, just drop me a dm as I am revived from my death and ready to write more delulus as your solulus!

Context: What happens when your outfit decides NOT to cooperate with you? What will the boys do for you?

Disclaimer: This one-shot is created with me studying their lore on various websites and social media so that I could get a better idea on what colours they like/represent and what style they lean towards. Some of you may disagree but its okay! You can read it as it is and add in your own imagery of a suitable outfit by your hubbies! Warnings: Fluff that might rot your brains.

RAFAYEL

"I am almost done with this piece," Rafayel spoke, eyes still glued to his canvas, one hand holding up his messily stained colour palette, while the other held the brush as he drew strokes across the canvas. "Why don't you go and get changed as you wait for me to finish off this bit, yeah?"

"Yes sir." You quirkily replied and you stood up, spotting him sending you a teasing look given the way you addressed him. Earlier on, some strangers had came by Rafayel's mansion with Thomas to deliver some clothes. Apparently, these clothes are custom made by those luxurious brands specifically for Rafayel. Thomas addressed it as this was one of the ways the luxury brands show their support towards Rafayel's works. ONE OF THE WAYS... At this point, you are convinced that Rafayel is a huge deal and having luxurious brands begging on their knees to work with him sounded like a dream that would never come true to you.

The dress that sat on the bed was delivered for you as well, as per Rafayel's request. There was objection amongst the team that were handling the sponsorship and ambassador deals for the brand. But Rafayel spoke through the phone like he owns the company. "If she does not get a gown, then our business ends. Right now." He hung up abruptly, and the next thing he knew, the dress showed up at his door in less than 30 minutes.

Any brands, regardless luxurious or not, knows the right way and only way to please Rafayel. One wrong move and you are off the chart and some other brand may easily replace you. Hence, nobody dares to mess with Rafayel. Except for you. "The dress on the bed is yours!" He shouted from the living room and you picked up the dress.

The chiffon textured dress is of a forest green colour, going all the way down to your ankles. The strapless design made you gulped as you are not used to outfits of this measure, given the nature of your work, whereas your attire has to be 'appropriate for work in times of need'. Touching the inner material, you sighed in relief as you realised that there was bra padding for you hence you do not have to go all the way out to get a new bra just for this event.

Putting on the dress and zipping it up was easy, and you fit almost perfectly into the dress. The keyword being ALMOST. As you lifted your hands up, the dress started sliding down like it is a floatie on a wet water slide and woop, off it went and onto the ground. You panicked, bending down in one fell swoop and trying to gather the dress so that you can pull it up to your chest again.

But it does not let you go past the waist area unless you unzip it. Groaning, you struggled to find the zip as the dress is really puffy and you did not want to ruin the designer dress. "Is everything okay?" Rafayel stood at the doorway, leaning against the side of his door, as he watched you with amusement written all over his face. He has been standing there for quite a while hasn't he?

You gasped, pulling whatever that is on the floor to cover your chest area and he walked over, analysing the dress and scowling when he found out the reason. "I should have gotten them to measure you instead of just bringing you a standard fit." He took his phone out of his pocket and tapped on the screen a couple of times. His eyes looked back at you and you bit your lip in embarassment. "Your curves are way too beautiful to be hidden amongst this pile of leaves."

His comment made you giggled. Guess he has the same thought as you. "Toss the dress aside darling, I will get you a new one." Another few taps of the finger, he shows you the dress he has in mind. A purple dress with extravagant sleeves, puffing out like how a jellyfish would and you instantaneously knew why he opted for this dress. "I like purple better anyways."

"But wait Rafayel... this dress is not entirely scrap, maybe I can sew a temporary knot on it to tighten the top so it won't fall off. And there is really no need for you to get another custom one for me as we are running out of time." Your suggestion made him stare at you, purple-blue pupils blown wide as if he has really just witnessed a shark eating grass. iykyk.

He walked over and grabbed you by your waist and pulled you close to him, so close that you could hear the sound of his heart against yours. But at this moment, maybe he could hear yours louder than his. "Nobody can put a price on your love for me. EVER. But, I can sure as hell throw out any price on anyone, regardless the amount, as a representation of how much you worth to me." You looked away immediately, eyes stared at the arms that were holding you in place. He kissed your forehead, chuckling, before he pressed his phone against his ear. "Now, let's see who can make this dress for the price I am willing to pay in 30 minutes time." he makes me feel something

ZAYNE

You waited on a bench in front of Akso Hospital. You figured it would be a great idea to wait for Zayne as he finishes work early today and you might be able to grab dinner with him. You were mindlessly scrolling through your phone, looking through your daily for-you-page before a shadow loomed over you. You looked up and no doubt, it is Zayne aka the great and almightly Elsa.

"How long have you been sitting here?" He asked you, before handing you a candy that he had fished out from the pocket of his trench coat. "I was planning to meet you slightly later at your condo." The thought of him initially wanting to surprise you made your heart fluttered. You see, Zayne is a more upfront guy so having him to plan surprises are one of the uncalled scenarios.

"I had only been here for a couple of minutes." You lied, taking the candy out of his palm and unwrapped it before you tossed it into your mouth. The raise of his eyebrow towards you made your breath hitched as he knew you too well that you could not lie to him in his face. "Fine, I had waited here since 5pm." This made Zayne looked down at his wrist watch.

"So it's been an hour and 15 minutes?" He side eyed you and you admitted it by nodding your head. "Next time, it would be better if you were to just wait for me at home. If it wasn't for a full deck today at the hospital, I might just be covering shifts for other people and that might be inconvenient for you." But, he himself actually noticed you exactly an hour and 15 minutes, from his office's window, before his upcoming surgery. He had another three surgeries lined up for the night, but fearing that you may end up waiting the whole night for him, he decided to cancel his schedule for the night and transfer the case to other doctors. Even workaholics take a break. iykyk

"But I just wanted to come over to check up on you. I even chose to sit outside so that you would not be distracted as you are working." You pouted, hands picking at the hem of your shirt. You felt Zayne's hand landed on the top of your head, a gesture of love and comfort. He patted and smoothed your brunette strands back and you stared up at him. "I shall wait for you at home next time okay?"

"Now that's a good girl." killmeplease Zayne smiled warmly. "Now, lets get you back alright? My car is parked right by the road side. Come on." Hands around your waist, he slowly walked you over to his car. The smell of his cologne lingered on your nose, the smell of mint and dashes of cinnamon. Just like his personality, icy as mint but warm and welcoming as cinnamon once you get to know him.

He opened the car door for you and as you walked over to get into the car, your shirt got hooked against one of the metal wires that went astray from the metal fencing and the next thing you heard was the sound of a ripping cloth. You yelped as you stumbled and Zayne slotted himself right in front of you, shocked as well and using his body to block you from falling further. "Oh my..." Your cursed under your breath as your hands were against his washboard abs, steadying yourself. doublekill

He guided you into the car slowly before getting into the driver side himself. When he had started the car and turned on the air conditioning, he turned to look at you. "How bad is the rip?" He asked and you lifted the hem of your shirt, showing the rip that is around 4cm long.

"Why does this have to happen to one of my favourite shirt?" You frowned, fingers won't stop touching and fidgeting with the ripped edge.

"Do they still sell this shirt?" Zayne asked, hands reaching over to tug against the shirt, as if to examine the material of the outfit. The shake of your head made him sigh and he gestured to the glovebox. "Open the glovebox and take out the black pouch please."

You did as you were told and you watched in confusion as he took off his trench coat and placed it onto your lap. The coat still radiating warmth that was collected off of his body heat. He opened the black pouch and laid it flat on the arm rest of his car, and inside of the pouch was an array of threads and needles. "Are these suture needles?"

"Yes." His response was prompt. "Take off your shirt and hand it to me please." He requested and you gulped. Using the trench coat to block his view, you slowly took off your shirt and then wrapped his trench coat around your whole front. You knew that he had probably seen many naked bodies given his line of work but something about this scenario, with you being with him only in a car, felt very intimate and it made you very anxious. "You know how to sew?"

"I am a doctor, I know how to suture. And it is the same concept as sewing, but only with different kinds of needles and threads." He then started sewing, his concentration a trait you find admirable. It did not took him long when he finished sewing your shirt and he handed it back to you, the thread sewed on has gaps of equal length and was tied off neatly. As expected of one of the top doctors from Akso Hospital. As he started driving, he added. "Although I had managed to sew the shirt for you, I believe with my connections, I would be just as capable to find you the same shirt. Then, you would never have to complain about this being your only favourite shirt."

XAVIER

You were going about your day in your own house before you heard your doorbell ringing. You placed your bowl of cereal down and took a glance on the clock on your phone. Who dares to threaten your peaceful weekend? You went over to the door and you opened it to reveal your blond hair lover. "Xavier?" You asked, eyebrows furrowed when he smiled at you.

"Good morning, I see someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He teased and stepped in, holding out a parcel for your. "I believe this belongs to you?" The small rip at the top side of your parcel indicated that he probably took a peek on what's inside. Acknowledging the parcel, you took it off of his hands and you blushed, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind your ear.

"Good morning to you too. I guess I might have accidentally wrote your level instead of mine." You bit your bottom lip and you heard him chuckle in return. "But thanks for coming down to deliver this to me when you could have just asked me to get it from you." "But I wanted to see you personally. And seeing the clothes that are in the parcel, I thought I could get to watch you try them on too." His blunt answer made you stare at him like a mad man. His blue eyes however, glinted with nothing but honesty. This guy may be mysterious but he sure is straightforward in stating what he has on his mind. He probably noticed the way you reacted and he took a step back, retracing his words and slightly coughing to ease the awkwardness. "I mean, I would like to see you trying out these new outfits that you had gotten for yourself. It would be a good past time for me."

