#oh god like I recognize things that are probably not normal but I also don't know so they just might be

[buthappysoverrated]

trying to do an edit on tim and. when arlo slapped raylan I didn't even feel a thing. that's. just your parents

[bluetooththereptile]

Black Robin

(Yandere Tim drake x twin brother reader x yandere Bruce Wayne)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Note: I couldn't resist making this, Tim's personality and also Bruce's possessiveness to his adoptive children and sometimes his cold indifference are ripe for making agnst and a good fic!

Summary: Your stubbornness ends tonight, and Bruce will make sure of that.

Tw: mentions of abuse

"Are you out of your mind?!"  you were taken aback by Tim's shout, your eyes widening behind your mask slightly. The always composed and nervous Tim was now yelling at you, well, this was new. You shifted on your feet in the dark place, sighing as you crossed your arms on your chest, trying to not groan since the bruise on your chest hurt to the touch. "Please just spare these words" you grunted, but your response only made Tim more livid, and he took a hold of your jacket, pulling you closer to him "You will come home with me!" He hissed "And that's final!"

You pushed Tim away with a scoff "Woha...easy right there bro, slow down, I'm not coming back, not after finally finding the place I deserve!" Tim couldn't help but let out a forced bitter chuckle "Deserve? Look at you! You're all bruised and battered, wearing a cheap leather jacket and military pants, and your only gadget is probably comms, you are dragging yourself around without proper care and you call it a deserving place?! Is your hatred for me that strong?"

You rolled your eyes, groaning, dear God how many of these conversations you've had already with him? Probably close to a thousand times. "Look, bro, I'm an adult, I can make my own decisions-" "Don't bro me!" Tim's voice echoed in the dark empty alleyway, after the joint mission of Batman and Midnighter, Tim finally after a whole year of not facing you had dragged you away so you could talk.

"I could understand your frustration and anger, I could have tried to make things right, I knew you were by the fact that you were not chosen as the Robin, I can understand that you didn't get enough attention and you wanted to be a hero yourself, but you couldn't leave just like that!" Pushing Tim away from you, you finally snapped "Wait a damn minute!" You took your mask off so you could talk to him properly. Approaching him you looked deep into his eyes, looking at your reflection in them and Tim winced a little at the hint of smoke on your lips, his brows furrowing as he realized what you had been smoking before the mission. You then sighed and looked away, looking down at the puddle of water on the ground. Damn, you were indeed bruised up, you were still a rookie and the hero responsible for you, Midnighter truthfully didn't have many rules for you to follow, just do the things and get them done by any means necessary, I don't care, which meant you had to do everything yourself, ending up as an official mess. In the past year, you had strained yourself so much that you couldn't recognize yourself in the mirror anymore.

Sure you were Tim's identical twin, you looked nearly the same, minus the eyes of course, but you had changed from that, your body had bulked up under the pressure of constant training under Midnighter's eyes and the diet of protein bars, you didn't have time to eat so you had to resort to those, you had forgotten the taste of normal food, yet you refused to complain. The only reason that Midnighter had taken you in was your stubbornness and willpower, no one wanted to take Batman's boy in when the old bat didn't like the idea of it, you had to prove him you were worth taking in. You had to cut your hair short to cut out the water bills, oh right, he didn't pay for you either, you had to work your ass off to make some money for yourself, you just hated working at fast food joints, sometimes you wanted to serve some Karens some of those knuckle sandwiches Midnighter gave you when you messed up. Around your eyes were still smudged with the smoky eye makeup your new friends had put on you for last night's concert, personal hygiene was sort of out of the window for you, but you still kept pushing. You were a mess, but still an independent mess out of Tim's shadow.

"I chose this path and I'm happy with it! It's none of your business anymore!" You finally spoke, "Oh so all of a sudden when you are 18 you can do whatever the hell you want?" Tim sighed as he crossed his arms "Yeah?" You answered, "We both know Bruce had only let you go just to make you realize your place is with the family!" Tim's response wasn't that farfetched, you knew Bruce was capable enough to drag your sulking ass back to the Manor but he had chosen not to, why? You weren't sure, perhaps it was because he wanted to punish you for being too rebellious, the thought made you shudder.

"Whatever..." you waved your hand in the air "You know that I don't want to go back from this path" Tim scoffed "Oh? Being the "Black Robin" is that good?" He teased you about your name, making you let out a soft groan in irritation. Midnighter was mistaken as Batman and now you, as his sidekick, was the black Robin, another mistaken identity, well you did look like Tim, just larger in muscle mass. "Yes, it's better than being compared to you all the time!" You snapped at your twin, making his lips turn into a frown. You had hit a nerve, well it was progress.

"You were always the one that was better, you were the Robin and then the Red Robin, while I had to train harder and harder, watching you get all the attention while I was just there!" You continued "You know it's not true, Bruce adopted you as well, you are still his son! You were not chosen as Robin because he wanted someone more...smart..." You rolled your eyes at that, you had heard all of those excuses so many times, you wanted something more out of your life, and you had decided to get something out of it one way or another.

When Tim was adopted you had dragged along him, but since Bruce needed help, he examined you both but he found Tim more fitting for the role. At first, you were happy for your brother, but as time progressed on, that feeling turned into resentment, Tim was the nervous smart brother, always getting the attention of others, especially Bruce, while you pushed yourself to your limits, yet since you were more capable than your brother, Bruce thought of you more of a pillar of trust for Tim while he wasn't there, but you wanted more, you wanted his attention, his fucking love, you wanted to feel like a true son, so if he didn't want to pay you attention, you'd rebel, and you did it on your 18th birthday, and your life had become a hellish arena after that, but you still kept pushing, unknowingly digging your own grave.

Your bickering with Tim was interrupted by a loud bang, and before you could react Midnighter had been thrown over two buildings, his landing making a hole into the wall close to you and your twin. Who... who had done that?! Who could do that to the superhuman clad in black? Oh no...The soft thud onto the ground and that familiar presence...oh no no no no...it was the big bat himself.

"Shit," you and Tim said in union "language" Bruce's stern voice made you clamp your lips close, you hadn't seen him like that before, his gaze burying deep into your wide eyes as he approached you with that imposing figure. "Black Robin" your hero's name rolled onto his tongue with a dark tone. "How fitting" he continued before he suddenly reached out and grabbed you by your jaws, making your mouth open.

You were too afraid to talk, you knew he wouldn't listen even if you wanted to talk "Three teeth..." Bruce hummed, before tightening his grip, making you let out a soft groan of pain "Cracked jaw..." he added "Muscle tissue of your left eyelid is hurt, your ear is broken and this is just for the head..." he hissed "I had warned him before to not touch any of my boys..." he let go of you but his hand moved to take a hold of your jacket as he looked down at you.

"Malnourished and still high on drugs, what was he thinking?!" He growled before looking up at you again, he leaned closer as he took a sniff of you, his grip tightening even more "And you've been smoking...it's the same brand as he does..."

"B-bat-" "Silence..." Bruce snapped at you, "Being mistaken for me is one thing I can sort of tolerate, but stealing my boy from me is something I can not overlook...look at you Y/N!..." he pulled you closer to him "You are on the path of self-destruction! You are no superhuman, you are a young one in need of care!" Your throat dried up as he spoke, you knew the consequences of your actions were creeping to get closer to you.

Bruce's heart ached at your sight, he shouldn't have let you go, he had thought no one would take you in and within a month you'd be back into his arms, begging for forgiveness and he'd punish you lightly. You reminded him so much of himself, that was why he didn't want you to get into the world of heroes, yet his worst nightmare had happened and you had plunged into the worst scenario head first like a mad bull.

"You're coming home with us" Bruce's words were final as he took you in "H-hey!" You wanted to pull away but his hold was too strong, he didn't bat an eye at your struggles "You need stitches and a new set of teeth, and when you are ready enough, I'll whip you into the right shape of the Black Robin..." his last words made your shudder in fear, he was angry, but deep down, a small part of you was happy that your dad had finally come for you.

You were strapped into the Batmobile and Tim sat close to you, holding onto your arm tightly, you felt something tug on your heart, that look in his eyes, you knew that too well, you were just minutes older than him but he still looked up at you as his older brother, perhaps you'd reconsider your decision and give in...perhaps...only time could tell. 

[evilminji]

Back at it again with the BNHA crossover Ponderings!

Nedzu is LITERALLY one of THE smartest beings on the planet, right? Like... he's probably on some internationally recognized list of Top Planetary IQs? Which is why Japan let's him get away with so much?

Cause they REALLY fucked him over, he has the power to leave, and that would be really, REALLY bad Brain Drain wise/politically for the Japanese Government? (Also pls don't become a Supervillian we literally can not afford that, Mr. Nedzu Sir? Etc etc)

You think he has... like? Chats? With the OTHER top intellects? Some kid in Siberia with the New Super Intelligence Quirk his parents can't begin to even handle, gets put in history's WEIRDEST group chat? I like to think so.

But the REASON I ask this?

What hero do you call? For Weird Shit in international waters?

Suspicious, floating, weirdly two dimensional and HIGHLY radioactive... corrosive... green goop? Rings? Orbs? CAN it be an orb if it's two dimensional? It certainly LOOKS like there is depth to it... somehow...

A THING. In the sky.

Shouldn't be there, man. This is a shipping lane. It's scaring the people on passing ships. No one knows what Quirk could have made this. Might be a trafficking victim's call for help. Might be a first Quirk Use mishap. They need to know what it IS and how to get rid of it.

They go the normal routes first. Doesn't work. Okay, call in some professionals. Kinda pricey, but no big. Right? Doesn't work. Okaaaay, call in a SPECIALIST. REAL pricey, but this thing is holding up international trade, making people in fancy ass suit all Nervous(TM).

Doesn't Work.

Specialist tells um to not to bother with calling anyone else on their normal list. Is looking at the green goo like it spat on his mother and called his dog a whore. They would prefer he NOT make that facial expression. That is a facial expression that will get them yelled at by their bosses. Fuck(TM).

