#ohhhhh he is the only boy in the world....

[larsnicklas]

prince of sweden! prince of my heart!

[jakowskis]

"i hated owen for all/most of s1 i only started liking him in s2" weak. i liked owen since he got choked against a wall by an angry woman and then told her he wanted to shag her immediately afterwards. and then even more when he spent ep3 trying to intimidate and murder a rapist

[lume-nosity]

if they get isekai’d to our world

characters: tighnari, nilou, yun jin, eula, aether, lumine, heizou, kazuha, xiao

genre: fluff

an: this is completely self indulgent and i may make a part 2 of this when i’m feeling up for it. take this post before i vanish again for the week. i’ll see you all again on the weekends <3

notes: not proofread, gender neutral reader, swearing, written in hc form so it’s short/weird, reverse isekai trope, written in one day

reblogs are appreciated!

trusting tighnari with your plants.

he’s experienced in the botanical area, so have him tend to them. it’ll also give him an opportunity to study/observe said plant(s), so just have him watch your plants when you don’t have the time. he’ll be very happy.

but if he finds out that you haven’t been caring for them before the isekai fiasco, he will scold you. and then give you a lecture on why and how you should care for them.

if you have like a book on plants/biology/anything plant related, he’ll be thrilled to read such a book from you. he will spend sleepless nights reading it, and you have to remind him to take it easy.

nilou, yun jin, and eula playing just dance.

nilou’s having a great time, ended up getting high scores while eula is flustered but she still maintains her graceful stature when dancing.

eula didn’t want to play at first because she’s suspicious of the game, but she was dragged into playing so she didn’t have any other choice. she ended up liking it but of course she doesn’t admit it. and yun jin is just glad she gets to be a part of it.

all of you are dancing the night away frfr

having venti listen to your playlists.

as it’s known, he knows every song in existence. but listening to your playlists, he’s surprised he’s never heard of such a tune before. because, you know, he’s not from your world.

but even so, it reels him in wanting more. so he begs you to borrow your phone to listen to your playlists, especially new ones you just made.

when you left your phone somewhere unattended and venti came across it, he looked both sides before snagging your phone off of its place to listen to your playlists in secret. ehe.

aether & lumine being your errand buddies.

if you’re planning to go out to run an errand like buying groceries or something, these two are the first ones to volunteer to help. i know they do everything in teyvat; doing shit for everyone and all that but this is different. when they got isekai’d, they’re reunited! (i’m going to ignore the abyss sibling bullshit okay let me write in peace i want these two to be happy)

so they’re returning the favor by assisting you in anything! even in your house, they still help you with chores and whatnot! which made you worry for them, so you’ve decided to arrange a time where you all could sit and chat. they talked about their journeys to other worlds, and you could listen to them talk for hours.

introducing heizou to true crime documentaries.

ohhhhh boy you know he will binge the SHIT out of them. now that he doesn’t have to deal with missing pets, he has something interesting to indulge himself in.

he ends up figuring out who’s the culprit before the show could even reveal who. which shocks you, if you’re the type to take a long time trying to connect the dots.

if you show him some unsolved cases, you know damn well he’ll look/watch into it. you have a smart detective on your hands, and if he ends up solving them as well, you must be writhing in pride that you and heizou are the only ones who know the truth.

kazuha asking you to go out on a stroll from time to time.

one time when he accompanies you and your errand buddies because he wants to see what your world looks like in addition to lending another hand, he wants to see that again. the wind, the sky, the view, all of that. it’s all unique to him.

so, expect him to ask you if you’d like to go out on a little stroll for a while. it’s an excuse for him to feel what your world would be like, to digest its features and compliment it all in a poetic sense.

most likely points out the colors of the leaves you guys walk by. he’s just blabbering about nature while you’re out here digesting his words and your mind turns into an actual tree from listening.

teaching xiao everything you know about your world.

yes, this seems bland, but listen. xiao is oblivious to how teyvat works in terms of tradition/humans, and now that he’s isekai’d to your world, you have to teach this poor innocent individual.

he needs information in order to adapt to this new world he’s not familiar with, knowing there’s not really a way out.

xiao is listening intently and nodding to everything you say, asking questions at the same time.

this isn’t part of the headcanon, but he’s also cautious when you say you’re going to go out at night especially when aether & lumine are busy with other matters. if that were to happen he will be the one to step in. no danger will befall you when you have a yaksha by your side.

[tmntxthings]

Ok so, hi! I hope you're doing well! I really really like your blog and was wondering if you're still taking requests? If your not thats completely fine.

but If you are could you please please do a the rise boys with a reader who's like their little sister? i cannot for the lofe of me find very many of these, and I adore them.

Your writting is AMAZING btw! Make sure to eat food, drink water, and get some sleep! <3

Big Brothers

author’s notes: :D am i doing requests still? …yes?! it may not seem like it but I look over them all… just lacking in the motivation department rn, esp with this semester, but booyakasha we ball xD thanks for requesting <3 author's note 2.0: I wrote Raph's part in JANUARY and i finally finally finally had the will power to finish Mikey's tonight, the semester is over yayyyyyyy!! Hopefully my motivation will rejuvenate and I'll be writing way more consistently... hopefully lollll hope you enjoy~~

warnings: none to note, unedited, mayhaps a curse word ?

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Raph

Where do I begin? He’s always the type to protect those around him. It doesn’t matter whether you’re just a regular citizen or someone he knows and loves, this turtle will protect all! He’s got a big heart.

Much like April you stumbled into the boys life at an early age. Yet unlike her, you were younger than the entire group. As a tot, Raph made sure you were never left behind, hiking you up on his shoulders along with Mikey.

Both of you giggling about the height and saying “look look I’m flyingggg!!” making superhero poses, just the works. Standard oldest brother material. He was still a kid too so there were some accidents, of course you fell off once or twice.

But he was quick to distract you from any boo-boo’s, swooping you back into his arms and snuggling his head close profusely apologizing for getting a little too rowdy. “Don’t cry!! Look Raph’s gotcha! All safe and sound!”

“Does it hurt bad? Let’s go get patched up by Lee hmmm? Raph bet’s he has the prettiest bandaids for you!”

If the group is playing a competitive game, like tag or hide & seek, Raph’s making sure you’re having a fun time. Not feeling left out or being picked on too much. In tag he may run a little slower so you are able to catch him, he would happily be ‘it’ a thousand times if it meant you beamed that mischievous smile. “Tag Raphie!!! Hehehe”

In hide & seek he’ll hide with you or better yet find you the best spots to hide. “Okay Raph’s going hide now too, goodluck and don’t make any noise!!”

As the group grows from tots to teens and the world isn’t as sparkly, and dangers lurk every corner Raph becomes more concerned with your safety. Though there’s not much he can do while your at school, any time you hang out with the bros other than the lab he’s always got a watchful eye.

“Ohhhhh guys look at this!!” Window shopping being one of your favorite past times as they walk the streets of NYC. Raph can’t help but call out for you to “Wait!” or “Watch out!” Something about those sidewalks cracks that always trip you up. And don’t even get Raph started on how many times you’ve bounded ahead of the group only to get lost.

“C’mere you!” Raph’s pulling you close and giving you a noogie. Definitely not caring as you screech about your hair. “What’d I tell ya about running off??” He continues messing with you until you either slip out of his grip or call out mercy. “You had me worried!” He breathed out with a stern look. “Awww Raphie I’m not little anymore!” You teased, but to him you’d always be his little sister. Just like Mikey would never escape being the little brother.

Leo

Oh my lord the trouble you two get into. Pranks? Yeah. Lots of them. The two of you are menaces together, and unlike Leo, you get off the hook with batting your sweet innocent eyelashes. “Whaaaaa Leo told me to!!” And he’d scoff, yelling out traitor as you stuck your tongue when Raph’s back was turned.

Despite always slipping away from punishment, Leo didn’t mind you throwing him under the bus. In fact he was quite impressed with your tactics. One of these days he’d catch you on video being a brat behind Raph’s back! So count your days because they were numbered.