You chuckled at how goofy this guy is and gestured towards him to go and sit at the couch. You went into the room to get yourself changed and it was as if today is your fashion show day. You strutted out in different outfits, layered against one another and watched the way Xavier would react to you, either fascinated, or straight down confused. There was even this one time, he would just have a blank expression where you wore an oversized shirt under your tshirt. Clothing trends on the streets nowadays baffles him and he wondered if he was the one that was left out from the fashion ring.

Your last outfit featured you in a semi see through tank top and a pair of cargo pants. Not to mention, the tank top seemed to be too small for you as the way the blond boy sees it, it was holding onto your figure for dear life and barely leaving anything more to one's imagination. And the thought itself ticked him off. When you looked over towards Xavier, he does not look surprised nor confused, but rather bland. "What do you think?" Your tone came off to be amused and you did a twirl in front of him before you took a seat right next to him.

Xavier anxiously gulped and looked away from you, his voice low as he muttered. "I don't think this outfit looks nice on you, girlfriend." The way he shifted in his seat made you cornered him against the couch even more, wanting a better explanation. "The top you are wearing. I don't like it."

"And why so?" You asked, looking down at your top and adjusting it. "This is the trend nowadays, they call it the Y2K trend I think. And this tank top was on sale, so I just got it."

"I can buy you some other clothes. Even the ones that are not going to be on sale." He retorted, eyeing the tank top you were wearing with an underlying anger. "I just don't think I would like to see you wearing this in public. It is too revealing, and I guess tight on your body."

His answer painted your cheeks red and you gasped. What were you thinking? Of course you had forgotten about his possesive nature. He does not show it much and having such a pretty boy face like him further disconnects the word 'possessive' from his character. He reached into his hoodie's front pocket and pulled out his phone, opening up an app and handed the phone to you. When you refused to take it, he lifted his torso off of the couch to 'force' you to take his phone. Just like how you had previously pressed your body against him, this is his turn to take his small and sweet revenge. You panicked as he closed the gap between you two and within the next minute, he was pressed against you, one of his hand at the side of your head and another still holding his phone up to you, his gaze intense. "Just choose whatever you want from my phone, my card information is all in there. And perhaps before you check out, you can let me double check on the outfits you are getting." He low-key demanded before he explained himself for such a decision. "I just don't like nor want people staring wrongfully at what I treasure the most."

Another fluff for another day. I already did my best in having to think of different wardrobe malfunctions as I did not want one theme of wardrobe malfunction to be stagnant across the whole story for all three of the boys. SO I hope you would understand my lovelies. :,) I am very very free so I will be posting more regularly for these few weeks. SO please do show me more love and support as that would aid me in my motivation in writing!

Do check out my other works as well!

HOW WOULD THE BOYS REACT TO YOU FORGETTING ABOUT YOUR DATE?

DAMNATION

Hope your Delulu is satisfied my lovelies <3

[shepscapades]

*rotates dbhc!Xisuma and Doc in my head*

I'm sorry but I absolutely lose my mind over them ( I have literally no one who I could ramble about this to and I need to get it out). I want to analyse stuff, so let me just:

*breathes in*

It's visible that they are good friends and have been since the time when Doc deviated, research partners doing... research? Or whatever researchers do *shrugs*.

But there's one thing to it, X created Doc and most of other androids. He understands what is deviation because Doc explained it to him but his friend is still an android after all. We also know that X always calls Doc "Docm" but in previous comic he calls him "Doc" and it is stated that it's the first time he ever called him that. In which moment he calls him that? In the moment when he realises that Doc is more human than android now, I may be delusional about this all but I just feel like: the moment when he sees Etho overpower Doc, shove him and break him and stuff, Xisuma sees that Doc isn't a fearless machine but a someone, a human, he got overpowered by Etho and suffered consequences, he felt fear like a human not a machine. Also he lost his arm because he was trying to stop Etho from hurting X as we see in the second part of the comic, which only adds to that. So, this is the moment where X fully realises that he means something to Doc, not as a creator, but as a friend, and that's why for the rest of the comic he constantly makes sure if his partner is alright by talking to him, glancing at him. You know stuff. He grew closer and closer to Doc as time passed and I think this was the climax - the moment he called Docm77 "Doc".

While Doc is doing the most stoic stuff ever and trying not to self destruct and stuff, he cares about X too, very much even, he's protective towards him and shows it by jumping into danger he could have avoided [ Etho attacked X because he's an admin and probably knows where's Grian - Etho wants to hunt down this pesky bird for killing Bdubs] just so his partner won't get hurt how sweet <3 RIP arm you will be remembered...

Anyways I feel like they should talk about stuff and maybe cuddle and maybe I don't know LIVE?? NOT DIE??

Yeah, I think that I don't even need to explain for how long they've been spinning in my head.

Also wanted to thank you so much for so many kind words on my fanart !! I'm glad I can make someone happy with my cheap, old drawing tablet and some self taught skills lol sorry for flooding your ask-box again so so sorry but those comics make me go AWOOGA holy shift, and also DOC AND X CONTENT !! They are so underrated that you almost can't find anything good relating to them as a duo! [personally I think they're great, just two dudes that do things together and care for eachother <3]

So, yep. Prepare yourself for things like that after every new part comes out I WILL make memes and I WILL analyse block men.... sorry not sorry :)

[how to get me into an AU- tutorial: Xisumavoid must be in it- the end]

WE ARE ROTATING THEM. WE ARE WATCHING THEM ROTATE!!!!! you freaking GET me

(THERE ARE SOME INTERESTING THOUGHTS HAPPENING HERE!!!! None of which I’ll confirm but Eye Emoji :3 I love love love these theories they make me so happy ehehehehehe)

(ALSO YOU’RE SO WELCOME!!! That art made my day fr LMAO I love and appreciate it so much!!! <3)

[reduxulousoctopus]

X-Men '97, Post-Episode 7, ~2500 words Morpherine established relationship, missing scene (unless the show actually does explore what happened during that fight, in which case boy is there egg on my face).

I follow established show canon by referring to Morph as he/him in diegetic works (fanfic and fan art) and they/them in non-diegetic works (my episode analyses and reblogs), because that's the stupidest option and, like Morph, I am also an enby with a terrible sense of humor.

Now come watch me struggle to write two whole lines of dialogue for one of my favorite characters in the series, Beast, because Me Too Stupid to Write Smart Talk Good.

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“You wanna explain what the hell happened back there?”

Although he considers pretending he didn’t hear the question, Morph reluctantly glances across the center aisle of the Blackbird to see Logan glaring back at him with an expression as hard as the adamantium underneath it. Although it’s a look he’s seen plenty of times before as an innocent bystander, Morph has only been the target of that glare on a handful of occasions. Usually when he’s severely fucked something up. Or when Logan is completely out-of-his-mind, cuckoo-bananas worried about him.

Morph suspects that this time, it’s a little Column A, a little Column B.

A wiser person might realize they were in a hole and stop digging; Morph smirks and asks, “What, the Summers Family Reunion? Well, you see, when a man and the clone of his wife love each other very much…” Morph chuckles. “By the way, this might be a bit creepy to say as one of his honorary uncles, but Baby Nathan grew up to be a serious hottie—emphasis on serious.”

No laugh. Okay, maybe that wasn’t his best material, but not even a lip twitch? Logan must be pissed.

Morph sighs and slouches in his seat. God, he doesn’t want to talk about this right now. Or maybe ever. He can feel his throat literally closing up to stop the words from coming out.

When enough time has passed that what little patience Logan had left in the tap completely runs dry, he goes right for the jugular: “I thought you were dead. Again.”

Morph winces.

“I saw that… ‘Trask Sentinel’ blow your goddamn head off. Then, next thing I know, you’re up and walkin’ around like nothing happened.”

“Not that you’re complaining, right?” Morph asks with a weak attempt at a laugh. “You know what they say about gift horses. Although, you’d think the lesson from the Trojan War would be that you should look gift horses in the mouth.”

From the seat behind him, Morph hears: “Although it’s a common misconception, that phrase actually has nothing to do with the Trojan Horse. The proverbial ‘gift horse’ is a literal, living horse, and to look it in the mouth—”

“With all those books you read,” Logan grumbles, “I thought at least one of them would've taught you it's rude to eavesdrop.”

“It would be difficult not to overhear, given the two of you are speaking quite loudly in a confined space while surrounded by people,” Beast points out. “Have you considered that this perhaps isn’t the best venue for a private conversation?”

“He is a super-genius. We’d better listen to him,” Morph tells Logan. “We’ll talk later, okay big guy?”

The stubborn set of that heavy jaw says Logan knows damn well ‘later’ means ‘never,’ and he isn’t gonna let Morph weasel out of this that easy. “If you ever want me to let you off this plane, you’ll talk now.”

“Let me?” Morph scoffs. He transforms into Quicksilver, puts on his best smug speedster grin, and says, “Just try and stop me, slowpoke.”

To his shock, Logan actually flinches. It’s a subtle thing, Morph might not have even noticed if he didn’t know Logan so well. The cause eludes him, however—until Morph remembers that he looked like Maximoff when the Thrask Sentinel… when everything went dark and quiet for a few seconds.

Funny. There was a time when Morph, blinded by youthful naivety and hero-worship, would have insisted Wolverine wasn’t afraid of anything.

