#ughhhhh I need to watch this show again

[itswrenly]

You know what I wanna see in more places? The ending lines from Cowboy Bebop.

These fuckers. Sneak them in places. They’re fucking cool.

[weebsinstash]

so like in the most awful manipulative evil way possible can you imagine Valentino pulling some outright DEBAUCHED, VILLANOUS shit like making Angel do one of those "ha ha you were blindfolded and your partner isn't who you thought it was" sorta pornos because yes that's an entire genre and for him, the blindfold gets ripped off and it's, ya know, his friend, YOU

and you'd think "oh chicks would be safe though right" WRONG BECAUSE APPARENTLY ON ANGEL'S WIKI IT SAYS HE'LL FUCK WOMEN IF THEY PAY EXTRA also like how does that even work out. Like... dude is a hole a hole for you??? Like with Husker??? I guess being able to withstand sex is different than being actively turned on and desiring but I guess that's pretty sad on his part, he's probably snorting pills and shit to get it up just to get the job done

Also I need to visit genuine nonplatonic yan Angel x male Reader at some point but that's a story for another time. God the absolutely TOXIC potential of poly Val/Angel/Reader like ughhhhh the suffering, throw Vox in there too and you've got just a bunch of toxic codependent horny addicts and then also there's the TV they watch porn on cjfjfnfjr

But like. Valentino just being a MENACE because one or both of you have CROSSED HIM. he wants to punish you both in such a fucked up horrible way that he also wants to get off on and potentially film for himself or profit(and I imagine even outside of this specific scenario, Val would be 500% a voyeur/cuck to some degree and loves watching his toys play together, like didn't he even kinda make Vox strip in a gram post once? Once you're his ho, you're his ho, that certain "I haven't fucked you" type of respect is never regained back)

I just picture. Maybe Angel is blindfolded but he's still in an aggressive dominant role and maybe even instructed to be rough or say really mean shit (slapping you, calling you a whore, demeaning you about how much you're definitely enjoying this) and all he can tell is that his partner is gagged and restrained, and at some point in the most traumatizing post nut clarity possible the blindfold is removed and one of two things happens

1. You were gagged but unlike him WASNT blindfolded so you could see him and cry through your gag and like pointlessly uselessly call for his help and tell him who you are but it doesn't work and that's like part of your punishment

Or 2. You're blindfolded and kept ignorant and Valentino holds this over Angel's head like an atomic fucking bomb. "You better remember this the next time you try to betray me, because I have pleeeenty of nice footage to show your little friend if this happens again"

just saying, I doubt Valentino would even NEED to use Angel's contract to make him behave anymore after getting THAT kind of dirt on him. Angel's SO lonely, and he can't lose his best friend, and also, he couldn't possibly traumatize you even worse like that.... totally not also being potentially selfish and self serving "I can only protect you if you're around me" or some deranged shit... and of course, now Val gets another nice little plaything out of it too, isn't that so nice for him ❤️

[graciegoeskrazy]

yeah, you wanna find love

matty healy + teen!swiftie!daughter!reader

warnings: some language, angst, fluff, cheating

a/n: do u guys get the title? get it? get it? the title? cuz she sang it? the city? at satvb? get it?

ty bae anon who requested im in LOVE.

I know Eras and Matty and her dating happened way after Red TV was released but shhhhhhhhh

Like any other normal teenage girl, you got excited every time Taylor Swift dropped an album, announced an album, or did anything remotely hinting at herself and her work. Even if it was a far stretch, you were on social media like the rest ready to prove or debunk theories. Tonight, she’s releasing her second re-recording, Red (Taylor’s Version) You were a fan. Even though she and your father dated for like a month and now they never speak to each other and the chances of you seeing The Eras Tour ever again are slim to none, you admired her so much.

Your dad had said goodnight and sent you to bed more than an hour ago. You planned to go against his wishes a little bit and stay up and listen to the album. It was only one time, and it was for the sake of music, so if you got caught he wouldn't be too upset, right? …Right?

The plan was all fine until you got hungry. The kitchen was connected to the living room which is where your father spent most of his late nights, doing work, watching TV, sleeping, whatever. It was quiet so you assumed that he had already gone upstairs for the night or was fast asleep on the couch. It all gave you the confidence to believe that you could sneak into the pantry and not be seen. You were wrong, however.

“Go to bed.”

He was there. Wide awake. Just quietly scrolling through his phone.

You pouted. “C’mon. It comes out in like an hour.”

He never took his eyes off his phone. “And you have to wake up at 6 am for school tomorrow.”

“And I’m still gonna go! One night of staying up and listening to an album isn’t going to change my perfect grades or 4.0 GPA.”

“I said no.” His voice grew a little more stern.

Your begging was now at a full 10. “This is a big deal, Dad! Just because you can’t listen to Taylor anymore doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t!”

“What I say goes, you know that.”

You smirked. “Oh, so it was fine when it was your album?” He hated it when you were a smart-ass. Mainly because you reminded him too much of himself when you acted that way.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Go to bed.”

“Ughhhhh.” You slumped up the stairs.

“I love you, baby.”

“And I love your ex!”

…

Almost 2 hours later, Matty got tired of the things he saw on Instagram, and the yawns he kept giving let him know that it was time for bed. As he walked upstairs he heard the faintest sound

At first, he thought it was because of something he had done. He thought that maybe the attitude he showed earlier was too much, but on the other hand, he knew his girl was too tough for that to break her. He opened the door and saw your frame curled on the bed. Your face was buried in your pillow but it was evident by the bits that were showing that your face was red and littered with tears. You heard him open the door and walk to you, but you didn't move.

“What’s happened.” He asked quietly as he slipped in into the other side and pulled you close.

“Just shut up. I just need you.” You were harsh but he knew your tone held no true anger or hurt.

“Okay. Okay, I’m here. I’m right here.” He held you as you cried into his chest. You were sobbing. You tried to catch your breath between the hiccups and cries, but it took minutes for you to fully calm down. To you, those minutes felt like hours, and as time went on Matty became increasingly worried about the severity of the situation.

You took one last big inhale, then spoke. “He cheated on me”

“What?”

“He cheated on me…then dumped me when I found out.”

“When?! When did this happen?”