While Leo is down for throwing caution and safety in the wind, if things get serious.. let’s say someone threatening you? Whoever’s spouting such nonsense better run for the hills. He doesn’t deal kindly with those who hurt his family. Especially his little prankster of a sister. “Run that by me again? You said what about my sister??” Fun, silly, charismatic Leo is gone! He’d have a glint in his eyes that scream ‘you’ll pay for that.’

What else?! Though he claims he’s nothing like Raph in regards to being wrapped around your pinky finger, he totally is. “Hey Lee can you portal me to school?? I don’t feel like walking!” He’d complain saying how you’re using his rad powers for such a lazy reason (even though he’s guilty of such a thing) but after he gives you an earful of complaints he’s opening up a portal.

Don’t think he won’t waltz in right after you. Much like those older siblings who love to embarrass their little siblings. Calling after you to “Have a greaaaaaaat day!! Big brother wuvs youuuuuuu!!” And it’s similar if he’s picking you up from school. He’ll portal in with a speaker and blare music, mostly Nicki Minaj.

Donnie

Those little puppy dog eyes you can pull off with Raph have no influence when it comes to Donnie, he has footage of your two-faced nature, having big crocodile tears at one moment and an evil grin at the next, unlike Leo who has never been able to successfully capture you in the act, Donnie has and he lords it over you as blackmail for most things, like a big brother usually does

He only brings it out when absolutely necessary, mainly whenever the two of you are in a back and forth banter that has gone too far, "Oh yeah? I seem to recall a certain purple turtle reading some very interesting fanfiction with Atomic Lass last night!" You puff up satisfied when Donnie gasps at such a true accusation, the utter betrayal! "C'mon guys don't start fighting" Raph will speak up as Donnie whips out his phone going for his passcoded camera roll.

"Oh Raphala I have something to show you!" Donnie will sing as he turns the phone over to reveal the beginning of a video of you and its one that has you immediately screeching. Jumping up from your spot to run and try and tackle Donnie to the floor, but he expects this as his battleshell takes off into the air, putting himself and his phone out of reach. "Turn it off!!! Stop it Dee!!! I never said what exactly you were reading!!" You plead as he swoops and dodges the pillows and really anything you can get your hands on to throw.

So yes, he has the dirt that you would hate Leo to get his hands on so Donnie and you have a bit of an understanding of one another. Other than that though you can find solace in his lab anytime. He doesn't mind your entry because unlike his brothers you don't start touching or breaking things. You treat his inventions carefully and he has fun explaining to you their potentials.

As tots Donnie was definitely quizzing and spitting out random facts to your malleable brain, a lot of it ended up sticking so you understood him to some degree on an academic level, but most of all he had prepared you for school to which you were forever grateful

Now you may not say so in words but with each passing grade you would go down to the lair and find Donnie specifically to show off your assignments, beaming proudly as he would smile and singing his praises about how well he had taught you. He realized that maybe he had taught you too well since you were a master manipulator when it came to tear ducts but he couldn't help but smile at that, proud to have another evil genius in their midst

Mikey

He knew what it was like to be treated like a baby despite being only a few years younger, so it came as no surprise that he would agree with you whenever you wanted to do something adventurous, something on your own, "Guys, she's old enough to go out to the movies with her friends!" Even if he sort of knew your crush would be going as well, Mikey was not going to be the brother to hold you back from falling in love!

Now heaven forbid that little heart of yours gets stomped on. The person who did so will obviously be on some sort of shit-list by all the turtles, but I think Mikey would be the one who has to be watched out for the most, he destroys people who hurts what he loves, that pizza place episode with the rock band is a prime example! He'll turn savage, lunging for violence, striking to enact karma on those who deserve it the most

Of course he will be the best brother to go to if you want to have some deep emotional talks, Dr. Feelings to the rescue, and though it hurts him to know you've been stabbed in the heart, he will be there through the whole break-up process! Cry session with tubs of ice cream or whatever sweets you desire, Mikey's a great cook so baking isn't that hard for him. He will listen to all the rants and raging that you need to get off your chest, adding in quips when necessary. Then when its time to detox fully, delete pictures, unfollow on all social medias, block their number, get rid of the gifts and physical reminders, he's there with a box, repeating how strong you are and that you don't need them nor these things!

Unlike Leo, if you and Mikey wanted something, a pair of puppy-dog eyes was better than one, even Donnie could not hold out for long if the begging was done by both of you at once, "Donnie c'mon pleaseeee set up the switch! We wanna play Mario Party!" "I thought we were gonna be playing Minecraft-" "You guys its easy you don't need me to set it up." "PLEASEEEEE"

And no doubt Mikey is whipping up your favorites in the kitchen. He loves to hear your heartfelt "thank yous!!!" and "Angieeee it's so tasty! 10 out of 10!!" You know exactly how to curry his favor when you go topside and grab him new ingredients to use. That and shooting compliment after compliment his way. Sometimes he will trust you to stir or cut up veggies when he has too many things going on at once in the kitchen. The vibes are immaculate when you get the aux cord to the speaker in the kitchen, the both of you singing out all kinds of music and going into little dance breaks when a song is just too good to not groove to!

[asha-mage]

Galad channeling AU

[Send me a potential AU and I'll answer with five things from that story!]

Ohhhhh boy! This is one I've actually given thought to writing before. I don't know if I'll ever do it, but if I did-

Galad is a sparker, and his first act with the power (that thing he wants more then he wants anything else) is to save Gawyn's life when Gawyn is drowning. He doesn't realize he's channeled at first- or for some time afterwards, repressing and shielding himself in order to protect his conscious mind from the reality of what he is doing. His block is that he is unable to channel except when someone else's life is in danger- that's the only time the innate fear is overcome by his need to do the right thing, to protect an innocent life.

When he finally realizes what is happening, it's after the royal party is waylaid on it's path back to Camelyn from one of the Trakand's estates by brigands. He channels in order to protect Elayne and Gawyn in some way that is impossible to hide, even from himself.

From there his Simple Code of Morality takes over- he intends to turn himself over to Elaida and the Tower for the gentleing, willingly and of his own accord. He makes the mistake of informing Gawyn and Elayne of this plan though, which leads to Gawyn knocking him over the head with a stick.

Elayne's complicated feelings about Galad aside, she and Gawyn do not want to see him gentled. It's one thing to understand it is something that must be done in order to protect the world from another Breaking. It's another for it to be your half brother, staring down the barrel of a slow tortuous death by despair. Elayne hates him sometimes- often really- but because she understands that unyielding stubborn moral code of his is going is so destructive, to him as much as everyone else. And she wont let him make a himself another victim of it.

The plan is to head West, to the mountains, out to the edge of Andor, where the affairs of nobles and Aes Sedai and nations rarely coincide. Stash him there until Elayne can reason out how to avoid him turning himself in, or going mad, or dying. Of course, the last thing anyone expects is to find an Aes Sedai already there, in that far flung corner of Andor, much less to see Trollocs invade onto Andoran soil. But that is of course, when it hits Elayne how to get Galad to live- all she and Gawyn must do, is giving him a duty so important that it will supersede his duty to surrender, a duty like....aiding the Dragon in saving the world for example. (And if Galad goes along with it under the logic that Moiraine Sedai will see him properly disposed of....well that's just the first step of the journey).

[strawberryspence]

some steddie fics with uncle wayne? maybe uncle wayne gives steve a shovel talk? thank you! 💙

Ohhhhh I have a gold mine of this! Uncle Wayne supremacy!!! WOHOOO! 🤠

Meet Ugly by philomendron (tetrapteryx) - Basically Steve points a gun to Uncle Wayne. LOVE this so much I reread it every few months.

the boys of summer by steveharringtoned - Steve knows Eddie’s alive. Wayne’s the only one who believes him. So they team up to save him.

the world is a lonely place, you're on your own by Literal_Multifandom_Trashcan - Wayne finds Steve on the edge of the quarry.

A Bad Day by Abigailcantread - Steve has a bad day.

