#not even unaware just disdainful tbh

[whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst]

Whomst Starts: the Mysterious Lotus Casebook

I’ve seen only a fourth of Mysterious Lotus Casebook—40 episodes? Intriguing—and I’m already seeing the developing OT3 between a feral cat, a tired fox, and an exuberant puppy.

Dynamic so far (I’ve never read the novel): Everyone’s favorite Wu Xie Puppy has imprinted on the Fox like a baby duckling, unaware that Fox is actually the swordsman he has a crush on idolizes. Fox started out rejecting Puppy, then barely tolerating Puppy, and now affectionately trying to make sure Puppy doesn’t do anything Fox would have done at his age (zero faith in that happening). The Cat is basically the Fox’s ex, if you ignore the murder and vengeful battles. So far Cat is disdainful/slightly murderous towards Puppy, who is suspicious of him constantly, and 50% of the time he’s even kind of right?! I foresee them growing close, however—Cat and Puppy share a very blunt worldview and tbh I think the Cat is secretly a little fond of Puppy already.

LET THERE BE MORE.

I’m frankly annoyed at the roles they’ve given female characters so far—I’m not seeing more than two dimensional development here, and it’s a shame, because there is so much potential for great character development for them!! The delicate and highly emotional love interest thrown in because otherwise Fox is just suspiciously chill living with two “roommates” isn’t given a personality, just tears and confusion over her feelings. Fox’s old friend (dressed in purple, had a whip so I was hopeful she’d be epic) is just there to yell at people to generate plot exposition. Puppy’s aunt is flirtatiously air-headed in the one scene where we have her, Cat’s evil partner in crime is plotting to take him out too (good for her) and all but rubbing her hands together and cackling stereotypically, and the tiny servant girl is never seen again after Puppy goes broke and she’s recalled back to the family estate. WHERE ARE THE GIRLS. LET THEM BE MORE.

All in all, I’m gonna keep watching these idiots travel around in Howl’s Moving Castle the Lotus Tower solving crimes.

[practickles]

The Best Boyfriend

Fandom: Project Sekai

Lee: Akito Shinonome

Ler: Toya Aoyagi

Romantic Akitoya

Word Ct: 1.4k

Warnings: Tickles, gay people

I genuinely had no clue on the title here. It is called in my Google Drive "mmmmmm neck tickles" and this is the best alternative I've got. Probably out of character tbh as I haven't finished the VBS event stories yet. I apologize.

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Toya walked through the front door of the apartment. “Akito! I’m back!” He called inside to his boyfriend as he kicked off his shoes.

He waited a moment for a response back. And then another. Nothing. 

He couldn’t help the slight burst of disappointment that formed in his chest. Either his boyfriend had left while he was away or was ignoring him. If he could even bear to admit it to himself, Toya was feeling a bit playful and was looking forward to taking it out on spending quality time with his partner. 

Oh well. Since he now had time, Toya may as well get a headstart on the dirty dishes both boys had been neglecting. He began to walk to the kitchen but stopped in his tracks when he noticed for the first time the faint sound of running water and quiet humming coming from none other than his destination. His footsteps slowed slightly and quieted down as he creeped closer and closer to find the source of the noise. He was stunned when he finally entered the kitchen. 

God, it was a gorgeous sight. Toya always loved seeing his boyfriend but this was on a whole new level. The sunlight streaming in from the window above the sink illuminated Akito’s form in just the perfect way that he seemed to glow with the radiance of the sun itself. He was cleaning the dishes and had a pair of earbuds in while he hummed and swayed slightly to the melody. Akito had a tendency to lose himself in songs, and he probably currently had his music loud enough to drown out all other sounds of the world. Toya didn’t think there was anything in the universe more beautiful than his partner lost in his passion for music and even in moments when Akito was unaware of it, letting Toya in to see his private sanctuary. It made him feel.. soft and trusted and incredibly special. 

Akito was perfect. Additionally, he happened to not have his usual layers of thick hoodies and in their stead, just a simple tank top, leaving himself far more exposed than usual.  Maybe Toya didn’t have to give up on his playful intentions after all. 

Toya crept up silently behind the man, still quietly humming whatever song was blaring in his ears. That wouldn’t do. Toya waited for the precise moment when Akito wasn’t holding anything sharp or breakable and then took his opportunity to wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s upper body. Toya chuckled slightly at the surprised jerk Akito gave at his sudden presence. Akito, ever resilient though, quickly recovered and melted into the soft touch. He shook his hands dry, wiped the remaining water on his shirt (much to Toya’s disdain, there was a towel right there) and removed his earbuds. 

“Hey there,” Akito greeted. He smiled and slightly leaned his head back onto his partner’s shoulder. “I didn’t hear you come in.” 

“Then maybe you should turn down that music.” Toya tilted his head down to give a light kiss to the tip of Aktio’s ear, pretending not to notice the subtle squeak he got in response. 