Now Politics(TM) are involved. People want to STUDY the green goo. Harness it for dubious and unknown green goo experiments. Poke it with their Quirk to see what'll happen. There's fuckin REPORTER with no concept of self-preservation, trying to get CLOSER to the RADIOACTIVE POISON GOO.

Fuckin Heros have shown up.

Why are you bastards even HERE. What? Are you peacocks gonna PUNCH it? Get off their rig! Stop posing in front of the GOO!

Then? Oh thank GOD. The SMART people show up. Certified, highest grade, triple refined, PREMIUM Nerds(TM). The WAY above our pay grade folks. We're SAVED! Can we PLEASE go home now? We are just ocean cleaners! Our job is debris! Not weird GOO!

Enter, stage Super Cool Helicopters? The Elite Nerds of Earth. Of which Nedzu is one. Since Japan is closest. And it's a school weekend! He had some time.

And?

Ha ha... Thanks, he hates it! Nedzu's stoat brain is SCREAMING and he wants NOTHING to do with...? What he is somehow CERTAIN is a floating pit of Death! Interesting effect. Anyone getting that or just him?

Then? Some hot head on loan to Korea from the states? Spots something. SomeONE. And does he TELL the newly arrived professionals? So they may do a risk assessment? Figure out a way to rescue this individual SAFELY? Of course not!

Said hot head has supposedly indescribable chains! So he just flings them rights on in! Grabbing the boy from the center of the portal, pulling him free, and in the process? Immediately destabilizing it. Causing it to collapse down towards everyone bellow.

He also then proceeds to DROP the young lad, in his alarm at this entirely predictable outcome.

Right. Into. The Ocean.

A boy, who is dressed in filthy medical scrubs, haunting familiar in a way nothing should EVER be again, and entirely unconscious. Plunge down into the briny deeps and bitter cold. Alone. Abandoned. Death, thick and viscous, losing form and raining down like bile.

Everyone saving themselves.

Ah, he rather liked this suit.

The salt water ruins it. The droplets of Green, burn like molten glass each time they touch him. He will likely have at least a few new scars, after today. Assuming this is not the end of him. But he swims fast. The boy sinking slower then his size would suggest he should. He grabs hold and arcs, dragging them both from beneath the fallout of yet another humans hubris.

He does not stop swimming. Not until he knows he is near the helicopter. He is thankful, that he dragged Aizawa along. The man takes one look at his serious expression, the state of his rescued young friend, and merely hauls them both out of the water and into the machine.

Time to go.

They saw nothing, it seems. And there is nothing to be found.

The boy does not wake. Not for quite a while. Long enough, that Nedzu, perhaps unwisely, has grown attached. Is considering adoption. If only too terrorize a few goverment bodies. And... well... the boy will need some who UNDERSTANDS. And the scars paint a very specific sort of tale. But first, the most important question, when beginning these things...

"Tea? Or would you prefer coffee?"

@the-witchhunter @mutable-manifestation @hypewinter @hdgnj

[sivyera]

Heyy do you accept requests? If you're taking requests can you write Paul Lahote and the imprint female reader? They have been together for a long time and are even thinking of getting married. But one day, while returning from work, the reader is attacked by a vampire and is forced to turn into a vampire... thanks in advance if you write. I love your works~

hope you like it!

undying love

paul lahote x fem!reader (later x vampire!reader)

song - Everlong by Foo Fighters

a/n: e/y = eye color (your eye color btw), Paul's nickname for you is 'dollface'

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Paul thought nothing could surprise him.

He though that after James was killed, it will get better, but oh how he was wrong...

He's running as fast as he could. He felt how the cold air was stabbing his lungs but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was... you.

It was supposed to be a normal day. You were on your way from work with your noon coffee you always bought in the coffee shop near your work. You got into your car and started driving home with your favourite song playing in the background.

As you were drinking your coffee while driving, you were thinking about the love of your life, Paul.

It was still pretty new to you, I mean that vampires and werewolves existed- sorry shape-shifters how Paul always corrected you. For you he was a big puppy, that's it.

Also the imprint thing was new. But honestly this was kinda heart warming, knowing that you are Paul's world.

You were thinking about all the memories you two had. How much fun you had on the beach. How he carried you on his back in his wolf form. All of this and many more crossed your mind which made a smile crawl up your face.

As you were thinking you, you drank your coffee. So you pulled over to the first bin you saw near the road. As you got out of the car you knew something was wrong. You felt weird, like someone was watching you.

You shook off the feeling, telling yourself it was nothing. As you throwed the empty cup into the bin, you turned to go back to your car but you stopped as two crimson red eyes were staring into your soul.

You could recognize those ginger curls everywhere. It was Victoria.

It was a moment and your vision turned black. The last thing you heard was your own cry of pain.

Your cry of pain was also heard by Sam who was checking his territory, he smelled a vampire near by earlier, so he went to check. You were lucky he did.

He ran to help you, but after he arrived, Victoria was god and the venom was spreading fast through your veins. Sam picked you up on his back and started running towards the Cullens.

Why? Because Carlisle was the only one who could help you. As he was getting closer and closer to the Cullens, he howled. To let them know he's coming, also to let know... Paul.

And now we're at the start. Paul is running as fast as he could. He felt how the cold air was stabbing him from the inside of his lungs but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was to get to you.

As Paul arrived to the Cullens, Sam stopped him right before he entered the front door.

"Let me go!" Paul barked.

Sam gave Paul a look that said 'calm down cowboy, don't forget who I am' and stopped him in his tracks once more. "She's gonna need you now" Sam said. That was all he said!

It took Paul's breath away. Was it that bad? Was he late? he rushed into the house while these thoughts were filling his mind.

Carlisle walked towards Paul the minute he pushed the door open. He gave him a assuring smile that you survived. "How is she?" Paul asked impatienly.

His eyes twitched everywhere around the room, looking for you but you weren't there. Carlisle was probably having you in his tentative doctor's office he had in the house.

"She survived but it was too late even for me... the venom spread through her veins before even Sam found her, she's gonna be a vampire" Carlisle answered to Paul.

Paul was speechless. You were what?! You gonna be a vampire?!

"That's not possible! She's my imprint!" Paul argued.

Carlisle smiled and placed a comfort hand on his shoulder. He understood why Paul was so angry. He had a problem with controling his anger and vampires with shape-shifters were long time enemies.

"That doesn't change anything. She's still your imprint, she can be as a vampire." Carlisle said as he point at the door of the room you were in.

This was all Paul needed to hear. Without another word he rushed into that room and closed the door behind him.

He then turned and saw you laying on a beautifully made bed. He walked closer to you, he noticed how your skin was pale and you looked bit underweight.

It was horrifying to see you like this. He took your now cold hand and stroked it with his fingers.

He then sat down, next to you and he wasn't going to leave you until you woke up.

Two days passed and you finally opened your eyes. You felt something warm wrapped around your left hand, When you opened your eyes and looked down to see what that warm thing is, you saw sleeping Paul holding your hand in his.

You smiled as you saw this, he really was a sweetheart inside. He cared for you deeply and he loved you more then anyone else in this world.

Paul noticed how you moved which made his head shoot up in the air. He then saw your smiling face looking at him, but instead your beautiful e/c, his brown eye met your blood red ones.

But he had to admit you looked really hot with them. After all he was happy that you are alive.

"I missed you dollface." He said as he placed a deep kiss on your cold lips.

It sent a cold chill down through his spine as your lips touched his. It was somehow a rush of adrenaline, he loved it. He waited few extra seconds in that kiss before you broke it.

"I missed you too." You answered with a smile.

Paul laughed as he saw you smile. He helped you slowly sit up so you won't get dizzy as he was looking at your new appearance. He then smirked to himself as he quickly went back to his normal flirty self.

"You look hot." He said as he was looking up and down at you.

You didn't look that sick anymore, not so underweight. The two days really did good on you. You skin was like glass, cold and fragile.

You rolled your eyes and smacked his biceps as you heard him say that. He just laughed, finding this more and more funny. After few seconds of laughing, he took your chin into his hand and kissed you.

"I love you." He said as he broke the kiss.

This kiss made you melt into his touch. He was so warm, so cozy, he felt like home. You smiled into the kiss and after few seconds, you answered.

"I love you too" You said as you pulled him into another, now more messier kiss.

[returnsandreturns]

they get high and also honest

(i don't KNOW where aziraphale read about shotgunning but it had to happen. also maybe continue on and put this on ao3?)

--

“It was wonderful to see Adam again, wasn’t it?” Aziraphale says.

“Mmm, yes,” Crowley says, unenthusiastically. “Did you understand a word he said?” 

“Oh, not a word,” Aziraphale breathes, relieved.

“He’s just a kid,” Crowley says, then laughs, surprising himself. “That’s kind of–nice, actually. After everything.” 

“It is nice,” Aziraphale says, smiling before he walks past him to lock the door to the shop. “Although, he’s really a teenager more than a kid. The smell alone.”

“Smell of hormones,” Crowley says, “and energy drinks and Snapchat and–” 

“Marijuana,” Aziraphale says, surprised, and Crowley turns to see him bent down and picking up a small plastic bag folded in half. “I thought I recognized the smell.” 

“Why did you recognize it?” Crowley asks, squinting at him, gasping when Aziraphale looks nothing but coy. "Have you partaken, angel?" 

“. . .you know that period in the seventies where we didn’t really speak much?” Aziraphale asks, apparently waiting for Crowley’s hesitant nod before he goes on. “I spent quite a lot of it. . .thinking. And smoking, on occasion. Medicinally." 

“For what ailment?” Crowley asks, laughing.  

“Spot of depression,” Aziraphale says, simply, no emotions on his face besides a small and, frankly, suspicious smile.