Family is Built, not Born by just_a_garbage_dump - Steve gets into a fight with his dad and runs to find Eddie but finds Wayne instead.

nothing quite like this by ashleigh - Wayne hates Steve. (Not reallyyyy)

layer by layer, the framework was formed by MacksDramaticShenanigans - Eddie and Steve, through Wayne's eyes. LOOOOOVE this one.

A New Perspective by towardthesun - Wayne doesn't trust Steve, but he slowly comes around. It's a collection!!! A LOVE ITTT.

Shovel Talks by unkreativstermensch - Wayne gives Steve a shovel talk (but they're not even dating :((() The angst on this one!!!

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Quick question, what are your thoughts on the One Piece live action 💖

Oh thank you so much for asking!

I am so FRIKEN EXCITED for it, man, you have no idea.

One Piece is obviously going to be very difficult to transition into a live action setting, but i think theyre doing the absolute best they can with the cards they were given. I like to keep my expectations low so that im always surprised, and boy howdy was i surprised with that trailer. I literally watched it like 5 times over in pure glee.

I really cant explain why… i think it’s just the childlike wonder within my soul being like “omg my fav characters doing something fun :O!! Im so excited :DD”

Plus the actors (from what ive seen) are all really fun and i really wanna watch their full on screen chemistry. Like sure its childlike wonder, but its also so much curiosity. Like how are they gonna pull this off :D??

The only thing i could see happening that would make me dislike it is the cgi, but like… i know in my heart that i Will Not Care if the cgi is bad. I used to watch Supergirl AND The Flash CW TV shows and didnt mind.

Actually that’s not true, i have another fear for the show. About a year ago or so there was some kind of leak (idk if its even real or not) for the script that depicted luffy acting not very luffy-like. But like… surely they fixed that. I dont want to live in a world where luffy is depicted giving genuine pep talks and not just telling someone that “yeah if i dont accomplish this then I’m probably dead” (which winds up being more inspiring than anything else he could possibly say)

Plus, if this live action thang turns out to be good????? Ohhhhh ohh hohohoooo. The friends of mine who dont watch one piece and have no intention of watching one piece will be secured tightly in a chair with duct tape and forced to watch it.

I think this little bite sized nugget of one piece could be a lot less pressure to try to get others into since it’ll be so short (in comparison to its 2d counterpart). And who knows, maybe watching the first bit will inspire them to continue watching. :’).

So i guess you can say ive got high hopes.

I can really tell this whole thing has been a labor of love, and thats enough to get me hype.

And also luffy’s actor is very cute.

Thanks for the ask!

[d3adlyromb3ar]

✰ sinking lily pads

— synopsis. he thrived in the sorcerer world, she was forced into it. how could two people that strayed so differently from each other become so close?

— pairing. gojo x oc!fem!reader (main), toji fushiguro x oc!fem!reader

— word count. 3.3k

— contents. heavy child abuse, torture, neglect, abandonment, angsty asf, injuries, blood/gore, depressing thoughts, suicidal ideation, dissociation, ptsd, mentions of death, jjk violence/fighting

— notes. ohhhhh goodness, the toji angst is heavy in this one. i will be a toji defender forever, poor baby didn’t deserve all that happened to him 😭

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✰ chapter four. lost fragments

July 9th, 1999

The warm summer air was thick— humid and sticky as she stayed hidden under a bench outside. The same bench that she always went to.

Although over time, the bench had become abandoned. The vines from the wall behind stretching onto the stone, the gray concrete becoming covered with green. It was beautiful in a way, but sad to see such a relaxing spot become forgotten.

This spot was becoming too small for her form to fit, the space tight and suffocating. Although she didn’t seem to mind as the outside felt just as suffocating. At least in here, she could hide away for a little while.

She heard a pair of footsteps nearby, causing her to hold her breath as she attempted to stay as quiet and still as possible. Her body was tense, her arms squeezing her knees to her chest violently tight. The marks on her back screamed in protest, the pain shooting up and down her back as her skin was covered in goosebumps.

The footsteps got louder and louder until they stopped just in front of the bench. Her eyes darted down to investigate, only to relax when she saw familiar black shoes. She knew immediately who it was, the random shoe lace on the left foot, giving it away.

The figure kneeled down, tilting his head to peek under the bench.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Toji warned.

Moon shook her head, burying her face into her knees— hoping that by some miracle she could disappear from this place.

She missed the look the dark haired boy was giving her, his expression filled with empathy. He sat up straighter to glance around, noting how the environment was clear— for now. 

“Come on out, it’s just me.” He said in a softer voice, almost acting as if he was speaking to a frightened animal. 

She dared to look up from her knees, meeting his eyes as he stared at her from his position. His eyes were gentle and inviting— causing her to move finally. Toji released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, holding out his hand for her to take. She didn’t need help crawling out from her spot— but he offered her his hand anyway. She took it, slowly resting her palm in his— noticing quickly how his hands over time would become rougher to the touch. 

He guided her out from her hiding spot, not missing the winces she’d give every so often. Her eyes danced around the space as she was finally free of the underside of the bench's confinement. The space was clear— Toji hadn’t lied. 

“It’s okay, nobody is around.” He reassured her, noticing her look of paranoia, “I promise.” 

Her eyes darted back to his, relaxing from his gentle stare. She’d always feel comforted by him— especially because he was the only one in this place that hadn’t hurt her. He was her only light in this hell, therefore she clung to it desperately— to him. 

He guided her towards the bottom of a tree, his hand tugging her behind him. He sat her down, making sure every movement was slow— as to not spook her. 

“What happened?” He broke the silence, studying her face. 

She shook her head, staring down at the grass— desperately thinking of a place better than this one. 

He frowned at her silence, the pure fear she showed of speaking. It made him angry— angry at the ones who did this to her. 

“They hurt you again?” 

Her eyes darted up to his as he guessed it. Her eyes round and full of fear. He could only stare into her eyes, his own dimming from the look she gave. 

“I thought they weren’t going to stop.” She whispered to him, just barely loud enough for him to hear. 

“Let me see.” He asked suddenly. 

She didn’t answer at first, showing no indication that she wanted him to see— but it also wasn’t the first time he’d asked to see her injuries. Although, it was the first time he’d be seeing an injury so nasty, so severe. She knew he’d never hurt her, but she couldn’t help hesitating. 

“Moon, let me see.” He asked again, his voice stronger but still gentle. “Please.”

She took a deep breath before nodding, shuffling in her spot as she turned away from him. She stared into the distance, focusing on the leaves in the trees in front of her blow in the wind, anything to help relax her as she felt Toji lift the bottom of her shirt. She sucked in a breath as he lifted the material completely, bunching it up by her shoulders. It was then he could let his eyes scan over the many marks. His chest tightened at the sight, the red and angry slashes fresh, some still dripping blood. He hoped that the sight of none of the slashes being infected would calm him— but it didn’t. He was seething with rage inside, seeing red for the ones who did this to you. 

She felt the breeze brush her back, the exposed skin cooling from the air. It wasn’t unpleasant, but the fact that her back was very much exposed, caused her to breathe heavier. 

“None are infected.” He told her, bringing her shirt back down. 

She let out a breath she had been holding, her heart slowing finally. She turned back to face him, her gaze shining one of appreciation. 

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“Don’t.” He muttered, shuffling to lean back against the base of the tree.

She smiled weakly at his response. Having heard it before, and the rants he’d go on in the past. 

You don’t need to thank me, seriously. I’m doing this because I want to. 

His words from the past echoed throughout her mind. He was a sweet boy, but it wasn’t often he’d express that. She was just glad she knew what he meant in these moments where he spoke very few words. She knew deep down it meant more. 

“You’re stronger than they are, you just don’t know it yet.” He spoke out to the distance, knowing she was listening intently beside him. 

She furrowed her brows, watching his side profile as she was lost in thought.

“I don’t feel strong.” She admitted.

“You are.” He assured her. “You have cursed energy.”

She leaned her own head back against the tree, staring out with Toji— the trees swaying in the wind almost hypnotizing. 

