#phil better play his husband

[no-lavender]

IM GOING TO MURDER DOIED!!!

Cellbit was talking to phil and said “I really thought i wasn’t my best and i thought roier would be better without me and then-and i mean he was. He was talking to me he was fine. he said he got sad a little bit and then he got better. I think maybe that time did him well because that time i wasn’t doing well.”

Cellbit truly believes that he was right with his thinking that roier doesn’t need him and doied only solidified that more with what he said today. This absolutely kills me because even if cellbit isn’t showing it now it’s going to affect him a lot later on. There’s already been these small comments. It’s obvious it’s hurting him.

What is even worse is roier was a mess and so sad without cellbit being there. The whole reason he was taken was because he was so determined to try and find his husband again and to even see if he was alive. and right now he still believes he’s alone with no one around him and he is trapped in a rats body while doied goes around pretending to be him. It’s doied reuniting with cellbit. It’s doied planting all these seeds of him being ok and fine without cellbit being there. It’s doied seeing his son pepito again. It’s doied seeing all his friends again like mariana.

And the worst part is doied playing the part of roier so well that no one seems to notice. Who knows how long it’ll be until someone notices and by the time he does how bad will the damage he does be?

[rainbowchaox]

Pissa Headcanon Post #2

1) Phil wakes up the next day after their reunion next to Missa in their bed. Missa still sleeping and Phil is just amazed and smitten that Missa is finally back. That he can’t help smiling to himself as he gently caresses Missa cheek and chastely kisses him awake. Bad morning breath be damned.

2) Missa has surprisedly strong opinions about wings. And of course he has a favorite and that is obviously his husbands. Missa being Missa will plainly say how gorgeous the wings are. Which just makes phil bird brain preen. Because I like to imagine avians are very vain about their wings.

3) The days after Missa returns Chayanne will wake up and enter his dads room to force himself into cuddling with them both. Anytime this happens Missa who always cuddles with Philza immediately always cuddles with his son.

4) Chayanne and Philza both have a non serious rivalry when it comes to who gets attention/affection from Missa. Both adore and love Missa the way he is. If only Missa wasn’t blinded by self doubt he would see that as well. Chayanne usually wins these battles because he inherited Missa puppy eyes.

5) Philza always has a camera on hand and after Missa returns. Has loads of Missa being adorable. He just doesn’t show others the Missa album because he has a reputation to maintain.

6) Everyone that wasn’t there at the adoption have this image of Chayanne being mature, independent, and self reliant. Only to see when Missa comes home Chayanne to go full papas boy. Chayanne would demand uppies and cuddles and just in general being happy to just play with missa.

7) When Missa came home and finally cooked the family a meal. Chayanne almost cried. Missa is where Chayanne got his love of cooking from after all. Chayanne definitely has “Papas cooking is better than anyone elses” disease. Chayanne definitely has a favorite dad. And it isn’t Phil.

8) As two death aligned beings Phil and Missa can both sense their specific energies. Philza mainly uses it to save Missa from danger. Both Phil and Missa have different types of energies. Phil is closest to like the actual void in the end while Missa is more closest to soul fire.

9) Chayanne after Papa Missa came home. He has no tolerance for anyone trying to flirt with his dads. He will literally write things like “I’m gonna tell papa/dad” or “I’m watching you” or “Missa loves dad Phil are you blind?” Or “Dad Philza literally kissed papa Missa good morning.”

10) Philza sometimes just kisses Missa to shut him up. Especially if Missa was saying bad things about himself or overly apologizing. It literally never fails to make poor Missa to blue screen.

11) Philza usually most of the time looks calm and collected but whenever he’s with Missa. His brain is just screaming how much he loves Missa and omg how can such a adorable man exist- (his face never changes)

12) Missa immediately accepts Tallulah as his own and they both like to garden together. Tallulah definitely made Missa a flower crown out of poppies.

[moti-otp]

Also what do you imagine their dates to be like (example what they tend to do for dates. Does Phil and Missa cuddle etc?)

THEY DEFINITELY CUDDLE-

I like to imagine their first date was this really shy, awkward and embarrassed moment of the two of them cus they are like "OUR FIRST DATE DATE LIKE GENUINELY ROMANTIC DATE!!" so they tried their best to make the other feel and understand the deep loyal love they have for each other.

But at the end, they both tried TOO HARD and the date end up being a disaster. QMissa is the first to apologize, saying it's all his fault and then qPhilza told him it's not, he thinks all the clumsy stuff was really endearing and he enjoy it even if it was kinda of lame ngl. BUT THEN qPHILZA ALSO APOLOGIZE, saying it was really his fault because he should know some things were going to fail, he has experience on this, so he should know better, and then QMissa take his hand and look at his husband eyes and said "I enjoy it, everything, because you were with me" and the both laugh and hug.

After that they decided to just sit down in front of their house, qMissa playing his guitar, singing a love song to qPhil while he rest his head on Missa's shoulder, they both all red but smiling like never, ending with a sweet kiss and laughs.

Or at least that's what I imagine for the first date lol

For dates I'm sure qPhilza likes too rest in Missa's lap while hugging him, qMissa likes to play with his husband's hair while saying the most romantic words (he's latino ofc he knows all the cute romantic stuff) for qPhilza, just to see how he gets all red and embarrassed

And they cuddle a LOT okay also u saw my last drawing they kiss a lot when they aren't shy about it

[cod-dump]

Bitter Past AU (toxic relationships, mention of torture)

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It was a mess, wasn’t it? He thought he could get away with not saying anything to them. Hell, Nik hadn’t expected to be married, hadn’t expected to have a husband and boyfriend who he adored and who loved him. Of course it was only a matter of time before He found out.

At one point in his life, Nikolai served loyally without complaint. It was an honor to fight for his homeland, a honor to serve. He was entangled with the radicals, entangled with Makarov in a much more intimate manner. Nik thought he was rid of him, thought the moment he was in the gulag he would never have to worry about him again.

Nikolai wasn’t proud of what he had done when he was with Makarov. Nikolai loves hard, loved Makarov but the man was insane, dangerous and blood thirsty. Hearing his voice, in person for the first time in years, it made his heart nearly break.

“Сахарок,” Nik wanted to scream, and not because of the bullet wound in his shoulder.

That name, something that he hadn’t heard in years— It just reinforced the fact this was happening. Makarov, Vladimir, was standing before him, was walking over and grabbing Nik’s face as he pressed against the wall.

“Ah, it is you!”

He was kneeling in front of him, cradling his face and grinning. Nik wanted to shove him away, wanted wake up from this nightmare. Why was he here? He shouldn’t be here, he should be rotting away in prison! Not holding his face, leaning in close like he wanted to kiss him!

And he did kiss him, tongue shoving into his mouth and hands keeping his face still. Eager, right to the point from the start, a Makarov special. Nik wanted to gag, but a part of leaned into it. Years of being conditioned to respond exactly how Makarov wanted when he touched him, when he kissed him. It was instinct, even after all these years.

Makarov had grabbed his shoulders to get him to move, Nik of course crying out in pain when his injured shoulder was disturbed. Makarov looked at his shoulder, blood that was now on his hand. Darkness swept over his face, a cloud forming over his head.

“You’re hurt,” he growled before standing. He immediately turned to his men, holding his bloody hand up as the men stiffened, “Which one of you shot him?”

No one made a move, no one daring to emote. Nik didn’t miss this. Makarov was always jealous, overreacted to everything. He was impulsive on top of it all which just led to near constant bloodshed. He didn’t like it when things didn’t go a certain way, his way.

“I’m going to give you one more chance to step forward. Who. Did. This?” he pointed at Nik, Nik trying to keep his breathing even. He knew better than to say something, to try to make it seem like it was fine. Makarov has killed over him before, this will be no different.

One man stepped forward, “I did, sir. He had a gun-“

BANG.