Returning to his default form, Morph mutters out an apology. He tries to imagine what it would be like to see Logan die, only for him to get up a few seconds later and act like nothing happened. With that healing factor of his, they’ve gotten damned close to that exact scenario more than a few times.

How much worse would it feel, if Logan had kept his quick-healing abilities secret and Morph had to find out the hard way?

Morph takes a breath, looks out the window at the black clouds rushing by, and starts from the beginning.

“You know how most of us don’t know we’re mutants until we hit puberty, and our powers manifest? Well… I didn’t have to wait that long. Problem is, since I was just a baby, I had no idea how to control my powers—no more than a normal baby is born knowing how to walk or talk.

He holds out his hands with his palms cupped together to form a shallow, makeshift bowl.

“When I was born, I looked like a wriggling lump of white clay, about yay-big. No arms or legs, no face, no ears, no eyes. Just a mouth that would appear somewhere on my body whenever I was hungry or wanted to cry.”

Whatever Logan was expecting to hear, from the look on his face, it clearly wasn’t that.

“But even at that tender age, someone clearly recognized my star potential. I was only two days old when I made my media debut: Severely Deformed MUTANT Born In Pittsburgh Hospital.” Morph shrugs. “Not the most positive review, I’ll admit, but you know what they say: all publicity is good publicity. After all, that’s how the professor found me.”

Logan’s frown returns, more confused than angry. “You told me you didn’t meet Xavier until you were thirteen—after your mom passed.”

“That’s when I moved to the Institute. Turns out we actually met quite a lot earlier than I remembered, which is pretty embarrassing. Ideally, you don’t want to meet your future high school principal, college instructor, mentor, and world famous civil rights leader while wearing a diaper. Even worse, I was wearing a diaper, too—and I told him, mister, one of us is going to have to go home and change his outfit and it sure isn’t going to be me.”

That gets him a smile and a huff of a laugh, which would be an encouraging sign if he didn’t know how the story ends.

“So Xavier talked to my parents, explained the whole ‘mutant thing.’ Dad wasn’t happy. Then again, I’m not sure he ever was. He would have been disappointed to have a girl—a sentient lump of polymorphic biomass was right out. Thankfully, Xavier was able to use his telepathy to coach me through my very first transformation. He showed me how to turn into a normal baby boy, who would eventually grow up to look like this.”

Morph transforms into his old default, the one he still uses whenever he wants to pass: pale (although not that pale) skin, brown eyes, brown hair, hooked nose, pointed chin, gaunt cheeks, arched brows. Not exactly Fabio, but it’s the face Logan used to know him by—the face he sometimes worries Logan might secretly still prefer.

“Then he put some psychic blocks in place to limit my powers to something a bit more… manageable. Don’t give me that look. It sounds shady, but the professor messing with my head was the only reason I got to have a normal, happy childhood with my parents. God only knows what would have happened otherwise—if I’d even be alive now.”

The worry and suspicion that appeared on Logan’s face at the mention of psychic tampering grudgingly fade away. “When did you find out?” he asks instead.

“A couple months after the professor… y’know,” Morph sighs. “I hacked his personal files. Since he wouldn’t be around anymore to help you recover your memories, I hoped that maybe I could find something small he overlooked, some clue that might give us an idea where to look next.”

Logan’s eyes widen and his mouth goes slightly slack. “Morph…”

“I didn’t find anything, before you get excited. Not about you, anyway. Sure found out a lot about myself, though—a lot more than I was bargaining for.”

“That’s when your default form changed,” Logan realizes.

“Yeah. It was kind of hard to think of this,” Morph replies, gesturing at the face of his human-passing form, “as my ‘real’ face after that. Not that my new look is any more real, of course.”

“Who else knows?”

“Other than our friends listening to this conversation right now?” Morph asks pointedly, causing an entire plane full of X-Men to each make their best attempt at looking busy. Nightcrawler’s method of peering thoughtfully at the radio controls with one hand on his chin is particularly masterful—Logan mentioned he used to perform in a circus, so it’s no wonder he’s got such a good instinct for stage-business. “I told Hank and Moira not long after I found out. Seemed like a bad idea to keep that information from my doctors. Especially when one of them is also my therapist.”

At receiving a glare from Logan, Beast develops a sudden and convenient fascination with the view through the Blackbird’s window.

“But you didn’t want anyone else to know.” Logan could accept that, even if he doesn’t like it. Nothing personal. A man’s business is man's business, after all—even for a not-quite-man like Morph.

Too bad it wouldn’t be the truth; no more ‘real’ than any face that Morph wears.

“I didn’t want you to know.”

Morph can handle Logan’s anger, no problem. That’s almost charming, after all these years. But it’s the flicker of hurt, just like that little flinch earlier, that really cuts him to the quick.

“Not because I don’t trust you, or want to keep things from you or anything, it’s just… I didn’t—I couldn’t—”

He sighs and looks away again. He transforms back into his new default: smooth white skin, mask-like face. Obviously inhuman.

Still a lot more human than he looked when he was born, though.

“So, yeah. That’s why I’ve apparently gained the ability to survive having my head blown off. It sure would have been handy to know that my organs were optional the last time a Sentinel put me down. Now, instead of being out of commission for two years I’ll never get back, I can just squish myself back together and keep on keepin’ on.”

Logan doesn’t respond, and slowly, the mutter of other conversations step in to fill the void. Morph stares at nothing, sick with nerves. It’s deeply unfair that he can still feel nauseous even though he doesn’t have a stomach anymore.

He would say it’s all in his head, but if he can survive without one, maybe he doesn’t have a brain, either.

Badum-tch.

Good line. Hopefully he’ll remember it after the existential horror wears off, in the brief window when things will be funny again before the heartbreak sinks in.

Because there’s dropping a bombshell on a relationship—then there’s dropping a fucking nuke.

Oh God. There isn’t going to be a window, is there?

“Morph. Look at me.”

Although he considers pretending he didn’t hear the command, Morph reluctantly glances across the center aisle of the Blackbird to see Logan looking back at him with an expression as soft as the heart he usually tries to hide.

“No matter what you look like, there’s one thing you’ve never been able to change,” Logan tells him. “That’s real enough for me.”

A wiser person might realize they were in a hole and stop digging; Morph can’t stop himself from opening his big stupid mouth. No wonder that was the one feature even Baby Morph knew to give himself. “There are more blocks Xavier left behind that I haven’t pushed through, yet. Maybe I’ll even figure out how to change my scent, someday.”

From the look on his face, Logan clearly hadn’t considered that possibility. Morph immediately wishes he could take it back, feeling like he’s just tarnished something sacred.

It’s always been strangely intimate, the way Logan can recognize him by scent alone. Even from the beginning, when Morph decided to pull a prank on the grumpy new recruit, only for Wolverine to sniff him out mere seconds into his planned routine—it was as if, like the Emperor’s New Clothes, he suddenly realized he had been naked the entire time.

Another, smarter shapeshifter might have avoided Logan after that; Morph couldn’t get enough.

One-sided pestering turned into an unlikely friendship, turned into friends-with-benefits, turned into… whatever they have now. That which dares not speak its name.

The thought of losing that connection, the idea that someday he may be able to change himself so thoroughly that even Logan won’t be able to recognize him anymore… It’s too awful. Cursed knowledge. Like learning about the solar cycle when he was a kid, and suddenly having the horrible realization: if even the sun is going to die someday, what makes him so sure Mom will get better?

Out of the corner of his eye, Morph sees Logan’s hand start to move, stop, then start again, reaching across the aisle towards him. For a insane, terrifying moment, he thinks Logan’s about to hold his hand, outing them in front of God, the other X-Men, and everybody—but of course, that enormous, rough mitt lands on his shoulder instead. Perfectly platonic, approved for all audiences by S&P.

Though they’re shooting through the air at supersonic speed, under the heavy weight of that hand, Morph feels rooted to stable ground. He closes his eyes and takes a few slow breaths he doesn’t actually need, with lungs he only has when he remembers to make himself some.

If there are any people left when the sun finally burns out in a few billion years, they’ll still be telling each other jokes as they go into that endless good night. Just think of the money we’ll save on sunscreen. Maybe, but you know the light-bulb companies are gonna take us to the cleaners. Ha ha, freeze frame, theme song, end credits.

Even as her body slowly wasted away under the combined onslaught of cancer and chemo, Mom always laughed at his jokes, no matter how many times she heard the one about the chicken who crossed the road. His most appreciative audience, to the very last curtain call.

The world is pretty fucking scary right now, and only getting scarier. Sinister. Genosha. Losing Gambit. Sentinels again, in all new and even more monstrous forms. Even worse: total war between humans and mutants looming over the horizon, shaking the ground with each step, getting closer and more inevitable every time someone mentions it, like a demon whose power grows every time you says its name.

But just because things are scary doesn’t mean the world's turning into a horror movie, and just because things are sad doesn’t make it a tragedy. Everyone gets to choose the genre of their life story—and Morph will always pick comedy.

He gives the hand on his shoulder a friendly pat, and uses the motion to disguise a slightly more-than-friendly squeeze. “I’m alright, just a little airsick. I think it’s making me maudlin.”

As he pulls his hand back, Logan frowns a little in confusion—he knows Morph is experienced enough in the air that he shouldn’t be getting nauseous over what are, for the Blackbird, barely above pleasure-cruise speeds.

“How unfair is that, by the way?” Morph asks. “I don’t even have a stomach right now.”