“Why were you depressed?” Crowley asks, with every emotion visible on his face, probably. He might not have been the best person to turn to in the event of an emotional crisis but he would have tried. Things got strange and tense after the holy water–perhaps, more specifically, after Aziraphale gently turned him down when he didn’t even know what he was asking for. He wanted to give him his space. Slow down. 

In 1972, he bought the newest Bowie album and fell asleep to Starman playing in the background. He woke up two years later, paced up and down Aziraphale’s street fifty times, caught eyes with him through the window for just a moment before he ran off. He bought a copy of Diamond Dogs from the record store nearby then went back to his flat and slept for the majority of the decade. 

Aziraphale wrinkles his nose, stares somewhere over Crowley’s shoulder for a long moment before he meets his eyes and says, softly, “We didn’t speak at all that decade, did we?”

“We had lunch once,” Crowley says, feeling like his heart is entirely too aware of this whole situation, wanting to touch him but not sure where, “in 1972.” 

“Of course,” Aziraphale says, after a beat, like he’s remembering how painfully awkward it was just trying to be whatever their brand of normal was. “Would you–would you like to smoke with me, perhaps? It would be wrong to give it back to Adam and encourage the behavior. But it's. . .also wrong to let it go to waste, don’t you think?” 

“For the record, this is not what I expected to happen today,” Crowley says, smiling, “but sure, angel. Let’s smoke, I guess.” 

*** 

When they’re upstairs, Aziraphale makes sure that the smoke will not penetrate anything to reach the books downstairs or leave a lingering smell, sitting Crowley down on the small sofa to watch as he digs around and eventually pulls out a delicate looking glass pipe. It looks brand new, no burns at all, milky white with pale blue flowers painted on it. 

Aziraphale is silent as he neatly packs the pipe and barely rubs his thumb over the rim of it to light it.  

“For you,” he says, offering it to Crowley before sitting next to him, just an inch or two between them. 

Crowley coughs as soon as he takes a hit, turning into a laugh when he sees Aziraphale watching him kind of smugly. 

“Don’t judge me, angel,” he says, handing him the pipe. “I’ve hardly done this. Apparently been living a pure and righteous existence compared to you." 

“And God said, behold,” Aziraphale says, solemnly, “I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the–” 

“Oh, don’t quote Genesis at me, you bastard,” Crowley says, nudging him gently. “I was there.” 

Aziraphale takes a hit and Crowley watches every godforsaken second of it, allowing himself the indiscretion given the context, taking in the sight of the pipe parting Aziraphale’s lips and his eye fluttering shut and the long lingering moment of peace before he slowly blows the smoke out. 

“You’re, uh,” Crowley says, faintly. “You’re good at that.” 

“How so?” Aziraphale asks, happily. 

“Well, you look good,” Crowley clarifies, freezing until Aziraphale blushes and looks even more pleased with himself. “What am I doing wrong?” 

“You need to take it slower, I think,” Aziraphale says, relighting it and biting his lip for a distracting moment before he asks, “May I?” and lifts the pipe to Crowley’s mouth. 

“. . .uh huh,” Crowley says, shocked at Aziraphale’s soft fingers touching his jaw to keep him still but immediately listening when he tells him to breathe in slowly and tells him when to stop. 

“Hold it in,” Aziraphale says, softly, setting the pipe carefully on the table before resting a hand on Crowley’s chest like he wants to feel his breathing. “Now breathe out, dear.” 

It’s definitely smoother.

“There you are,” Aziraphale says, satisfied. 

“Here I am,” Crowley says, thoroughly shaken. 

*** 

Crowley manages to get Aziraphale to do it one more time, just to be safe, before he takes a hit on his own and already feels like he’s melting into the sofa, staring shamelessly when Aziraphale shifts forward to pull off his jacket and waistcoat. 

Aziraphile slowly rolls up his sleeves and unbuttons exactly one button. 

"A bit stifled," he says, sitting back again, leaning against Crowley heavily. 

"Sure," Crowley says, swallowing hard. "Am I meant to be feeling it much yet?" 

"It may take some time," Aziraphale says, smiling sideways at him. "How are you feeling now?" 

"Good," Crowley says, smiling back because he can't help himself. "Very good." 

***

"You did not," Crowley says, grinning. 

"I did," Aziraphale says, laughing. "And I was never welcome at Buckingham Palace again." 

"You fascinate me," Crowley says, without a hint of sarcasm. 

At some point, he was down to a black t-shirt and jeans, everything else abandoned on the floor with Aziraphale's clothing. It is an unfamiliar sight that he can't stop glancing down at. 

At another point, his arm found its way around Aziraphale's shoulders, then his waist instead, and Aziraphale just cuddled close instead of commenting on it. It feels like time is moving differently and like he's breathing under water and, ultimately, like they can be what they want to be without driving away the urge with stupid fears. He can't hold onto a thought for very long other than how good he feels. It's lovely. 

"What are you thinking about?" Aziraphale asks, lifting his head, after they've both gone silent. 

". . .when you said I went too fast, in my car all those years ago," he says, because that's been on his mind ever since. "What did you think I wanted?" 

"Oh," Aziraphale says, softly. "Well, I thought maybe it was. . .what I wanted, as well. What I was trying not to want." 

"Angel," Crowley says. He really wants a straight answer for once, something other than wait and see and lingering looks, but then Aziraphale is relighting the pipe. 

"Let me try something," he says. "I've never done it but I've read–well, just breathe in when our mouths touch, dear." 

Crowley watches Aziraphale take another hit, feeling paralyzed for just a moment when Aziraphale slides fingers into hair to hold him in place before he's leaning in so they're pressed together as he slots his mouth over Crowley's and breathes out slowly. 

Crowley doesn't cough at all this time and Aziraphale stays right there, touches their foreheads together, murmurs his name like a goddamn blessing. 

"I want you," Crowley says, breathlessly, winding his arms around Aziraphale like he might change his mind. "Please, angel, please-can I have you?" 

Every word and every kiss that Aziraphale gives him after feels like it will linger forever, hovering around in the air between them, a gentle buzzing under his skin. He is feeling everything so much. 

"Yes," Aziraphale says, kissing his mouth. "Yes, anything you want." His cheek. "My beautiful boy." The tip of his nose. "So brave." 

"Dunno about brave," Crowley murmurs. 

"For me, you are," Aziraphale says, stroking his cheek. "You always have been." 

Crowley would do anything for him. If being brave is part of that, maybe he is. 

They kiss for an indeterminate amount of time, Aziraphale mostly in his lap, until Aziraphale pulls away just enough to murmur, "Should we sober up, darling? Maybe talk?" 

" I'd like to touch you a while longer," Crowley admits, brushing fingers down Aziraphale's throat, tracing down underneath his loose collar. "I think I might be braver this way, actually." 

Aziraphale smiles down at him warmly and starts to unbutton the rest of his shirt. 

[fictionfixations]

masquerade malleus vignette

(spoilers for glorious masquerade)

aww

i refuse to believe lilia is oblivious enough not to notice that they dont like his cooking

..although solomon (from obey me) doesnt notice either iirc, but i mean..

..sebek. in a vignette, you literally got his help in cleaning a stain from malleus' labcoat???

...i never thought id hear azul say those words.... what?????

i dont know how it didnt hit me until now but the only reason rollo's plan in glorious masquerade failed was because he was so insistent on having malleus there and taking away all his power and shit?? like. cause. none of us had enough magic to actually overpower the fire lotuses(? i cant remember what they were called), although yuu would be able to make it through with no magic how could we even fight rollo at the end??

and at the point it reaches malleus and he could do something about it, it'd be too late?? because i REALLY doubt he has enough to reach all of those flowers and with enough to completely fry them out. and i doubt the bell would reach it by then.

silver...

is azul even human?? im like pretty sure-ish he's not human. not even half human. just entirely sea creature with a human-like body to probably be treated more normally and not hunted for sport/food through evolution shit idfk (like. idk im pretty sure its a thing where pets look so much cuter to cause us to take them in and shit.)

anyway im just imagining sebek talking azul's ear off about how great malleus is because he finally has a buddy who understands and therefore would be willing to listen to him talk for hours straight about malleus's greatness. AND APPRECIATE IT. HAUIHDSUIhd and azuls just like ………………….. floyd and jade laughing at him from a distance azul sets sebek on them like 'i think those two should come to learn about malleus's brilliance, don't you think? after all, as my colleagues, it is such a shame that they don't share my admiration for malleus, and i am unsure how to put it into words, as malleus himself is so magnificent that even words fail to describe him properly. so sebek, my fellow appreciator, would you lend me your aid in helping them grow to appreciate his brilliance?' okay i ran out of words and started repeating them because ic ant be bothered to look up for synonyms, im not THAT into it okay

ahhh so it is a fleur city song i wasnt sure. ive read in fics that it was, but it was also those fics where songs either have power, or yuu knows a bunch of disney songs that are considered 'forbidden/forgotten songs' or something like that and i cant remember which it was

actually if they put in all that work beforehand i think i get why they were so insistent on waiting for rollo to either confess or not AFTER the social ball and after they left and everything LMFAO

they suddenly changed into their school uniforms (still in diasomnia)

i honestly wouldnt know if id trust lilia that much but sure (i hope it doesnt turn to perfectionism levels tho)

first time we encounter italicized text i think. huh.

lmfao

oh my god (no but why choose idia at that point?? is it cuz his voice meshes well with them??)

ayoo its playing the make a wish (i think thats what the song is called) instrumental in the bg ive heard it way too many times not to recognize it (and sung along. its so fucking cool)

damn

my hands are actually protesting now ah geez (i took a break)

I GOT SO DISTRACTED BY DEUCE (i was re-experiencing enjoying looking at everyones costumes again) I AM AN IDIOT (its lower in opacity to show you that you're on it in the editor)

ooh

i didnt notice the insert paragraph im sorry lMFAO but id forget if i didnt SS it then

ooh some malleus riddle bonding

AH ITS A YUU JUMPSCARE

that seriously startled me like suddenly i just hear footsteps and then BOOM OPTIONS

ayooo malleus and yuu dancing

(alsoo yuu and deuce dancing :D)

WOOO

okay. now.

i feel like. im doing really good progress tackling all the vignettes (currently in EN. after that's GloMas, & Book 6 and 7. ive been avoiding it because not all of the Backgrounds exist, and GloMas has options with completely different dialogue which I can't see them all. i have three different videos of GloMas gameplay but they dont show all options...). all thats remaining is azul's tsumsitter (i have a vid of his vignette. ..i just dont like doing the tsum ones because i never know how to describe the tsum moving) vil birthday bloom (i FOUND A VIDEO finally oh my god. i love doing birthday vignettes) malleus dorm uniform (I have a vid) sebek new year (i have a vid) grim labcoat (i have a vid)

and then the rabbit costume ones which all of them have vignettes iirc and i have videos for all of them (i actually just found them as i was writing this. thank you god. they have no views tho geez. wonder if that means vil birthday bloom exists in a video but just wont appear. this is future me. ...i have been blessed with vil birthday bloom.)