Nik flinched as the man dropped, a single bullet to his head. Makarov had a quick draw, it used to excite Nikolai. Used to…

“I’m sorry, Сахарок, that never should have happened,” Makarov was straddling him, holding his face like he was fragile. Nik could see his men staring at their now dead friend, or was he even their friend?

“I’ll have you patched up, and then I’ll have my knight back at my side.”

No-

“141 will be dealt with later. For now, let’s go home.”

Nik knew they would come for him, his John and Phil wouldn’t just stand by. If he fought against Makarov, he would be angry, he would hunt them and kill them. He needs to go along with him, needs to play nice and give John and Phil time. They won’t die here, he won’t let them.

“I’m tired,” he finally said, Makarov cooing when he finally heard his voice.

“Of course you are. I’ll take care of it! A nice, hot bath, soft clothes,” Makarov muttered against his lips, eye’s half-lidded as he held him.

Nik needed to find a way to protect them. Makarov would kill them without hesitation. He never liked sharing, countless women had been killed over being too friendly with Nikolai. Men who got too close, played too rough, were strung up by their own entrails on the walls. Makarov loved to kill, show his strength. Killing for someone was his love language, one that Nik once spoke fluently. Maybe he even still does considering what he has done for John and Phil.

“Let’s go home,” Makarov said, standing so he could help Nik up.

Nik went along with him, mind only thinking of John and Phil, “Of course, Vladimir.”

If he ever saw them again, he hoped it would be after he’s killed Makarov. Or in the afterlife… there were no other options for him. Makarov either died, or he did.

[fictionallystable]

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games)

Relationship: Phillip Graves (Call of Duty)/Reader

Characters: Reader, Phillip Graves (Call of Duty), Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Author Has Played Call of Duty, Childhood Friends, Miscommunication, Mutual Pining, slight age gap, Civilian!Reader, Pre-Canon, Jealousy, Angst, Kissing, Time Skips, Slight OOC Graves, Brother's Best Friend.

Words: 1,990 | Chapters: 2/5

Authors: @orphancains & @collinnmckinley

Chapter 2: The Dinner.

Chapter Summary: Your parents invite Phil and his new pretty girlfriend to dinner, and things take a turn but not for the better.

A/N: Here we are, the next chapter. I hope you guys like it :).

the fic can also be found on AO3

tags will be updated!!

Phillip was already out the door after hanging out with Matty at his house all day. Usually, he expected to run into you and even let you watch as he and Matty played video games. Sometimes you would even jump in and play for one of them. But you were locked in your room the whole time he was there. Phillip figured it was just that you were studying like your dad wanted you to. But when he said goodbye to Matty and walked away from near your bedroom door, he noticed that that was when you unlocked your door. 

As he started walking toward his car, Phillip noticed that he’d left behind his copy of Madden in Matty’s room. Turning around, he cursed to himself. When he knocked on the door to your house again, this time your mother answered the door.

He gave her a stiff smile. “Hi, I just forgot one of my games in Matty’s room,” he said.

“Oh, I hadn’t even realized you’d left already, Phillip.” She glanced down at her watch. “It’s almost time for dinner. How come you’re not staying over? We’ve always got a spot for you at the table, as you know.”

Phil staying for dinner wasn’t unheard of. Usually his home was empty, and he’d end up ordering takeout on his dad’s credit card. But he was still testing the waters with a new girl he met, Marisa. And after his date with her the other day where they kissed after swimming, he thought maybe he could start taking things more seriously with her beyond a short summer fling.

He grimaced at your mother’s question. “Actually, I was going to have dinner with a friend of mine. Well, actually, she’s a girl I’m interested in.” He dug his nail into the palm of his hand when he realized what he’d said. Why couldn’t he just call Marisa his girlfriend? 

Your mom leaned against the door frame, eyes widened slightly as she understood what he said. “Oh, I see now. I can see why you’d—”

“Even better!” your dad emerged from behind your mother. He was a tall, looming man, always dressed in a suit from work and his skin taut always taut from grinning. “Maybe you having a girl over will finally convince Matthew to start looking for another girlfriend. And someone better than that other girl. Never liked her.”

Your mother scoffed at her husband.

Your dad continued, “Phil, by all means, bring the girl over. You don’t even have to stay long if you don’t want to.” 

Phil swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah sure I’ll—I’ll let her know she can come over.”

Your dad clapped his hands together proudly, while your mom retreated back into the house upon hearing this. “Fantastic!” he boomed.

You sat across from the dinner table from Phil and his new girlfriend. You tried not to stare, but peaked her a few seconds at a time to get a good look at her. She had long dark red, wavy hair that she wore in a messy, loose ponytail. Her eyes were green, her bands dusting her face just above them. Dark freckles littered across her otherwise pale nose and cheeks that she had painted with a noticeable blush. She could’ve been 16 to 18 years old, but you couldn’t tell. You’d never seen her before, aside from the brief moment at Phil’s pool. But she had to have gotten to know Phil from somewhere. 

They talked and chattered for the first ten minutes of dinner, your dad refusing to let any moment go by in silence. You’d learned she was planning to go to college to become a travel nurse to see the world. The two had met when she was walking. You wanted to roll your eyes at this, but instead silently listened and idly stabbed your steak with your fork.

You hoped and prayed that she would just ignore you, so that you could ignore her. But she had to start asking you questions.

“Phillip told me you draw,” she started with a small smile. “I tried drawing when I was really into cartoons when I was a little kid , but I stopped.” It didn’t escape you that she emphasized the word ‘kid’ as she spoke, you never liked it when people treated you as such so to say that you didn’t like the way she said it would be an understatement.

Without thinking, you narrowed your eyes into a glare but said nothing back. Phil furrowed his brow in confusion at seeing you turn so taciturn. He’d hoped you and Marisa would get along great, especially since she had little sisters of her own.

Right next to you, Matty noticed how tense you’d become. When he spoke to you alone before dinner, you were calm and otherwise happy. Yet, as soon as you took your seat across Phil and Marisa, you grew deadly quiet. “Yeah, actually, she’s an amazing artist,” he spoke up. “She doesn’t just draw either, right? She also is pretty good at painting.”

Marisa didn’t say anything in return. The silence grew thicker and more suffocating, but Matty kept on nervously rambling in hopes that someone else would speak.

“In fact! One of her artworks recently won an award. In this magazine—I think it’s called MUSE , right?” He looked over at you for an answer and you reluctantly nodded. He still beamed as he bragged about you.” She’s even going to get some scholarship money for it.” But at this you only pursed your lips and wished you could disappear from being in the dinner table’s spotlight.

From the corner of your eye, you could see your dad shifting uncomfortably. You’d purposefully avoided telling him about your art winning a prize. He thought you were totally devoted to your other school studies this summer. But Phil instead folded his arms on the table, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “That’s great! Congrats, Y/N.” 

When you didn’t reply to him, Phil continued. “Maybe you can show the drawing to Marisa and I to have a look at it?”

Marisa hummed. “I never heard of that magazine. Did a lot of other people also submit their work, or was it just kids?”

Without uttering anything, you stood up from your seat, the legs of the chair groaning loudly as you did. You wiped your hands with your napkin before tossing it onto your plate. Until now, you didn’t realize your hands were trembling from your ire. You’d barely touched the food on your plate, but you could not stand to sit there any more. You refused to look back at Philip, or Marisa, or even Matty for that matter. 

You could hear your mom, stunned at your behavior, calling for you as you stormed away. Matty rubbed his hand across his face in frustration, he understood your anger. It wasn’t just a drawing. It was an oil painting, something that you’ve been working hard to perfect, and he knew that Phillip flipping the conversation of your painting to   one about Marisa and him would annoy you. And Marisa’s question felt like a bomb had gone off in the middle of the dinner table. In the corner of your eyes as you walked off, you could see your mom burying her face in her hands, and your dad’s face was hard as stone with rage. You knew you’d get an earful tomorrow.