“Hm,” Akito pretended to consider his options. “Nah.” He went back to scrubbing the plate he had been working on, smirking slightly at his own brilliant comeback. 

“You know you don’t have to do those. I could have taken care of it.” Toya nodded towards the dishes. “It really isn’t a big deal.” 

“Eh, it’s whatever. I really don’t mind as long as I have my music.” 

Toya leaned down to rest his head on Akito’s shoulder, rubbing against his neck in the process. “I really have the best boyfriend.”

Akito jumped and tried to squirm sideways to escape the ticklish touch, but found himself held still by his boyfriend’s tight grip around him. “Pft-t Toyha, cut thaht out-” 

“Hm,” Toya pretended to consider his options. “Nah.” He started to pepper gentle kisses all over Akito’s neck. He removed his head from Akito’s shoulder to have better access to the other side. He alternated kisses between sides of his poor, trapped boyfriend's poor, sensitive neck. Left *kiss* Right *kiss* Left *kiss* Right *kiss*.

Akito burst into an uncontrollable fit of the sweetest giggles Toya had ever heard. “Nahaht fair- Yohou cahahn’t use my wohords against meheheHEHE TOYHA STAHAHAP-” 

Toya silenced Akito’s arguments with a well placed raspberry where his neck met his shoulder and wrapped his arms tighter around his furiously squirming and now further flustered boyfriend. “I just did though, love. It would benefit you to learn the meaning of the word ‘can’t’.” Toya had to try his absolute hardest to contain his own giggles from the giddiness growing in his chest. He couldn’t help but feel all smiley when Akito was a mess of giggles in his arms. “And stay still,” Toya moved his face right next to Akito’s ear and whispered, “You’re making it hard to tickle tickle tickle you.”

“AHAHAHA, DAHAMMIT-” Akito, made weak by his boyfriend’s onslaught, lost strength in his legs and crumpled to the floor, Toya helping him not to get hurt in the process. He was now sitting up and leaned with his back against the wall. 

Toya climbed onto his lap, effectively trapping Akito with no escape. Not like either man minded. Toya paused. “Akito, are you okay with all of this?” Toya asked with a genuine look of concern. He never wanted to take it too far. 

Akito’s blush only grew darker. Why did Toya always have to be so sweet? First he comes out of nowhere, compliments him, tickles him to bits, and is now making him ADMIT he enjoys all of it. He looked directly into the pair of gorgeous gray eyes in front of him, only holding eye contact for a moment before the nervous feeling in his chest was too much for him to handle. Akito finally gave a curt, quick nod, trying to ignore the smirk growing on Toya’s face. It was a rare sight to see Toya so cocky and confident and it was a sight that made Akito want to curl into a ball and stay there forever in flustered agony. 

Toya wasted no time placing his head back onto his partner’s bare shoulder, kissing and blowing cool air all over. 

“Ahehehe- Thahahat’s so bahahad” Every time Akito attempted to scrunch up his neck or tilt it away from the tickles, Toya would just attack the other side. 

“You don’t mind it though.” Toya stated the fact, not to tease but as a legitimate observation. He didn’t realize just how bad the words affected the ginger. “Your neck is one of your favorite spots, right?”

“SHUHT UHUHP.” Akito shook his head back and forth in a poor attempt to relive the ticklish feeling flooding through him. 

“If you insist.” Toya giggled a little as he buried his face in Akito’s neck and blew a large raspberry. At the same time, his hands came down to his partner’s side, squeezing them rapidly. 

Akito let out a loud, desperate shriek. Any bypasser would be convinced a murder was being committed. He couldn’t even squirm with his boyfriend’s weight on top of him so he released his energy in the form of screams. 

Akito’s strong reaction only spurred Toya on. He continued to squeeze and kiss and blow raspberries all over Akito’s ticklish spots.

Akito was now past the point of comprehensible speech. “HAHAHA TOHOHYAHAHA-” 

Toya noticed his laughter became more breathy and hoarse so he figured Akito was about at his limit. With one final raspberry, he stopped and readjusted the two of them so that he could pull his boyfriend onto his own lap.

He rubbed Akito’s back soothingly as the latter leaned forward and giggled nonstop into his shoulder. Toya planted gentle but firm enough not to tickle (too much) kisses all over his boyfriend’s neck, gradually moving up to his jaw, and then his cheeks, and finally his lips. They sat like that for a while, both just giggling and kissing and enjoying having the other in their arms.

“Whahahat wahas all thahahat for?” Akito finally broke the comfortable quiet to ask. 

“Because I love you.” Toya stated simply. It was the honest truth. 

Akito playfully shoved at his chest, “For someone so serious while we're working, you really are a sap.” Akito hid his still pink face back into Toya’s shoulder. “But seriously though… I- I love you too.” He mumbled.

Toya held his partner tighter and planted a kiss on top of his head. The two basked in each other’s warm presence for the rest of the night, dishes long forgotten.

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[anonil88]

Malcolm and Marie live blog

I don't usually do liveblogs for movies but yea.

Spoilers ahead!!