Logan chuckles. Nah, baby, don’t give it up for me that easy, Morph thinks, fighting a grin. You gotta make me work for it a little…

He needn’t have worried, though. When he does make it to the punchline, Logan laughs so hard that he snorts, the laugh-lines Morph has personally carved into that seemingly indestructible face creasing and growing deeper still. And as their friends who Definitely Weren’t Eavesdropping join in—even Rogue, so teary and congested that her laughs would sound like sobs if she wasn’t smiling—Morph knows all their attempts to hide their relationship have been for nothing, because there’s no way that all the love he feels for Logan in that moment isn’t writ large all over whichever face he's wearing right now.

That’s real enough for him.

[voidandabyssal]

Hello! How would an s/o that is almost half robot with the ability to control any type of media react to the star sanses and bad sanses (the s/o is really powerful like they can literally command anything related to internet to bend for their will)

Star sans I think is Dream, Blue and Ink, right? I only do four per ask so I’ll just do nightmare for the bad sanses!

Dream:

He’s very impressed

Dream is like 500yrs old so he probably doesn’t understand the internet but he understands how powerful you are

Being able to completely control and command a system that often times whole worlds will use to communicate with is not a weak power at all

Though Dream does encourage you to use it for good, (instead of trolling small children online or something)

He also tries to get you to show him how the internet works

That doesn’t end well, Dream is very sweet but he’s like someones old grandpa that doesn’t understand how the phone works

You keep having to reset his passwords for him😅

Blue:

“WOWIE THAT’S JUST LIKE THIS SUPERHERO SHOW I WATCHED”

Blue thinks you look really cool, all partial metal and exposed wires and such.

If your working with the star sanses then you even better remind him of the old comic books he used to read

Honestly he just loves seeing you in action

Getting to watch you defeat Nightmare with your abilities is amazing to watch

Blue alongside Dream, encourages you to keep your powers used for good

Though Blue might try and get you to prank his brother (Sorry Stretch! Bad internet for leaving those dirty socks!)

Ink:

Ink is practically vibrating with how excited he is

Honestly the first time you meet he’s practically jumping all over you just analysing your design

He really admires your creator for this! They really did a good job this time round

Ink also loves testing your powers, constantly pushing the boundaries, finding loopholes in your abilities

He has to stop and calm down a little or his vomit his paints up again😅

Ink doesn’t mind you messing with people so much as the other Star sanses do, just so ling as you aren’t derailing the storys

He also definitely finds peoples reactions funny.

Nightmare:

Appreciates the cold, hard exterior your metal frame gives you

The power, the defence, it all makes for a very strong soldier

Being that your half robot, it’s very likely that your emotions are a little dulled. Making it a little harder for you to feel positive or negative emotions

No matter, Nightmare has no issue with that. Just makes your relationship easier in his eyes

(It also means his negative aura will have a lesser impact on you, though he wont ever mention that. He wouldn’t want to look weak)

Less time wasted when you could be busy spreading negativity around the multiverse

Nightmare is also the only one who actively encourages you to hone your more harmful skills

Imagine the negativity caused by shutting down a hospital’s electricity…

You’re certainly his most prized weapon

[queenpinesofdomino]

You know why the conversation between Sally and Poseidon is so good and has us losing our shit?

Because of ✨context✨.

I feel like these days the majority of the scenarios don't show you the way the character feel but just the way that they act. Which sometimes those two things are different. Do you know where was the last time that a show showed us well written context behind actions and words? In that kiss scene in Good Omens.

The conversation between Sally and Poseidon is so amazing because it appears that it's just two parents talking about the future of their child, which it is, but it also turns into a conversation between a couple who still loves one another but for reasons can't be together.

Let me show you how I analysed this moment.

So here Poseidon is stating a fact. That Sally doesn't want to sent Percy away and she's responding truthfully that she doesn't. The context behind her multiple no's is :

No Im not ready to separate from him yet

No I don't like the idea of him being away from me

No I can't lose him yet because i feel it'll be like losing you again.

And now you'll say "where do you get the last one from pines?

From here.

"Tell me why" I believe has a double meaning as a sentence.

1 tell me why you can't lose him yet and get it out of your system

and

2 tell me you still love me and miss me

The way he said it with much longing and so strained, in my opinion, that I feel the context behind it is:

"Tell me why you can't lose him. Tell me that you see me in our son. Tell me you miss me because I can't tell you how I feel."

Thats why Sally says "you don't wanna hear why" and if you watch carefully youll see them chuckling a little.

She says "you don't wanna here because if I tell you we both know you'll drop everything and come to me and that can't happen."

I don't have the full subtitle here but Poseidon says

"but you have no one to say it to, and maybe that's the most unfair part of it"

Meaning you don't have any one else who understands what's like to raise a demigod and also you don't have any one else to lean on, to listen and comfort you when things get rough. And that's unfair because I want to be here for you.

And then he says the line that's literally my new roman empire

"YOU SAY IT AND I WILL LISTEN"

(screaming in a pillow)

Context "I will drop everything and come to you if you tell me to. You call me and I'll be here in seconds just like I did now"

I can't this is killing me..

Then we have Sally turning the subject again on Percy with the "I want him to know who he is, before your family tells him who they want him to be" only to counter it with

"he is better than that" and context wise I'm sure she says "you are also better than that. Than them."

I think that, because the camera points at Poseidon at than moment and the when Sally says " he has better things in him than that" she takes a little credit for her contribution into who Percy is, which honestly fuck yeah girly you deserve all the credit, and that's when the camera points at her.

Then Poseidon starts explaining her how the situation is going to be and how it'll be for both her and Percy and he finishes with this

Which also has me screaming and crying on the floor because so far is the closed he's got to look at her. So far he looks down or up front.

And he's so poud of her and I'm... I can't.... He loves her so much......

And because it's obviously a very sensitive sudject emotionally for Sally who's trying to move on or to focus on her child she changes the subject (kinda) again by asking Poseidon

And here we start seeing context purely for Poseidon

I can't post more pictures, but he turns and side looks at Percy and you can seeee that he's considering it very much. He almost says yes. It's so tempting and devastating for him. Only for Zeus to throw that thunder. At first i thought it was Poseidons thunder (as stormbringer) to represent his inner conflict but while I was waiting for it to be heard I noticed that it took to long and that his face didnt show resignation until after it struck. So I strongly believe that, that was Zeus warning him about interving.

And thus we reach the ending monologue where Poseidon states that when Percy is ready, as his mother sees fit he will be at his sons side supporting him as he very much wants.

I swear the context here is so good I'm gonna be thinking about it for days.

Now I'm gonna cry watching Sally/Poseidon edits on the clock up because I physically can't :')

[hearted-anon]

Helping with dieting!

Words: 2k Notes: Pre-debut team I love them, a lot of angst lately.. since @skznccmlee was waiting.. and @itzsana-kiddingmenow for ref! T/w: Depressing topics, restraints, intense with use of safeword Lee(s): Changbin, Felix Ler: Minho

Lee know watched solemnly at the pair in front of him, the frown growing more evident over time. The bunny wanted to treat Changbin and Felix to ice cream to cool their nerves down from the radiating heat of a come back, as well as reminisce their pre-debut days where they helped each other up from pitfalls to debut to the stars they were today, forever shining so bright.

However, it all went downfall the moment he noticed his sunshine's simply picking and stirring at the creamy goodness, never actually resorting to taking a bite of the sweet treat that eventually melted into a soup, practically begging to be eaten, or drank for that matter.. They all laid in a cuddle pile with the oldest in the middle, a movie flashing in front of them meant to bore them to sleep as the sleepover ticked by slower than ever, or so Minho thought watching the two poke and glance at their food.

"Why aren't you guys eating? Is it not good?" The rabbit mumbled, breaking the already awkward barrier automatically set between the trio, offering the smallest smile he could while analysing his sunshine babies that refused to eat what he thought was the most scrumptious ice cream he'd ever eat, now just blatantly ignored by the duo. Maybe he made the wrong choice, and that thought alone made his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach, hiding it through a warm smile, definitely not easily see through like glass to the duo.

"N-No...we're just on a diet.." Felix interrupted softly, as if afraid the oldest would nag at them. They both had recently developed a horrible habit of restricting anything they'd eat as a 'diet', feeling that they weren't muscular enough or not skinny enough to please their fans. Despite the multiple comments, letters and words said by stay and members to reassure them that they looked absolutely stunning and jaw-dropping just the way they look, it never worked. They would smile shyly and wave but continue the diet behind the scenes, eventually getting so bad their muscles prominently showed, which meant they was barely any fat at all...

Changbin only timidly nodded in agreement, the once loud rapper who wasn't afraid to showcase what he thought was right and wrong now shying away from the potential punishment the bunny might bring them. Minho only sighed, the duo didn't know how a sigh could sound so utterly disappointing and upset with their so called 'dieting' once again.

"You two aren't fat, what will take you to realise it?" Lee know scolds, not in the harsh way where you could feel the shame biting back at you from the dark, awaiting the waterworks to start, more alike to a gentle compliment that was harshly spat at them, trying to make them realise that they were genuinely fit and absolutely lovely just the way they were. The dwaekki and chick kept silent, neither of them said a word besides the dialogue that played in the pin-drop silence. This made Minho slightly frustrated, as much as he loved his precious 'children', he couldn't stand when they felt unsafe in their bodies, when in the rabbit's eyes he could stare for hours and not find one thing that was ugly.