“A little less than a week ago.” He sighed, He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You and your boyfriend had been dating for nearly 2 years. From the way it looked to the outside world, you two were as happy as could be. Matty always had his doubts but he chalked it up to the typical dad senses overreacting, especially because you always looked so happy and you hadn't been that way in a long time. “I should’ve broken it off long ago.” You hiccuped and cried through your next words. “He ignores me. Everything I say. Everything I do. It's like I’m talking to a brink wall half of the time. I tell him I’ve had enough and he apologizes and makes me feel great like I’m the only one who matters, and then he makes the same fucking mistakes, over and over and over again. He likes the idea of a relationship but doesn't want to put in the work of having one. At least when it comes to me…”

Matty didn't know what to say. It was a complete shock to him. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing-”

“Yes, he does. He just doesn't care.”

“How did this happen, if this happened a bit ago then why are you crying just now?”

You hid your face again. He rubbed your back. “You’re gonna laugh…”

“I won't laugh-”

“You’re gonna be mad,” You said, looking up.

He smiled. “I won't. Promise.” He said, winking.

You sighed and buried your head back into him. “I was listening to the 10-minute version of All Too Well.”

“God, bubs.”

You sat up and looked at him. “Let me live! It was too real. I related too much. I’m serious.”

He reached his arms back up, guiding you to come back to him. “I know. Im sorry.”

You pouted as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Do you ever cry to my songs?”

“Only of embarrassment.”

[sxffrxn]

When love strikes OP81

An Oscar Piastri x reader, enemies to lovers story

Part One Part Two

Summary: Oscar Piastri and Y/N L/N have a long-lasting feud, nobody knows why. Do they themselves know why?

Warnings: swearing, Oscar and Y/N literally act like children, grammar mistakes, messy

Word Count: 1.4k

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Arriving back at home was like a blessing from the Gods. As soon as Y/N stepped foot in her apartment, her coat was thrown off as she leaped onto her bed, luggage forgotten. That night, she had the best sleep she had in a very long time, despite still being in her travelling clothes.

When she woke up and checked her phone she found her instagram was blowing up. Panic coursed itself through her body. Was she cancelled online? Has someone made up some bullshit to spread about her?

But, alas, it was her interview. It had gone viral. Some people were speculating about Oscar and Y/N’s relationship, and some had compiled an entire 30 minute video of the pair being downright unpleasant to each other. Although Y/N did in fact watch the whole video - in 3x speed, she wasn’t watching a 30 minute long video - she has to admit some of these were a stretch, I mean there was one scene where they simply walked past each other, opposite sides of the walkway may I add.

Both Lamborghini and Mclaren’s PR teams were going to have a field day with this one.

About an hour later, Y/N got a call from her assistant, Gemma,

“What have you done Y/N, the internet is in shambles!” she started.

“No, Hi how are you? Are you well rested? Why yes I am thank you for asking.” Y/N replied.

“Y/N I don’t think you understand the severity of this. We have had Mclaren on the phone all morning trying to sort this mess out.”

“Gem, I replied the way I was supposed to, I can’t think of another way I could have handled that without it turning into a brawl!” Y/N answered in a less polite tone than she should have used.

“Y/N” she started, “I know you handled it the best way you could. I’m sorry this is just so stressful. I don't know how to say this..”

“Say what? Surely it's not that bad. I mean they’re not kicking me off the team are they? I’ve only done one race an-“ she was cut off by Gemma again.

“They want you to act as though you are civil. Friends even. And I’m not talking, not sending glares at the other. I mean they want you to do all sorts of things with him.” Y/N’s heart dropped, she could not do this. Did this tiny altercation have to resort to this? No. But was Y/N a petty bitch? Abso-fucking-lutely.

“Gem, I’m not pretending to date him or anything like that, I’ve read a lot of books with that in and I hate it.”

“No, Y/N, you do not have to pretend to date Oscar Piastri,” she let out a sigh of relief, “You will, however, have to go to many events with him to show you guys are really just friends off track and rivals on.”

“Ughhhhh. Do I have to? Like what’s the significance of this?” Y/N tried to bargain.

“The significance is,” Gemma started, “not fucking up the internet more than you have - and yes, again, I know it’s not your fault for the interviewer’s question but we need to uphold the reputation of this team. Unfortunately women are always the problem in the media’s eyes.”

Y/N sighed rolling around on her bed and taking a big sip of water,

“Fine, but don’t expect me to apologise to anyone for anything. I hardly did anything wrong!” Maybe the last part was a little fib but Y/N stood her ground.

—

It was media day for the Saudi Arabian grand prix. Y/N sat in her hotel room completing a round of sudoku on her phone - her newest favourite past-time. She was waiting for a knock at her door from Gemma to explain the plan of action for today. Today commenced the ‘sort shit out with Oscar bloody Piastri’ plan, she was given minute details about how they would be miraculously saving each of their reputations. I mean, Y/N could hardly see the problem with rivalry on track, I mean look at Pierre Gasly and Esteban Ocon, they had some issues - Y/N thinks so anyway - and nobody batted an eye, well I guess they weren’t as hostile with each other as Piastri and Y/N are.

A knock resounded through Y/N hotel room.

“Coming!” she went to the door and was met with the smiley face of Gemma,

“Gem you’re,” she checked her watch, “20 minutes early!”

“Yet you are all ready, what happened to ‘Little Miss constantly 10 minutes late’?” Gemma responded.

“Shitting bricks Gem.” Y/N patted Gemma on the back as she stepped out of her room and locked the door, “Let’s get this over and done with, yeah?”

Gemma filled Y/N in on the plan for the start of the day, Y/N would meet Oscar in the foyer of the hotel, have a few laughs and then head to the paddock, they would re-evaluate from there.

Y/N could feel herself gagging as she stepped into the main entrance, yes she was being very dramatic, but this was more stressful than telling her mum she had forgotten to take the chicken out of the freezer to defrost when specifically asked to. Oscar turned and scowled as Y/N walked up to him, this was going to be way harder than he thought. Gemma gave Y/N a firm pat on the back to usher her towards the aussie. They had fake paparazzi stationed just outside the hotel to get the best angles of their positive encounter. When Y/N felt a hand on her back, it was like a switch had been flicked and she grinned at Oscar as though they were best friends, she really channelled the 9 in her drama GCSE for this one moment.

She waved at Oscar as she got closer and he got the memo to sort himself out and act. They began walking out the door and to the shared car they would be taking (Y/N screamed into her hands and nearly punched a hole in the lift door when she found out they'd be car sharing), Oscar opened the door for Y/N to climb into the back seat before he got in. Both Oscar and Y/N had practically begged Gemma to be the peacekeeper and sit between them, but she claimed that she ‘needed to sit in the front because she gets motion sickness’ Y/N called out her shit and said that they had spent millions of car rides together in the back.