I love that its modern timed but very 70s stylized.

A tune indeed.

When you are high and drunk on success and

How the white critic reacts is why I feel like gatekeeping my scripts. At the same time some things I do make are about race or involve.

Marie sitting on the patio smoking is a mood whenever men are talking.

So he's pretentious and unaware.

Whoever chose the music for this, I feel like we would be Spotify mutuals.

Can this nigga stop pacing.

Also can he stop talking;

Marie is so tired and unimpressed.

Also little booties matter and are to be bitten.

Oooo the tension and the jazz.

Title Card over mac and cheese.

Shitty boxes mac and cheese but still mac and cheese.

Tbh i always wonder if spouses/significant others get upset when their spouses don't acknowledge them during speeches.

John sounds so much like his dad but I really hope his acting style differs from his dad a lot.

Guilty confession?

He did not profit off of his partners backstory and then not even acknowledge her.....I.....

If that ever happened to me catch me cussing my partner out during the beginning credits, the end credits, in the car, and at home.

GASLIGHTER!

The way I'm excited for Zendaya to give me some, oooo can she work with Regina King. Please on my knees I pray.

Um no that's not your job to coddle your lead.

He's a dick and the type of dick who makes himself look like a good person around other people.

If Sam Levinson is trying to make his viewers more of misandrist, it's working.

I feel like Marie has her flaws probably a lot of them and we will surely see as this continues, but Malcolm needs to learn how to apologize sincerely.

70s vibes! 70s vibes!

Them kissing and talking about criticism and dreams makes me miss a partner. A partner that I've had and haven't had.

Women really are behind every great man.

Yea sir you fucked a happy moment.

Oh visual allegories for looking in from the outside and cat and mouse chasing and looking from the outside in.

She's saying she doesn't feel noticed by you.

Gas lighter :0 he called her an emotional support dog, bruh.

I would LOVE to co-write or take a writing class held by Sam Levinson. The fights i write are very much in this same realm of reflection and anger and monologue.

Sam.....sam.....are all the sides inside of you doing okay sir?

The ugly side of dating and being in a relationship with someone who struggles with their own demons.

Honestly I could close my eyes and listen to this script being read without seeing these characters visually. Just close my eyes and get a sense of these characters like it was a radio story.

Oh. Oh this is a new wheelhouse of Zendaya acting; a different voice is like breaking through here and her expressions aren't the same we are used to. You can literally hear another character in there....hmm.

Mans is outside really fighting with his invisible demons lmfao.

Selfish ass, how after everything she said you came out of it thinking about your own craft and self instead of how you hurt her.

So she's conditional.

Me: did sam (a white man) say nigga this many times in his script or are the actors adding their own inflections. Not just the lingo used but the topic of race and directing etc. being written by a white writer about black characters is always gonna be a critique when you're writer is a white person.

Alexa play Broken Girls by Saba

He is so hurtful.

A clown nigga a clown look in the fucking mirror you bozo head ass looking like you need some Mehron clown white and a size 16 in clown shoes.

John is doing a really swell performance and reading of these lines.

He is reading her for her insecurities by bringing up his experiences with other women and that.....is yikes.

Arguments can get messy like this in real life but it takes a lot of maturity and control to either not let it get to this point or have a healthy conversation afterwards.

This film is really shot on some very crisp lenses.

They sitting there like 🚬🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️.

Leftover Mac and Cheese and unfinished cigarettes.

The nyt etc. pay walls are so annoying, but there is a work around look at the articles on incognito or add a period at the end of the url.

He sounds like his daddy so much here, weird, this is the only part I'm eh on the dialogue it feels real but a bit out of pace in how they are bouncing off one another.

Nail scissors? So the end is not the only part he based off of Marie. 🙄

ITS A GOOD REVIEW YOU DINGUS but also its a full review they are going to critique things. She isn't wrong though he did profit off of a woman's story that was not his own to profit from.

Yes Malcolm because unfortunately all marginalized people look through a lens of life that is inherently political because of the world they live in.

He is so mad and upset and had a lot on his chest. But I think he Malcolm and Sam are talking about something thats an issue and a non issue. Being critiqued for you art is hard but also Malcolm is not super self aware. He's like a stand in figure of for example rich depop sellers who wanna be oppressed so badly they yell at others instead of examining their own personal behaviors and ethics.

Oh Marie, when you know the spark is gone and you pick fights because.

He ain't even ask her to read?

One critic I have for most of hollywood actors is they learn their cry and that is it. A change from this is Margot Robbie, I adore her fluctuations of crying being similar but the crying is carried differently for each character. If I had to say any actor that does a cry scene amazing its this woman right here (Amy Adams)

You stole her story from her and gave it away, she has a right to be upset and angry and a rubber band ball of emotions.

Citizen Kane, not the cinematography, but the story is it even that good? (Unpopular opinion but meh, maybe in my rewatch it will be better.)

But that is what people want authenticity and whatever authenticity means to them. What is real for one is false for another.