"Y'know what, I can help with your dieting exercise, just sit on the bed." The oldest grumbled, releasing his hold reluctantly on his sunshines so they could move away to the comfort of his bed. The duo looked at the rabbit in confusion, but nonetheless complied. This just made Minho's heart squeeze tighter in guilt, noticing how overly excited those two were to exercise, they would do just about anything to lose a kilogram or two, it upset him more than it should've. Once Lee know saw Changbin and Felix resing comfortably onto his bed, he snatched the nearest sweater he had, tying their arms into one big lump and onto the headboard, like one cute big mistletoe under the tree, or his bed.

The two yelped in surprise, their arms fully outstretched to the oldest who loomed over them, arms poised mischievously into claws. On one hand, Felix babbled for mercy, shaking his head as the bunny came closer and closer to sit between his sunshine children, fingers wiggling right above their cute tummies. On the other, Changbin just made a feeble attempt to hide his face that bloomed a soft red when he realised how vulnerable he was, anticipation filled snickers leaving him when he watched those dreaded fingers right above him.

"How about this exercise, I give your bellies the attention and love they deserve until you admit that you are beautiful as you are, if not then suffer." Minho threatens, although it wasn't really much of a threat, more of a sneaky way to fulfil his ler mood and satisfy his frustration about how insecure his members were feeling. How was he not when his hands were right at their sides cosily and ready to attack, only held back by the fear they would choke on their ice cream if he did so.

Now he didn't have that worry, with their arms out of the way too!

"Wait wait wait h-hyung! You don't have to do this! PleaHAHAHAHA!" Felix pleaded just for Minho to slip his hand under the brownie boy's hoodie to worm a finger into his belly button, gently scratching along the inside which drove the poor chick up the wall in a few seconds. The angel twisted as much as he could next to Bin, cackling before tugging in a futile attempt to release his hands from the soft hoodie that bounded his arms useless.

Changbin watched the boy get wrecked next to him in pieces, tearing his eyes away from being too flustered to watch. It didn't help that he knew he was soon, or next, only adding to his anticipation as he tried to squirm away to the side to hide his own belly.

"Now where do you think you're going, my bunny?" Minho tutted, feigning horror when he saw the rapper try to move away from the scene, who stared back wide eyed when he was caught red handed. He gulped at the tone, shaking his head when he was flipped back over to show off that adorable tummy his members adored to tickle and love so much, knowing he was going to get it worse for trying to escape.

"You're going to get it for trying to skip exercise, so be prepared~" Minho whispered into the rapper's ear, basking in how it turned red before shoving his head under Binnie's hoodie along with his other hand, blowing agonisingly long raspberries right above his navel while the other massaged and kneaded at the soft dough of his stomach. Changbin let out one of the loudest squeals he could before cackles of his own tumbled from his mouth uncontrollably, thrashing to try and get his hyung's teasing fingers and lips away from his sensitive body.

Yongbok wasn't fairing too well either, squeaking and shrieking his head off as Minho swirled, scratched, and poked delicately into his belly button, the gentle tickles enough to send him into overdrive, even Minho himself was surprised on how well being soft worked, compared to poor Changbin that was falling apart of being tickled so roughly.

"HYUHUHUNG! NOHO RASPBERRIES! PLEHEHEHASE!"

"I CAHAHAHAN'T! NOHO MORE!"

The evil bunny absolutely relished in the hysterics he was hearing, letting up on Changbin's sensitive navel for a moment to speak and breathe, but he didn't want Bin just giggling sweetly as much as he loved it, he wanted him cackling. So while Lee know regained his breath, he resorted to burying his fluffy hair into the rapper's navel as much as he could, also tickling the area around it. Although the feather like hair didn't really fit, it drove Changbin ballistic anyway, shrieking before dissolving into snorts and hysterics once more, his dimple very much prominent on those red cheeks.

"C'mon, you know what to do to make it stop..." Minho taunted, leaving Changbin's poor belly alone at last, leaving the rapper panting and giggling with the hand that still scribbled along his belly gently. He gazed at the brownie boy for a moment, admiring how his eyes were squeezed shut and tearing up in mirth, trying to no avail to avoid the finger seemingly stuck into his belly button.

Too bad they both didn't say what was needed for it to stop.

The bunny this time went under Felix's hoodie, attaching his lips right below his navel, dangerously close to his v-line. The angel let out a squeal loud enough to be considered an alarm shouting through the dorms, tears slipping down his cheeks as he felt the terrible raspberries being blown on such a sensitive spot. To make matters worse, Minho eventually got bored at that area, settling for placing a raspberry right onto his abs, one for each pack, and slowly repeating the process with the longest raspberries Yongbok could swear he had. The brownie boy went limp from the rough tickles, moving in agitated motions before finally giving in.

"OKAHAHAY! I-I'M BEAUTIFUHUHUL! HYUHUHUNG! STAHAHA-" Felix squeals out before it all went out, his throat begging for mercy as his laughter turned silent, the entirety of his cheeks to his ears and then his neck painted into a beautiful bright red with splashes of his tears. The bunny let up with a chuckle, not untying him yet but letting him go as he finally focused on the dwaekki who was giggling his head away.

"Haven't given in yet, bunny?" Minho coos at the way Changbin's ears burn red, knowing now all the attention was on him. And seeing how Felix was panting and gasping for air greedily beside him, he knew his fate was sealed.

"Hyuhuhung! P-Plehehease! NohoHOHOAHAHA!" Changbin was sent into another round of hysterics when Minho slipped under the rapper's hoodie again with those dreaded fingers, blowing loud and terrifyingly long raspberries back onto his already tortured navel, how regretful he was to be an idol with friends that had such large lung capacity. Maybe he wouldn't have gave in, but when those long, tickling nails found their way to the pudge of his tummy, squeezing and kneading it?

Changbin squealed louder than ever, shaking his head as tears of mirth streamed down his cheeks, trembling from the absolute torture he was suffering through. He thrashed, arched his back, anything, but his arms wouldn't budge from above his head as his mind went blank, only knowing: "It tickles it tickles OH GOD IT TICKLES!" before it went fuzzy, he knew there wasn't long before silent laughter hit and he'd be forced to endure if he didn't say it, he was doomed either way.

"OH MY GAHAHAHD! OKAHAY! I-I'M BEAUTIFUHUHUL! NOHO MOHOHORE!" Just like that, everything stopped, the oldest smiling down fondly at the 'exercise' he helped his members with, now painted in blush with beautiful tear stains down their cheeks to their hoodie collars, not to mention those wide, dazed smiles with drooping eyes. The bunny could've practically screamed and buried them in hours of affection, which is what he did besides the screaming, he wasn't that crazy. Maybe he was, but he wasn't going to show that.

Untying his sunshine children, he pulled them back in for a long, long cuddle and nap, cooing when they pouted and whined in response to the oldest being so affectionate to them after what they had been through, but falling asleep promptly anyway as the credits for the movie rolled in.

Safe to say that 'exercise' worked, Changlix now fully back into game with eating full meals along with sweet desserts that put wide smiles on their faces, but probably mostly because the members were now eyeing them like hunters to their prey each time they frowned, wiggling fingers too close for comfort to their bellies, making them shy away and giggle.

And that advice was stored away until the next time the duo were caught on such bad habits again.

[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC Part 16 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

Hey guys, listen it's gonna get happy soon, hehe, maybe. Oh god I just keep writing sad stuff. I swear I am so happy and funny in real life! I just like to dump all of my feelings and sadness onto Emily, cause then it isn't my problem but hers and she's not real so... my problems aren't real. OK! ahahah. Also I am so so so so sorry for this is the slowest slow burn of all time, if you are here for romance I am totally sorry. I just want them to kiss, but then it isn't the right time, like idk if I make them get together while she is just going through it. Plus I feel so mean for Don he always helps her and he's just fine. IDK ahhh a lot going on up in my brain. Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @xxluckystrike (let me know if anyone else wants to be on the tag list 🥰, totally understand if you don't, this is the most depressing story and if you're having a good day I'm sure it will ruin it.)

Emily stands from her crouched position, striding over to the Nazi soldier. She stands over his body, tilting her head to analyse the dead man. But she doesn’t see a man nor a human. She sees filth. Pig scum who was a waste of space and air. She kicks his leg hard, but he stares up at the sky. Emily bends down picking up the gun slung across his body, she yanks it free. She checks the ammo, seeing the gun is still full, she scavenges over the body taking his magazine. She stands tall walking to where the assault happens, she strolls past her own men who yell at her to take cover. They look at each other confused, wondering why the medic is holding a German gun and walking straight into fire. She spots a group of German soldiers who take cover behind a hay bale. Her finger squeezes the trigger spraying the men in fire. She watches as they fall like dominos. She moves to where they were, firing more shots into the bodies to ensure they are dead. A round fires near her all missing, she scoffs, turning her attention to where the shots came from. Emily picks up her gun, shooting the men down one by one. She marches over to where they were stationed. One man that she had missed scrambles back from her, she notes he looks young, like the boy who’s blood covered her face and chest. She pins the boy to the floor, getting in his face.

“This is for them!” She snarls as she pulls the pistol from her pocket. 

She gets up from the now lifeless body picking up her discarded semi-automatic weapon, continuing on her warpath. She walks back out into the opening as if taunting the men to shoot. She stands with dead eyes, her hair loose from the vigorous movement, blowing across her face. Her men stampede either side of her, taking the advantage she just created for them. She tosses her now empty gun to the side but still grips her pistol tightly. A firm grip lands on her shoulder. She doesn’t hesitate, whipping around, she aims the gun right at the man's head. Familiar eyes locking onto hers.