It was hard to not grab Oscar by the throat and throttle him into next week but Y/N kept her composure - and kept her hands to herself. It was almost peaceful at first, if you ignore the massive amounts of tension between the two, but that all soon changed as soon as Oscar opened his mouth,

“Do you know how long the car ride is?” he asked, directed to literally anyone in the car who could give him an answer.

“Longer than your F1 debut race” Y/N muttered under her breath, she did mean for him to hear it as she thought it was a pretty good joke. Turns out, it's probably not best to joke about race finishes - in this case, race not finishes - with someone who despises you.

“What the fuck, that’s not funny” he said turning to her.

Y/N stayed staring at her phone but let out a little giggle at his response. Oscar huffed and practically threw himself back into his seat.

“It’s about a 45 minute drive, Oscar” The driver, Kim (also Oscar’s performance coach) answered for him.

‘45 minutes with this bellend’ Y/N said in her mind before rolling her eyes and rotating her phone to watch a show on Netflix.

Oscar was in the same boat ‘No fucking way am I spending 45 minutes with her’ he thought to himself.

A loud ding sound echoed through the back of the car,

“Are you playing sudoku? What are you a fucking child?” Oscar commented. Y/N just scowled at him and stuck her tongue out. Oscar gave her a pointed look, then she realised, huffed, and pushed herself further into her seat.

This was going to be one hell of a car ride.

A/N: Hey guys sorry for the late update, I didn’t drop off the face of the earth. I’ve been so stressed out with schoolwork recently so updates will be scarce 😬 Thank you guys for all the support on the first part I literally love you all!!! Still working out the ropes to tumblr but i promise I will get there in the end.

Taglist: @chiliwhore (comment or lmk to be added i guess!!)

[mango-bango-bby]

ughhhhh i need more platonic kiribaku for my inner child can i request them with a kid who feels pressured to be perfect, maybe with grades because they’re both pro heros? maybe a teen reader

♡ Pressure ♡

(A/N: I was exactly that way too when I was younger lol!! They comfort my inner child too, I honestly don’t even know if they’d send you to school, they’re so protective over you 😭😭 I love platonic family)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, Kiribaku, parents kiribaku, intense pressure for good grades, crying, a lot of comfort 💘

Summary: You feel pressured to have good grades all the time for your fathers (Platonic!Yan!Bakugou x GN!Teen!reader x Platonic!Yan!Kirishima)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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“I’m home!” you call out, trying to keep your voice calm. “Hi baby, welcome home! How was your day? Did anything happen today?” Your papa, Eijiro calls out. They had a system where one would stay at home and one would be at work. Despite being a teenager, they still saw you as their little baby. They still needed to look after you.

“It was fine” you say blankly, setting your shoes next to the door. Eijiro’ s face immediately drops, your voice wasn’t normal. You sounded sad. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?” He asks, reaching out to grab your arm so you can’t run away from him and avoid the confrontation.

You avoid it, pulling your arm away, beginning to go to your room. “I already said, I’m fine” you say, trying to keep your head down to hide the tears welling up in your eyes. You knew that your dads would love you no matter what. You knew that they would support you no matter what. Even when you did something wrong, they defended you, even if you were in the wrong. You were their perfect little baby angel.

However that didn’t mean that other people gave you that same sympathy. You were the child of two pro-heroes, everyone expected a lot of you. Your teachers and other students knew you as the adopted child of Dynamight and Red Riot. You needed to be good enough to be their child. You needed to excel in everything academic, anything other than perfection was unacceptable.

You scroll mindlessly on your phone, trying to ignore what had happened earlier. You knew you didn’t really understand the topic of the test but you still tried, you studied for hours. But when you got your test back today, your heart dropped to your stomach. You had gotten a seventy eight on your test. And you couldn’t handle it. Everyone else did so much better than you. How could you be so stupid!?

You lose track of the time while on your phone, not noticing how your fathers had been standing outside your room, whispering about what to do. “Y/n, dinners done. Come out” Katsuki says from outside your door. He silently curses himself for how rude the words come out. But you’ve been raised by him so you understand what he means and that he sounds worried.

“I’m not hungry” you say calmly, trying not to show how you really feel. “You still need to eat” Eijiro says, knocking on your door to ask for you to let them in. “Are you okay? Are you feeling alright?” He asks again, knowing now nervous that maybe you’re sick.

“I already told you, I’m fine” you say, almost in an angry tone. You’re trying to assert yourself, show that you’re fine. But you knew they would pry it out of you and what if they were just as disappointed in you as you are. “Y/n, you either come out and tell us what’s wrong or we go in there and we won’t leave until you tell us” Katsuki says sternly. He always was the one to be less soft on you.

They both back up from the door a little bit as you open it. You keep your head down slightly so they can’t see your puffy eyes. “What’s wrong?” Katsuki asks, watching your bottom lip wobble. You try to keep it under control but you can’t keep it up anymore, the exterior you’re trying to put on is crumbling.

“I’m sorry-” you hiccup, Eijiro immediately pulling you into a tight hug. You still cry in the same way you did when you were younger. They still look at you and see the toddler who would cling to them and cry because of a nightmare. “What’re you sorry for?” Katsuki asks, running his hand over your hair in a soothing way.

“I k-keep trying to study more to get better grades- but every time, I j-just end up failing” you cry, holding tightly onto your papa, pulling in Katsuki. “I’m sorry” you sob, Eijiro whispering that it doesn’t matter and that you did your best. Your fathers look at each other, both knowing they’re thinking the same thing.

Perhaps it’s time for homeschooling. You won’t be as stressed anymore and you won’t have the pressure from other students. You’ll be safer at home.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[konigenblobbity]

Request: Out of Line [Miguel]

Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader

Warnings: Angst, yelling, insults, sad reader, crying, cursing

—> [Hobie’s Version]

Request: [Anon] your angst is so UGHHHHH AMAZING. im literally reading every single thing on your masterlist. i need more hobie hurt/comfort or miguel or anyone actually idc who it is i just love your writingggg. maybe like they’ve had a bad day and reader tries to help but instead they get annoyed and say sum ab then being annoying n never shutting up and reader gets quiet after and stuff. although i’ll literally read anything you put out thank you!!!