“Then why do they hurt me?” 

Toji thought for a moment, turning his head towards you. Waiting until you locked eyes with his before he spoke. 

“They’re afraid of you, of what you’ll become.” 

Moon gazed into his eyes, the next words coming out with a struggle as she felt her chest tighten along with her throat. 

“Are you afraid of me too?” 

“No.” He answered quickly, no doubts laced in his response. 

His answer relaxed her, a weak smile appearing on her face again.

“Toji…” Her voice was soft, “Why do you stay?”

His brows furrowed, his gaze dropping to her intertwined hands resting on her knees.

“I don’t think they’d let me leave.” He answered truthfully. “Plus, I’d have no where to go.”

His voice was quiet and solemn. His eyes staying focused on her hands, he couldn’t let her read his emotions.

“If we ran away…”

“We can’t do that! They won’t let us even try!” He whispered out harshly, looking around to make sure of no eavesdropping ears.

“But we could… together.”

Her words were so tempting. Toji had of course thought many of times of escaping— running off somewhere far from this place. But also knew that they’d find them if they were to escape. If the clan was anything— they were consistent. They’d hunt them down.

“You think I haven’t thought about it?” He admitted. “There’s no use in trying. They’d find us eventually.”

“You don’t know that, we could hide somewhere.”

“I don’t wanna spend the rest of my life hiding.”

“But it’s better than living it here!” She raised her voice, upset that he wasn’t even giving it a chance. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take Toji!”

He shook his head, keeping his gaze lowered as he felt ashamed of himself for being so scared. The truth was, he was extremely afraid.

“I don’t wanna be here just as much as you Moon, but we can’t, okay?” He spoke softly to her, trying to calm her down. “I’m sorry.”

He finally raised his eyes back up to here, surprised when he didn’t find her features angry with him. Her eyes were gentle and compassionate— understanding. He didn’t deserve it, but he selfishly welcomed it.

“Maybe one day.” Was all she whispered in response.

Her hope was pointless, but appreciated as Toji enjoyed having even a sliver of positivity. He could only offer a weak smile in return.

“Yeah, one day.”

Moon tried to smile back, but found herself frowning when her eyes locked on a cut on the corner of his mouth. She kept her reaction minimal, only raising her hand— letting her thumb brush around the outside of the mark.

Toji couldn’t stop the small flinch when she brought her hand to his face, but didn’t shy away after reminding himself— it was only Moon.

Toji wasn’t one to be affectionate. The years of violent touches had tainted the want for physical needs. But as he met Moon and time went on, he found himself growing used to her touch. It was always so light, so warm. It had taken time and much of it, but he didn’t mind now in the moment— when her fingers brushed around his wound.

He almost wanted to smile at how delicate she was being, treating him almost as if he were a flower— a withering one at that. It was endearing.

“Does it hurt?” She whispered to him, her voice genuinely concerned.

“Not anymore.” He lied.

She sighed, noticing how deep the cut seemed to be. She frowned deeper when she wondered if it would scar. She hoped it wouldn’t, knowing that one day when he was finally free of this place— that the scar would remind him of all the horrid memories.

“What happened?”

Toji breathed for a moment, debating whether to tell her or not. Although, she’d be exposed to it eventually.

“I got put in this… pit.” He recalled the nightmare, holding her gaze. “These cursed spirits… they were everywhere.”

She sucked in a breath, the story haunting as he basically retold a near death experience.

“I thought I was gonna die.” He told her, his voice shaking.

Moon let her hand drop, grabbing his own palm beside him. She squeezed his comfortingly— assuring him that he was okay. Doing the same as he would for her.

“But you didn’t die, and you’re here now.” She told him, still wondering how he survived.

“Yeah, guess I’m stronger than I thought too.” He whispered, squeezing her hand back.

The two didn’t say anything more, letting the ambience of the wind running through the trees relax them. Moon scooted closer, leaning her head rest on his shoulder. Toji usually would shake her off, this level of affection still unfamiliar, but he couldn’t bring himself to move away. Instead he leaned his head on hers, letting himself appreciate her warmth.

He couldn’t stop the tears from falling as he let his walls down. It was easy to do it around her. He’d rather go back to the pit, than to cry— but he was tired. He also didn’t know when he’d have a moment like this with her again.

Moon felt his body shake, as well as she could hear the occasional sniffle. She didn’t turn to face him though, keeping her head wedged between his cheek and shoulder. She knew he hated to be seen like this. If he needed more from her, he’d let her know. She knew that. Instead she kept to his side, holding his hand still.

If only every moment could be like this, she thought solemnly.

Everything felt manageable when he was around.

(Present…)

The huge wave of relief could not be ignored as she gazed at her exposed back in the mirror. Her lips turned up slightly into one of a weak smile, of the sight of her skin untouched.

Guess there was a positive to losing one of her 9 lives. She thought.

She found joy in discovering that all her wounds, pains and scars, would vanish from her body once a life was lost. To some, the scars would most definitely be more welcoming than the weight of death. But to her, she would do it all over again. Anything to erase the reminders of her past. It was a foolish way to think, but she leaned towards that mindset anyway.

She knew the real scars were the ones she could never heal— the ones that littered her mind. The ones that had permanently poisoned the chemicals within her brain.

Never mind that, don’t think that way. She scolded herself.

Moon would take this small victory, using it to her advantage to push her forward. It had been a long time since she’d woken up and genuinely felt refreshed. Although, she still couldn’t comprehend whether that was caused from the fresh skin of her back in the reflection— or the talk her and Gojo had the night before.

It didn’t matter ultimately, she felt good. She would cling to that.

She got dressed quickly, fixing her hair into a single, long braid. Her hair was nearly reaching her rear, she knew she’d have to cut it soon.

In no time at all, she was meeting with the others on the steps of the school. She gave a couple pasta brushes on her uniform, smoothing down the material before she was spotted trotting down the stairs.

“Morning Moo Moo.” Shoko had greeted from her sitting position.

Moon couldn’t help but smile at the nickname, realizing it had been quite some time since she’d been called that.

“Moo Moo?” Moon asked, her tone playful.

Shoko took a drag of her cigarette before letting it rest between her fingers.

“Yeah I know, been awhile since you’ve heard that huh?” She joked, “You don’t mind it, right?”

Moon couldn’t help the guilt she felt for making her friends feel like they had to tip toe around her. It was her fault for causing the rift between them, and she’d promise herself to quit punishing them.

“Not at all.” She reassured her brunette haired friend.

Shoko smiled and took another hit, another voice joining in on the conversation.

“Ah good, I’ve missed calling you my little Moo Moo.” Gojo practically sung, making his way over to Moon.

“You've never called me that.” She pointed out.

“Well, I just did. And I’ll keep doing it.”

Moon rolled her eyes, but kept a neutral smile on her lips.

“Miss Dair,” A assertive voice called out from behind the group. “A word before you leave.”

Yaga stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed as he waited for Moon to approach.

She walked her way up the stairs, her smile diminishing with every step she took. She didn’t need to be lectured today.

“Yes, sir?”

“I’m allowing you to go on this mission because I’m trusting you that you’ll be safe.” Yaga stated.

“Allowing me?” Moon whispered, more so to herself but of course Yaga heard.

“I could easily ground you for your recent reckless behavior. But, I know that this mission needs you.”

Moon nodded, deciding to stay silent as he spoke.

“I don’t want to be the person who holds you back from doing what you love the most— saving people.” He told her.

Moon swallowed nervously. Despite her urge to run away from this life at times— it was true that she craved to help and save people. She couldn’t change the way her heart was— even though she wished she could sometimes.

“Just please do me a favor and be careful. This doesn’t need to be the last time I speak with you, understood?” Yaga finished, her voice softer than when he started.

Moon nodded, her own features softening at his gentle words. She didn’t deserve Yaga to care so much about her, but she selfishly appreciated it in the moment.

“Understood. I’ll see you soon sir.” She told him, causing his lips to turn up slightly.