I hold the pistol right between Malarkey’s eyes, the tang of blood on my tongue and the stench of copper on my clothes. I exhale shakily, eyes frantically darting around. 

“Em, you’re ok!” Malarkey grips the barrel moving it down from his face. 

I step back, dropping the gun to the ground. I take in my hands tacky with blood, I go to wipe them on my front but the green uniform is stained red. Tears spring to my eyes, my heart pounds in my ears. What happened? I look again at my hands, they shake as I recollect the scene that just unfolded. I killed those men. I killed a young boy. I caused the life to leave from his eyes. I shake my head, frantically trying to wipe the blood from my hands, it won’t leave my skin. I drop to my knees tearing at my clothes trying to find my canteen. I pull it from my belt pouring the water over my hands, I desperately rub them together to wash away the stains. I grab at my button’s needing to get the smell that permeates in my nose off my body. I shake violently, unable to unfasten the buttons. “Help me!” I beg Malarkey who watches me with a sympathetic look on his face. He kneels in front of me, undoing my shirt, he helps me to pull it off. I touch my fingers to my face, finding more blood. I pour water from my canteen onto my hand rubbing the liquid into my face. I sob as I wash. Snot mixing in with the blood and tears. I tear at my skin not feeling clean enough. My wrists are grasped. 

“Em, please stop, you’re hurting yourself!” Malakey begs me. I gasp for air in between sobs. 

“What did I do?” I choke out. Malarkey and I kneel in the open field as he holds my wrists. The sound of gunshots slowly dissipating. He shakes his head, unable to find the words to tell me, not knowing how to put what he saw. 

“I killed those men?” I ask, not believing my blurry memories. 

“Em you weren’t yourself.” Malarkey tries to explain. I wasn’t there, felt like I was pushed back into my mind and I lost all control. Like falling asleep. 

“I murdered those people, Don. This is their blood. I… killed them.” I hyperventilate, shaking my head. Trying to rid my mind of the images that flash behind my eyelids. I gag, retching the contents of my stomach onto the ground. Don watches, sitting helplessly in front of me. “I can’t, I can’t.” I muffle my screams behind my hand. I curl over myself. Pressing my head to the ground. I grip at the grass underneath, hoping that something will help my world stop spinning. I dig my nails into the ground tearing at the earth. I sob uncontrollably, choking on my own breaths. I have never felt this pain in my life. Like my soul is being torn from me. Like everything is being ripped from my body. Unbearable. I wail. Unconsolable.

“EM!” Don pleads with me. He moves to my side, raising me from my hunched position on the ground. He presses me into him, my chest against his. His hands in my hair, pressing my face into his neck. I sob still. His hands rub circles on my back, soothing my hair down. Don rocks us. 

“Em this is not your fault. Shhh you’re alright.” He coos in my ear. I hiccup, the cries easing from my throat. I feel the tears still sliding down my face, pooling on his shirt. I grip at him, Don stops my world spinning. I hold on for dear life, worried he could slip away if I loosen my grip. 

“I’m so sorry.” I whisper, into the air. I send it out into the universe.

“I’m so sorry.” I see the men's faces, cold and still. Young men, lives ahead of them, I took it. Their chance to live. I took their opportunities. I took a mother’s son, a sibling, a friend. I can’t justify my actions, there was no rationale, no means. I took advantage of the hatred I held and turned it against them. They were following orders, just like our men, just like me. I was the one out of line, I did not follow my orders. I look up at Don, his eyes meet mine. No disappointment in his face, just sorrow. The other men come back, the assault is over. We need to keep moving to Noville. If we sit out in the open we make ourselves more vulnerable. I hear crunching footsteps approach us. 

“Let’s get moving.” Lip says to Don. I move to get up but Don holds me close. I look up at him, I nod my head, showing him I’m fine. He lets me go, I move to stand. I shudder looking at my clothes. I lift my head trying to distract myself. I still feel the blood coating my skin. I just want to get somewhere I can change. We walk in silence, Don close to my side. We hang back from the rest of the men. I’m ashamed, I don’t want them to see me like this, covered in blood. That is a normal state for me but this feels different, this blood was not shed from a wound I was trying to fix. It was shed from maleficence, my malice, my hatred. Lip walks in front of us, casting his glance back every so often to make sure I’m still there. I can’t read his expression, but I know he is disappointed, all of the men will be. 

We set up camp in one of the houses on the outskirts of town. By the time we reach it night has fallen. I wait outside by myself asking Don to go and get me a new uniform, I don’t want to be paraded through the house in my blood soaked clothes and skin. 

He re-emerges out of the house holding clean clothes for me.

“There is a stream not too far away, would you want to go wash there?” Don asks, I nod. There were no showers or places for me to wash here. I would take a cold stream over anything else. I followed behind him, he still held my clothes for me. We used a small torch to light our way. We didn’t talk on our journey, but it was short, we arrived at the stream soon enough. Snow covered the ground but thankfully the stream hadn’t frozen over due to the running water through it. He placed my clothes on a rock.

“I will wait for you up on the bank.” He said and left. I stripped down to my underwear, untying my hair from its bun. I took off my shoes and socks last. My feet burning from the cold underneath my soles. I stepped tentatively into the stream, gasping at the coldness. I walked further in the water coming to my waist. It was freezing, my breathing quickened due to how cold it was. I took a deep breath and sank beneath the water. I didn’t stay under long, my urge to gasp from the cold forcing me to resurface again. My teeth chattered but I persisted. I scrubbed my skin from the dried blood. I washed my face, my hair, and my hands. Washing away all of the bloodshed I'd caused. I didn’t realise it but I was sobbing as I washed. I slipped under the water again, my body now more used to the cold. It was quiet under the surface, muffled and muted from the outside world. My heavy bones felt light floating in the water. But I couldn’t hold my breath forever, I needed to surface at some point and face the world again. That felt all too real. I broke the surface, gulping in air. My body was numb by this point from the cold. I needed to get changed before I got too cold. I stood moving back to the edge, walking out, I dried myself with the towel that Don had brought for me. He was always so thoughtful, and I had pushed him away. Guess I didn’t learn my lesson last time. Luckily I couldn’t push him away so easily, we were in the same company, I had to see him everyday. I got dressed quickly, making my way back up to where Don waited for me. A soft smile formed on his lips seeing me clean again. He opened his mouth to say something but I walked into his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into me. He stayed quiet but wrapped his arms around my back squeezing me. 

“I’m so sorry, Don.” I whispered into his neck, “I was being selfish. I pushed you away. But I don’t want to be apart from you.” Tears ran down my cheeks as we held each other still. “I want to remember them with you. I don’t want to forget them.” His hand rubbed up and down my back. 

“We will remember them, Em. Those guys will be with us forever.” He said softly into my hair. He knew exactly how to comfort me. I pulled back to smile at him, his thumb brushing away the tears on my cheeks. 

“As long as you have me, we won’t forget. And you can’t get rid of me that easily.” He grinned at me, making me laugh tearily. 

“I don’t want to get rid of you.” I shook my head. “I’ve decided to keep you, for as long as I can.” He grinned at me nodding his head. 

We made our way back to the house. The building was warm due to all the bodies packed into it. I was ready to crash, I had been running on fumes for days. The quiet chatter died when we walked back into the house, I was very aware of all of the eyes watching me. I walked closer to Don trying to hide behind him, but it was no use. I looked down at my feet as we walked, finally making it to where Don had saved a spot for us on the floor. What were they thinking? They had all seen it happen, so surely they all knew about it. Did they hate me now? See me as a monster? I bit my lip nervously, thoughts swirling in my head. Don’s warm hand landed on top of mine, he gave me a reassuring smile. I nodded not needing to speak, we both knew what we were saying without words. 

“Do you mind?” Malarkey said loudly turning to the group of men, they all looked away from us, their chatter resuming. I laid down, resting my head on my bag, he pulled the blanket over the both of us, resting beside me.        

“Tomorrow will be easier.” He squeezed my hand before rolling over away from me. I fell asleep not long after. Tomorrow will be easier.  

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Chapter 17

[serfergs]

A brief defense of a Boss & a Babe

So I’ve never added commentary like this before (usually prefer to sit back and enjoy the hot takes 🔥 & analyses from those much more informed & eloquent), but from what I’ve seen the consensus is ABAB is at the least disappointing and at the most infuriating. And I won’t lie I didn’t vibe with the first episode. But I’ve now watched the second and I’ve got thoughts (and feelings). To preface I had very little expectations going in. This is my first ForceBook experience & I didn’t really care for the premise or trailer, but thought I’d give it a try. And it’s not only more entertaining than I expected, but also kinda…deep? In this essay i wil-

Just kidding I’m def going to bullet point this ish. Plz forgive my awful formatting idk what I’m doing

Boss is relatable. I read him as introverted and depressed (maybe from a break up and/or homophobic trauma?). It’s already hard to make friends as an adult when you’re introverted so I can only imagine how hard it is to make friends with coworkers who are clearly trying to keep their distance from you. My guy is lonely. Especially when they’re telling the new guy how cold & distant you are. My head cannon is nobody in the office is a reliable narrator because no one has bothered to GET TO KNOW boss/gun.