A/n: More of a repost because I wanted to separate Hobie’s and Miguel’s so :) might even make a part two for this

Miguel entered your apartment, slamming the door behind him as he did. You could hear his heavy footsteps before you even saw him, he was cursing under his breath planning on going straight to your shared bedroom, ignoring your silent figure sat on the couch.

The sound of his footsteps made their way behind you, walking past the couch and you without another word. It was then that your anger turned to rage. He doesn’t spare a single word to you after not showing up to ANOTHER date. It was the same date you’ve rescheduled 2 times before, seeing as he missed those too.

You turned your head and looked over at him, watching as he walked up the steps. That’s when you stood up off the couch and walked over to the base of the staircase. “Took you long enough…” your voice causes him to stop in his tracks, he turns halfway and looks at you. His face was blank, clearly unbothered and indifferent.

“Oh… hi darling, didn’t see you” his voice was calm and smooth. It wasn’t what he sounded like that threw you off… it’s what he didn’t sound like that did. His voice held no remorse or guilt… how could he not feel guilty!? He then pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs “I’m gonna take a shower and go straight to bed. I’ll see you in a bit” he turned to walk back up the stairs.

With that you can’t help but scoff, crossing your arms before speaking. “That’s all?” He stops again and turns, this time making his body fully face you. “What?” He asks, and you picked up on a hint of irritation in his tone. He placed his hands on hips, and when you didn’t clarify immediately he raises his eyebrows and shrugs obnoxiously.

“Miguel I deserve an explanation before you just ‘go straight to bed’. Where were you?” Your tone was stern and you looked at him expectantly, waiting for his apology. He just looked at you as if you had grown two heads. He then let out a chuckle… looking down and shaking his head.

“Sweetheart… I was on a mission. I always told you not to wait up for me didn’t I? You could’ve just gone to bed without me” he looked at you as if it was obvious. Your eyes went wide and you looked at him absolutely speechless. He brushed you off entirely, assuming you felt bad, and spoke again. “It’s alright… i forgive you” and that’s when you broke out of your daze.

“I’m sorry what?!” Your sudden harsh tone shocked Miguel, his hands visibly lifting off his waist for a moment as his brows furrowed. “You let me wait for you for 3 hours in a restaurant, alone, only for you to FINALLY come home and then say that you forgive me?!” you shake your head in disbelief.

You rub at your forehead while letting out a long breath, hoping it would subdue your rage. Miguel finally processed what you said, his eyes widening in realization. The date… oh crap the date! His hands fall from his waist and one goes to run through his hair. “Shit… it completely slipped my mind. I was caught up in an important mission”

He begins to walk down the stairs, his expression a mix of indifference and exhaustion. When he reaches you at the bottom he gives you a smile that barely read as apologetic. “I should have called or texted bu-“ he leans in to kiss your cheek but you immediately step back, looking at him with an awestruck expression.

“No. Miguel. You should’ve been at the restaurant. It was your idea and you promised you’d be there” when you pull away he placed his hands back on his hips before letting out an annoyed huff. “Look I’ll make it up to you. I just got busy” he wasn’t even looking at you, he hadn’t even apologized yet… you felt your blood continue to boil at how little of a shit he seemed to give.

“You always ‘get busy’. This date was supposed to be you making up for the other two dates that you missed because you ‘got busy’…” he picked up on your irritation and immediately made it worse by shrugging. “You know my line of work. Things come up” it’s then that you scoffed, really sick of how he was brushing you off while you were about to explode.

“Miguel. I get that. But then don’t promise me you’ll show up! I’m sick and tired of you making promises you can’t keep!” As you got louder, not dropping the topic, Miguel became even more frustrated… his patience slipping. You watched as his expression shifted to reflect his irritation.

“Fine. I’ll stop making promises… seeing as they only lead to you yelling at me” he mumbled the last part under his breath but you heard it. You physically step back at those words, that’s when his eyes focus on you again, the lack of remorse in his gaze hurting more than his words.

“Why do you have to be such a prick… what you did hurt me Miguel, don’t you get that?! Not only did you forget, but you bailed… AGAIN and then come home and brush me off like I’m nothing” you weren’t yelling, keeping your voice low and rather accentuating the malice behind every word you spoke.

“Well I guess I have bigger problems than hurting your feelings! You ever think of that huh? I don’t have time to care about whatever the hell you’re going through!” The words spilled out of his mouth before he could filter them. As you process his words, your face shifts to shock, fists clenching tightly, waterline glistening as your eyes well up.

The man you’ve known and loved for years… who you thought you would marry, just told you he doesn’t care about you or your feelings. Not only that… he didn’t even hesitate to say it. You step back further, placing a hand on the wall next to you, as if to brace yourself. His demeanor shifting as he saw your bottom lip begin to quiver.

His eyes, having been heartless and cold seconds ago dropped into a look of guilt. His whole expression fell… his brows furrowing and lips parting as he too realized what he just said. He watched as you placed a hand over your mouth as your tears began to fall, softly beginning to sob into the palm of your hand.

“Shit… sweetheart I didn’t mean that.” He tried to approach you, arms raised so he could hold you. His heart pained as he watched how you continued to step back, slipping away from him. “D-don’t…” your voice was breaking, shaky with your heavy breathing before soft sobs began to rack your body. It’s then that you walk forward, past him as you begin to walk up the stairs.

He tries to reach for your arm but you manage to dodge his hand and rush the rest of the way upstairs. His footsteps can be heard behind you as you hurry your way to your shared bedroom. He continues to try and plead with you as he follows behind “Darling please… I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Please just let me explain” you ignore him entirely.

Once inside the bedroom you grab a pillow from the bed and hurriedly grab a spare blanket from the closet. You walk to the doorway of the bedroom where Miguel stands. Harshly you shove the pillow and blanket against his chest, causing him to stumble back a little at the strength your anger gave you.

“You can sleep on the couch. You get your wish, you can go straight to bed” somehow you found the strength to look him in the eyes. Yours were glossed over with tears and the only thing he could find in them was agony, his eyes began to well up at the sight of you so upset… especially since he knew it was his fault.

“Sweetheart please… let’s talk about this” he drops the pillow and blanket and reaches an arm forward, softly circling it around your forearm. You forcibly pull it back, wincing as you feel the claws of his suit scratch at your skin. Glancing down you notice the claw mark and how you began bleeding… Miguel noticed too.