He nodded in agreement and turned away from her, making his way back into the school. Leaving her alone at the top of the stairs.

Before she could allow herself to get lost in her thoughts, she heard footsteps approaching her up the stairs.

“Everything okay Nines?”

She huffed and turned to face the white haired sorcerer.

“Really wish you’d stop calling me that.” She mumbled.

“Everything okay?” He asked again, considerately leaving her nickname out this time.

She gazed up at him, disappointed when she couldn’t see his blue eyes— his glasses covering them completely.

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, his tone indicating that he didn’t believe her for a second.

She thought for a moment.

“Yaga is just pissed at me because of what happened last time I was on a mission,” She told him, her voice low. “Just told me to be careful and whatnot.”

Gojo nodded his head, a spark of appreciation blooming in his chest at her honesty. He was completely expecting her to lie again, dismissing the topic altogether. So he was pleased.

“You know he just cares about you.”

Moon’s face scrunched up for a second, those words triggering her. That tiny part of her brain still and forever would refuse to believe that people could care about her. She also refused to let it control her, so even through the difficulties— she’d try her best to truly understand and accept that fact.

People did care for her.

“I don’t know why, I’m such a pain in the ass.” She joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Moon.” He warned.

“I know, I know… It’s gonna take me awhile until I can fully accept that, y’know?” She explained.

Gojo’s eyes softened behind his glasses, her trusting him enough to voice her vulnerabilities. He didn’t know what to say, and nodded to her instead.

“Like I said… deep down I know but…” She trailed off, “There’s a part of my brain that’s always gonna convince me otherwise. It’s fucking annoying.”

Her grumble made Gojo smirk despite the serious moment. He couldn’t help but find her adorable when she cursed— because it wasn’t often.

“I’m sure it’s irritating, but with time you’ll convince that part of your brain to think differently.”

Moon shrugged, not sure if that was possible— but hoping that it was.

“I hope so.”

“I know so.” He corrected her.

She shook her head, a smirk on her own lips.

“How can you be so sure of basically anything? It’s kinda creepy.” She wondered, her tone playful.

“Why do you sound so surprised? I am thee Satoru Gojo after all.”

“How could I forget with you reminding me every second of the day.” She pointed out.

“Uhh… I wouldn’t say every second. Maybe once a day, sure.” He corrected, making her giggle from his goofiness.

The sound had Gojo’s heart beating a little faster, the soft melody echoing in his ears. The way he wanted to be able to hear that noise all the time, every second of he could. It was beautiful— yet so rarely heard. It killed him inside.

“You two gonna flirt all day? We kinda have a mission to complete?!” Geto shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

Moon immediately rolled her eyes, but she found it hard to be annoyed from the comment. She felt good today, and nothing could ruin that for her.

Meanwhile, Gojo found the comment a little too personal. He had to turn away from Moon, his cheeks feeling hot— he didn’t doubt that they were a little flushed as well.

The two made their way down the stairs, joining with the rest. Shoko said her goodbyes, as she wasn’t needed for this particular mission. From there, the trio began their mission.

Protect the Star Plasma Vessel: a girl named Riko Amanai.

— ending notes. this is more of a shorter chapter, but i promise things will start picking up and they will get longer 🤍 thanks for reading!

[according2thelore]

ohhhhh man now you’ve got me brooding over es!sam. it never occurred to me before that among them, he would end up feeling always the square peg in a round hole. the pride and resilience and hope he carried like medals in the first seasons gave him a sense of value and esteem, and i can’t imagine how it feels to be thrown into this inevitability where none of himself remains and in fact the bits he tries to hold onto are an irritant to the quid pro quo in a way nobody will outright honestly explain to him. rather than saving himself and his brother and the world like he thought he would at the end of it all, everywhere he looks is just another form of loss. ls!boys would lap up his es brother, the eager (and adorably naive) hunter with ideas and brawn and something to prove, so much of the same flowing through the blood of all 3 of them, but imagine the grief es!sam feels walking through the cold echoing hallways of the bunker, everything just a nauseating maelstrom of weapons and lore books and charts, no john, no mary, no jess, no wives and no children, no living friends, no presence or interest in the world he always dreamed to blend into, and nobody at his side to truly understand or feel that grief with him. and on top of that the things he feels about dean, complex and ugly and heavy to hold, have somehow been tugged out of him into the open in the future and locked behind a door he has no key to and even touching the knob burns his hand - the derision/amusement of the ls!bros even if they don’t intend it as such, the constant knowing smiles like he isn’t THEM like they don’t know how it feels and how much it suffocates him ohhhh man look what you’ve done to my poor heart with these snippets

YES!!!! ANON!!! YOU GET IT!!!!

first off, your writing is gorgeous?? holy shit?? eating all of your words they are in my mouth now i am sorry

but YES

he would def feel like the odd man out (depending on the season ES!Sam is from) because the other three love the life. they find joy and purpose and meaning in the hunt in a way sam lost. the hunt is a tool. a means to an end.

i think it wouldn't take long for LS!Sam to see the bunker, with the dozens of empty rooms--the shell of a home, only echoes and blades and the collected sum total of knowledge of people long-dead--and ask the group, "is this fucking it?"

no one knows what he's talking about (ES!Dean is so excited because he gets a kickass bunker AND a garage AND an armory AND sammy forever??), but sam is shaking because there are shirts folded in some of the empty rooms' dressers. dead men who thought they'd come back, a physical reminder of every goddamn person they've lost in the endless quest for vengeance. everything sam left for.

"is this all i fucking get?" ES!Sam snaps. "an underground crypt? no wife. no kids. no job. no fucking friends? did the hunt really fucking bury us?"

and everyone goes deadly fucking silent. LS!Dean has to leave the room because it's everything he'd always feared LS!Sam thinks. sam has always needed others more than dean does (or at least, that's what dean thinks, we literally see contradictory evidence in the show but okay). LS!Dean's afraid that sam has always resented him for the way their lives ended up, for dragging sam down with him.

and ES!Dean is crushed because this is his dream. he gets to save lives. he gets to carry dad's legacy. he gets to keep sam, all the unnecessary fluff--a mission to keep them together, girls, obligations--removed. and sam is disgusted by it.

LS!Sam just stares at ES!Sam blankly. he's annoyed with him, before something smaller, something pitying, slips into the shape of his mouth. he gets up to follow LS!Dean, leaving ES!Sam to wallow in his own sick. in this moment, Sam can't even empathize with himself.

and ES!Sam is sitting in the blast radius of his own fury. no one will look him in the eye. LS!Dean looks sick before he leaves the table. no one will answer his questions. no one even tries.

LS!Sam keeps trying to say, "this is what i want, sam. i don't mind. i love what i do, and i love doing it with dean." and all sam can hear is i gave up. i couldn't get out. i'm coping. don't destroy this glass house with a hammer because it's the only home i have left.

and ES!Sam still aches. because ES!Dean is already choosing another sam. LS!Dean looks at him like he has the power to kill him. LS!Sam looks at him like he pities him, which is the deepest cut of all.

poor sam. poor sam who doesn't want to die for this. poor sam who doesn't get us, who isn't us.

LS!Dean, ironically enough, is the closest ES!Sam gets to compassion, but it always feels like blows directed at himself. yeah. it sucks, kid. it fucking blows. i wanted you to get a wife. to get out. i...i tried. i'm sorry. it's more self-recrimination than care.

but GOD! ES!Sam goes for a run and sprints until he throws up because he sees the packed strength of LS!Dean's arms, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. he sees the easy way LS!Sam&Dean laugh with each other, the way they talk with looks alone, the naked adoration. he sees ES!Dean and aches and aches and aches and aches and aches. he needs something he doesn't have the words for, something he's terrified to name, because does that mean that he's giving up? does that mean that he's the fucked up one--perverting this easy life that they all clearly adore?

and even the joy he finds--talking with LS!Dean in the kitchen, sparring with ES!Dean in the gym, enthusing with LS!Sam over texts--there are moments. small ones. where sam realizes that the person talking to him kind of stops, content. he's already part of this system, of this unit. sometimes the pauses feel patronizing. or excited. or so full of tension that sam is already hardening in his jeans. or sad. and it's confusing, but sam is walking down the empty hallways, passing rooms of dead men and seeking out his brother, always his brother, always.