I didn’t like Cher at first because I read him as a silly kinda ditzy character, but I was wrong. I kinda love that he’s not afraid to show his concern for boss because that’s exactly what boss needs. Someone to cross the professional line and say “hey I know you’re not ok and I wanna be there for you”. Fuck professionalism in this rat race of a world, you need a friend. Maybe there are some problematic ethics at play, but it’s a BL ok there are plenty of other plots I hold a suspension of disbelief for so honestly not too far fetched imo

Even though they kissed in episode 2, I feel like the emotional build up of their relationship will be more of a slow burn and I love how realistic that is. I truly believe these two characters are both physically attracted to each other and want to have an emotional connection. I love the ForceBook chemistry. It’s both fun-flirty but also very affectionate. The way Cher is kind of sarcastic and silly to try & cheer up Boss reminds me of my relationship with my partner so maybe I am a little biased but their connection feels very realistic to me

About the kiss. I loved it. It was flirty, it was intimate and it made sense for the moment. Maybe I’m wrong but I don’t think Cher invited Boss up to his room to seduce him. I think he offered a warm, welcoming place to spend time after Boss told him he usually works late and then goes home alone. Cher knows how lonely Boss is and his genuine concern for him is so sweet. From inviting him up for noodles to inviting him to BBQ to meet his friends (and normalize having queer friends) is just so damn considerate & touching. Cher really seems to have the truest of intentions & I think I would be his real life bestie cheering him & boss on the sidelines, seriously. Maybe I’m problematic lmao

Did I mention I love we got a kiss in episode 2? I’m out here manifesting the break in the typical episode 5/6 kiss especially for these office BLs. Again it’s way more realistic for them to kiss each other at this point in their relationship & for the tone of the show. Sometimes I think a good timed kiss is way more impactful than a dramatic emotional yearning kiss 5 episodes in but maybe that’s just me. More playful, sweet early kisses plz & thank you 🙏🏻

I’m excited for more. Haven’t seen episode 3 yet as of this writing. Fingers crossed their relationship continues to be a sweet, supportive slow burn and not a dumpster fire so I don’t regret writing my first ever BL analysis 🤪

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

Drunk II

Author's note: Ok, I actually had this chapter going a completely different way but kind of got caught up in the vibes so let me know what you think! Warning: swearing, bit of smut, angst, douchebag ex

You take a deep breath as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. You hate that when you look at yourself, all you see is flaws. Your skin isn’t good enough, your nose isn’t thin enough, your lips aren’t big enough, your body shape is wrong, your eyes are pretty enough. Sometimes when you look at your reflection, all you want to do is cry. You grimace and look away in disgust. You know why you feel this way. You never thought about any of those things until your ex pointed them out, subtly over your 2 year relationship. He never made you feel beautiful, not once. 

You sink down on the couch and stare at the news playing in the background. You’re not really taking anything in, you’re just watching the screen shift between stories and reporters. The bathroom door opens and your heart skips a literal beat. You hold your breath and refuse to release it until you hear his bedroom door open. You feel bad that you snuck out in the early hours of the morning but you were so mortified by what happened, that you couldn’t face Colson right away. You can’t deny it was the best sex of your life but you were drunk and he’s your roommate for fuck sake. Not only that but you were so shamed by the fact that he saw you naked, flaws and all is just too much for you to handle at this very delicate stage of single life.

You haven’t been with anyone since your ex and the two of you broke up over 6 months ago. You try and convince yourself that it’s because you ‘want to focus on you’ for a little while but the truth is, you met your ex in college, you were friends for a while until eventually you fell into something else and somehow became a couple. You left college, got jobs, moved in together and then everything kind of imploded when you woke up one day and realised you were miserable and he was glad you felt that way. Any time you showed any ounce of confidence or self-esteem, he squished it down with a criticism or a look that said ‘really? Are you sure you want to act like that?’.

“I think we should talk,” Colson murmurs, stepping into the living room and pulling you from your thoughts.

He’s dressed casually in a pair of dark grey sweats and a black t-shirt but fuck is he sex on legs. His hair is damp and dishevelled and his cheeks are tinged red from the steam of his shower. You clear your throat and turn away from him quickly, hoping he didn’t catch you staring.

“Look, I don’t want this to be awkward or anything,” you mumble and get to your feet quickly as he sits on the sofa beside you. “What happened, happened and I just don’t think we need to make the situation any worse by analysing it to death.”

“Do I make you uncomfortable, beautiful?” he stands and is in front of you in a second. The air is literally sucked out around you and you could cut the tension in the room with a knife.

“I-I didn’t um…say that.” you want to create distance between the two of you but just like last night, you can’t seem to bring yourself to move away from him. “I just don’t want you to think that I’m one of those needy girls who needs some form of validation after a one night stand.”

“Who said it was just going to be one night?” he smirks at you and your insides do that strange quiver again.

Before you can respond, Colson has your face between his large hands and is kissing you with so much force, you completely lose your train of thought. You know you should protest, your mind is screaming at you to protest but your body has a mind of its own entirely. You grip the back of his neck and pull him impossibly closer to you, inviting his tongue into your mouth with pleasure. He responds by wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up off the ground. You entwine your legs around his body and he lowers you onto the sofa, pressing his body against yours. You’re grinding, panting and moaning in unison with each other. Colson slips his hand under your shirt to grab your breast and you lean your chest up into it, allowing him to massage it. Just as you're about to rip his t-shirt from his body, a loud knock at your front door interrupts you. Colson groans and pulls himself away from you, taking a few deep breaths.

“Worst fucking timing in the world,” he mumbles under his breath as he stands to open the door. 

You see him adjust his junk as he walks to the front door and he looks back to smirk at you. You giggle and turn away from him to compose yourself. You hear the front door open and the sound of angered voices fills the front hall. You’re confused by Colson’s reaction until you hear the stranger more clearly. Your blood runs cold as you recognise your ex’s voice, trying to patronise Colson like he always does. The two of them never got along and you always put it down to them being so different but after your breakup you realised, it’s because your ex is an asshole. You storm down the hallway to give him a piece of your mind but Colson seems to be handling him well. Part of you feels that stepping in would be pointless but you’ve had a lot of time to think of what you’d say to him if you ever got the chance and fuck it now seems like a good time.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you push past Colson to get in your ex’s face and the look of surprise on it is kind of priceless.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” he scolds you in a firm tone but then looks over your shoulder at Colson’s venomous stare and he backs up a little. “A lady shouldn’t swear,” he tries to backtrack.

Normally, that tone of voice would make you back down immediately but you can feel this new confidence flowing through you as you stare at him. It’s possible you may still be drunk from the night before but you have this weird feeling of power all of a sudden. He doesn’t seem as intimidating as he appeared when you dated. Suddenly you can see his flaws and the attraction you once held for him is gone. His hair is receding, his body doesn’t look as appealing as it used. He no longer appears tall, strong and handsome and it’s as if a spell has been broken. You find yourself comparing him to Colson and suddenly, he comes up short in every department that matters and even some that don’t. You can’t stop your eyes from diverting to Colson’s crutch and you play it off as staring at the wall.

“Why are you here?” you ask nonchalantly, crossing your arms over your chest with annoyance.

“What has gotten into you?” he asks, completely dumbfounded and you can’t seem to stop the laugh that escapes your lips. 

You slap your hand over your mouth to keep the laugh from turning into a full on fit of giggles. Colson immediately realises where your mind has gone to and is grinning from ear to ear beside you, clearly not trying to hide his pride from your ex. Your ex looks between the two of you, his jaw practically on the floor. 

“Y-you,” he points to you. “A-and you?” and he points to Colson. Neither of you say anything but your smiles and silence answers the question for you. “What the fuck!?” he booms and you instinctively flinch away from him. Colson pulls you back from the door and closer to his side and that only angers him more. “How long has this been going on? Were you fucking him while we were together?! Oh I always knew you were a slut. So insecure about your looks and your subpar intelligence that you had to use your average looking body to get the attention you so desperately crave!”

Colson pushes you behind him and gets as close to your ex’s face as he possibly can, looking as menacing as possible. You can tell by the rigid posture of his shoulders and his shallowing breathing that he’s trying so hard to control his reaction around you. You’re pretty sure if you weren’t there, he would’ve knocked your ex on his ass. He’s a good head taller than your ex and has definitely been in enough physical fights that he can hold his own, more than you could say for your ex. The guy is scared of everything but weak willed women.

“I suggest you stop fucking talking right now and walk away before I make you, got it?” Colson spits at him, taking a step back to create some distance between the two of them.

“Fine but just you wait. She’ll get bored of you too and she’ll dump you just like she did to me,” he points at you, his eyes dark with resentment. 

“I’m pretty sure after what he did to me in bed last night, I’ll never be bored of him,” and with that you slam the door in his dumbfounded face.

You stand there for a few seconds trying to take in what just happened. As your ex’s words hit you, playing in your mind, an overwhelming feeling takes over you and you burst into tears. Colson says nothing, instead enveloping you in a hug so tightly it feels like he’s trying to hold you together as you fall apart in his arms. You hate that seeing your ex still causes you to react this way. No matter how powerful or confident you feel, he always finds a way to tear you down and make you feel like that scared college girl you used to be. He somehow makes you forget that you’re a grown woman. 

Maybe your ex is right though? Why would someone like Colson want to be with someone like you? You’re not really an interesting person. Last night was the first time you’ve gone out and stayed out past 10pm in a long time. You don’t have tattoos or crazy coloured hair like most of the women he brings home. You’re not adventurous. Hell, last night was the first time a man has ever made you orgasm during sex.

“I-I’m s-sorry. I can’t do this,” you pull away from Colson and turn to walk away from him, just wanting to be alone.

“No, don’t do this,” he begs you, grabbing your wrist and trying to pull you back to him but you resist.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply flatly.

“Don’t let that fuckwit ruin this,” he gestures back and forth between you. “I can see it. He got into your head, he’s making you doubt this. Don’t give him that power, he doesn’t deserve it!”