To be honest look at the criticism of Euphoria, well earned, but a lot of people were like this isn't real even though he literally wrote about his own life. People said it was inauthentic like....wtf.

Ahh the smoking is just a habit, he quit and she didn't.

CAST ZENDAYA IN A HORROR MOVIE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING. Get Lupita and Zendaya and some more black actors preferably less known ones in a horror movie. One with a interesting script and story, directed by Regina King. Please and thankyou.

I love Marie yep that was amazing.

Behind every great man is a greater woman, one that deserves her credit for how she has stood behind. I wonder the stories of those women, what they have sacrificed or not sacrificed. Their thoughts and feelings when the world is surrounding their partner and views them as a plus one. (I'd write a short script about this but I think do I have the time, can I, or am I equipped ?)

He is a shitty person for bringing up his exes, like she even said I don't wanna know any of that.

Imagine being on anti depressents and rarely having a sex drive and then when you do your partner starts talking about their exes and tearing you apart for all your faults.

I love when you see peaks of Zendaya's cadence in roles.

Tension, what if's and he didn't even bring her up in his speech.

Marie to herself and the audience:

He is not afraid that he will loose her but as my character says in my unreleased story, "i can't wait til you give me a fucking reason to leave your ass." Malcolm expects everything in order for not even doing the bare minimum and she is only asking him for something as simple as consideration. She just wants him to be considerate. He wants to get married and considers their relationship like rolling down a hill at full speed and he cannot apologize, he cannot be considerate, and he cannot admit his wrongs. He can only offer her I love yous that he probably does mean but he does not back up outside of what he's done for her in the past. The past which was more of her experience than his and he sees his part in it as a burden. He doesn't use his own vantage point of the past to further his career he uses her. He does all of these things without a real apology or thankyou because he is not afraid to loose her.

The restrictions of quarantine and the panorama have made Sam's writing very no frills. I wonder how other films from other directors and writers that are filmed in small contained crews like this will be structured. But this was a very good movie gonna add to my letter box 3.3-3.5

Oh shit this is my song,

Ratings/overall thoughts:

Script is like a C+, B- : I could go into my heavier big brain thoughts on the script but I don't feel like it. You catch hints of it above it centers conversation on race and privilege, mainly the writers and questions i have that won't be answered but Sam did make me grow disdain for Malcolm over a short time. Which is sometimes hard to do because im one sympathetic person but the sympathy i have for Malcolm is at 0. Maybe a 2 at some scenes but then it quickly goes back to 0. Some parts of the dialogue miss the mark or hit the are off balanced. While some of it like Malcolm's bathroom speech albeit mean is really strong or their conversation when he comes back from peeing really shines for me.

Performances: B+ to A- because they carried the script further than it could of gone with less talented actors. The monologues do well to showcase their current skill levels which are already high af and leave room for anticipation in where these actors go next.

Zendaya holding a knife: A+ with a gold star. That switch on and off and on is delectable.

John being a shitty boyfriend but following Marie like a lost puppy: B+ with a good job written at the bottom of the paper, Malcolm being nervous a frantic dialed up with more realistic nervousness would have sold me completely on Malcolm's anxious waiting.

Cinematography: A and a participation award.

The mac and cheese: A+ for the easy mac. Wish it was like Annie's or Velveeta.

Cigarettes: Participation award and their picture hung up for student of the month. Why the grill lighter? Everytime Malcolm opened up his mouth Marie was like sparks fly.

The music: A++ with a prize. Whoever picked the music probably makes good Spotify playlists.

[bbytetsu]

HAIKYUU!! DYNAMIC DUOS AT THE GYM

oikawa + iwaizumi:

everybody wants to go the gym when oikawa and iwaizumi goes

but let’s be real. iwa does not wanna go to the gym with oikawa lmao

iwaizumi prefers to work out alone, but he’ll go with oikawa when he needs motivation also because oikawa begs him to go with him

oikawa literally knows everyone at the gym

he even knows the girls who work at the front desk? whenever he goes, they let him play his own playlist on the gym speakers. pretty boy privilege 😤😤

they train through free weights and calisthenics (iwa’s specialty)

OIKAWA SKIPS LEG DAY hence the flat ass (iwa would never)

oikawa simply doesn’t have the patience to grow his glutes. he does 2 squats and checks to see if he has an ass

while oikawa has his fanbase of girls, iwaizumi has MAD clout in the gym. gym bros are always checking him out and trying to figure out his routine

iwaizumi has an IG fitness account dedicated to posting his lifts, calisthenics, and personal PR. he do be a lil camera shy tho 🥺

while the two have very different physiques, they have one thing in common: washboard abs

they like to do partner ab exercises with medicine balls. it’s always a beautiful sight to see, a sight that unites gym bros and oikawa fangirls

they ALWAYS stretch properly after their gym sesh, especially since oikawa is no stranger to physical injuries

hinata + kageyama:

infamous and controversial. you either love them or hate them.

everything is a competition between these two, which is lowkey dangerous. but, together, they are always pushing their hardest, which many gymgoers admire

so fucking loud in the gym and completely unaware of it

these boys got RANGE. hit free weights, HIIT/cardio, plyometrics

they usually train separately, but they’ll go to the gym together a few times a month. or they’ll bump into each other at the gym

once the two of them are together, everything’s a competition. lowkey get the whole gym involved in their petty competitions because they’re always arguing who’s better

“KAGEYAMA! you may have done more squats than me this time, but your form SUCKED! my squats were WAY deeper than yours.”

you know how they’ve competed for the higher vertical jumps since high school volleyball? yup, they’re still at it.