[marshmellopie]

YOU THERE

Give me your spamton headcanons! Any kind!

loki i love you so much you don't know how much i've been wanting to share my headcanons oh my GOD [scans over my 20+ page headcanon doc]

putting it under the cut because it's a lot of random stuff, i didn't categorize anything so there might be whiplash between everything:

– Five feet tall, previously 5'10 when he was still an Addison. I made Puppet Spam was 4'5 for the longest time, but I decided to say fuck it and make him taller. Still short in terms of Cyber City residents though, I like to imagine normal Addisons are around 6ft.

– I sometimes forget to draw it and I can't really animate it consistently, but his knuckles are constantly bruised because he keeps punching things whenever he's angry. Experiences really severe temper tantrums/outbursts and usually resorts to violence.

– Do not touch his fucking hair if he doesn’t know you. He’ll legitimately plan your murder if you cut any of it off– and that’s not a hyperbole. He can’t grow it back and his hair is his pride and joy, so he will genuinely track you down and rip your goddamn soul out of your chest. It's also permanently black (besides the grey but that's from stress), he changed his coding when he was famous to have black hair. Could've been reversible, but some things kinda stuck after he fucked himself up and became a doll.

– Weird mixture of Addison and mannequin. Mysteriously fell incredibly ill with a virus that was destroying his coding after his phone went dead silent, and became desperate to the point of converting his remaining data into an inanimate object. Kind of like converting a PDF into a JPEG with the compressed quality and all. Kinda iffy with this one and not really canon-inspired, I swap between him gradually and suddenly turning into a puppet. Used to base it off the Acid Theory but I'm tryna be creative sjfkdsjf he did probably fall in/get pushed a few times but it didn't burn him to the point of no return, it definitely stung though

– Blurry vision in both eyes because he had the audacity to peek into the Shadow Crystal multiple times. Hacked his glasses to somewhat correct it, but it only works to a certain extent.

– Talks through a voice box. He really doesn't need to move his mouth at all to speak and has limited range of motion (he can't close his mouth all the way and has no tongue), but he tries to purely out of habit.

– gayest man in cyber city

– Eats basically anything. From spaghetti-code to cardboard, his body is kind of forced to digest all of it, but it obviously hurts him if it's not supposed to be eaten.

– Sometimes doesn't recognize his own reflection.

– Riddled with viruses for so long that he probably wouldn't ever be able to get rid of them. He could probably minimize them if he got treatment, but only to an extent. They're a permanent part of him now.

– His nose is simultaneously the strongest and weakest part of his body. Either pierces through metal or bends like a bendy straw depending on if you throw him or just lightly poke it.

– Terrifyingly amazing aim. Can throw a pipis at a specific target without much thought. His pipis explode.

– Calmed down a bit as the years went on (because he lost hope LMAO), which isn't saying much considering he's still extremely rabid. Was extremely volatile when he first decided to give up the good life and live in the dumpster. Frequently tried to break into the mansion, probably stole a few cars, mugged a few Plugboys, picked fights with other malware on the streets. He still continues to do these things, of course, but to a lesser degree.

– Spiteful cunt. Wrong him once and he'll never forget your name. Rarely apologizes even if he's in the wrong.

– Can't say names properly unless he's being completely serious.

– Upholds his end of most deals, but words himself carefully so that if what he has to bring to the table isn't up to par with what the other person asked of him (which is 99% of the time), he can easily swindle his way out of it. No refunds on the sword. It's broken? I told you that. Cut anything, two pieces. You heard me clearly, and you obviously had no qualms with it from what I could tell. (Except he'd say that in a really fucked up and more condescending way.)

– Constantly hears static, but it grows and fades depending on his mood.

– Laughs at the most inconvenient times. Someone's threatening him? He'll chuckle. He's nervous? A little giggle. He just received some devastating news? Roaring laughter.

– Very unreliable narrator and storyteller. Tends to exaggerate things that have happened to him (doesn't mean that he didn't go through some wild shit though).

– Doesn't celebrate his birthday, for obvious loneliness and conflicting self-resentment reasons. Also because he doesn't keep track of the time. He don't know what day it is fam.

– Can mimic voices really well, though he still retains that bitcrushed/noisy overlay and the ad pop-ups.

– Tends to chew on things occasionally as a nervous habit. He doesn't exactly have a tongue, so he instead picks up random small items scattered around (ie. a pencil) and chews on them. Worst case scenario he just grinds his teeth together.

– Gestures with his hands a lot when he speaks. It literally looks like he's going through an emote hotbar. Also very expressive when it comes to his face, despite rarely being able to frown properly. You can garner a lot about his mood from his glasses.

– Mostly bark over bite. Tends to make empty threats a lot when he's startled in hopes his loudness will be intimidating, but will indeed bite if he needs to… or wants to. Sometimes there’s no bark at all, and he’ll literally bite.

– Has a weird fascination with shiny objects. He steals many things that seem valuable or visually appealing and hoards them in his shop.

– Once you put the KEYGEN into NEO, it takes a little bit for him to actually take over the body because he's transferring his data onto it. Permanently. Even when he becomes small Spamton again, he's permanently linked to the machine now, so he can change into it at will. Technically not at will because he has trouble controlling it, but you get what I mean.

this was insanely long but thank you for letting me ramble <3

[iamgodsoopsie]

Astarion Headcanons (that you probably won't like) Pt. 3:

Part 1 link

Part 2 link

More Astarion headcanons that are mostly me projecting onto a fictional character to help me process my own trauma!

BG3 does an excellent job at depicting SA trauma and the beginning of the healing process/journey. Many of the headcanons I've seen floating around (intentionally or unintentionally) gloss over the uglier side of healing from (prolonged) trauma. I'm not judging anyone for magically healing him, he's fictional after all, but I'd like to make some more ...realistic... headcanons.

Disclaimer: Everyone's healing process looks different, but they tend share commonalities. These headcanons are based on my own experiences. Not everyone who is healing from their trauma will experience what I have or have experienced it like I have.

[Please don't message me with explicit details about your trauma. I am at the point in my healing journey where I can share my experiences, and commiserate with other's similar experiences, but I am unable to support others in a more personal manner at this time. I wish you the best of luck in your healing process/ journey.]

Spoiler warning

Mental illness, SA, & SH (suicidal ideation) Trigger Warnings: More descriptive and potentially triggering than part 1, but about equal to part 2.

These headcanons are based on an Astarion who is still a spawn and romantically involved with a Tav who honestly loves him and isn't abusive or manipulative. Also Cazador is dead and Astarion got to stab him. They also assume that he himself does not turn into Cazador 2.0 or wish.com Cazador.

Have things been going well for awhile? Is he reclaiming his sexuality at an exponential rate? Does he think he's practically conquered his trauma?

-> If you said 'Yes' to any of the questions above, then be ready for: A trigger he didn't know he had hitting him out of no where and setting his mental health on fire.

->-> If he's at a place in his healing journey that he is able to recognize what happening and use his healthy coping tools/ honest communication to process his unexpected emotional (maybe literal) flashback then it'll be a not fun time for him, but he'll get through it fairly quickly with minimal mental damage.

->->-> If this happens closer to the beginning of his healing journey then be ready for him to spiral and catastrophize. He'll insist that he'll never truly be free of Cazador, that he's broken, that he isn't allowed to be happy, etc. All you can really do during this time is be there for him. Reassure him that you love him and that you believe that he will get better.

->↑ This is a normal part of the healing process, it's shitty and God-awful- but it gets easier to manage and happens less frequently over time.

Even if he weren't an immortal vampire he's still a high-elf and will probably outlive you. And boy oh boy the pressure he's going to put himself under to hurry up and heal is going to be immense AND counterproductive!

-> Poor bby is terrified that he'll finally be happy only for it to be ripped away from him.

->-> Him rushing his healing will only make it harder for him to heal, and he knows this. But Gods damn it all he can't seem to shake the feeling that he's running out of time (okay Hamilton).

->->-> I gotta be honest, I have no fucking clue how to help him with this. I suppose that the only thing you can do is love him with the time ya'll have.

->->->-> TBH I can see him deciding that he'll KHS when you die. I know you have the best intentions, but asking him to live for you after your gone will (probably) be perceived as very manipulative.

->↑ I honestly don't think ya'll are going to come to an agreement on this if you're vehemently against the notion. It may be best to make your preference known and then leave the topic alone- as pressing it will only cause him to double down. (After 200 years of not being allowed to make any decisions for himself, he's not going to let anyone tell him how to 'live' or die).

Surviving "200 years of shit, PURE. SHIT!" had to have been exhausting. And healing from trauma is exhausting. All Astarion wants to do is rest but he feels that he can't truly rest until he heals from his trauma and he's so damn tired and has to keep dealing with this shit and he really wants to give up somedays but he'll be damned if he lets Cazador 'win'.

->↑ Healing is hard work. But it is so damn worth it.