GRAH!!! lonely ES!Sam. bitter ES!Sam. joyful ES!Sam. jealous ES!Sam. possessive ES!Sam. ES!Sam choking on the things he doesn't understand--the things he can't--that have made their lives the way they are.

thank you for this ask, anon! it was beautifully written! and now i am also thinking about this! perpetual motion machine of devouring ES!Sam whole!

-lizzy

[kittyball23]

Before you saw Trolls Band Together, what were your predictions when you first saw the trailers??

Ohhhhh boy, I had a lot of predictions! 😆

Most of them were compiled as oneshots in my Trolls 3.0 fic (posted on AO3, Fanfiction.net, and Wattpad) Some of them never made the cut and stayed living in my head, but I’ll be glad to share the ideas from both right here 😊

At the beginning of the movie, I knew there was most likely going to be a prologue, since Trolls and Trolls World Tour both started off this way. I had figured it would either start with Velvet and Veneer actually kidnapping Floyd, or with a musical number by the band (which of course is what ended up happening)

I had thought that the argument/breakup was a result of everybody getting on each others’ nerves, instead of their anger directed towards one of them in particular, in that case, John Dory

I thought that perhaps John Dory and Floyd had reunited at the time that Velvet and Veneer had captured Floyd. Like, say JD and Floyd were singing, the duo heard them, and intended to catch them both so they could have one Troll each, but only managed to swipe Floyd, where JD escaped, promising his bro that he would come back with the other bros as backup to save him (Kinda think along the lines of Toy Story 4, where Forky and Woody tried to make their escape from Gabby Gabby)

I thought that there would be little flashbacks and stuff of the bros in their teenage years scattered throughout the movie (in particular, Floyd and Branch flashbacks, and further their bonding)

I was hoping there would be almost-kisses between Branch and Poppy also scattered throughout the movie (I would’ve been going bonkers collecting screencaps of those) and maybe a scene where Broppy had a mini-date or something and the bros (JD, Bruce, and Clay) harmonized and set the mood for them (think along the lines of Rio’s bus ride scene)

I thought that maybe there would be a scene where Branch chose to give himself up to save Floyd, switching places with him so that his bro could be free of the diamond, but he would be trapped there instead

I thought that maybe the fight scene would be this magical, song-battle thing with Velvet and Veneer’s negative energy battling against the Trolls’ positive energy (think Equestria Girls: Rainbow Rocks’ climax)

I hoped that there would be an implication to Viva getting together with one of the bros (particularly, Clay, since she has already known him for years and they seem to have a good friendship)

One of my BIGGEST wishes was for the Broppy wedding! Like I have mentioned in a couple other posts, Branch’s “let’s go get married!” is what – as Bruce put it – created a seismic shift in my brain 😂 I was pining so much of my hope for them to finally hook up with the marriage and the reception and the kisses and possibly even kiddos… but, I suppose we shall have to wait and see what the franchise’s future will bring us. I guess I’ll just way that I don’t think a Broppy wedding is ruled out completely

Anyway, those were some of the wild things I thought up 😆

[floralembarrassment]

Hii I just read your imagine with Jegulus and Harry when they react to him "dead" could I ask for that one again but jegulus being alive and having no clue what Harry's plan is please if you don't mind 🫶

Love your work 🖤

Ohhhhh yes you can ask. I wanted to write this as soon as I saw your request but immediately I knew it would have to be a bit painful. They story of course blossomed in my mind and I need some time to let it form. That is also why it is a bit long! Thank you thank you for this!

For everyone: always feel free to request, your ideas are helpful inspiration! With love

The Boy Who Lives (1/1) ('post'-jegulus raising Harry)

James and Regulus were fighting with the rest of the order. Now they are somewhere in the castle helping manage the hurt and the dead. It's in this moment, this moment when James and Regulus are distracted by Remus' death, that Harry walks away. He doesn't say anything to his parents because he can't and because he knows they would stop him and he can't let them do that.

Harry turns the resurrection stone, and Sirius appears. He understands why Harry is doing what he is doing, because Sirius knows what it means to put everyone ahead of himself. Sirius understands what it means to take on all of the blame and suffer for it, for those he loves. Sirius knows what it means to make the right choice even if it hurts, even if it means leaving those he loves most behind.

So he goes to the forest. The boy who lived, goes to die.

A bright green flash.

A parent’s desperate love protects him once more.

A procession: for one half triumphant, for the other… Hagrid might as well have been a hearse.

And finally, a parent’s worst nightmare. When James registers that it is Harry, dead in Hagrid’s arms, Regulus is one step ahead of him. And as Regulus falls to his knees a scream so agonizing falls from his mouth. But truly the sound that comes from so deep within, its bloodcurdling, soul piercing, uneffably shattering that its ringing echoes of the stone ruins of the castle before Regulus is even done.

James is paralyzed. He wishes he wasn’t. He wishes he wasn’t paralyzed again, for the second time, for the second time Voldemort has come to murder his son, his heart, his life. And really that’s what this is. James is watching his very life, his last breath be ripped from underneath his ribs.

James wishes he felt something, anything, he doesn’t even feel that different inside. He thought he would feel it more physically when the cord that tethered him to his son on this earth was cut. And when he feels nothing, he reaches for the only thing that he knows will ground him.

James tried to catch Regulus as he fell, and when he couldn’t, he falls forward onto him. Arms clinging to the only other half of his heart left beating, as tears spill down his cheeks and as Regulus tries to rip apart the world as he claws at James’ arms around him.

And then, of course, Voldemort speaks. And his voice is a racking sound; tortuous and tormenting. When Regulus is done screaming and is ready to burn the world, he watches from his position, kneeled on the ground. Watches as the Malfoy boy walks over to his cousin, and he hates her for getting to have her son walk past Tom unscathed. Watches as his son twitches in Hagrid's arms.

He does a double take because his boy twitches? His boy is breathing? His boy is jumping from Hagrid’s arms?

“You have got to be joking,” he mutters. And before he can say anything, James is smacking him on the shoulder.

“Reg, Regulus! Look-” James is yelling in his ear.

Regulus breathes when James breathes, and somehow they know it is in sync with their son’s breath. His breath that he was pretending had been stolen. His life that he was faking to have lost. And as the fight picks back up all around them, Regulus knows that the last thing he should be focused on is that his son really just tried to win this war with a prank… A PRANK. He knew he was going to rue the day he let his son's middle name be 'James.'

And if he didn’t love them both with more than his entire being–if Regulus didn’t love James and Harry with his entire past, present, and future–he is pretty sure he would murder them both when this war is over.

[ice-sculptures]

Okay well I’ve already forced u to look at most of my pets so I’m kinda just gonna copy u…what r ur favorite buck and/or eddie quotes?? I can NEVER think of any when I’m making graphics and u remember the show so much better than I do LOLL

OHHHHH MY GOD THERE'S SO MANY

some off the top of my head:

"two cut lines" - like. okay. i still maintain that the rest of the firefam doesn't actually know how close buck & eddie are and definitely do not fully realize the extent of buck's role in the diazes' life, but one thing that the rest of them Do know is that buck would rather die than leave eddie behind and i love tht these three simple words encapsulate the strength of that undying devotion

"and that started with you. whatever happens to him next, you gave him that second chance. maybe that's the point." i will never ever ever ever ever ever be over this scene and how buck found the exact words to bring eddie back from the brink and show him that what he does matters, that there's still hope, that there are things worth living for and that he made a difference in someone's life. and i think that this right here is more than romance more than love this is just. soulmatism right here. i mean....to be seen to be found isn't that what we're all searching for?