“Shit you’re bleeding!” He goes to react immediately, trying to step towards you but you just push him away again, with both hands this time. “No! Stop it!” You yell and he’s frozen in place, eyes glancing between your bleeding arm and burning eyes. Your breathing was heavy, he saw it in how your chest frantically rose and fell.

“But you’re in pain!” He tries to reason but you just scoff. An grin crosses your face, it immediately unnerved him… it was made worse when you chuckled softly. “What do you care… like you said, you’ve got bigger problems” with that you slam the door in his face. He could hear your footsteps retreat into the bathroom.

He stepped up to the door and leaned his forehead against it… he could hear your sobs through the wood. They were frantic and distraught, he heard how your breathing was split as you tried to gasp for air. Your whole body overwhelmed with this feeling of misery and pain. If Miguel wanted to he could open the door and walk in, but he didn’t dare… too afraid of hurting his chances for forgiveness by doing so.

Miguel began to cry silently, when the first tear broke away dozens more followed. Burning a hot trail down his cheeks. He stayed at the door for a while, whispering softly as if you could hear him. “Please… sweetheart I’m sorry” his voice was pleading… begging for you to be the one to open the door.

Even if it was to hit him or cuss him out… He just wanted an opportunity to drop to his knees and apologize, tell you just how sorry he was for hurting you like this. After your sobs fell silent he called out for you. “Darling? Please… I know I messed up” he was met with silence but he knew you were awake… he knew you were curled up in bed hugging your pillow tightly.

“I didn’t mean it… I swear. I should have never said it and I should have been there tonight.” Once again you say nothing, he does however hear the soft rustle of the bedsheets. He let out a long breath and spoke again “We’ll talk about this in the morning… alright? I’m so goddamn sorry sweetheart” his voice was raspy and trembling slightly, his breathing uneven and broken.

“Good night… I love you” that was his last attempt and like all the others… he got no response. Slowly, he leaned away from the door, wiping his tear stained cheeks with the back of his hand.

As he did that, he noticed the slight blood that glistened on the claws of his suit. He grabbed the blanket and hurriedly wiped his claw clean with the edge of it, hating the sight of it on his hands. His stomach turned at the fact that it was your blood… practically a physical symbol of how he hurt you.

He then grabbed the pillow you gave him… his wounded heart warmed slightly at the fact that, no matter how angry you were, you still gave him a pillow and blanket to sleep with. He was about to head down to the couch to sleep but stopped, instead dropping down onto the floor and leaning against the wall of your bedroom.

He took a moment to close his eyes and steady his breathing. He then grabbed the pillow and placed it on the floor, lying down and pulling the blanket over his body. As his head hit the pillow his heart skipped a beat… in your anger you accidentally gave him your pillow. He was so glad that you did.

It smelled like you and Miguel couldn’t help how he immediately embraced it into his arms and nuzzled his face into it. Taking a deep inhale as his body melted at the familiar scent that he loved so dearly.

He slept outside that door the whole night, holding your pillow close to his chest, eyes not closing once as he thought of what he could say or do to make it up to you.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Hidden truth; forbidden lies||

~~Reserved Blank period/Naruto au with @kaito-akimoto ~~

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHERE SHE IS!?" One of the ninja speaks but sees that Hiroshi was looking down quiet while he was unsure why.

"I'm telling the truth here! I don't know what happened to her. I was just talking to her that night and she-"

"And you didn't follow or report her missing at all?! You baka! You should have contacted me or the hokage when it happened or after a few days!!" he winces hearing the anger in their sensei's voice. However, she was worried. Eiji said nothing but he was worried.

"For the last time, what happened? Do you remember?" another ninja asked. However, he was trying to remember.

"I...."

~~~~~~~~

"For the last time Panda how come you won't date me! Your just being dumb." Hanoka looks to Hiroshi with arms crossed now annoyed but he was her teammate but he still was hardheaded.

"Listen Hiroshi, I told you once and I'll say it again. I'm not going to dump Kaito because your telling me to. You don't get it." she sighed but he only looks to her.

"But I'm better than him! I'm cooler and I'm better with the ladies. If you just listen to me I can be a better boyfriend for you!" he said but she glares.

"I am not doing it! I love Kaito and your not forcing me to change my mind. So just stop it already!" she said angry but turns to walk off. "And stop calling me panda!" she said now walking home.

"Panda wait! Ughhhhh women!" he said but grumbles to go home. However, three men was watching the Saima heading home but one glares at her. However, Hiroshi sighed not knowing what she saw him Kaito but he was determined to win her heart.

'I will win your heart Hanoka. I know it! I don't know what you see in him but..I wish you were not so stubborn about it.' he thought not knowing she was being kidnapped that same night.

~~~~~~~~~

"I swear I don't know! I don't remember! All I know is I thought she was heading home honestly! I had no idea she would be......she.."

"Hiroshi, Hanoka Saima was kidnapped you idiot! I know we are in the blank period but I don't need ninjas missing. And she's been gone for weeks now! No one knows where she is! NO ONE!" the ninja said but sighed. "And thanks to you, I have to inform the ANBU about this-"

"NO!!"

"No!? What do you mean no!?"

"You don't understand, if you tell them especially Kaito I'll get my ass kicked or worse killed! Kaito dosen't know about this and he will kill me if he thinks I was the one that let her get kidnapped!" he said.

".....I have no choice Hiroshi. I already asked him and the others to show to help find her. They don't know the mission yet but they have to know.." the hokage said but he sees him scared with Eiji not saying a word. He did mess up but he should have said something. Followed by him holding something in his pocket. Yeah, he was dead.

[chalkrevelations]

Ughhhhh, I'm feeling absurdly melancholy about OF and BostonNick this afternoon, when I only came into this show for a good time. I watched QaF and The L Word, I know the melodrama and how things can turn on a dime, I wasn't really expecting anything less, it's just ...

Boston and Nick were the relationship I was most interested to see in this show, and with one episode left, and the specter of Boeing looming over that, I'm just left with this impending sense of wasted potential. These two characters have had the outline of an amazing arc, where they worked their way through a lot of shit - their own and other people's - to reach the point where they may actually be the least toxic couple right now, but it's been a bare-bones presentation. I feel like the audience has been left to do the work of sussing out a lot of subtextual stuff about the characters and their relationship, left to extrapolate a lot of what's been going on - which, fine, that kind of thing is my jam, and if it was a shorter season, like Moonlight Chicken length, and we were doing this with all the characters, ok. But this is in contrast to the sometimes excruciating detail we've gotten on other characters and relationships as they've run around in circles, sometimes enacting the same drama repeatedly.