KINGS OF HIIT. while others do HIIT for maybe 20 min, they can and will go for an hour out of sheer competitiveness

they NEVER wipe their equipment when they’re done. disgusting

ushijima + tendou:

poster children for any gym. they have strong lifts, practice proper gym etiquette, are smart with their workouts, and get results.

ushijima carries tendou with his extensive training/anatomy knowledge. he develops and follows his own workout routine

tendou doesn’t care that much about working out. he’s just there to spend time with his beloved wakatoshi 😌he also likes the power trip he gets from just walking into the gym next to ushijima

like everyone else, ushijima suffers from low motivation at times. but even on those days, ushijima sticks to his routine. holidays? he’s at the gym. days off from training? he’s at the gym. his own birthday? he’s at the gym

the two of them not only hit free weights, but they do a lot of cardio

super antisocial at the gym. goes to work out and just leaves after.

everyone’s terrified of them. both of them tower over most... not to mention ushijima’s stern eyes and tendou’s playfully menacing stare

if the squat racks are all taken and ushijima and tendou walk in, people will leave their squat rack to let ushijima and tendou squat.

ushijima wants to help people at the gym, though. always helps people rerack their weights, but they always run away while he does it. he genuinely does not understand why others fear him and tendou always laughs about it

while ushijima’s completely focused on his workout, tendou keeps things interesting for himself by checking people out at the gym. never hits on them though—that’s on a+ gym etiquette! 

kuroo + kenma:

kuroo: *activate MOM mode*

kuroo has to drag kenma to the gym. for obvious reasons, he’s always worried about kenma’s health and tries to get him to be more active.

antisocial. they go the gym at like 2am right before it closes, since kenma hates crowds (kuroo dislikes a crowded gym, too)

while kuroo doesn’t have an obnoxious following like oikawa does, there are a ton of girls and guys at the gym who got their eyes on him! kenma gets glared at A LOT. the two of them know how lowkey popular kuroo is, and kuroo relishes in it tbh, much to kenma’s disdain.

kenma and kuroo strength train through machines and free weights. 

unlike a lot of gymgoers, they pay attention to more than just the numbers. when training, they focus a lot on form, timing, more advanced techniques (such as supersets) and challenging themselves through properly engaging their muscles.

kuroo forces kenma to do some cardio. since kenma doesn’t want to run, he sticks to the stationary bicycle (and plays video games while on it lol)

cutest fits at the gym and u can’t convince me otherwise. both of them feel more motivated when they’re wearing something that makes them feel confident

kuroo’s a big fan of the rowing machine and always tries to set personal records. imagine his delts, his BACK when he rows though..... hello 😳

if there’s something both boys are super good at, it’s not comparing themselves to others, when it comes to their training methods and physiques. respect 😌

bokuto + akaashi:

kings of leg day, PERIOD

they go together pretty consistently! even if they’re not at the gym, the two of them try to stay active

bokuto is SO LOUD. the type of guy who grunts and yells before deadlifting just to hype himself up. akaashi has given up on asking bo to quiet down. he just has to deal with the secondhand embarrassment

even though he’s so loud, it’s hard to be annoyed at him. bo motivates everyone at the gym. so full of life and vigor, you can’t help but to want to push your hardest in your workout!

free weights only at the gym, but bokuto loves attending classes at the gym and dragging akaashi to them, too! zumba, yoga, pilates, kickboxing, you name it—they’ve tried it all. the two of them are super loved by all the soccer moms and aunties in morning zumba

catch them hitting hip thrusts, deadlifts, squats, lunges and every variation. while they’re the definition of well-rounded, they definitely hit glutes more than the average guy and are proud of it (as they should be!)

bokuto has made a ton of girl friends at the gym by doing god’s work and converting girls and guys alike to do hip thrusts. the local glute guy 🍑

the best spotters. patient, attentive, and supportive

super stranger friendly, even akaashi! he never ever judges you regardless of how advanced you are

bokuto IG lives his workouts LOL and he always takes selfies or screams to the camera when he or akaashi hits a PR

[hughiecampbelle]

Miserable Pt. One (Thomas Shelby Oneshot)

Character/s: Thomas, Grace mentioned

Word Count: 1, 184

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @myriadimagines @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @death-of-a-mermaid @lotsoffandomimagines @woahitslucyylu @obsessedunicorn24 @thedarkqueenofavalon @fangirlsarah16 @theshelbyclan @captivatedbycillianmurphy