But at that moment, you didn’t care. Seeing how Marisa and the others saw you as nothing more than a child who drew dumb doodles, and hearing how Phil reacted to the news of your prize sent a bitter feeling rising up your throat to your mouth. In your room, you once again locked your door. This time you did not cry out in sobs like you had days before, but a few angry, rapid tears streamed down your face before you buried yourself under your bed sheets. 

Phil let out a sharp breath when he entered his car. He heard Marisa shut her door beside him as she entered too. He hadn’t imagined that dinner could go disastrous. Yet, here he was afterward with Marisa who also had permanent red blush across her cheeks from how riled up she’d gotten.

Before getting in the car, Marisa stayed inside the house talking to your mom about what sororities are worth looking into for college, while Matty and him lingered out in the front yard. Matty had never looked so serious to Phil, even though he’d known him since they were little kids. 

Phil drove silently, Marisa looking out the window of his car with hard eyes while she clutched tightly onto her purse from her nerves.

“God, that was something,” she breathed out, taking her red hair out of its ponytail and running her hand through it. “Not exactly what I imagined this night would go.”

Phil opened his mouth to speak, but Marisa continued. “Honestly, your friend Matty’s sister is such a little shit.”

Still driving, Phil felt the muscles in his shoulders constrict and his jaw clench. 

“Like, I tried being nice by talking to her about her drawings or whatever, but she was such a brat. I know she’s going through puberty and all, but— hello ? We all have to go through puberty. It’s not an excuse to be such a bi—”

Without letting her finish Phil turned quickly, slamming his foot on the brakes and stopping his car on the side of the road. He stayed still in his seat for a second before starting speaking to her with gritted teeth and voice so low she feared the worst. “Marisa, I swear to fucking god,” he took a deep breath before continuing “if you don’t stop talking about her like that, I’m going to veer us both off the damn road before you get home.”

Eyes wide and mouth ajar, Marisa clasped onto the window beside her in shock. When Phil turned to look at her, his eyes were hard and filled with what she could only describe as hatred in that moment. He breathed deeply again, pursing his lips and put his car slowly back into drive. The drive back was mainly quiet, aside from the sound of the car’s engine and the muffled music coming from passing cars. Phil couldn’t comprehend why he was feeling so angry, but then the words began to spill from his mouth without him realizing.

“She’s Matty’s sister,” Phil spoke with anger still lingering in his voice. “But I’ve known her for years, long enough that I know if she’s sad even if she doesn’t show it. That if she’s ever felt lonely, it becomes my responsibility to make her feel otherwise. We’re not related by blood, obviously, but what we have is beyond being related by blood. She’s my little sister. And I told you that before we even got in the car, but you clearly didn’t understand what I meant.”

Phil finally pulled up to her home, pulling in her driveway and parking the car. He thought the drive back would clear his mind, remind him that he still wanted to date her. But instead, he couldn’t look at Marisa without resentment and disgust clouding his vision.  

“I think it’s best that we stop seeing each other,” he muttered, loud enough for her to hear.

Marisa stiffened before finally nodding quickly, still shaken by his reaction. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she noticed Phil continued to avoid looking at her. 

Once she shut the door to his car, he breathed out before cursing to himself. He realized how tight his hands were around the steering wheel and attempted to loosen and move his fingers.

As he drove back home, he couldn’t help but feel more regret for tonight flooding him. He wanted to find a way to make it up to you.

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Missa is warm. There is the sound of birdsong and hummingbirds, and the feeling of his wonderful son curled into his back. The blankets are thick and warm, and somewhere someone is playing a flute.

There's a soft touch against his wrists, and an odd tugging sensation between his bones.

He begins to wake, only for a large hand to softly cover his eyes.

"No, no," a voice laughs with its whispers. "You're good, king, stay asleep."

Philza.

He hasn't seen Philza in... he doesn't remember how long.

"Phil?" He asks, ignoring the instruction and reaching up to tug the hand away.

"Buenos días, Missa," the words come with a sigh.

"Buenos días," Missa replies, as he rubs at an eye and slowly sits up.

And watches, as flower petals fall not just from the cherry tree they sleep in, but from his hair and his hands, too. A braid of flowers - of roses, thorns carefully plucked - weaves between his ulna and radius, up and through his hand bones, until it loops around his fingers - ending with three loops around his ring finger.

On his left hand, formally beneath him, only flowers are entwined.

"Do you like them?" Philza asks, and if Philza made them then Misss loves them, no matter how strange they feel.

"Sí," Missa trails the braids with his fingers, feeling a brief enchantment in them.

He looks up, curious, still half asleep.

"They won't die," Philza's smile is lopsided - cute. "And... it's a protection charm. Rose watches us anyway, but better safe than sorry, right? Given she's stretched thin here?"

Missa doesn't quite understand who Rose is, or anything about this being a safe place, but he does know that the sky is pink and that his husband made him something beautiful.

Something beautiful, with the intent to keep him safe.

"Gracias."

"No worries, mate," Philza is still smiling, and isn't it wonderful? "I'm just gonna go get the cookie quests done. I'll be back soon."

Missa nods, and yawns, and hopes that Chayanne is stirring as he still isn't sure where in this place he can cook them breakfast.

His son has shifted to grab his thigh, at least; Missa weaves a hand into his hair, watching as the petals brush against it, but do not fall.

"Tallulah?" Philza calls. "You coming with me or staying here?"

There's the sound of an elevator, and Missa sees Philza's daughter - his daughter? - awake for the first time. She wakes to him before bouncing over to her father, and bouncing into his arms.

"To spawn, then," Philza tells her.

He kisses her head, and then leans down to kiss Chayanne's - their son grumbles, and he's sure to be awake soon.

But Tallulah looks at Philza a little judgementally, glancing between him and Missa.

Their eyes meet.

Slowly, giving Missa time to escape, Philza leans down, and down, and-

And by the time Missa has processed the kiss to the top of his head, Philza and Tallulah have vanished into purple particles.

"Él me besó," Missa whispers, fingers drifting across the spot.

He'll tattoo a rose there, if he can. Once he finds the means to. Or is that embarrassing?

Chayanne squeezes his leg again - he looks down to meet his son's tired, confused eyes.

"He kissed me!" Missa repeats, a little louder, in English for his son. "He kissed my head when he said goodbye."

Chayanne immediately bolts up, body trembling in delight. He's grinning, and it catches - Missa's soft confusion melts into that same joy.

"He kissed me, Chayanne, your dad kissed me!"

And Missa is still on their bed - a shared bed, a bed made for four - and Chayanne is hugging him and radiating with excited energy and his hands are woven with protection charms while a crown of roses sits on his head and Missa...

Missa thinks he might be the happiest man in the world.

[finnitesimal]

So—- Do you think Missa and Philza will ever get out of the you are very special to me and I talk to you in a romantic way nothing to dissect here. Or would pissa be like how it until end of Qsmp. (Feel free to say things you think needs to happen to break pissa out of will they won’t they situation they been in since the start of the egg event.)