I'll go back and edit any grammar and spelling mistakes later, but I'd really like to post this now.

[facets-and-rainbows]

Blue Exorcist 147 summary

The official translation is delayed relative to the raws this month so I get to paraphrase a chapter just like old times! The nostalgia!

Fairly detailed spoilers and no images:

Asmodeus goes on about how Shura is full of contradictions (young but also somehow aged, cold like ice but with a burning passion, full of life but death has always been close by) and says she's his type (ewwwww) Shura says Asmodeus is not her type, sorry, and shoots him full of icicles XD He tells her to go deeper with it (eeeewwwwwwwww), the pain makes him feel alive

Rin and Yukio have another round of "BUT SHURA!" "BUT THE WHOLE MISSION!" and the mission wins out They safely make it to the door with the rest of the team, but the door won't open normally so we've got some kind of RPG style door puzzle on our hands Yukio sees the L (probably Left) and R (probably right) on the doors but that doesn't explain THAT MESSED UP LITTLE DISPLAY OVER THERE So the real question is what on EARTH does the bleeding corpse suspended over a meat grinder with the inscription "VL" mean Yukio and Neuhaus together wonder if the V is roman numeral 5 and 5L means you have to give it five liters of blood (one person's worth) to open it They get as far as wondering if you could just borrow like a freshly dead corpse from the battlefield, (they're not using their blood anymore, does it HAVE to be fresh?) before Rin is like….yeah we could take a look at the whole thing from above first though? Heh I think Rin is using fire to burn some footholds as he and Yukio climb? (Edit: wait I'm dumb it's Satan's fire, I already forgot that the walls burn you when you try to climb them lol) Yukio showed off his fireproofness and Rin was all impressed and Yukio very nearly almost smiled

MEANWHILE Amon is struggling with Osceola more than he thought In fact, the fight has damaged/destroyed his emerald ring! His 10.8 carat emerald ring!! Tragic He stomps on Osceola brutally while yelling THAT WAS WORTH MORE THAN YOUR DUMB HUMAN LIFE and OH JESUS IS THAT A DISEMBODIED ARM My Concern For Osceola Gauge just spiked again guys Katoh please he's two days from retirement!! Amon decides screw it, he's just gonna blow everything up at this point. Apparently being a sun god comes with the ability to go supernova and be reborn later (Huh! The sun disk over his head is his demon heart! and he's able to shatter it and have it reform) It'll take like ten minutes for this drama man to do his drama thing so let's cut back to the kids

Rin and Yukio find that the door leads to a bottomless pit even if you DO get it open So what gives? L might be "left" but what's the V? Rin observes that there's some patterns/symbols/something on the ground. Yukio recognizes them as Indo-Arabic numerals. V is 7. So I guess the seventh symbol on the left is the real door. They go there and find a little hidden entrance. No blood sacrifice required! The weird meat machine is a gross red herring! I feel like this is a lil jab at the first anime ending XD

On the way to bring everyone to the entrance, we run into This Asshole Again ("BUT SHURA!" "BUT THE WHOLE MISSION!") Asmodeus says that it's a pretty sweet gig, being a demon of his or Amon's level. Easy to find hosts and they don't disintegrate too fast. But BECAUSE of that, you don't REALLY get to feel alive (He shoots nasty energy beams at the kids and Shura defends them as he's saying this) Asmodeus says that pain and fear and despair are all proof that you're alive! And he can live vicariously through Shura by making her feel these things! Ew!

Cliffhanger on him winding up to kill someone or other in front of an exhausted Shura, while Osceola tries to stand up Osceola is just absolutely maxing out my Concern For Osceola Gauge in that last panel. Concern levels are off the charts here

[howdoesagrapewrites]

Hey 👋

I was wondering if you would do a part 2 to 𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘 [𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙫𝙚𝙧] were maybe we fall into his universe and we meet or he falls into our universe 😊

Anyway have a good morning/afternoon/night

𝙇𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝘼𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

Cw: Miles Morales x gn!reader, injured reader, disruption of what the canon e-1218 is meant to be (I don't think anyone cares tho), also ignoring that you'd die if you were in the wrong dimension,

Notes: it was really hard to decide if Miles or the reader should be the one to switch universes, but it would probably be angsty if Miles were the one to do that. I published this on accident and I almost killed myself (also Tumblr ate half the post but anyways it looks better short) now it's ready to read!!!

It was a normal wednesday for spiderman, swinging around on patrol, saving some innocent citizen from getting robbed, it seemed like today was going to be a nice relaxed day,no epic fight, no batshit crazy villains with weird plans, oh wait, there's one, it's Doctor Octopus again.

You start swinging, you shot a web at one of the robotic tentacles, Doc Ock emerges from one a rooftop, controller in hand, for what you fear to be some kind of explosive, or worse.

"And I was out here thinking an apple a day would keep you away!" You playfully say as you try to use your webs to snatch the controller, your spidey senses start to tingle, and you swing to dodge a projectile from The Prowler, you keep swinging but you feel your web break, your vision becomes blurry, you try with all your strength to stay up, claw your way into a safe place, but all becomes numb, you feel like pressure being applied to each one of your cells, your body is disarming, rearranging itself, and you are left defenseless to this void.

You wake up next a pizza place, resting in the sidewalk like a homeless person, you fear for the worst and look for signs of doc ock's win, but you find nothing. You look around and recognize Brooklyn, but there's something off about it, not to brag, but you're pretty recognized as spiderman in your world, and now it seems like there's no trace of you, in shop windows where merch of you used to be, now there's nothing, and when you want to shoot your webs to swing and find more information, there's also nothing. You check the rest of your powers, superhuman hearing? Nope, superhuman smell? Nope, superhuman strength? Nope, webs? You already checked they weren't there, venom? Wait- your tongue starts exploring your mouth and feeling your teeth, where there was once sharp fangs, now there's normal teeth. They're still on the longer side, but it's so normal. You've been to the spider society, you know there's an infinite number or possibilities, but you've never heard of anything like this, losing not only your powers but also changing your anatomy. You tried to climb a building with your claws, but you cringed and hissed at the sharp pain of your fingernails being met with cement, this seems to finally help you sink that in. You're human, you, Y/N, are no longer spiderman.

You're still in your suit, now rendered useless, you have no clothes, so you're forced to walk through the streets like this, god, you never stopped to think that this suit looked great swinging, and simply ridiculous when you're waiting for the lighting to change to cross the street.

Your spidey sense hasn't left you, but you fear it will soon, so when it tells you to go to visions academy, you simply listen to it and follow blindly, ignoring that you don't even have a phone to check the time, this could be your only chance. You finally arrive and it tells to go a specific dorm room, number 16-10. When you finally get to the academy, it's closed (of course it is, it's the middle of the night). You wonder if there's any way to get to the dorms without getting in legal trouble, now that you don't have webs or powers. The only thing you manage to do, is to jump a fence and get on school grounds, you sit on the grass, and take off your mask. You breathe some fresh air, and as guilty as that makes you feel, you feel relaxed. Superhuman senses are great when you're a superhero, but you weren't a hero 24/7 and at times it felt simply, too much; it was overwhelming when you could sense everything but couldn't process it all, when you were burned out and exhausted, and you could only hear the noise of the city. And now, you didn't listen to anything but your own breathing and heartbeat, there was still some car sounds here and there, but nothing close to what you're used to. You cry, you don't know what Dr Octopus is doing in your dimension, what's happening to your loved ones, and you don't know if there's a way to go back or not, what if you're stuck? Unknown, unnamed, you don't even have a document to prove you exist, no family, no allies, no frien-

"Morales! It's always you trying to sneak out in that stupid costume! Go back to your dorm or I'm calling your parents" a guard yells, you put your mask back on at lighting speed so you can impersonate this Miles guy. You give a thumbs up to the guard and run to look for a door to the dorms, you get lost quite a few times, but you finally find the 16-10 room. You carefully open up, waiting for a friendly face to greet you at the door, you're so desperate that even Miguel O'Hara would count as a friendly face.

But you're met with only darkness (you forgot how normal people saw in the dark without night vision), and you trip over something, it's loud. You hear someone stir in bed and get a little scared, your spidey sense wouldn't lead you somewhere dangerous, right? You make another step, praying this one won't be a disaster. Which clearly didn't work, because the noise is metallic and strident, the two people obviously wake up, and turn on the light, you freeze, getting ready in case you need to fight (at least the muscle memory it's still there). The room lights up and you see a teenager around you age, black hair round face, and he reaches for his glasses in the night table. He opens his eyes wide and starts screaming.

"WHAT THE FUCK WHO ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU DRESSED AS SPIDERMAN???!!!!" His screams wake up his roommate, who reacts just as dramatically, you cover your ears and wonder why your spidey sense would lead you to terrorize two high school boys instead of giving you a way home. You keep your hands where they can see them, and wait for them to calm down, you breathe and try to voice what's happening to you.

"I need help..." You take off your mask, maybe in an effort to look less intimidating, maybe to acknowledge that is useless in this situation.

They seem even more shaken.

Why do you look like that, is that you? Is this a cosplay, why? Why are you here? It can't be...

This is going to be the ride of your lives.

>Miles believes you when he hears your story, he figured no one would be insane enough to pull something like this, but also because he'd believe you if you said the earth was flat if you look at him with those eyes

>You liked Miles' friends, they were all very nice to you, and fun to be around

>My boy is RUNNING to hide the atrocious amount of merch he has of you, he wouldn't want you to think it's weird

>His roommate was named Ganke and he was a really cool guy, and he had no problem with the person from another universe living in his room, which says a lot. He also enjoyed flustering Miles with your presence

>You learned you had a lot of media portraying you, it honestly felt like a violation of privacy, but hey, it is what it is

>"Wait, why is there so many pages of MJ dumping me?, we get it, you don't have to humiliate me like this, Wonder comics"

>He brings you homework from his classes so you can feel like you're learning and not stalling around

>You are not confined to the dorm room, but you can't be seen on school, you're not a student.