A/N: I know I haven't written in a while, and it's so frustrating. Everytime I sit down with an idea I end up hating it. Tbh, I kinda hate this. I'm hesitant to post it, too. Even typing this, I question if I should delete it all and act like it never happened. I know it's just mental health getting in the way, making it hard to be confident or excited, even hard to write. It just has to be that way sometimes, y'know? But I can't let it get in the way :) so I've already planned a part two. Despite what I may think or feel, I know if only one person likes this, it'll feel worth it. Or it can make someone who's feeling the same way know it's not their writing, it's just their mind making them doubt themselves. 💜💖💜

Gif Credit: @nofckingfighting :)

FIC MASTERLIST PART ONE. / PART TWO.

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There was no better love that followed than one with tragedy. Loss. Sorrow. Grief. There was death, an everlasting want for one last touch, a kiss, a desire to put into words these indescribable feelings. Poison lips and infinite wounds, the edge of the universe sliced apart. Too much red. Too much fear. There was a beauty to it all, a want, a romanticized story stitched together, putting it in the heads of children that this what they wanted: to know, at the end of it all, only one is left standing. This wasn't that, though. This wasn't a grave plot for two. This was murder. Homicide. And the knife was in his hands. He could plea all he wanted, try to convince the world he was an innocent man, that the blood on his hands was not yours, but the rest of the worlds, as if there were a difference. He could do all he wanted, but there was no denying it. It didn't matter if he meant to or not, the second you stepped down the aisle, he was leading you to the underworld. A shallow hole in the ground. Your final resting place.

The mother of his child. The love of his life. Time could heal wounds, but he was made of scar tissue. Hard, faint, scared of being ripped open again. Flinching at the sharpest of sounds. He didn't have to question if he'd ever get over her, the answer was clear. To him, to the family, to strangers simply passing on the street. By the grace of God, if he believed in such a thing. Grace. A name that made his gums bleed, his muscles tense, his head ache. His Grace, the woman he was going to spend the rest of his life with. If he'd known she was there, he would have said something. Made a deal with Death herself, someone he'd become an old friend with. Take a walk with her, laugh the way they used to, show her he wasn't scared of her anymore the way he had as a boy. Take him, not her. He was living on borrowed time, regardless. But she was always tricky. Kissing his cheek. Biting his lip. Killing his wife instead.

Like any deal he'd ever made, there were always consequences.

An eye for an eye. A life for a life. A loveless existence for a pretty paycheck.

That's what you were to them. Not flesh and bone, not a person with feelings, memories, you weren't a soul, but money. Paper bills and shiny eyes. An extension of business. A write off they could use later. You would take the Shelby name, binding the families til death would you part, sharing the wealth. Down the aisle, one step in front of the other. There was no one else, but him. A widower, a bachelor, both slept alone in a bed made for two. He refused. Blood boiling. White knuckled. Spine creaking, cracking, threatening to burst. They let him throw his tantrum, his office unrecognizable. Papers torn. Furniture overthrown. Broken glass, whiskey sticky on the floor. They let him brood, seep in his own anger, cook in his disbelief. Gave him space. No one had heard his voice for days, just the tap of his footsteps stalking past them, the smell of cigarettes sewed in his coat, the huff of his breath.

But when the time came, it was his turn to take one for the family.

Drunk because he could be, because it was the only way he could face the day. There was little you knew about him, the man who'd become your husband. A name, followed by gossip. Cheap talk, your mother scolded, whisking you away from the whispers. Nothing to believe, your father insisted. Naive, sheltered, unaware what they said was true. . . He wasn't what you pictured. The days leading up, you had dreams of who you'd find. Dimples? Freckled cheeks? Smile lines? He was none of that, the realization sinking in your gut, slapping you across the face with an open palm, as you made your way down the aisle. In front of you a family you didn't recognize, their eyes burning you alive. He stood before you, unsteady on his feet, the cold of his blood making your skin prickle. Behind his eyes, the storming skies you were sure, in another life, you could have loved, there was nothing. Disdain. Indifference. A hint of hatred.

You wanted to go back to sleep.

Find the man of your dreams and marry him instead.

You could never live up to her name. Finding your place, learning quickly you would never measure up to her. Pictures of her littered around his home, witnessing the slow corrosion of two people. Your wedding day was the last time you got a good look at him. Nights you spent alone, wasting, waiting up for him, knowing he would rather sleep at his desk than look you in the eyes and admit this was a mistake. His boy taken care of by nannies, maids, tutors, the very family that shared his blood. For a home so full, so well staffed, you saw so few faces. A haunted house, there to live, to breathe, but never to be seen, never spoken to, only about. Your name passed around during meetings, mistreated, turned into a fucking joke. Leaving behind your family, your friends, all your loved ones, for what? For this? The ring on your finger made empty promises. It laughed at those stories your mother read when you were a child, mocking you for ever believing in them. It cackled at the sight of an empty bed, of a full glass, at her smile, knowing whoever you were to him, your husband, you'd always be second best. You'd always thought you'd be married to your one true love, your soul mate. Your one chance to spend the rest of your life happily ever after.