I mean, is this a metatexual thing? A storytelling device? Am I supposed to be as tired of Top and Mew going back and forth as I am? Am I supposed to be dreading the amount of screentime it looks like Sand and Ray are going to suck up in the last episode having manufactured drama over Boeing when what they really need to be focused on dealing with is whether Sand's lifestyle is at all conducive to Ray's recovery and sobriety - because it's not just the plum wine business?

Am I supposed to feel like Boston and Nick seem to have been pushed to the outskirts, turned into an afterthought? Don't get me wrong - Mark and Neo continue to eat their scenes alive when they're actually allowed on screen, but like I've said before, it's a good thing they're as talented as they are, because in lesser hands, Boston and Nick would have absolutely been drowned out at this point. They're lucky to get six minutes of screentime, tops, each episode.

I realize I'm at a disadvantage here, because I went into this without investment in the two branded pairs, who are almost certain to not only get screentime but to end up together because, well, branding - even though I can't see what it would hurt to one time have at least an open ending. I honestly don't care, at this point, what happens with Top and Mew, that's how done I am with their interminable push-and-pull. The smartest thing Top ever said was "Maybe we need to stop doing this," before he let Mew pull him in again. But whatever. I do think that a more honest, organic ending for Sand and Ray needs to deal with the fact that Sand's lifestyle - both now and the one he projects for himself in the future - is going to be really difficult for Ray, and that maybe the most caring thing Sand could do for Ray, at least right now, is let him go so that Ray can be in a healthier environment, at least during active rehab, and Ray needs to come to terms with that decision.

Meanwhile, I'm looking at my unbranded pair of actors, who've been given limited screentime for the audience to actually invest in them, who are difficult characters anyway - particularly Boston - who likely are the show's only chance at a pair not ending up together and are therefore almost by default the pair most likely to end up separately as a sacrifice on the altar of "realism," and who now have Boeing hanging over them in literally the last two minutes of the game. And I'm bracing myself. Boeing, diaboli ex machina, either literally out of nowhere, or as a complete surprise because we haven't been given any sense - throughout 11 episodes of Top's childhood fire trauma and Mew's moms' cafe and Sand's numerous side hustles and Ray's taste in music - that there's any preexisting connection between Boston and Boeing, unlike with Top or Sand and their triangle drama that's been repeatedly mentioned. And maybe that's more storytelling device, Boston the enigma, Boston who we don't have access to metatextually the same way the people around him don't have access to him within the narrative, but as a viewer, it reaches a point where that's just frustrating and unfulfilling. And I'm only fan-wanking that it's an effect they're actually trying to achieve in the first place, giving them a benefit of the doubt, when it's maybe just as likely that they just haven't bothered to spend the time that they have with other characters.

So here we are, bottom of the ninth, and here comes Boeing, and I'm bracing myself.

And maybe feeling a little bit of anticipatory grief for what could have been.

[lostnfounder]

[The following is a transcript of an interaction that took place between Lostfield Reporter Ruth Shirbon and Chad Ellis “Fuckface” Ollaman.]

[There’s a sound of a car door shutting and footsteps on concrete as Ruth trudges slowly in the direction of the house--or, rather, mansion.]

R: Goddammit, man! Every time I come here it seems like this fuckin’ house gets way further up on this fuckin’ hill. Ughhhhh…

[There’s around another minute of nothing except footsteps, heavy breathing, and grumbling. It finally pauses as Ruth reaches the house, notable in the slight change of the sound of their bootsteps.]

[The footsteps stop, and then there’s a sound of a doorbell ringing.]

R: He better be home right now, or I swear to god…

[A different set of footsteps are heard, and a door opening from inside.]

C: Hey, man, glad you, uh, decided to come.

R: [Nearly cutting him off.] Yeah, whatever, man. What is it you needed to show me--and next time, maybe just, I don’t know, send me a picture or something?? [A chain clinking as she holds the necklace accusingly out in front of her.]

C: I didn't have your number! Plus, it's kinda freaking me out. I wasn't thinking right.

R: [Grumbling.] Well, I’m at least glad you aren’t drunk off your ass this time. 

[There’s a rustling as Ruth pushes past Chad into the house, not bothering to take off their boots for his house’s dumb rules. They sigh.]

R: Are your parents home right now?? I don’t really care but I’d rather they didn’t start assuming we’re dating and then completely non-subtly insinuating that you can do better again.

C: Dude, I hated that as much as you did. And no, they aren't. All empty, I... made sure to check afterwards. It's about Will, though. Not them.

R: [A bit softer. There’s also a pause, like she’s examining her surroundings.] Afterwards?

C: I was looking over things for fun, just bored, and..and I, uh. [Chad clears his throat.] Sorry. I found some worrying stuff. And I don't know what to do, dude. 

R: …Alright, well. Go on. 

C: Where do I start, man? The tapes, the... uh... substance? [Brief pause.] Sorry, this is just. [He let's out an exasperated sigh] Fuck, man.

R: Tapes-? [Sigh.] Show me something concrete. Please. This house feels like it’s judging me.

C: Right, I can do that. Uh, follow me then? 

[Ruth is led further into the big-ass mansion, and into a room that appears to be focused solely on security.]

R: [Muttered.] Of course you have a security room. [There’s a small sound of a shutter clicking.]

C : They're... I don't even have an explanation for this. It's over here though, dude. [Chad turns to a separate screen, off to the side.]

R: [Dryly.] Yeah, wow. Several flatscreens. I’m so impressed. 

C: Mom and Dad, not me. I just use them, dude! 

R: Sure, sure, whatever. What’s this thing you’re gonna show me?

C: It's the last day Will was here... Something's happened to the footage, its. Weird.

R: …Well??

{By this point he loads up the security footage from Christmas Eve, 2019, one of the rooms in the basement. 1:31 PM. It shows him and Will sitting on a gray couch together. Will glancing up at Chad every so often. It looks like they're watching a movie, snacks laid out on a small table before them. The hardwood floors shine with the light from a lamp in the corner.}

C: I'm pretty sure we were just having a movie date, but it's… fuzzy in my mind. I don't know.