>Miles borrowed you his clothes since you didn't have any, and omg he almost died of a heart attack seeing you in his clothes

>He's like his normal obvious self but even worse, there's no way to not realize he likes you

>You still don't, because you feel like Miles just admires you because of those comics

>And he's cute and attentive, you'd like for him to notice you as a person and not a work of fiction

>You slept with Miles one time, it was really cold and your air mattress and covers weren't doing it, so you asked if you could sleep with him

>He offered to give up his bed completely, but you said you wouldn't do that to him.

>Miles stared at you for almost the whole night

>You look so much better in his bed that in any art he's ever seen of you.

[haystarlight]

Okay but I can't stop thinking about this

Obviously, back in Ancient Greece, there were no options like we have today. Sex resulting in a child was unpreventable. So the gods really couldn't do anything about the demigod children because goodness knows they're not gonna stop falling in love with mortals.

But things are different now and I wonder about how the invention of contraceptives and the facilitation/legalization of abortion (in some places, at least) would affect the gods.

(longer discussion under the "keep reading", content warning for talk of abortion, sex and how shitty some male gods are)

(Athena doesn't facture in because her method of making demigods is batshit, this is for the demigods that were made with sex) (and for The Big Three, more specifically)

Like I talked with my partner the other day and he says he thinks it's totally possible to abort a demigod fetus and I agreed with him. Because, even though they're stronger than normal humans, half-bloods can definitely die. So, if you were pregnant with a half-blood fetus, I think you *could* abort it like a normal human one.

HOWEVER

What would the god dad think about that. Would they be, like, offended that a mere mortal would have the gall to reject a gift from a god? would they try to punish the mortal for not wanting the demigod fetus? would they see it as "impertinent"?

Or would they be relieved like "oh nice! one less half-blood child to worry about!"?

I'm especially thinking about Zeus, Poseidon and Hades. Obviously. Because they're the ones that made a promise not to have more babies. The others made no such promises but, in their case, you'd think preventing the birth would be in their best interest, right? because you're helping them keep their promise? they should be happy, right?

But, then again, the gods are irrational a lot of the time.

Also, condoms.

Idk if god sperm would be stronger than human sperm. Like, maybe there's a chance the condom wouldn't work to stop it (they do sometimes fail, after all, "only 97% effective" and all that). But this is assuming condoms can stop even god sperm.

Again, you think The Big Three would be like "awesome! a way to keep my promise of no more kids and still have sex!" or would they be like those dude bros that don't like wearing condoms cause "they're too small for me!!!" (shut up they're not)

I'm thinking Zeus at least gives definitely the "I would never wear a condom how dare you" vibe.

Tbh, maybe the gods should try seeking out mortals that already have their tubes tied. That sounds like a plan.

Also for not-maiden goddesses like Aphrodite and Demeter, for example. You think they can just, you know, decide not to get pregnant? cause they're goddesses, maybe they can just do that? tho, since they don't have an oath that tells them not to, they probably don't care enough to decide to not get pregnant anyway?

Also, wild to think the kids whose godly parent is their mom get recognized as demigods from birth, that's crazy.

Also also, I think I remember one character in the books that's a child of Apollo with another man. Which it's cool for the queer representation but also HOW. Like... Rick, is Apollo mpreg canon in the books?! RICK?!

(I'm sure if you ask Rick all this, he just says "I write these books for kids, please leave me alone" but THE WORLD NEEDS TO KNOW)

(I'm pro choice, in case that wasn't totally clear. I'm not saying mortals should be punished for not wanting demigod kids (which is a fictional thing anyways). Of course not. I was just wondering what would the gods think of that)

[dark-night-hero]

What are your thoughts and opinions on kenma meeting his future s/o on a genshin stream where kenma excepted a co-op request and little does he know that reader is on the other side video taping her reaction with kenma

OMG HAHA So here's the thing with a twist.

Imagine Kozume Kenma meeting his significant other for the first time on a special genshin Impact co-op stream.

Imagine you, how just happened to got home with the help of your relatives manage to got home safe from a family gathering that day.

Imagine going home sober enough to remember you haven't done your commissions and daily routine on genshin Impact. So you sat there in front of your computer, looking at the clock which says 9:00 pm. You still have enough time to do your routines.

Imagine leaning back in your gaming chair, sober enough to do your commission and routine as long as you don't stand up because might as well black out on the spot. Anyways!

Imagine farming for Cyno and Heizou, having one of your daily routine was to farm for those guys and their freaking scarab beetles and onikabuto. It was like hell, going through the desert, mountains and forest, it requires a lot of patience and which you obviously lack nevertheless you still farm for those two annoying materials.

Imagine farming those two hellish material and never just stopping at your own world, not till you manage to farm at least 50-60 per day so it goes without saying that you do co-op.

"Kozu- kodzuken??" You were tired, sober enough to do your commission but tipsy enough not to recognize your favorite streamer. "Kodzuken??? Why does this sounds so familiar. I swear to god I've heard this somewhere." You frown but eventually shrug it off, wanting to finish farming so you could just go to sleep in peace.

Another player wants to join your game. Allow?

Puddin

Lv. 55

Imagine the look of amusement on Kenma's face as he read the following username on his screen, the first thing that came to notif him upon allowing world requests on his settings in order to play with one lucky fan which happened to be you.

Imagine him expecting to get boomerang with endless of questions and probably fan simping behavior upon seeing three dots as he opened the chat box on the co-op chat when he end up letting out a laugh once the message revealed itself.

Puddin: Hi

Puddin: Please.. Please tell me you've unlock all your way points in sumeru.

Puddin: Also that you haven't farm for scarab beetles and onibakuto.

Puddin: Oh honestly nevermind that, can I have some of your scarab beetles? Please? This is literally the 6th world I've join and they haven't unlocked the desert region yet.

Imagine the way his super chat as well as the normal chat explode in laughs and disbelief as well as a bit of disappointment but as they say Kodzuken chuckle, no, laugh in surprise. They have all forgotten about you who looks like they don't even know what they were doing and to whom world they are currently in.

Kodzuken: No I haven't farm yet.

Kodzuken: And yes, I have unlocked all way points in the game.

Kodzuken: And yes again, you can go ahead and catch some scarab beetles.

Puddin: *sends venti sticker

Puddin: oh my goodness finally!

Puddin: Thank you very much! I hope you sleep well todayyy YAY

Puddin: *sends another venti sticker

Imagine the way he let out another laugh chuckle upon seeing your reply in which he find cute for some reasons. It looks like to him, as well as his viewers that you have no absolute idea what was happening on his side right now in which he find absolutely hilarious.

Kodzuken: Do you need some help?

Puddin: Nah I can do this.

Imagine as his character watch you from afar in the desert. He could not help but to smile as he watch you going around looking for your materials in which doesn't seem to appear. Well, you aren't in the farming spot after all.

Kodzuken: Are you sure do don't need some help?

Imagine the silence after that, the way your character just stand in there. Eventually three dots starts to appear.

Puddin: Please.. Do show me the way hehe.

Imagine the way he once again let out a chuckle, his viewers taking a note of how many times have he showed that beautiful smile in this stream right now, the way his super chat explode when he does.

Imagine him helping you throughout the stream as the two of you wander your way on the desert, mostly because you seems to have forgotten where to farm as Kenma lead you the way to catch some beetles. It goes the same when you went to collect the onibakuto.

Imagine as time flies, both of you not realizing how long the two of you were in co-op until his alarm rings, it's time for him to end the stream, he does have an afternoon classes the day after.

Puddin: Awww really? Well I guess its a miracle I last this long.

Kodzuken: Hm? What makes you say that?

Puddin: I was just planning to farm on your world but we end up taking down a few weakly bosses too.

Kodzuken: You mean weekly?

Puddin: Nah it's weakly because they're weak

Puddin: *Sends Mona stickers

Puddin: Oh right. You have a nice name, it's cool.

Kodzuken: Thank you, it's not my real name though haha

Puddin: Really? What a shame..

Puddin: But you know what, it sounds familiar.

Imagine the way he put up his interest, running his stream a little longer knowing something fun was about to come.

Kodzuken: What sounds familiar?

Puddin: Your name. It sounds really familiar.

Kodzuken: Just familiar?

Kodzuken: *Send sucrose sticker

Puddin: You know what, forget it. I'll remember it when I'm sober enough.

Puddin: Well then I'm going to sleep, you too sleep well! Thank you for letting me farm on your world, may the character you're trying to pull go home to you :))

Imagine the moment of silence not only in Kenma's streaming room but also on his stream chat box before it explodes again as he started laughing for real. They were drunk this whole time? It's so fucking hilarious he couldn't help it.

"Ah it's been a while since I had a good laugh fufu." Kenma spoke with a soft sigh, ending his stream in the following minutes then afterwards going through his recent player interaction.

Imagine waking up the day after thinking anything was normal, having no lectures for today, the first thing you did was to open your gadget only to notice how many messages were went into you as well as the notification of Kodzuken stream yesterday in which you have missed.

Imagine deciding to shrug it off as you once again went to open Genshin Impact thinking of the commissions you have missed yesterday as well as your farming. The first thing you notice was a friend request.

Kodzuken

Lv. 60

Imagine thinking it was some sort of joke, your friends do know that you idolize the guy. Without much thought about it, you clicked the accept button. Soon enough you received a message.

Kodzuken: I'm guessing you're sober enough to recognize me? Puddin.

Puddin: Huh?

Kodzuken: You haven't watched the stream yet?

Imagine the look of confusion on your face, wanting to curse whoever this person is for making you confuse and rethink your life choices the day before.

Puddin: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Puddin: *Send Sucrose sticker

Kodzuken: Watch the stream then

Kodzuken: *Send Kaeya sticker

Puddin: Stream? What stream? Who's stream?

Kodzuken: Mine.

Puddin: Hah, very funny.