Fuck. That.

You didn't want to be her, there was no need. The time alone, the way you hung from his arm at parties and events only to be shaken off the second onlookers were away, given the cold shoulder while he went out for a smoke. How you were hidden away from any business, the business your family was happily paying for, keeping the lights on and his pockets well lined. The snickers and whispers you received from your own family, from the rest of the world, when it was only you and the bottom of a wine bottle on your side to defend yourselves. You could hear them now. Poor thing, what a fool to marry Thomas Shelby. All of it, it made you jaded, jagged. The sweet, innocent, smiling face in those wedding pictures replaced by someone bitter, angrier, someone who was going to put this family in their place, show them you weren't some toy they could throw away after growing bored of.

He didn't love you, you didn't want him to, not anymore, but goddammit you were going to be heard.

[rubbish78]

I’m posting this shit on here because none of my siblings have tumblr lol

And I just wanna djdjdjdjdkjdidjdjd

I guess talk about it

Heidi omg sOOO I saw her back in January when I had a layover in Nashville.

I can’t even list the stupid shit her and Thomas have done between now and when they moved there. They are so bad with money, it honestly comes as no surprise that they are into debt to their eyelids

everytime i hear something about them do i’m like U FOOLSSSS

anyways i’ll just cut to Heidi leaving Thomas.

so she basically packed up half her shit from their apartment and left while he was at work. hes a fucking bouncer at a Nashville bar, i’m saying that with disdain because he’s an idiot for leaving his firefighter job he has had since he was 18. He made good money and enjoyed it but OOOH they had to move to Nashville or whatever to do this stupid realtor scam

sorry i’m getting distracted with a million details why they so dumb. I feel so mean saying it but OMG i could go on for hours

she took half her shit and took a dog!! (they had 2 dogs) and fucking went to Houston???

we were like Houston??? who the fuck does she know in Houston???

also they only have 1 car now (after buying 5 different trucks in the last 2 years) but she didn’t take the car soooo who picked her up??????

cut to 2 weeks ago, Thomas’s friend from Houston and his gf came down to visit them in Nashville. Apparently, heidi and thomas were fighting in front of them and Thomas stormed leaving Heidi with them.

so last saturday this guy from houston and his brother fucking picked up Heidi and packed her shit and she went with him

what the fuck

SHE LITERALLY MET HIM ONCE 2 WEEKS AGO. HE WAS THOMAS’S FRIEND. SHE HAS NEVER MET HIM. YOU PACK YOUR LIFE UP AND LEAVE YOUR HUSBAND WITH SOME DUDE YOU MET ONCE

she texted Sarah and told her to tell Thomas if he called, she was staying with her ??? Sarah is like what the fuck is happening

my dad and step mom were so worried, they called the Houston police to make sure Heidi went willingly. oh yeah she did

when i heard this shit, i was giving Heidi the benefit of the doubt like maybe it was so bad she went with this guy just to escape Thomas???? I believe her when she says Thomas’s drinking got worst in Nashville because I saw it when I visited them. and he has also been lowkey controlling. BUT no Sarah confirmed it, heidi went with the fuckign guy because she likes him

??????? bitch you’re married??????? you can’t just ghost your husband?????? and you guys got serious serious serious serious debt

if i was leaving my husband, I’d go to friends or family????? not a guy I mET ONCEE and wtf happened to his gf??

Sarah is very upset with Heidi and it’s100% valid. “I just got divorced because my husband cheated on me and now my own sister cheated on her husband even after when she saw how much it hurt me. How selfish and unaware are you?”

you have to know Heidi but GOD she’s sOOOO native and tbh I think she might be undiagnosed bi-polar?? like i can’t even explain, her past behavior has been like ???? she’s a sweet girl but????? doens’t think about her actions and how it affects ppl????

Yo, I’m gonna be on Heidi’s side even tho she’s in the wrong. But Thomas ain’t innocent either like what I said above.

oh shit not to mention, apparently she was trying to get pregnant and spent a bunch of money on doctors omg the list can go on and on. also thomas tried to hang himself once last year....so yeah there is a lot TOO MUCHHHHHhh

i swear to god any of you who follow me here and follow me on IG ever screenshot this shit and send it to my siblings I’ll ;lksfjkl;dsjflksdjfl; you. i’m just trying to thinka ls;dkfjlskdjflksdj

My dad and step mom convinced her to come to FL (where they live) for a week at least. They just wanted her out of Houston and yeah fuck that guy who are you????