Completely forgot I was gonna answer this I got distracted by pocket love

I think like all rp events it's something the actors need to go hey so are we doing this or can I do something else. I think both of them are pretty aware that they're playing a typically romance-leaning couple, so average hopes on it. Definitely don't think it'll be like this forever things are amping up to be more serious and have more consequences I could definitely see a heat-of-the-moment or a while-i-still-can reveal, or even some new plotline around missa that forces qphil to confront some feelings about it

First of all Missa needs to log on. With or without Phil also Not just during events please I want to see you just hanging with people outside of your husband or even make up your own convoluted storyline to add to the rest Nothing is going to happen unless we actually fucking SEE HIM!!!!!!

and i've said this before but Missa needs to somehow break free of the idea that Phil is infallible, is unfailingly good, is out of reach, is always going to be there or be stable enough to handle anything that comes their way. It's like hero worship how he sees Phil, and it's clouding other memories he has with the others ("Phil was the only one who protected me, who gave me a home" said to Roier. To ROIER.) and his own capabilities as a player, he was doing completely fine from before Phil to the early days of their marriage, and there's a good chance it really is just the difficulty spike of the server catching up to him, or ccMissa could absolutely be playing it up deliberately, but with qMissa's already dwindling self-esteem, it's very easy to look at your ever-capable husband and grossly underestimate your own skillset, what's the point he knows better anyway I don't want to hinder him I'll let him lead, and it's going. To affect his perception of Phil as a flawed, hurting, scared person and completely miss that his husband might actually need his help

Phil also needs to start actually trusting Missa to handle himself, because at this point it feels a bit like Missa is more of a favored family pet than a partner. Kind of helpless so he has to take care of it, easier to put affection into without romantic payoff, loves unconditionally, it's funny to distress him. Part of this is on Missa but it also doesn't particularly help when the first idea you have of your partner is how poor and helpless he is and that you have to go help him out and save him from himself like it's an egg task you need to complete. The closest they've had to actually treating each other like real partners was the first day taking care of their new egg, building the house and doing their tasks together, playing off each other's strengths and needs, and while wet cat missa with strong cool protector is funny and cute and very ship dynamic-able I don't think it's enough to move their relationship forwards.

That and actually acknowledging the fact that Missa has more than friendly feelings towards him Phil is pretty notably missing (ignoring?) Missa's sometimes outright declarations of love the Most we've had is the LoudAsHell "that's the love of my life!" at the introductions for the frozen people, where we got punched backwards Sit The Fuck Down!! and nothing yet so far. Every romantic implication has yet to be addressed but He Still Won't Bite The Bullet And Turn Him Down. come on man get it together yes or no bitch

Also. They haven't. Really spent enough time with each other to really know each other. The lack of trust the barely any conversation, most of their interactions centering around keeping Missa alive and getting him geared up or updated (and for maybe 4-ish hours at most fur every stream <- spans months in between) is not a relationship to get into even in Minecraft roleplay it's not going to let them have any real romantic connection they simply don't spend enough time with each other. It's very cute that whenever they do get together they barely spend any time away from each other but they need to do more with that time

If this continues on the same path I genuinely think they're just going to drift apart. Ultimately Phil is most attached to his kids and if he can't find them here he's going to look elsewhere and he's not going to ask Missa to leave hhs friends and family for him and Missa's going to be too much of a coward to actually tell him how he feels before he leaves and we'll crumble and explode. Arguably worse ending, we're going to watch pissa fester and stagnate until it's not as fun for anyone and we'll all move on from what could've been.

Very few ways I can think of to actually get them together*

¹eeeeeeeehhhhhhhh "together"

1) Divorce. It's not working out with your government-issued spouse? He hasn't been on in months you're leaving anyway and the kids are gone so there's nothing tying you together anymore? Take him down to the courthouse, shake his hand, ignore the conflicted look in his eyes as he thanks you for everything and the empty feeling of looking around your house and parading your new single status around and greeting him as neighbors now and feeling like your bed just keeps getting bigger

2) Desertion. Hundreds of thousands of blocks away living on nothing but avocado toast and the occasional messages from your friends wishing you well looking if he's talking to you yet why are you looking for his name anyway.

3) Noble Self-Sacrifice. What if only one of us was in the Spanish dub

Yeah that's all I can think of it's really not likely at the moment and I think they'd know how to conclude whatever they've got going on better than I can

[lesbiandanhowell]

Sam reacts to: Reacting to my TERRIBLE Acting

Name change won't stop me from continuing my favourite series of tumblr posts!

- Starting with"acting, is one skill I don't have" is indeed a mood because same! I am decent on a stage, but horrible on camera.

- HE PICKED GERMAN AWWW and he liked it?! This is a first cause usually people hate on the language. He has weirdly good pronunciation for an English speaker, because native english speakers really struggle with german.

- Wait golden pig is a piggy bank?? I should have known but somehow I am surprised.

- Thank you for giving us all the unknown lore because I did not know that Phil was in half of these.

- Anything he does with Dan is just rated higher, I love that.

- He is just making fun of himself the entire time I love that, you got to stop taking yourself so serious and just have fun and Phil has embraced that.

- PJ MAKING THEM PLAY HUSBAND AND WIFE IS ICONIC THANK YOU PJ

- The fact the first one where he said he was in his element was the one where he acted with Dan and they played husband and wife, not thinking about it.

- Dan heyyyyy babe. Him fully being traumatised by this to the point Phil isn't allowed to bring it up is hilarious to me, but I feel for you.

- "We are brothers" "You're adopted" Okay pack it up that's weird.

- I only recently discovered this clip through twitter and honestly I understand why Dan feels haunted by this.

- Dan just wanting to leave and alternatively yapping again and Phil zoning out, husband behaviour off the charts.

- Stop Dan hiding in his shirt is ADORABLE and like you can tell he is the younger one out of the two of them and those are always my favourite moments. Something about him looking younger, looking up to Phil does things to me.

- OH MY GOD the whole sequence of Dan just cussing Phil out and Phil giggling uncontrollably is my new favourite clip.

- Is it good? No but under the circumstances I do think it was better than what I would have been able to do!

- Even when Dan is mad he smiles so big his dimples are popping out and that's why I think he's just a big softie, case closed.

[defleppardfan1]

The Last Time...?

Joe Elliott x Reader

Masterlist

This fic contains smut. Under 18s DNI

I thought that when I married the love of my life that it would never come to an end. Sitting at the kitchen table with divorce papers in front of me was not something I had ever pictured in my life. 

*

The day I married Joe was the best day of my life. I remembered it like it was yesterday. The pure white dress that I wore, the smell of the roses, Joe’s band all dressed up and most importantly, Joe stood at the end of the aisle with watery eyes and a blinding smile. 

I held his hands as we exchanged vows, tears streaming down my face. Joe kissed me for the first time as my husband. The whole day was perfect. Friends and family gathered around us, celebrating a marriage that everyone thought would stand the test of time. 

Joe had refused to sing on our wedding day, opting to not leave my side, his hand glued to mine. When we cut the cake and fed it to each other, he had made a cheeky joke which I could only hope that my great aunt hadn’t heard. The band certainly had and I could see them all almost rolling over with laughter. 

Steve had been there and although him and Phil had promised not to cause any trouble, the glint in their eyes was all too familiar. I couldn’t find it in me to be angry though. It wouldn’t be a wedding with some kind of shenanigans.

The honeymoon was even better. Days spent on the beach, sipping cocktails and exploring the island. Nights were spent between the sheets, neither of us could get enough of the other. The new weight on my left hand provided more comfort than anything in my life had before.

After we came home everything was perfect for a while. Dancing around in the kitchen, cuddled up with a hot chocolate on a winter night or on the patio during the summer. Kisses shared in the morning and in the evening. Late night conversations of the future and how many kids we wanted. Our life was a dream.

Until it wasn’t. Joe had to tour. With each tour came time apart and whilst I trusted him fully, I knew that there would be other women throwing themselves all over my husband. Initially, Joe had wanted me to go with him, insisting money was never a problem and that he would always take care of me.

However, I had been raised to always make my own money and not to rely on anyone else to provide for me. So I insisted on staying home so that I could work. Obviously 

I wanted to be with Joe and the time spent away from him caused more pain. 

*

That’s what led us to this. Sitting in the house that I used to share with Joe. I no longer lived there and had found a small house to rent a few miles away. Joe sat opposite me as he watched me read over the papers. He had given me 50% of everything, wanting a clean break. 

It was clear that the separation was not caused by falling out of love with each other but more that we couldn’t live together with the lifestyles we both had.

“Before I sign this.” I started, pushing back tears. “I need you to know that I never wanted it to come to this.”