AND ON THAT NOTE. BUCK. THERE'S NOBODY IN THIS WORLD THAT I TRUST WITH MY SON MORE THAN YOU. makes me fucking INSANE because what do you mean eddie forgave him instantly?? in any other show with any other pairing this would be a season long arc with the two of them tentatively reconciling at the very end of it all. anybody else would be (understandably, i might add) nervous to leave christopher with buck after what happened, but eddie forgave buck immediately. eddie, who adores chris with all of his heart and soul, who loves that boy more than anything else in this world, saw not that buck wasn't able to hold onto chris, but that he loved him enough to try. he didn't hold it against him for chris getting swept away, he only focused on the buck that spent all day bloody and bruised, searching for his heart. but more than anything, i think he saw all of that love and heartbreak and guilt and the self doubt that matches his own reflected in buck and decided to give his best, truest friend the chance that was never given to him 🥺😭

"comes in handy when you have a bunch of holes in the wall" i can't explain why i love this bit of casual reassurance so much but i just. i think it's so simple and so sweet and a testament to how they make each other feel so loved so easily :(

i don't remember the exact quote right now but do you remember that scene where eddie and hen are gossiping about hen's mom and eddie says that his abuela would love the tea bc she loves telenovelas and buck beams at him w the fondest grin ever and teases eddie about loving telenovelas too? i know they're soulmates and in love and all of that shit but they're also Best Friends and i love all these little reminders of how well they know each other and how much they genuinely like each other. also this being in the same episode as buck's look of complete confusion when his long term gf tells him she loves him was a Choice™️

"just gonna be you and me" from the LS crossover episode for no reason other than it was cute & i love buck's subsequent jealousy

"guess all that company must've wore you out" bc of the obvious Implications that maddie tried to rope eddie into her plan of sending buck visitors to cheer him up and eddie straight up said no because he knew that wasn't going to help. yet another one of the million examples of these two knowing exactly what the other person needs & also Being exactly what the other person needs

"three minutes and seventeen seconds" because what do you MEAN he knows the exact amount of time buck was dead for. what do you mean he counted the seconds that he lived in this world without his best friend, praying and begging that he could outrun the clock and he wouldn't reach the time that would make it permanent. what do you mean he memorized the amount of time and then he threw out that line so casually because he couldn't stand the way they were talking about buck's death as something fascinating instead of as the worst three minutes and seventeen seconds of eddie's life...

the one-two punch that is "you don't need to pretend with me" and "you don't have to be anything for anybody" because both of them have spent so much of their lives not feeling good enough and not truly living for themselves...and yet around each other they've never had to do that and are free to be nothing but themselves and still be loved not despite it, but for it.

and finally last but not least....the very thesis of their relationship: "you can have my back any day" / "yeah. or, you know, you could… you could have mine" because it's stayed true ever since the first day they met and will remain true for the rest of their lives. also i'll never stop thinking about how 911 straight up said "isn't that what we all want in a partner? knowing that they have your back?" in the season five finale and have shown time and again that buck and eddie have tried to accomplish this in their previous relationships but have only ever been able to have a full and true partnership with each other...yeah that shit will Haunt me forever

this is probably incomprehensible but my mind is running at a million miles an hour right now so i am not going to go back and edit it

[newtonsheffield]

You know what would be fun and kind of a crazy, universes colliding moment…? having Neddy, Miles, and Kate in the Parent Trap AU obsessed with F1. Ant couldn’t care less about it but he always manages to get them exclusive access to Silverstone every year.

Ohhhhh

Imagine Kate watched it every sunday. She loved it, groaning when her favourite driver went in the wall and in the early days of their marriage, the only days their marriage really had truth be told, he surprised her by taking her to Silverstone.

Imagine how Anthony’s stomach dropped when Neddy was three, and Anthony had left him watching TV while he was in the kitchen, he’d walked back in to find his son glued to the TV with the remote in his hand watching the cars speed around the track.

“Daddy, look!”

Anthony pushed down the wave of grief and guilt that threatened to swallow him whole and sat on the floor beside his son. “You like the cars, buddy?”

Neddy nodded, not taking his eyes off the screen as he sat on Anthony’s lap. “They’re fast.”

“Super fast, hey?”

“Yeah.”

And he spends almost every Sunday now, watching it again. He sighs when he buys the Mercedes cap for Neddy’s birthday, almost exactly the same one Kate had worn in the sun that day when their fingers had been intertwined, his other hand resting on the tony swell of her stomach that had been the boys then. He was happy, really he was when his son opened it on his birthday and let out a squeal of excitement when he put it on his head.

“Just like Lewis.”

Just like Amma.

He wasn’t surprised to find Kate with the boys tucked around her on the sofa, Neddy with that same cap on his head, Miles wearing a Ferrari one, ready for the first race of the season.

“Your boy’s not been doing to crash the last few seasons.”

“None of that attitude,” Kate raised her eyebrow, “It’s a blip, Anthony. Lewis will be back.”

“Yeah!” Neddy chimed in, nestling closer to his mum, basking in her presence.

“I just want Charles to win.” Miles sighed, tucking himself closer to her again.

“Well, you’re going to be waiting a while for that I think buddy.” Kate said with a sigh she turned to anthony, tugging on the front of his shirt until their lips met. “I see we’ve finally won you over to the greatest sport in the world.”

Anthony rolled his eyes, “Your genes were too strong apparently.”

“The boy has taste, what can I say.”

And it’s hard to hate it, the look of Excitement on the boy’s faces, on his wife’s face as the cars speed by on the track, Kate and Neddy dressed to match, anthony shoved into a Ferrari shirt because Miles had pleaded with those huge eyes of his, the summer sunshine beating on their faces.

“Daddy, did you see him?!” Miles gasped as Charles Leclerc went past in the parade.

“I sure did, Milo.” Anthony grinned as Neddy squealed and Lewis Hamilton went by and the crowd erupted.

“I know you don’t love this.” Kate whispered as the boys put their heads together, yelling at each other through their earmuffs. “But thank you.”

Anthony tucked his arm around her waist, kissing her cheek, “I love how happy you and the boys are. And it is kind of exciting.”

“It’s the best!”

[earlgreytea68]

Hello there! I hope you don't mind me bothering you, but I was just pondering a line from GINASFS:

"It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you"

At first, I took it to be a purely romantic line, that Pete feels he was always destined to be with the person in every universe, and that it was only a matter of time until they found each other. But then again, it also feels like it's sort of talking about a relationship built purely out of obligation. Everyone thinks we're supposed to be together, so I guess I have no choice but to stay with this person, even if it makes me unhappy.

Maybe a bit of both?

You're way more eloquent than I am when it comes to analyzing FOB lyrics, so if you'd be willing, I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Okay, I am always saying that Pete Wentz is a genius with packing simple words with multiple meanings, like, every time you turn around you uncover a new meaning to what he's saying, I totally get why Patrick says he's still discovering them even years later. He is seriously SO GOOD at this and he's got SUCH a light touch, like, it's hard to do and he really does make it look so easy (doing something so hard, etc.) and I think that's why he seldom gets the credit for how smart he is as a writer, because he's SO good at it that it's easy to dismiss it as an accident, a mistake, unintentional, he didn't see all those meanings, he didn't mean to do that, he just happened into it.

Except nobody happens into so much poetry so consistently.

(and it's true he cultivates the impression by always being so "aw shucks does this even make any sense I have no idea what they're about" about his own lyrics)

ANYWAY. That introduction is my way of saying that yessssss, this is one of my favorite examples of how brilliant Pete is at saying two things at once (or more than two even).

Like, it's funny, this is like a Rorshach test, I always read the line as: "I know I'm SUPPOSED to love you, so I guess I'll pretend that I do," like, to me this is a line all about, tbh, not fitting into a heteronormative role, knowing that you're SUPPOSED to love this other person but it doesn't feel right. And it was only later that I realized the reading that you had first: Ohhhhh, it could also be I'm supposed to love you, like, you're my destiny.