Kodzuken: I'm not kidding though?

Kodzuken: Why don't you check it? You got nothing to lose

Kodzuken: *Send Qiqi sticker

Imagine the horrified look on your face, not knowing if being flustered or passing out would be the best for you right now. After all Kodzuken looks like he has having fun with you all throughout the stream.

Kodzuken: You've been unresponsive for a while now, I'm guessing you've finally watch it?

Puddin: *Send Qiqi sticker

Puddin: *Send Amber sticker

Puddin: Holy **** I'm so ******* embarrassed

Puddin: *Send Amber sticker

Kodzuken: hahahaha rest assured I had fun.

Kodzuken: *Sends Kazuha sticker

Kodzuken: Also can I join your world?

Puddin: Do you need something?

Kodzuke: Nah, I just want to.

Imagine the way your hear skipped a beat and as if giving you no time to adjust, a request made its way in your screen.

Another player wants to join your game. Allow?

Kodzuken

Lv. 60

Accept || Decline

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2022°

[the-heart-of-a-monster]

When I first read this my first thought was, "Nooooooooo Chip you don't have to you can stay with Sonado- I mean Sonic and Shadow-" But then I stopped to think about things and honestly? This is probably one of Chip's smartest decisions yet.

Chip, as of right now, hasn't really provided too much to his new group of friends other than being like a little angel on their shoulders to encourage them. Chip doesn't see his efforts as very beneficial to Sonic and Shadow, and their growing bond is accidentally tearing him apart from the two. He's slowly but surely losing his sense of meaning, losing his determination and hope.

TL;DR, Chip feels left out and doesn't feel like he's providing enough overall.

However, Chip is recognizing that with the others, he feels a lot more happy and a lot more helpful. He has much more determination at the thought of joining Tails and Knuckles on their journey to wherever, (I forgot what they're doing and I don't have time to go back and check) and he knows this. Chip recognizes that he isn't as needed with Sonic and Shadow anymore, and if you combine that with the fact that he just got reprimanded by Shadow for the very first time, well... He would just like to get along with the others for now.

While this is a relatively disappointing revelation for Sonic and Shadow, since we know it was never their intention to hurt Chip and make him feel this way, it's a smart decision overall and we should be happy for Chip for making this choice. It's surprisingly mature for someone who just started his physical existence like a week or two ago.

I do feel really bad or double S though because I can only imagine how guilty they must feel about this situation. Sonic especially! Poor guy's already got enough going on and now his adorable travel buddy is ditching him.

Speaking of Sonic, one thing I noticed is that one panel where it shows the bottom of his new shoes. The long, yellow spikes represent Sonic's current physical and emotional state. Sonic feels ugly, both inside and out, due to his constant Werehog state that he turns into at nighttime. He doesn't feel right, like something is tearing him apart bit by bit until he inevitably suffocates and dies. This feeling is represented in the sharpness and ugliness of the spikes, if it's not just the fact that they are spikes in general. Because spikes, as we know in Sonic games, aren't really insta-kills, but they hurt like hell! In a more realistic setting like this one where taking damage is the equivalent to getting realistically injured, (lol I said realistic twice) spikes obviously hurt way more than they do in-game. This panel shows that Sonic is in pain internally due to the amount of spikes, and this allegory is amplified with the look and feel of them. It doesn't help that they are a part of Sonic now, being attached to his shoes and all. This also represents the way that these spikes, or this undeniable ugliness that Sonic feels, is a part of him now. At least until he takes the shoes off, which will likely be after the whole Dark Gaia situation, in which he may put his normal shoes back on.

TL;DR (again) there is a ton of symbolism in just one panel that shows the bottom of Sonic's shoes and I spend way too much time analyzing it all.

There's so much more I wanna talk about with just this panel alone but this is getting really long and I am in the MIDDLE OF CLASS so I should probably continue this later. Thanks for reading and I really like your comic! (Can you tell)

I THOUGHT I REPLIED TO THIS OH MY GOD

PLEASE KNOW THAT I READ THIS BACK THEN AND I READ IT AGAIN AND IT MAKES ME VERY HAPY AND IM SUPER INTERESTED IN HEARING ALL UR OTHER THEORIES IN THE FUTURE AS WELL

[starlight-vixen-emiko]

Bunny!Viperion AU - Unfinished

ao3 ff.net

Just when things couldn't get more stressful for Luka, he lost his bracelet and Sass and couldn't patrol with the other heroes today.

Just last week, a giant marshmallow peep Akuma nearly put all of Paris in peril, so Master Fu told the young heroes to do more patrols.

The mysterious mastermind behind all these Akuma attacks seemed hellbent on making Easter the most dreadful holiday of the year, and God only knew what Akuma was coming next. After all this, Luka just had to lose Sass!

But Luka didn't have time to sit on the sidelines when everyone could be attacked on Easter while they were having fun, so he had to improvise.

Against his better judgment, he sneaked into Master Fu's house and decided to "borrow" another kwami. But it appeared that a certain kwami with fluffy white bunny ears chose him first.

The bunny kwami could give the user the ability to make time burrows. She recognized Luka as Sass's Master and almost encouraged him to choose her.

But Luka was interested in something other than borrowing Bunnyx's pesky kwami.

Maybe Trixx, the fox kwami, would be more viable since Sass wasn't just the kwami he was connected to but also one of his dearest friends.

But the little bunny kwami insisted and glared at him.

And as much as Luka wouldn't be a pushover, the bunny kwami activated the transformation sequence without his command. Luka fell to his knees and grunted, and the bunny kwami snickered in amusement. Then Luka finally managed to look himself in the mirror,

He thought he looked absolutely ridiculous! The blue highlights in his hair were more defined, but dressing up as a white and blue striped bunny wasn't his usual style.

"Get used to it, Master! You said you wanted to make sure Easter was safe for everyone!" The bunny kwami cried.

Luka clenched his teeth.