“I know.” Joe sighed. He refused to look at me as he fiddled with the hand which still, for now, held his wedding ring. I watched him as he played with his ring. Despite the solemn look on his face all I could think about was that he never looked more handsome than right at this moment.

“I do love you Joe.” I whispered as I went to reach for the pen.

“I know that as well.” I halted my movement as I looked up at him, only to see his green eyes staring back at me. “I love you too.”

I smiled through the tears as I started to let them fall, jumping slightly as I felt his guitar-worn fingers wipe my face gently. I couldn’t help but gaze into the same eyes that I fell in love with, unable to comprehend that this was going to be the last time that I could do that. That one day there would be someone else looking into those eyes, someone else would hold him at night and love him the way he deserved.

Whilst looking at his green orbs, I failed to notice him inching his face towards mine. As a reflex, I felt my eyes flutter shut as his lips grazed against mine, I almost couldn’t believe he was there due to how light the kiss was. 

I opened my eyes to see him already looking at me intently, studying my face to guess my reaction. It didn’t take long for me to crash my lips back onto his as I felt my hand go up to his hair. I felt Joe pull me to stand up as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

I felt my body press up against his in the most familiar way, bringing tears to my eyes again. Clinging onto him tighter, knowing this might be the last time, I didn’t want the kiss to end. I could taste the saltiness from my tears as I daren’t pull away. I was sure that Joe left bruise marks on my hips from how tightly he was gripping onto me, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

I had my hands in his hair, tugging gently, eliciting a moan from him. One of my favourite sounds. It was muscle memory the way that we moved against each other. I felt him pull away slightly and for a moment fear settled in my stomach as everything was about to end. However, the thought quickly left my mind when Joe started moving me backwards.

“Let’s go upstairs shall we?” He whispered against my lips. I didn’t hesitate to agree and the next thing I knew, I was being whisked into his arms and up the stairs. Wrapping my legs around Joe’s waist, I started trailing my lips along his neck, earning a groan of approval. 

Eventually, we ended up in our, previously shared, bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and he climbed on top of me, not wanting to be away from me for a second longer than he needed to be. It appeared to me that he was having the same thoughts as I was having. That this may be the last time we were ever going to be together. The last time we would ever be joined as one.

I tried not to think about that though as I felt his lips on mine again. The familiar sensation brought me comfort. I felt a tug at my shirt and I immediately assisted him in removing it. He then removed my bra and ran his calloused hands across my breasts, causing my nipples to harden. I let out a soft moan at the sensation and Joe quickly kissed me again, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth.

I ran my hands up his back and underneath his shirt, pushing it up over his head, our lips disconnecting for only a second before Joe discarded the fabric in the same direction as my clothes. I gently dragged my nails down his back, eliciting a groan from his mouth. I always loved how vocal he could be in bed. It reminded me that I was doing a good job pleasing him. 

I moved my hands down to his trousers and Joe wasted no time in rolling off of me to remove them before removing mine, along with my underwear. I kissed Joe again as he climbed back up on top of me. 

“You sure you wanna do this?” Joe asked with love in his voice, reminding me of just why I fell for him in the first place. The caring nature he naturally possessed had been endearing to me.

“More than sure Joe, please.” Joe wasted no time entering me for what could be the last time. Naturally, I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him in closer to me. There was not a millimetre of space between the two of us as Joe started to rock back and forth. my back arched so that my stomach was against his. One of his arms wrapped under my waist, keeping me in that position and the other was placed next to my head to keep him steady as he moved inside of me. 

Placing my lips on Joe’s neck, I trailed up and down, earning a groan and a particularly deep thrust in return. This pattern continued, I kissed his neck and dragged my nails down his back and he rewarded the actions with deeper thrusts. 

“Turn around for me sweetheart.” Joe whispered in my ear as he pulled out and sat up. I did as I was told and Joe moved me so that I was on my knees at the foot of the bed. Joe knelt behind me and I could see the pair of us in the mirror. 

Wrapping his arms around my front, I felt myself cling onto him as he re-entered me. I couldn’t help but watch the obscene sight in the mirror as Joe picked up his pace. I felt his face bury into the side of my neck, placing kisses there as he moved his hips. Letting out a moan, my eyelids fluttered shut, allowing myself to get lost in him.

“Joe.” I almost whined as I felt him lower one of his hands down to my clit. Rubbing gently, Joe whispered sweet nothings into my ear, reminding me of the first few years of our marriage. 

The thought of losing him caused me to hold onto his arm tighter. 

“Please.” I whispered.

“I know darlin’” Joe told me as he gripped tighter. “I’ve got you.”

I let out a few curses as I let go at his words, my orgasm hitting harder than it had in a while. The feeling of closeness tipping me over the edge. I felt Joe’s release as well causing me to sigh gently at the sensation.

Eventually Joe slouched from behind me, taking me with him. The two of us laid on the bed together wrapped up in each other's arms. I knew that we should get ourselves cleaned up but I also knew that if I left his arms then I may never enter them again, and that wasn’t a risk I was willing to take just yet.

Deciding to bite the bullet, I broke the silence that had enveloped the pair of us.

“Is there no way through this?”

“I don’t know love.” Joe sighed

“Because I don’t want to lose you Joe.”

“You think I really want this either? When we said our vows, I never thought divorce would be an option.”

Turning around I faced my husband.

“Then why are we doing this? Why did we let ourselves fall apart like this?” When I was met with quiet, I carried on. “We have to be able to work through this.”

Joe swiped some hair out of my face before trailing his fingers down my cheek.

“How?”

“I’ll work remotely.” I told him.

“Y/N/N sweetheart, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You're not asking. I can’t be on tour with you all the time but I can come with you some of the time. I’ll do whatever it takes to stay married to you.”

“You love your job though, how can I ask you to change it all for me?”

“Yes, I love my job, but I love you more. When I moved out I was miserable. I would rather change how I work than be without you.” I told him sincerely, not breaking eye contact.

“Oh love.” Joe mumbled as he leaned down to kiss me. “We’ll work on this okay, we’ll get through this.”

That was all I needed for now, the idea of staying in my husband’s arms rather than going back to an empty house. I had no idea how long it would take, but I didn’t care. I’d walk to the ends of the earth for the man holding me in that moment. As we clung onto each other, the pair of us forgot about the divorce papers that I had left abandoned on the kitchen table. There was no doubt that they would be torn up later anyway.

Placing a final kiss on his lips, I allowed myself to fall asleep in my husband’s arms.

[cosmic-d1ce]

do you have any soft missa and phil hcs ? I'm at the unfortunate demise of fate with having my fav duo on the qsmp be the one that was split very early due to outside circles ;--;

Yes absolutely they are wonderful

Phil sews and does embroidery so he puts little hardcore hearts on all of Missa and Chayanne's clothes, Missa cried the first time he noticed because he thought it was really sweet

Phil is part Japanese and Missa is learning the language so he can better connect with Phil. Phil insists he doesn't need to but Missa is determined

Missa doesnt need to sleep but Phil does and Phil can't sleep alone bc he has nightmares, so Missa sleeps with him even tho he doesn't have to

Missa tells Chayanne about how amazing Phil is whenever he gets the chance, Chayanne relays this to Phil and he gets very nervous and giggly

Phil is autistic and Missa is very good at helping through meltdowns, sensory issues and the like

Sometimes when theyre texting they communicate only through emoticons (:), :3 >:( etc)

They also will do this when they are next to each other and giggle about it. Especially when theyre talking to other people

Missa actually really didnt like kids before Chayanne but his family is the light of his life and he adores them.