yeah i’m trying to go to FL after my trip so I’m sure new info will emerge or maybe the info I have isn’t accurate but bitch

bitch what u doin

[jisxs]

ok so i made a separate bio page HERE bc this would’ve been hella long otherwise c: but!! personality wise!! – she can be kinda careful around ppl at first – like, if she doesn’t know u or if you’ve just met, she’ll be pretty quiet and introverted but s u r p r i s e once u get to know her better and she gets comfortable around u, she won’t stop talking! generally, she’s pretty soft around the ppl she knows – if u ask her anything about her family she will straight up lie about it. literally, she will make up smth about a picture perfect family life w caring parents and fun siblings but oops she bought a new phone last week so she doesn’t have any pictures to show u soz – the type to stop and pet every dog she sees tbh. also the type to slap ur arm repeatedly bc there’s a puppy nearby and omg look at it doesn’t it look absolutely adorable?? – she’s v v curious about the world around her, mainly bc while everyone else was out there doing normal teen stuff, going out and having relationships, she was just…observing silently bc she had no time to do any of that :c make her go out more!! take her to cinemas and theatres, take her ice skating ( and teach her how to do it or just laugh as she falls on her ass like a million times ) or a street performance/festival/market and watch her be completely in awe about everything in sight! she will love you a million times more ( plot idea?? ) – alternatively, bc she’s so clueless, she has no idea what’s good for her and what isn’t. if u take her to a party, offer her alcohol/drugs or suggest smth reckless there’s a good chance she’ll say yes?? just bc of sheer curiosity smh – tbh, she can be a bit oblivious when it comes to ppl’s feelings at times :// if someone likes her, god help them bc she will be sO unaware of it it’s actually funny – if she could she’d spend her entire day curled up with a blanket and hot chocolate and marathon movies/tv shows ( she’s a huge harry potter nerd don’t even get her started ) – she’s an art major bc she’s found that it’s the only place she can pour out her emotions freely – that’s why most of her paintings are a complete contrast to her personality, all dark and gloomy :c but!! if she likes u, she’ll draw ur portrait! or she’ll ask u to model and probably make u like … an angel or smth – but!! this girl can hold grudges like no other! do smth to piss her off and tho she might forgive u at some point, there will always be a part of her that looks at u with disdain – bubble tea runs through her veins instead of blood – a HUGE lover of kdramas smh – she doesn’t really?? bother with cooking?? it’s either takeout or ramen noodles all day every day i?? think that’s all i’ve got for now?? if you’d like to plot with this mess or just scream about puppies, bts, exo and so on pls hit me up or just press the lil heart and i’ll slide into ur messages ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[ascendantly]

not to be That Guy but i really wish the fandom would be a little more tactful in discussing noctis’s eating habits

for those who are unaware, picky eating is frequently demonstrated in children and adults with anxiety, and depression can also heavily impact sufferers’ appetites and cravings, etc. disordered eating ( as well as actual eating disorders ) can be a form of coping for some people too, especially when they don’t feel in control of their lives --- food, in fact, is often the one thing they perceive they can control.

i guess i’m just Sensitive(tm) to the topic, but noctis constantly laments the lack of choice in his life and feels trapped wherever he turns. he gets out of the citadel at fifteen only to reside in an apartment complex where there’s a posted guard at the front of the building. ignis ( duty-bound embodiment of so much which noctis disdains ) has keys to his place and keeps noctis to a schedule even when there’s nothing planned ( ignis: “you’re late.” [ some terse dialogue later. ] noctis: “---why’re you here?” ). noctis implies in parting ways that he was excited to drive until he realized he couldn’t just go wherever he wanted. at the risk of beating a dead horse, his personal agency is limited and It’s Not Fun.

but no one can actually force him to eat what he doesn’t want to eat. he has a choice there. also, good time to note that two of noctis’s favorite meals are nods to comfort: the memory lane pastry and the oyakodon/s ( a stretch, but still, the names are uncanny given noctis’s familial woes and you must get one to unlock the other ). you might even add grilled wild barramundi to that list because it’s acquired through fishing/navyth’s fishing plotline, i.e. exploring noctis’s hobby and connection to a fellow enthusiast.

i’ve seen the question posed: how does noctis stay thin when he’s only taking in junk? a lot of physical training, for one. second, noctis would rather sleep than eat. he’ll knock out before meals ( “could crash right here.” ), during meals ( any of the animations where he’s dozing in a chair with a bowl on his knee and a spoon still in his hand ). if he gets really hungry, he’ll snack sometime during the night. priorities, but also? depression. 

while i highly doubt noctis was written with the intention of being Relatable in regards to his eating habits ( + how they reflect on his life, history, wellness ) rather than it all being a Gag, it’s nonetheless easy to read noctis with an unconsciously complex relationship with food. tbh i laugh at 80% of the picky eater noctis memes myself and believe most of noctis’s aversion to vegetables and the like is taste-based ( for example, if you don’t like the taste of coffee, which he doesn’t, then you probably also don’t like spinach or broccoli ), but at the same time, i’m sympathetic to noctis not wanting to eat Certain Things for all of the above. 

tl;dr noctis would like to be in control of his own life and feel good about it but he can’t so he’ll unknowingly settle for comfort food maybe? idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