{Around a minute or so of this goes by before something changes. Something appears in the doorframe to the next room, appearing to be a shoe. Will looks up towards that direction, but then the feed abruptly cuts. Suddenly, the footage is showing Chad asleep on the couch, and a rug on the floor under the table where there wasn’t one before. The lights are also turned out, making it dimmer than before. The footage time reads 2:47 PM.}

R: Okay? So what. Looks like one of your parents got home and discovered you. I mean, like. I get they don’t know you’re gay, or- well, I guess didn’t know, but come on, does this really warrant this much of a reaction?

C: That's the thing, they don't. They have no clue. And I remember them coming home later that day.

R: …And unless you randomly decided you wanted to redecorate with this mystery person, then... Can you take me to that room? 

C: Oh, yeah, sure dude. I didn't.. notice that really. 

R: How.

[There’s a sound of footsteps on carpeting as Ruth walks to the exit of the room and into the hallway. Chad follows as a fainter set of footsteps.]

C: I don't know it's... like the fuzzy thing dude. It just feels like it's supposed to be there...?

[There’s a minute or so of awkward silence and walking before a door opens and Chad leads them down into the basement.]

C: This one right... here! 

R: Jesus, your house has too many rooms. [She pushes open the door.]

{The room looked almost exactly the same as it did in the video, save for the lack of pre-packaged snacks. TV on one wall, couch at the other, rug and coffee table in the middle of it all. I kinda just started looking around the room while asking some more questions.}

R: So you’re sure your parents weren’t home until later? You said your memory’s kinda hazy. And with this house’s security system… How would any intruder even have, like, gotten in here, man??

C:  I don't know, dude! They shouldn't have been able to get through at all, and I'm definitely sure Mom and Dad weren't there. 

R: If you’re sure. [Slight pause.] Have the cameras ever done that before, though? The weird footage jump.

C: Never. I thought it could just be a glitch, but...

R: Yeah, it. Definitely seems like a weird coincidence.

[There’s a brief pause, both of them seeming to stand in place for a moment.]

R: Can you help me with the, uh, rug?

C: Oh, yeah, sure. I got you.

[There’s a rustling as the two of them lift up the sides of the rug. Ruth struggles for a moment.]

R: What the fuck?? It’s all stuck to the floor here. 

C: Okay, Mom would murder someone if they stuck something to the floor.

R: Yeah, I can imagine. That woman has a resting face that can kill. [Small crackling noise as the rug is pried up slightly further from the floor.] Okay, I think I- Jesus fucking christ.

C: What? Let me- no. Ruth that- that isn't.. No. Fuck no.

{It’s a fairly large bloodstain, old enough that it’s gone a shade of brown.}

R: [Immediately dropping the rug back on it.] What the fuck???

 C: I dont- I.. you don't think that's..?

R: We… We don’t know anything for sure. We don’t know anything!! I mean. Like. [Pause.] But it wasn’t here before the rug got put down… How would…

C: I let him get hurt, didn't I. I can't.. I can't think of any other way this much... fuck, dude. How did... How did someone even get in?

R: I don’t know, I don’t know. Just- Fuck, wait. Christmas Eve. That was the last I ever heard from him. I texted him with a Merry Christmas in the morning, and he texted back, and- and then I never fucking heard from him again. I thought he just left for England and ghosted me a few days in advance. We all thought that.

C: I just thought he left. Why did I think that, man... I knew--I know-- he wouldn't just... What do we do??

R: I don’t. I don’t know. I. This can’t be real. I’m dreaming. I’ve been focusing on the fucking corkboard too much, this... God.

C: I can slap you if you think this isn't real? That normally works for me?

R: Do not touch me.

C: Not going to, just an offer!

R: …You don’t think maybe. Uh.

C: Are you seriously still stuck on the 'Showfall is demons' thing?

R: I never said anything about demons, okay!! 

[Awkward pause.]

R: And yes, but that’s not what I was insinuating there!

C: I still think it was robots if anything, dude. Anyways. What did you mean then?

R: Sure. And, uh. I just meant Showfall in general. What if they have something to do with…? God, I probably sound crazy. It’s… It’s been a wild few months, man. 

C: Dude, it sounds like it. Do you think they'd do shit like that though? Like, they're a media company. Surely the police would be involved? What would they want with a 16 year old?

R: Who fucking knows. At this point I know I’ve seen weirder. The police don’t do shit, either, so I’m on my own in that regard. God. [She pauses for a moment.] You don’t think maybe he’s…

C: ...dead?

R: Well don’t say it out loud, man! I just. [Quick sigh.] There’s a fucking giant bloodstain on the floor. I don’t know what to think. 

C: It doesn't look like enough to... kill... Four years, Ruth. We... Fuck, dude.

R: I never believed it. At the time. That he would just… leave. Like that. Without saying bye. But now… 

C: I tried to contact the people he was staying with, but those guys up and disappeared. Only found out a few months later that they were found... [Shaky sigh.] I don't like thinking about it, man. 

R: Oh, shit, I almost forgot about that. They… died, right? Freak accident with an animal or something?

C: Yeah. I don't... I'm starting to think it wasn't an animal.

R: Jesus christ.

C: I don't, I- oh, shit. Ruth, dude, you need to go. Now.

R: HUH?? RUDE??? 

C: No, no, no! Mom and dad are coming back!

R: What?? How do you-

[They pause for a second, and very distantly, the sound of a car rumbling to a stop can be heard.]

R: Ohhh, shit.

C: MHM.

R: Well, have fun with your fuckin’... rug. Thing. Happening. I’m getting out of here.

C: How the fuck could I have fun with that?! It's our friend's fucking blood!

R: I am choosing to not process that right now.

[There’s a sound of brief rustling and then a door shutting, Ruth huffing as Chad appears to follow her.]

R: What??

C: I need to distract them, so you can get out properly. And...

R: [Deep sigh.] Alright, whatever.

[The floor creaking slightly as the two of them begin to ascend the stairs.]

R: God, this is just like when we’d all come over to your house for those honorary weekend meetings. Always had to sneak around them so they wouldn’t comment on the fact that our clothes looked thrifted, or whatever.

C: Fuck, yeah. I… miss those days, dude. I'm gonna be honest.

R: Yeah, well. It’s... I wish things had stayed normal. But they didn’t. So.

C: ...I do too. The guys are... well. They aren't like you guys, that's for sure.

R: What, already tired of your frat brothers, or whatever? NYU not all it’s cracked up to be? 