Kristin is not a person but she is like a spirit?? and is pushing them together subtly, Phil has no idea why he suddenly want to spend more time with Missa and Missa is much the same

Phil is the only person on the server that has seen Missa without his skull mask. Missa gets very nervous about it but Phil thinks he is very pretty

Missa has a tail. He gets very excited to see Phil and doesn't realise he can tell

Missa is much bigger than Phil and much more intimidating but he is very much not strong or capable("he asked for no pickles" type thing lmao)

Lovable cringefail husband & the slightly more capable husband

Missa's favourite thing to do is watch Phil and Chayanne play, he's too scared to join most of the time bc hes big and doesn't want to accidently crack his egg son or hurt his avian husband(hollow bones n all)

Missa also likes to draw Phil & Chayanne, while hes away he is doodling them anywhere he can

[cinemaocd]

Movies I watched in March 2024

Under the Cherry Moon (1986)** I'm Not There (2007)*** Jingle All the Way (1996)* Three Graves to Cairo (1943)** Hitchcock (2012) ** Silent Partner (1978)** Possession (2002)** Oppenheimer (2023)** Oscar Wilde (1960)** Turning Point: The Cold War and the Bomb (2024)** Anselm (2023)*** 24 Hour Party People (2002)** Two of Us (1999)*** Remains of the Day (1993)*** Doubt (2008)*** Dune (1984)*** Dune Part II (2024)***

Under the Cherry Moon (1986)** Absolute bobbins of a script is still beautiful to look at, very gay and of course mainly a vehicle for Prince's music. Under the Cherry Moon was the follow up to Purple Rain. It was a box office flop, a critical failure that earned Razzie nominations, but is a worth another look. Prince and Jerome Beton are sex workers with a rich female clientele on the French Riviera, the kind of career that only exists in movies. Kristin Scott Thomas makes her film debut as the debutante who comes between the friends and threatens to part them. Prince's death scene, harkens back to Camille with Prince playing Garbo. Like Garbo, Prince was happy to exploit his own androgyny and like Garbo, he was doomed to only explore that in a way that could be squeezed into heteronormative films.

I'm not There: (2007)*** A fascinating look at Bob Dylan, dividing him into six personae played by six different actors. Haynes uses different film styles, the Cate Blanchett mid Sixties Dylan of Bringing it All Back Home and Blonde on Blonde is matched in style with the black and white cinematography of D.A. Pennebaker's Don't Look Back. It also has elements of the Italian Surrealists like Felinni or Antonioni with a scoch of A Hard Day's Night. The soundtrack is particularly good, avoiding for the most part, the licensing pitfalls that plagued Haynes' Bowie biopic, Velvet Goldmine. Some of the most effective moments of I'm Not There, pair landscape shots with Dylan's music. Given the catalogue and the array of talent, Haynes has gathered, one perhaps expects a bit more , but then that has always been Dylan's nature, he's mysterious and aloof, leaving us wanting more.

Jingle All the Way (1996)* We watched this Christmas movie in March because we recently learned that part of it was filmed at my son's elementary school. It had Jake Lloyd somehow being more annoying than he was in the Phantom Menace as a bonus. Phil Hartman got dragged into this unfunny mess as well.

Three Graves to Cairo (1943)** Tense war time drama about a British officer who gets trapped behind the lines and ends up hiding out in a hotel working as a waiter for Field Marshall Rommel. Billy Wilder ratchets up the tension, his script giving all the best lines to Rommel, played by Erich Von Stroheim who really owns the film though Anne Baxter and Franchot Tone nominally "star."

Hitchcock (2012)** Hichcock's struggle to make Pyscho dramatized with fantasies where he hangs out with Ed Gein, while Alma Hitchcock gets involved in a Hitchcockian romance with a hack writer. Scarlett Johannson plays an almost deliberately obtuse Janet Leigh and James Darcy captures pre-Psycho Tony Perkins. It's a bit silly but I'll never turn down Helen Mirren and Anthony Hopkins in anything. This has a slight, arch feel to it, like many of Hitchcock's pictures, but lurking underneath are the ordinary hates and passions of a man who fears being left behind, at the height of his career. For his long-suffering wife's part, she too feels she's being replaced by the young actresses that Hitchcock is obsessed with at the moment. The conclusion is sweet enough for the Hayes office: husband and wife rediscover the magic of their working relationship, which was always the rock upon which their relationship was built.

The Silent Partner (1978)** With Elliott Gould, Christopher Plummer and Susannah York in the cast, this should have been better. Decent heist plot that devolves into slasher film . Christopher Plummer takes on the dubious mantels of playing a villain in a piss-poor American action film and a cross-dressing murderer.

Possession (2002)** A rather thin adaptation of a great novel, A.S. Byatt's story of two modern academics who disover a previous hidden romance between two Victorian poets. The film lacks the poetry of the novel, which I think is necessary for the story to have its full impact, but the film is full of plenty of jabs at academia as well as burning passions. Gweneth Paltrow and Aaron Ecklund play the young couple, while Jeremy Northam and Jennifer Ehle play the poet/lovers. Tom Hollander has a small but memorable part as does Toby Stephens.

Oppenheimer (2023)** My least favorite half of Barbenheimer still damn good and the physics nerd in me reveled in seeing my dead physicist boyfriends on screen. There are better films about Oppenheimer's life (BBC did a mini series starring Sam Waterston and it's on youtube) but something about the dreamy quality of Nolan's film captures that quantum mystery kinda vibe and put it in a blockbuster package. Cool.

Oscar Wilde (1960)** Preceded the landmark film Crisis by one year, without the world shaking honesty that film managed, around the topic of homosexuality and the law. Both films hinged on blackmail of a gay man but Oscar Wilde is careful to skirt around explicit mentions of sexuality, using tricks like showing the dictionary definition of "sodomy" briefly on camera. More was needed and more was achieved a year later. Ralph Richardson contributes to the courtroom scenes admirably and Morley is a terrific Wilde, who would rather make point for style than save himself from prison.

Turning Point: The Cold War and the Bomb (2024)** Fascinating background to our current situation, most of which is terrifying and now I'm worrying about the bomb again. I took off a star for the sheer number neo-con/Reaganite talking heads in this...

Anselm (2023)*** Wim Wenders stirring mostly visual documentary about Anselm Kiefer, a German artist who has explored his childhood memories of post war Germany in a frank and intimidatingly in your face way, on a massive scale combining sculpture, painting and physical spaces, many of which he has engineered himself. As a middle aged person who feels estranged and terrified to look more deeply into her own childhood, Anselm was something to sit with for two hours.

24 Hour Party People (2002)** Steve Coogan plays Tony Wilson, the Manchester TV personality and club owner who helped launch the careers of Joy Division, New Order and The Happy Mondays. Coogan has a tendency to make all his characters Alan Partridge and this is no exception, but it kind of works? It did more to get me to listen to Joy Division that numerous goth roommates ever could...

Two of Us (1999)*** I can't stop watching this made for VH-1 fanfiction of a movie starring Jared Harris and Aidan Quinn as John Lennon and Paul McCartney, dramatizing a probably apocryphal tale that John and Paul met up in NYC in the 70s when Paul was playing Madison Square Garden. Pure fluff and nonsense. I need it like air.

Remains of the Day (1993)*** Revisiting this old favorite and finding that it's kind of pacey and funny for a Merchant Ivory pic. The movie that made me love Tony Hopkins as an actor, his Stevens is really such a fascinating, ostensibly tragic character and yet there is a weird kind of triumph to living one's life so completely to a schedule and a code, and yet never being to eliminate desire and feeling.

Doubt (2008)*** This is the second Philip Seymour Hoffman movie I've watched in the last few months that has left me utterly haunted. Like The Master, Hoffman creates a villain who charms the audience at the same time you know that he's probably done unforgivable things and is only at the start of a long career of doing unforgivable things. Meryl Streep gives a heavy handed performance (Streep never met a colloquial accent that she didn't wear like a Groucho Marx nose) that certainly gets the point across that unpleasant people usually aren't the bad guys you want them to be. Amy Adams plays a naive young nun who, like the audience, is left wondering what to believe.