"This isn't what I meant!"

~~~~~

Although Luka had to admit burrowing was slightly more efficient than transporting in and out, he wanted to avoid patrolling looking like this!

Besides, everything was normal. Children played in the park and enjoyed the nice weather while vendors sold snacks and balloons. Chat Noir was swaggering himself out while entertaining the kids.

Luka was disgusted that Chat Noir was doing the annual "Let's see how many marshmallow peeps can fit in this bad kitty's mouth!"

Yup! Everything was 100% normal.

"Don't let your guard down, master!" Cried the bunny kwami.

Luka scoffed, but once again, the bunny kwami was playing backseat driver and caused a burrow to manifest under him, which he fell into.

When Chat Noir was done with the marshmallow peep-eating contest, he helped give out balloons to the children. He nearly fell over and lost all the balloons when a boy in a bunny suit appeared before him. All the children were in shock too and sadly, Luka couldn't escape this.

"Whoa! Are you a new hero, mister?" Asked one of the children.

"Your bunny suit is really cute," another child said.

Luka couldn't bring himself to say anything, but Chat Noir smiled sheepishly and tried to change the subject.

"Haha! Yeah! He's helping me right now, kids, but can you kids go and make a few sand castles? I need to speak with my colleague."

"Ok Chat Noir!"

Thankfully, the children did just that. Some were curious and enchanted by Luka's adorable bunny costume, but they followed Chat Noir's orders. They would probably be able to spend time with the new bunny hero later anyway…

Luka blushed and looked away. "Thanks for that Chat…"

Chat Noir blinked. "Have we met dude?"

Luka had the most unpleasant look as he brushed the sand off him from his landing. "No…"

But Chat couldn't help but get a closer look at him, and it all clicked.

"Wait…..Viperion???"

Luka slapped his forehead, and Chat Noir had to use all his power not to laugh.

"Bro, what the hell?" Chat Noir gaped. "Should I ask?"

Luka gave Chat Noir the abridged version about how he lost Sass and how the bunny kwami hijacked him.

"Oh! I see…" Chat Noir stroked his chin, but then he gave Viperion a thumbs-up in approval. "Well, you look good Vivi! You never looked better!"

"Shut up!" Bunny Viperion deadpanned.

Chat Noir again decided to smooth things over by placing his hand on Viperion's shoulder.

"No really Vi, it's as if the Universe called you for this. Besides, the kids will adore you for the Easter events."

Viperion rolled his eyes. And Chat Noir placed his fist on his chest.

"Really, Vi, being a hero is more than just punching stuff. It's community service."

Viperion sighed. But Chat Noir couldn't help but notice something.

"See! The girls are helping out too!"

Viperion thought he was going to have a heart attack. Yes, the girls were here, Mylene, Rose, and Juleka. Alya, Kagami, and Viperion was horrified to see Marinette here as well.

Viperion just wanted to burrow himself into a mountain and hide, but on the upside, Marinette would probably not even recognize him.

"Ok, if you are not up for this, then maybe you should leave quickly and get yourself a different kwami; I got this place handled," Chat Noir said.

Little did both boys know that Marinette was heading over, and a familiar-looking boy in a stylish blue and white bunny costume caught her eye.

Marinette wasn't expecting the hero of the bunny miraculous to show up today. But she supposed it was fitting because it was Easter. Then again, she remembered her notes and knew the bunny miraculous hero creates time burrows. And she didn't remember the bunny miraculous hero being a boy with highlights in his hair and eyes like jewels. Wait a moment…

Marinette couldn't contain herself and ran over to the familiar boy.

"Viperion???"

Viperion and Chat Noir both winced, and Viperion thought that if the Universe was messing with him, this wasn't just a bad comedy but a cruel joke!

But Viperion could not turn away when he saw Marinette Dupain-Cheng happily running toward him. Instead of the beautiful artist girl being flustered by his heroic persona, it was his turn to be absolutely flustered. She was still as sincere as ever as she stopped before him and smiled, looking enchanted.

"Viperion, you didn't tell me you would be here today. And dressed up as the bunny hero as well. You look so cute!"

"I…" Viperion said.

Chat Noir was stuck in the middle, watching how this romantic comedy would play out.

"I was required to use the bunny Miraculous today," Viperion swallowed. "Because Easter!" he blurted.

Marinette grabbed her sketchbook out of her tote bag and started to sketch. "Well, you look absolutely adorable. I love it so much!"

Viperion blushed and quickly placed his hand over his lips.

"Wait!" Marinette cried as she swapped her sketchbook for her phone. "May I please get a photo?"

"Um…" Viperion blushed. "I would like that, Marinette."

"Yay!"

Chat Noir blinked in response.

But Marinette was over the moon taking pictures of the adorable bunny hero. Viperion actually managed to genuinely smile. And a cheeky Chat Noir photobombed one of the photos.

"Marinette! Please help us out! Don't ditch us, girl!" Alya cried from a distance.

Marinette giggled as she slipped her photo back into her bag. "Thank you so much, Viperion! I need to head back to work now, but I am so happy you'll be with us for the event."

Marinette's friends called her again. Marinette ran off, but not before turning back at Viperion, waving, and heading back to the girls.

Viperion waved back as he watched her go. Chat Noir walked up to him and gave him a smug grin.

"So, did you change your mind, Bunny bro?"

Viperion's teeth clenched at the thought, but now he felt his obligation as a hero kicking in.

"Fine!" Viperion cried. "I'll do it for Miss Dupain-Cheng!"

And then Viperion's ears nearly blew out when Chat Noir set off a party popper.

"That's the spirit!"

[haywire-hetfield]

I would read the babytallica hetrich dissertation 👀👀 - 🐈‍⬛

Oh, anon. I'm too drunk to get me started on anything. I will try to condense my thoughts. This will also probably just be a lot of headcanons I have. I love them, don't at me. I will also sprinkle in photos I love of them

-First things first, James is attracted first. I don't care what anyone says. He may not realize that's what he's feeling, but it is. Lars is so different from anything he's ever known and that intrigues him a lot.

-Also, the fact James was working in a sticker factory when he met Lars. If anyone loves rich x poor fics, there you go. That's prime real estate right there.

-Lars is also so helplessly down bad for James. He recognizes what it is, though.

-He sees James with his clumsy hands and his stupid smile and his acne-covered cheeks and he's SO in love with him.

-Thinking so so heavily about James fighting for Lars. Obviously there's the physical element, but also him fighting for Lars emotionally. God, thinking about him defending Lars' honor and sticking up for him. Thinking about him making fun of Lars so much, but the second anyone else does? He's swinging.

-I also am in love with the idea of Lars patching James up after a fight.

-Another idea that's on my mind is Lars piercing James' nose for him. I miss nose piercing James. (I also think Dave is a good candidate for this in a different era, but don't get me started on babytallica hetstaine, chriiiiist)

-Thinking about James not really understanding what he feels, but flocking to Lars anyway. It's totally normal to have one guy that you find beautiful and want to cuddle with at night, and are always in sync with. That's just having a best friend, right?

-Thinking about them watching shitty movies together and cuddling with each other, things are just easy. They're laughing and joking and everything seems so simple for them.

-Also thinking about them fighting and they're so close that they know every button to push. James being more silent anger and Lars being more explosive anger, thinking especially about Lars screaming in James' face and him just not reacting.

-Them getting really good at reading each other. They know when the other actually means something and when they're just saying it. In fights, it can help keep feelings from getting actually hurt.

-They give golden retriever x black cat energy. Where James keeps Lars from getting physically hurt, I feel like Lars keeps him from getting emotionally/mentally hurt. I think you can see it a lot in interviews where Lars tends to step in for James. He steps in for James a lot, keeping him from doing things that he's afraid of.

-I also think there should be more focus on them being a toxic couple together. Fics tend to write one or the other being more "toxic" or "worse" but I think at their worst times, they were just as bad as one another.

-I think they enabled each other a lot in their worst times, specifically thinking about kicking Dave out and bullying Jason.

-They also 100% lost their virginity to the other, you can't change my mind.

-Also, I think Lars is the one who got James used to affection.

-There was a period of time when they weren't together, mostly due to James' own internalized homophobia and issues.

-During this time, I think Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad describes them pretty well,

"I want you, I need you, but there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you. Now don't be sad 'cause two out of three ain't bad."

-They'd ultimately make up and be more open to their own feelings.

-I think them being together would be an open secret, you know? They've never told anyone, but everyone in their lives just KNOW

So, in conclusion

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

ONLY FRIENDS EP 8 Thoughts

The scene with Cheum and April is cute and everything but it super hilights that Cheum doesn't really care about Ray. Because "A good boy as turned into a shitty one" I'M SORRY!! He is more like Ray so now he is shitty?? Is this behiavior only ok when Ray does it??? Did they just give up?? If this is is so shitty then why are they still friends with Ray??

Oh Sand. He looks like the perfect picture for disappointed but not suprised. I recognize that particular brand of resignation, from one poor person to another.

That little moment of esitation on Ray's part, he was hoping that Sand would light his cigarette again.

This interaction is so different from all the other ones. It's colder a little bit. Like not even the one in the pool bar when Sand told Ray about the tape was this cold. It's like Sand put all his walls back up, and probably some new ones.

The way eyes were wet when Sand asked that question. And Sand is just congratulation also with wet eyes. HUGH!!!!!

Such a waste of Time!!! AHHHHHH!!! Sand is talking about himself!!! He was a waste of time!!!!!!!!! My baby!!!

I love that Ray can tell that Sand is not ok and asks. But all of his walls are back up. So of course Sand says he is ok. He has a hard time admitting needing help in normal circumstances.

Look at how hopeful Ray is when he asks to still be friends. My heart.

Brutal! Deserved. But Brutal!!

When I'm with you I'm so happy!!!! OMG!! They are trying to kill me.

There was a moment when it almost worked on Sand. He was softening ever so slighty. But then he resisted. I'm so proud of him. I know it's not gonna last long. But still.

You might even be happier!! Nooo Sand don't sell yourself short like this!!!

Let me go already!!

OH NO!! The fight between Yo and his boyfriend!! AHHHH. That was in the MV but I'm not ready.

She scared you dumbass!!!!!!!!!!!! I know he is confused and being broken up with. But still.

Breaking up before he can break up with her, because at least like that she in control. :(((((((

That was a good hug. First looks like he gives great hugs.

Mew is not happy. He is definately depressed and using Ray to feel something. And Ray is too happy to finally get this to notice. Because if he noticed then he will see it's nto working. And then what??

Top!! Look at him he is all hurt and in pain. He is so pathethic I love him so much.

Top knows he is not happy. He can see it. He is not blinded by the happiness like Ray is.

See he is with him because Ray is safe. At least he doesn't lie to me.

THE UNI FIGHT!!!!!

Sand is so suprisded to see him. He immidiately wants to leave.

Ray is being all cute again. And Sand is trying so hard to be strong. SO HARD!!!

God!! Ray is putting out all the stops here. BE STRONG SAND!! SAY NO!!!

So kindergardeners in the trailer is probably Ray's social work. I bet one of the parents there is going to Sand's dad.

Look at Ray go. He is laying it on thick!!!!!!!

Sand is wavering. It's wokring. BE STRONG SAND!!!! He wavered. This is not the uni fight. But they will have that fight in that room, probably in a different episode.

Cheum is so worried about Mew that I understand why she wasn't more angry for longer. She also wants the old Mew back.

I do believe him.

NICKKK!!! Sneaky way to ask if he is single.

I'm not sure if this is giving me creepy vibes or not.

He must be his senior at his Uni department. And look at that he is single too. What a coincidence.

He was definately flirting.

Finally Title.

Really Boston you don't know???

Do I sense a hook up?? That is going to be a thing isn't???

Mew wants to change, because everything reminds him Top, of who he was before. Of the person Top broke.

Let's hire a DJ so I don't have to look at Sand while I'm trying to be happy to finally have you. I SEE YOU RAY!!

I love this scene. Where they all get the invite. Wonderful.

He didn't want to kiss Ray when they were alone but he kissed him in front of Top.

If Ray was sober he probably would have noticed.

Cheum invited Top. Sticking up for him. Hoping they get back together or just that he helps her get the old Mew back

Cheum really doesn't care that much for Ray does she. He is fun to party with. But now suddenly Mew is doing it too so it's wrong.

Also they are all a mess.

Sand went because Nick wanted to go but didn't want to go alone!! That's so cute. They are the only good friends in this show.

Didn't we agree to move on together??? You are not doing a great job either Sand. Who said yes to help Ray with singing to the kids???

Ouch. Once again deserved. But ouch.

Sand should punch him in the face for this bullshit.

YEP YEP YEP YEP!! It's happening!!!!! I knew it. How long did you know you liked Men that's where it starts.

ATOM YOUR SISTER IS GAY HOW ARE YOU SUPRISED BY THIS????????????????

Cheum arrived and put a stop to it. But it will for sure happen.

The treath was there. It was subtle but it was there.

Mew is so broken.

YEPPPPPPP I knew that was gonna happen as soon as I saw the cops in the trailer. He is bribing them.

Oh this hurts.

Top is with Mew, Ray is alone. Cheum and April are together. And Nick and Sand are going home alone. Nick is sad. I love that Sand didn't stay with Ray.

BOSTON AND ATOM!!! I love the fact that Boston has this little moments with Atom all night where it looks like Atom is hangling for something and Boston is hesitating a little. Because even if they are in a fight that is his friend little brother. ATOM WANTS TO EXPIREMENT!!! And Boston will not be the bigger man for long. Not is sex is on the table!!!!!!!

PREVIEW

Daddy Dan!!!!!

Boston and Atom!!

Mew and Ray definately break up. Probably at the start of the episode. It's probably going to be a mutual it's not working converstation.

Mew is still not totally the old Mew. But he and Top seem to be back together in a very non healthy way. That was also in the MV now that I think about it. Them dating but not totally trusting each other.

The UNI FIGHT. And a confession.