“I’m sorry,” is all you can say and you go to your bedroom, closing and locking the door behind you.

Colson jimmies the door handle a couple of times, banging on the wood begging for you to let him in but you ignore him. Eventually the banging stops and you lay on your bed, holding your pillow and staring at the wall. You scold yourself for being so stupid as to think that last night could magically fix everything that is wrong with you. 

‘Naive fool’ your self-conscious scolds you and you nod your head in agreement.

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As always, I reemerge from the void to write about smth I just watched.

Honestly I didn't expect myself to enjoy Helluva Boss as much as I did! And once again, I have to thank the fanbase for it, as I decided to watch it after seeing endless cool arts and analyses of certain characters that made me give it a chance, despite not being all that convinced, mainly due to main character(s) and designs. But about this later!

You see, I happened to know Vivzie's art style and some of her early YouTube animations that I stumbled across accidentally as an older teen, so when I saw Hazbin Hotel pilot, I knew I would love to watch it even if just to see what that one artist I recognize is up to lately. Overall theme was pretty appealing to me too, as I enjoy this kind of reversed dynamic where sinners aren't as bad as one would assume and can do good if they want, while the good ones, often portrayed as religious side and/or heaven is called out for their mistakes. Sorry not sorry, childhood religious trauma here 🤷 Later I just grew to like certain characters (mainly Angel Dust, Alastor and Husk) so I knew I would watch it just to see what's gonna happen with them.

However, with Helluva Boss... Sadly, main characters at the first glance didn't seem like my kind of thing, overall aesthetic with more animalistic designs weren't my thing as well, so I just intended to skip it. Well, I did for a long time as you could see! But fandom did what the fandom does the best, hyping about their favourite characters of the show both in art and writing, which always is such a hook for me, as I love to hype and hyperfocus on things I love too. In particular, I saw multiple people talking about Stolas and Fizzarolli, both of which were the closest to my liking kinds of characters. They ended up being my two favourites after watching the whole show uwu Other than them, I absolutely adored every moment of Moxxie and Millie being two sweethearts against all odds! Can't count how many times those two dorks made me laugh!

What's funny, both shows did exactly the same impression on me with their main characters though, I couldn't care all that much if it wasn't for others around them >u>" Charlie just isn't all that appealing due to her trying to be picture-perfect, almost like a Disney princess, so I'm gonna wait for some more drama and action around her. I really liked the moment when her and Alastor made a deal, I saw it as her finally leaving the peaceful way behind when faced with ignorance, so I'm interested to see how that goes and if I will change my mind about her.

With Blitz... I suppose the reason why I don't like him very much on his own is that his actions and words are very exaggerated (duh, it's set in hell, obviously they will be awful) but at the same time it didn't seem like he suffers the consequences for what he does and how he treats others (at least all the way till now when it finally started to bite his ass) and even when he sees he hurts people (like when rekindling his relationship with Fizzarolli) he still doesn't change his approach towards others. I'm pretty sure we might dive a bit deeper into his past and reasoning since for now it was just briefly mentioned and shown in flashbacks, not directly through his eyes, so maybe my judgement will change as well. He gives me mixed feelings, especially his struggles with self-worth and pushing people away hit close to home, but his violent reactions and absolutely horrible word choices push me away a bit. However, if I would have to choose between him and Charlie, Blitz wins me over so far cus his struggles are much more complex and messy, it's intriguing even if it makes me mad lol. And Charlie is just *shrug* here I suppose. No offense to the fans of either of those characters, not my cup of tea and that's all.

In the end, once again, thank you to the artists for their fanart and to everyone who takes their time to analyze and make threads about what they liked about these shows! It really can convince others to watch even if they didn't plan to at first! I'm glad I gave Helluva Boss a chance in the end!

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hey so i see that you’re a fan of pjo and i had questions about what you thought of percy’s characterization in the show.

to be upfront, i’ve only watched the first 3 episodes so far and while i’ve enjoyed it, i found percy to be a lot angrier than I remembered in the books and when I reread The Lightning Thief i thought “yeah, see? he wasn’t this angry”

do you have thoughts? i do like the fact that the fatal flaws are being made a more “in your face” thing instead of a thing that gets brought up every now and again. but i do feel like they sacrificed some of the silly middle-grade vibes in favor of the heavier themes that, while showcased, didn’t really become prevalent until later.

i hope this made sense, but i love your analyses and was wondering if you had any ideas

You’re very kind to ask! I don’t get to talk about Percy Jackson often, and it was one of the songs making up the medley of my childhood, not to be dramatic!

I think you nailed it. I don’t have much to add. Percy wasn’t as angry in the first series because, as you said, Rick Riordan’s writing style kept the books pretty light. I also think that’s what contributed to why we all like Percy Jackson; he is angry and he is rebellious, but Rick Riordan doesn’t just outright say all that. Those are characteristics that, if they were just said outright, would make you think of less-appealing characters that try too hard to be broody. Like Nico Di Angelo or Shadow the Hedgehog or something. He says it with lines like:

“His face had that same brooding look that had always gotten me branded a rebel.“ (When Percy sees Poseidon for the first time.) But that’s the thing. Percy looks brooding, but we’re inside his head, so we know he doesn’t think of himself that way. He doesn’t take himself that seriously. He’s pretty upbeat, in his own head. But yeah, of course he’s also got a lot of anger and the snark is coming from actual resentment, etc.

Anyway, you nailed it. The show is definitely going for a more serious vibe. But the problem with that is, Walker Scobell and Percy himself are more suited to something that doesn’t take itself too seriously. So that when serious moments happen, they’re that much more impactful. You’re used to seeing Percy and Annabeth save each other from getting turned into Guinea pigs or stuck on sleazy salesmen’s stretching mattress sales, so when they do more serious things, like choose to jump into Tartarus rather than be separated, or he holds her back from a vision of everything she wants with the sirens, it hits harder.

You’re so used to seeing these characters make light and find quirky solutions to zany dangers that it engages your feelings when something truly horrible happens to them, or they really worry about something that’s relatable and real, like whether or not their parents value them.

So I think this show loses a lot of that..l don’t know what to call it…emotional pacing?

Specifically with Percy’s characterizations, so far the best moments of the show (and we all know it) have been when Percy is petting a lizard and dancing in the forest or making Annabeth and Grover laugh with the song or the jokes. The only serious moment I think they’ve gotten right, with his characterization, so far, is when he shoves Annabeth down the stairs and takes her place fighting Echidna.

But those are just moments. I think some of the new stuff they’re doing with Percy that I don’t remember being in the books—AT ALL—I like that whole “the gods and demigods are all about glory and one-upping each other, but Percy actually cares about people, he’s built different” thing—are really good. Because you can look at Percy from the books and get there. You can say, “well yeah, his fatal flaw is that he’d sacrifice the world to save his friends. Of course he taught everybody to care more about each other as people in the first series—he gave up being a god when he had the chance, for that reason.”

So that’s basically my take, not just on Percy’s characterization, but the whole show so far. “You can look at the books and get to the show.” It’s different, darker, and the focus is different…but it’s not contrary to the books. And there are enough little touches in there that we think of Book Percy when we see Walker Scobell’s portrayal, anyway. Is it confirmation bias? Are we seeing what we want to see? Maybe a little.

(P.S. - As a side note, I will say there is one character who is totally out-of-character with very little remaining of his original self—and it’s Grover. The Grover in the show is not the Grover in the books, even if you tilt your head and squint. If Percy seems too troubled, Grover seems way, way too troubled. It’s fine, whatever, cool character named Grover, but that’s not the Real Grover.)

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i like how what diane has to say at the premiere of philbert in s5ep10 of bojack horseman was clearly a meta comment about bojack horseman and irl people’s reactions to it and how the show says time and time again how bojack is an awful person over and over again, who repeatedly gets people hurt or even killed in sarah lynn’s case and yet there are still men who watch this show and identify with him and completely miss the point of what the show is actually trying to say about him. even through season 6 and him finally getting help. and i feel like… like, the show doesn’t want you to think that bojack is past the point of no return. they repeatedly hammer in the idea that there IS no point of no return. no matter how many awful things you do, you can always choose to be a better person than you were yesterday, and you SHOULD. and they acknowledge that “being good,” reliably striving to be the best, most kind and compassionate version of yourself, is HARD WORK, but it’s worth it. it takes work and it takes a whole lot of social support to maintain. we see in season 6 that a lack of that support can cause someone to fall back into old habits fast and hard. i think season 6 provides a really succinct critique of the way that society views addicts and the stigma surrounding addiction, without glamorising drug abuse either. it’s implied through characters like todd that drug use in moderation isn’t inherently unhealthy, but the show CLEARLY demonstrates that once you hit a certain point, you have to control yourself. the show hammers in the idea that you have free will and you NEED to exercise it to be as kind as you possibly can not just for the benefit of those around you, but for your own benefit, too. and yet there are STILL people who watch this show and miss all that, because they just think bojack himself is so funny and relatable, and “we’ve all done terrible things… we’re all terrible, and therefore we’re all okay.” which is NOT true or the point of the show. but so many people watch TV without trying to analyse it even the slightest bit, and so they believe that line is true because bojack, the ~main character~ of this story, said it. but there’s like 5 consistent main characters in this show and bojack is the only one who is truly a fucking villain. and the saddest thing is seeing it made clear that he consistently CHOOSES to be a villain, and then seeing fans relate to him who think that making bad choices is an immutable law of their nature as a person.