Dune (1984)*** Unapologetic Lynch Dune lover here. I love the cheesy acting, the wild tonal shifts, and the attempts to put this sprawling multibook epic in the Star Wars shaped box that the studio wanted him to use. My favorite scene has become Lynch's cameo, he seems so happy just pretending to be a spice miner, in his little spice mining suit in his little unconvincing space ship. I love him and this whole stupid mess. Sorry Frank Herbert.

Dune Part II (2024)*** My prediction is that Villeneuve's probable trilogy will--like so many franchises--peak in the second film. The first part was a slow-moving visual feast, that only hinted at the potential of this cast. Things actually start moving in the plot and Chalamet's Paul does his best to cope. Unlike MacLachlan's avuncular Atreides, who takes being a Messiah as just being another Tuesday of being the Universe's Most Gifted Child, he actually seems conflicted. Zendaya continues to utterly dominate every time she's on screen. Can Channi be the focus of the movie? Please?

[readitwatchitwriteit]

Spider people I hope show up in live action MCU:

Miles Morales (most likely to considering his uncle was in Spiderman Homecoming, he was the criminal spidey webbed to the car that mentioned he had a nephew in NYC)

Spider Gwen (I've always liked Gwen Stacey she was probably my favorite spidey character for a long time and I always liked her better for peter than Mary Jane. However her and Miles are cute as well. Also ngl I was hoping Zendaya was going to play her in spider man and not MJ.)

Iron Spider (Amadeus Cho is another kid I'd like to see. He is also the son of Helen Cho and her husband Phil Cho. He also has ties to becoming a future Hulk, so I wouldn't mind seeing him in that role either.)

Spider Woman (Jessica Drew is very interesting. Her father, who expiremented on her to give her these powers, worked as the assistant to the High Evolutionary in the comics. It would be interesting if they built this into the movies lore. She is also from England, so it would be interesting to see a spider person who is outside the US. Also, as of right now, in the comic books, she has a young son. It would be kinda cool to see a mother blance superhero life and motherhood.)

[workingforitallthetime]

oh ok actually girl rutger offering to marry adam for citizenship

anon this is perhaps the most delicious ask that has ever arrived in my inbox. i got it just as i started a long drive and i immediately turned off my podcast and allowed my brain to simply bask in this premise for an hour straight. here we go…

our story starts three years from now, when the gang’s all reunited at phil’s wedding or something like that. around the table at the reception, everybody’s asking adam about his second contract with anaheim. he’s bitching about how there’s some massive cross-border tax hit he’s taking on his contract value because he’s filing as single. [please suspend your disbelief so we can have a good time here, okay?] the boys tell him he should just get married, he can find a wag easy enough. i don’t want a wag, adam says, she’d expect all kinds of shit. he likes living in anaheim with luca, he likes spending his money how he wants to spend it, he doesn’t want a goldendoodle or the hassle of a wag.

rutger returns from the bar with a tequila soda in hand and slides into her seat. you should marry rutger, someone says, she’s not a wag. “goddamn right,” says rutger. “what are we talking about?” adam explains the tax thing and rutger says sure, she’s up for it. it’s not like she has a boyfriend to get in the way. she wants a cut of the tax windfall, though, since adam’s second contract is poised to be a lot richer than hers.

their families shrug and roll with it. the mcgroartys were going to visit ontario this summer anyway, so the fantillis invite a few extra people over for dinner, drop a couple grand on flowers, and bam, they’ve got an impromptu backyard wedding. because this is my story and i get to have whatever i want, pat brisson and brendan are there. pat's not gonna miss two clients getting married, even if it's just a tax dodge.

it’s important that you know that rutger has an absolutely outstanding casual white wedding dress. slim skirt, tailored sleeveless midriff top, suntanned abs on display, one of those fancy ponytails with a section of hair wrapped around the rubber band and the ends curled just so. also white adidas slides.

adam watches rugter make her way down the aisle on her dad’s arm, a bouquet of peonies tipping sideways in her grasp as she reaches out to give fistbumps to their friends. when she reaches adam and he takes her hand, she gives him a big scrunch-nosed smile, like this is a joke just for the two of them, like this is the most fun she’s ever had in her life.  he thought it might feel awkward or weird to fake-marry rutger, but it just feels… easy. maybe because they’ve been friends for so long. probably because it’s just fake.

nolan moyle gets ordained and performs the ceremony, because this is my story and I get to have everything I want. they swap silicone rings (v practical for hockey) and rutger gives adam a kiss on the cheek.

they take a series of wedding photos just in case the IRS asks any questions. after a couple of prom-looking poses, adam tries to scoop rutger up in his arms for a picture, honeymoon style, and she elbows her way right out of there. "don’t fucking do that," rutger says, 'i’m not your wag." she’s a pro hockey player in her own right! Not some wife who gets carried around by her husband. got it, adam says, sorry sorry.

nothing much changes now that they’re nominally married. they still train together part of the summer, go on the same getaways with their friends, have dinner together whenever winnipeg plays anaheim. they definitely indulge a little more on those dinners, get a really nice bottle of wine that rutger makes adam pay for out of his tax savings. all their friends know they’re not seriously married, so it’s not like they even have to keep it a secret when they discreetly hook up with other people. In a weird way, rutger finds she actually feels a lot better about dating now that she’s got a husband. having a shitty first date or a bad hookup doesn’t make her spiral about dying alone and unloved anymore. funny how that works.

the pieces finally start coming together for anaheim, and adam makes the playoffs. the jets don’t. rutger goes to adam’s home games in the first round, because it would look weird if she didn’t, even if she’s still licking her own wounds about another shitty season in winnipeg. adam calls her as she’s packing. he’s really, really sorry, but troy terry’s wife says to bring light-wash jeans and wedges.

rutger has murder in her voice. “please tell me they did not get me a wag jacket.”

"i’m so, so sorry," adam says. "dani got your measurements from the equipment manager. she said it’d be weird if you didn’t have one. they look pretty sick…" he trails off.

rutger asks, dangerously quiet, “does connor have one?” no, adam says, sheepish. they both know connor’s going to be in his usual dark suit, discreetly tucked away in a suite out of view of the cameras, masking his fury about watching mason in the playoffs while the blackhawks continue to suck. exactly what rutger planned to do, with maybe a little less fury and a few more bud lites.

rutger’s voice gets more brittle. “does trevor have one?”

…actually yeah, adam says. it’s not like she can wear it while she’s playing, but she made dani get her one anyway. rutger rolls her eyes. fucking figures. trevor will probably wear it in the dressing room afterwards, just strip off her pads and prance around in a wag jacket with drysdale on the back. fine, rutger says, ungraciously. you fucking owe me so big for this.

it's humiliating, to be shuffled off to the wag box with eighteen other blonde women when rutger’s worked her whole life to be down on that ice. the broad shoulders of her jacket stand out in the row of tiny little identical black leather jackets on the garment rack. even olen zellweger’s figure skater boyfriend looks more at home than she does. she puts on a brave face for the social media photos, though, and once the game starts it’s easy to get swept up with cheering for adam. she wants this for him more than any of these other girls wants it for her man. rutger knows what this means in a way they never will. when adam scores the go-ahead goal, she screams herself hoarse.

at intermission she takes a selfie with her back to the bathroom mirror, holding her phone up to her shoulder so adam’s number is in the frame and tilting her chin so the ends of her ponytail tickle the gold-trimmed fantilli lettering across her shoulder blades. it’s obvious from her profile that she’s smiling. she texts the photo to adam as a peace offering.

the notif is the first thing adam sees when he checks his phone after the game. He opens the photo and immediately hides the screen of his phone flat against his chest, his entire body going tingly like he just got an unexpected sext. he knows better than to tell rutger it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life. he even waits until she leaves town before he makes it his lockscreen. he can do that. that’s his wife, right?