And I just love so much that it works perfectly on both levels at the same time, like, this song is about what you think it's about, basically, and that is just such genius of Pete Wentz packing in those layers. I think you can listen to G.I.N.A.S.F.S. and think, "Oh, this is about a guy falling in love with a girl who's his destiny, how sweet," like, certainly that would be the reading of the guy who wrote the Fall Out Boy autobiography.

Or you could listen to G.I.N.A.S.F.S. and be like, Oh, this is about a guy who's in love with his best friend and actually can't get himself to fit into the expectations of the world at large. He's SUPPOSED (expected) to love the girl. But, wait, he's SUPPOSED (destined) to love the guy. IT'S BOTH AT THE SAME TIME. IT'S JUST SO SMART THIS WAY hahahaha. I will just cherish this reading for all time because it's just so good. And the ambiguity is in the entire song. There is literally nothing in that song that would lead you to believe in any way that it's about a heterosexual relationship. To be fair, there's also nothing that flashes it's about a homosexual relationship (other than maybe the title being a hint tbh). But Pete's songs are always like that. They're only about heterosexual relationships if that's what you bring to them, because he usually writes too ambiguously for that (or Patrick adds a hetero detail in). He walks through the house in your shoes -- that's a line that actually makes more sense if you think the song is addressed to a guy, because probably he's not the same size foot as a woman, although maybe.

But anyway: yeah. That line is honestly everything.

[hyperfreaksating]

… I like to think that there is one thing that both Rory and Blaze absolutely agree on and can bond over, even if Rory will only hesistantly admit to it:

They are both huge “Sora, Warrior if the sea” nerds. Don’t get me wrong, they both understand the comic is marine propaganda and they don’t fall for that, but as soon as their father is done going trough the world economic journal they can’t wait to snatch it out of his hands to see how Sora survived last weeks cliffhanger. If they ever sat down with Law for whatever reason they would take HOURS discussing the plot and characters. Blaze is a fan of the general action and the characters and may or may not have bawled his eyes out at emotional moments in the story more than once. Rory is more of a story analyzer and theory crafter. He’d be the type of person who would do powerscaling and pitting characters against each other all the time, but it would be increasingly obvious that he massively favors Sora, because he wins in every argument he makes. He also may or may not have written fanfic, but you can’t prove anything. If you could he would make sure you’re wearing a fashionable pair of concrete shoes at the bottom of the ocean and destroy all the evidence.

Skye in turn has taken one look at it and… doesn’t get the enthusiasm. This is clearly marine propaganda and it’s also just not that well written and - “Well actually Skye if you’d bother to look just a bit closer you’d realize that Sora is actually a heavily intriguing character that-“ “BUT HE HAS A SEAGULL FRIEND!!! AND A ROBOT!” “And also the way he attacks is a heavy subversion on the usual tropes you’d usually encounter in a story like this-“ “AND HE PUNCHES THE BAD GUYS!!” Skye no longer argues about Sora, Warrior of the sea with these two chucklefucks

Ohhhhh I love this!! Thank you so much!

The boys would TOTALLY bond over nerdy things. They would... Be reluctant to admit it but you could find them be in awe seing their uncle Franky doing SUPER cyborg things.

Also the idea of Law meeting the twins and bonding with them made me kick my feet and giggle so loud I HAD to drew it. This could totally happen aside current redbomb episode since it takes place in Sabaody... So for me it's canon in the AU 🤧

I think Law and Rory would get along pretty well. Mayyyybe Law would be the one to give Rory the idea of getting hand / knuckles tattoos, later... Maybe Law would a bit recognize himself in this grumpy nerdy ass with a soft spot for cute things... SO MANY POTENTIAL.

have a nice day anon!

[nullsleepy]

Everything To Himself

Maribat Daminette!AU

“Oh yes, the almighty Damian is upset and won’t talk to anyone! How impressive of him.” The blue haired teen shouted as they spotted the sulking boy.

“I said I’m fine Marinette, just leave me alone. I’m busy.” The boy snarked back, turning away.

“Oh! And he fires back! Keeping everything to himself, like usual! Little Marinette couldn’t even dare to understand his all mighty ways.” Marinette draped her arm over her head, sighing dramatically.

“What do you think you are doing, Dupain-Cheng?” Damian looked over at her, raising a brow.

“And he even asks the miserable little unknowing one a question! How kind of him, understanding of all!” She pressed her hands together, lacing her fingers in between each other. Her eyes seemed to sparkle sarcastically, if that was even possible.

“Cut it out Dupain-Cheng.” He snarled, glaring her down. What in the pits did this girl think she was doing? Tt.

“Ahhhhhhhh how scary! He snarls! Whatever shall this helpless civilian do?” Marinette pretended to faint, dramatifying the movements.

“Stop.”

“Oh no, he tells the insignificant being to stop! What do I dooooooo?”

“.. what are you up to, Dupain-Cheng?”

“Ohhhhh he finally asks the big question! What am I up to? What evil scheme is this insignificant up to?!” Marinette pressed her chest, widening her eyes.

“What do you want, Marinette?” He sighed, staring at her.

“Oh, so now you want to know what I want, Mr. KeepsToHimselfNoMatterHowOthersFeel. I wonder, what is that I want?” She crossed her arms, suddenly losing the silly atmosphere around her. Her eyes were cold.

“Marinette…” Damian whispered.

“Maybe I want you to tell me what you feel, for once! Or maybe I want you to come to me whenever you are upset and sTOP KEEPING THINGS TO YOURSELF!” Marinette bawled her fingers together, making two fists at her sides.

“But I-”

“No buts! We are dating Damian! If we want to continue doing so, we have to communicate these things to each other! That’s why I told you about Lila, who isn’t even a problem anymore! That’s why I come to you in the middle of the night, get it?! You don’t want to go tell “some shrink” your problems, so tell me! Am I not supposedly your “wife” in all but name?!” She screeched, the house becoming noticeably quiet. Not even the sound of the air conditioner could be heard.

“I-”

“Now is it healthy to be yelling this shit at you? No! But I can’t fucking take it anymore Dames! You don’t have to tell me shit, but you can at least come to me! Don’t hold it in anymore, please. Hawkmoth taught me, out of everything he could’ve taught, that holding your emotions back and shoving it down will only make it worse. It’s the whole reason we met, isn’t it? Because I couldn’t take it anymore, and suddenly the world exploded with me.” Marinette’s voice wavered as she remembered her akumatization. Where others forgot, she could recall with full detail everything she did. She fell to her knees.

“…..”

“Please just come to me, for anything. I just want your love.” Marinette

“I do love you,” Damian offered his hand to her, his voice small. “Marinette.”

“You sure don’t act like it.” She slapped his hand away, getting up herself. Looking him dead in the eyes, she turned away, determined to leave out the door and never come back.

“Wait please!” He grabbed her arm, uncharacteristically shaking. She looked back over her shoulder at him, barely able to contain her tears at the sight of him. The panic in his eyes was so vivid at that moment that the image was seared into her eyes for years. The pure honesty, the pure hurt, everything was on clear display.

“Damian…” Marinette whispered, letting him take hold of her hands. She was too shocked to stop him.

“I promise to come to you, if I’m hurt, if I’m happy, or if I’m upset. I’ll come to you no matter what, so please don’t leave me. I know this is out of character for me, but I don’t want to lose you. Not you, Marinette. Never you.” He looked down, unable to stand the sight of her eyes. He was scared of her reaction.

“…….”

“I do love you, so much. I- I’m just bad at this. I don’t want to hurt you or drive you away.”

“Damian.”

“I’m sorry, Marinette. Please don’t leave me.”

“Don’t apologize Dames. It’s okay. I shouldn’t have exploded on you.”

“And I should’ve been there for you. I should’ve told you how I felt so you could tell me how you felt. I’m sorry.”

“I love you so fucking much Damian.” She reached her arms around him, hugging him tight.

“I love you too Marinette, I love you too.” He returned her hug, letting the tears fall down his face. True emotion flashed in his eyes as he imagined her leaving. He couldn’t lose Marinette, no. Not before he stole all the miraculous from her greedy little hands.

Woe is the love that was never real, huh?