the ducks only get a taste of the postseason that year. the offseason comes too soon, and this year it feels different. not on the ice – skating with adam’s just as fun and challenging as ever. he doesn’t ever take it easy on rutger, and that's what she likes about him. but off the ice it’s different. they remind each other more often: hey, we’re married, right? like when adam stretches out on the bench seat of the boat and rests his head in rutger’s lap for her to swirl her fingers through his damp hair. or when rutger steals adam’s favorite gray hoodie and snuggles up next to him by the firepit. and finally, quietly, when they’re the only ones left at the end of the dock on a moonlit night, and adam tips up rutger’s chin and kisses her.

as summer comes to an end, they’re making real plans. how adam can stay an extra night in winnipeg when the ducks come through town, where they’ll go for the all star break, whether it’s possible to spend christmas together. but then the last weekend they spend together before training camp, rutger catches a glimpse of adam’s lockscreen and everything comes crashing down. that’s how adam likes her, huh? just another identical blonde with his name on her back? what the hell is she doing here, planning to be adam’s wag? she deserves better. she’s got her own career. she deserves somebody who’ll cheer for her. there’s plenty of girls who’d be happy to be adam fantilli’s wag and he can goddamn go and find one of them.

rutger storms off to winnipeg and channels her righteous fury into a career season. she and adam don’t go out to dinner when they’re in anaheim. She cross-checks him instead.

two weeks later, when the news comes out that adam’s torn his [insert muscle or tendon of your choice] and he’s done for the season, rutger knows she didn’t cause it, but she feels vaguely guilty anyway. especially when team usa comes calling for [insert best on best competition of your choice]. adam should be there for team canada, but he won’t be. even if being married didn't work out, rutger’s always had the most fun competing against him, and they won’t have that this year.

adam shows up anyway. He goes to [insert european country of your choice] with rutger’s family, and he meets her on the concourse after games, and he gives her achingly specific compliments about her play, and he says the right sympathetic but not patronizing things after finland beats team usa in OT to take the top seed in their group.

when team usa wins gold, rutger sees her own red white and blue jersey among the families on the ice before she realizes adam’s the one wearing it. she skates toward him slowly, clutching the flag around her shoulders like a protective shell. “good game,” adam says. His voice is a little hoarse, like he’s been cheering for her.

rutger touches her fingertip to the little American flag temporary tattoo on his cheek. “looks good on you.”

“for today I guess,” adam says. His cheek lifts under her finger when he smiles. without his skates, rutger’s almost as tall as he is. rutger kisses him, and kisses him, and keeps on kissing him even when adam scoops her up off the ice, honeymoon style. she wraps her arms around his neck and kicks one skate into the air, and doesn’t protest one bit.

[jellazticious]

whats the relationship between pascal and pepperman

Their relationship is parent and kid maneeeeee. Pepperman may be a jackass but that doesn't mean he's got a tiny heart in there

Also I got a different ask with a similar subject but the tone is so passive aggressive. I really don't appreciate that when I've already got a bunch of posts that can answer the question. Psychoanalyze my doodles because being autistic about smthn and playing detective about it can calm you down

But anyway, the ask at hand is kind enough so here's a little bit of psychoanalysis with a few new details which aren't found in my doodles

Pas is the best thing to ever happen to him, his magnum opus. Phil PISSES himself shaking and crying thinking of his bab when at first he didn't want to have a kid

When he's finished with his tour thing, he took the time to teach Pascal stuff like painting or fencing or bareback riding or golf or some shit. He wants to help Pas find his passion cuz he was left fuck all to find his own.

Pascallis is a natural but it turns out he doesn't want anything big or flashy, he'd rather live like a simpler life AND there's also no shame in wanting that. There's nothing embarrassing about that at all, the simplicity thing, he probably got that from Peppino.

After all, some of those artistic traits aren't set to waste and it's clear from the latte art he makes or the flavour experimentation he puts in his coffee.

I mean Phil KNOWS how to take care and enrich a baby pepper MANE, that's what those dribbling Pascal like a basketball doodles are about LMAOOO. They're jokey at the surface but it means something more.

Even in Pascal's adulthood, there are some things Phil like tells him about.

Little bit of an hc is that Pepperman had a shit father and his beloved mother SPLIT from her husband. Ofc, being like a royal it made him easy to take custody of the kid. Made Pepperman afraid of getting a child himself cuz he already knows how alike he is with his father but the second he did get his happy little accident, he's gonna make sure to do better.

But of course

You wouldn't catch me drawing their dynamic that seriously, their bonding is comedic at the surface

It's up to you to read between the lines to find the deeper love cuz sometimes that's how it is between people in real life

[talesofsorrowandofruin]

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Thanks for tagging me, @eccaiia and @ahordeofwasps! :D

Words: storm, strike, blink, moon, blood, mud, flood and dud. These are from The Case-files of Seo Yo-han:

Storm:

She went back to her cabin and began to gather her clothes. When she opened the wardrobe its door collided with a chair placed too close. Phil stifled an impatient exclamation. Her aunt might still be next door, even though there was no noise from her cabin, and if she thought Phil was here she'd storm in.

Strike:

A sudden movement in the audience interrupted him. Mrs. Turova had started to get up when her husband pulled her down again. She rounded on him as if she was about to strike him, then thought better of it. Seo waited until they'd both settled down again. He was smiling faintly, Murogov noticed, like a theatre-goer who had seen this play before and knew a humorous scene was about to begin.

Blink:

Eames blinked. "Something grim, or was it gramme? And a fraction that didn't make sense."

Moon:

This wasn't strictly true — she had approximately as much chance of marrying Leopold as of flying to the moon — but it wasn't quite a lie. Last year, when she had realised the real nature of her tangled feelings towards him, she had decided she would never marry anyone but Leo.

Blood:

In his dreams that night his past got mixed up. He saw Alec in that town, the five-letter name written on the photos, as it had been before that April. And he saw blood and fire in Cambridge.

Mud:

Phil followed Mr. Seo into the hall. The stairs were on their left. The last stair was almost directly outside the door. A few traces of mud showed the intruder had gone upstairs.

Flood:

Don't be silly, she reprimanded herself. It happened in the evening. They'd have needed a telescope and a floodlight to see anything.

Dud Fake:

Her fake smile remained fixed in place, but her brows furrowed. "Yesterday evening?"

Open tag! :D

[the-fandom-queenxox]

So sadly a had to stop watching the qsmp event from yesterday early for the simple reason that I was tired and it was getting late. So here are some of my reactions/thoughts from bits i have watched(philza pov)

-Idk how Felps got in there but okay i gues, whatever it is that you need to cope to get better Felps

-Dapper has a railway?

-THE DUCK!!!

-Onwards men!!!

-MISSAA!!!!!!

-Finally the Pissa reunion!!!

-Bro i forgot how natural of a bond Missa and Phil have

-Wilbur disapporves of his dad's platonic husband lol

-Wait Missa is playing on a laptop?! A family of laptop players ig lol

-Okay but that cutscene was freaking sweet

-"Wait, Trump?!" THAT'S NOT MY SWEET BABY BOY TRUMPET KILL IT!!!!

-Okay boss rush time

-Bro this is soo scuffed

-"I just wanna play" -Etoiles 2023

-Alright we are back to the freezers

-"I hear women!!" -Jaiden 2023

-They found them!

-Introduction time

-Bro Rivers just left lol

-"Hello I'm Tubbo and I can barely speak english" I felt that lol

-Now back at spawn

-Oh poor niki, welcome to over sensory smp dear

-Tour time

-THE LUZU BOX!!!

-Now Phil is sharing saturdays lore bit lol

-Dapper just gave Tubbo a sword lol

-Tallulah just gave Tubbo a poppy aww

-To the free shit factory!!!!

-"Oh my gosh and we can play Mario kart" that was infact Phil's plan Tubbo lol

And that is where i stopped watching but now if you will excuse me I'll be making some tea and continue to watch Phil's pov