C: It's nice and all, don't get me wrong, but... not the same as you guys. 

R: [An almost laugh.] Chad Ollaman misses being a nerd. Never thought I’d see the day.

[Sound of a door opening.]

R: Jesus. This is like a horror movie. Where even are they?

C: I wish I could tell you. Uhhh, hazarding a guess, 1st floor, kitchen?

R: Chad we are on the first floor. 

C: Ah. Yeah, let's just, go in here really quick-? 

R: No, shit, man, it sounds like they’re over there. You go distract them, or whatever your plan was. 

C: I'm on it. And Ruth?

R: Wh- Yeah?

C: Thank you, man. I just... Yeah. Thanks for everything, dude.

R: …Yeah, well. Have fun with your new life, Chad.

{By this point I snuck off while Chad went to distract his parents with… something about seeing an intruder in the garden, I don’t know, I only caught a couple words. Hopefully it went over well??}

[Awkward, sparse footsteps before there’s a sound of a door clicking closed very quietly.]

[Ruth sighs. There’s a light clinking sound as she takes the necklace back out of her pocket.]

R: Dammit, man.

[End of transcript.]

[faenemy]

Hii don't mind me, just wanted to ramble abt Mark and friends series in ur ask box cuz why not :3 (you've drawn fanart of them b4 btw!)

SO LETS START OFF WITH SOME CONTEXT. Mark and friends is a completed series on YouTube made by this guy ashur gharavi, it follows the story of Mark blah blah i can't talk in this format snymore I need to go silly mode holf on. SO MARK IS GHIS 'LITTLE MONSTER' KID RIGHT, AND ANOTHER CHARACTER IS BILLY WHO IS AN ADUKT HUMAN. SO THE SERIES IS KINDA LIKE A KIDS CARTOON BUT WITH BLOOD AND MURDER. BILLY KIDNAPPED MARK AND FORCED HIM TO DO STUFF FOR CAMERA. AS THE SERIES GO ON, THERE WILL BE LITTLE HINTS IN THE FORM OF NEWSPAPER OF LIKE WHATS ACTUALLY GOING ON AND WHY HES FOING THIS. READ EVERY SINGLE BACKGROUND NEWSPAPER EVEN IF IT DOESNT FEEL IMPORTANT, THE LITTLE DETAILS ARE SOOOO GOOD. MARK IS LIKE 10 YEARS OLD AND HES LITERALLY SO CUTE, HE DONT DESERVE EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENWD TO HIM. IM NOT GONNA SPOIL THE ENDING FOR U, CUZ ITS LITERALLY SO GOOD I REMEMBWR WHEN I FIRST WATCHED IT AND THE ENDINV IS JUST SO PULLING MY HEAET STRINGS AND LIKE SUCH A TENSE SCENE YK. ITS LITERALLY SO GOOD, THERE ARE 3 COMPILATIONS OF IT (PART 1,2 AND 3) I THINK ITS LIKE 2 HOURS LONG PLEASE PLEASE WATCH IT (ONLY IF U WANNA OFC NO PRESSURE) I LOVE THE CHARACTERS SO MUCH THEYRE SO WELL WRITTEN, I HATE BILLY BUT I LOVE HOW WELL HIS CHARACTER AND MANIPULATION IS WRITTEN HES SO FUCKING CRUEL. I LOVE HOW ASHUR ISNT AFRAID TO JUST FUCKIMG MAKE HIM DO TERRIBLE AWFUL SHIT. I LOVE IT SO MJCH ITS SO CREATIVE I LOVE MARK TOO, HWS SO CUTE I LOVE DRAWING HIM. OH AND ALSO, ITS CANON THAT TWOMP TAKES PLACE AFTERRR THAT SERIES AND MARK IS FRIENDS WITH ARGOS AND MR PLANT. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEYRE SO UGHHHHH. THE ACTOR IS EYE CANDY TOO HES SO COOL. PLEASE WATCH IT ILL GIVE U A COOKIE IF U DO (AGAIN, ONLY IF U WANNA THO NO PRESSURE) :3

SOME PICTURES ^^

(This ask wasn't proofread btw)

HI HI HI Thank you for the ask box rambles I love them <3

Definitely did not go and binge the whole series, nope, not me

ANYWAY MY RAMBLINGS AS I WATCHED AND THOUGHTS UNDER CUT

I love this little green guy!

Marks parents seem to be murdered (go figure)

I'm assuming he was kidnapped in an ice cream truck/van??

Mark is kept in a cage without an actual bed it seems, at least when he isn't on camera

Are the puppets the actual children, or do they just represent them?

Mark keeps rubbing his side/stomach, maybe where his kidney was removed??

Child star shows an actual person so kidnapper might have started as a child star?

Grandma knows her kiddo is still alive (GET HIS ASS)

Is the plant guy who killed Big Monster Mr plant?

Donovan escapes???

Cupcake monster gets killed (very sadge)

WHY THE FUCK DID THEY PUT TOMATOES IN A FRUIT SALAD??? JAIL!!!!

apparently monsters are edible, might be some cannibali going on?

Also humans are considered monsters in this world

In "cooking" the newspaper is obscured, but it seems to read (missing childs body found, but not his head) Cupcake Monster???

UPDATE DEFO CUPCAKE MONSTER NOOOOOO

No Illinois, Minnesota or Indiana

Maybe the other kids were from Minnesota and Indiana, since Mark is from Illinois?

Aight my man was defo the child star, I'm assuming he is repeatimg the crimes of big monster???

Oop so search led to Indiana, snap my prior theory lol

Big monsters cousin changes last name

Frame lasted long on that, so I assume it's important

I keep forgetting Billy's name LMAO

Big monster and sewer? Seems like an It reference

So they're near Michigan now, noted

WHY MUST YOU TORMENT ME :(((( I luv paper bag dog NOOOOOO

Mark seems more vocal and challeging billy more now

Billy straight up gave the kids psychedelics my god

Someone save the child pls

Donovan my beloved is traumatized:((((

Oooooh the photos in the background are crying now, I think those are Marks parents?

Mr plant defo killed Big Monster, king shit

OOOOOH

okay so kid star (johnny) met with big monster in the sewer, got murdered

But Billy was the one who encouraged him to, Billy was going to star in the movie before Big Monster was convicted. So he was the kid who was crying in the article because his role was dropped

NOOOOOO MARK IS ADDICTED TO DRUGS

Get HIS ASS GRANDMA

I can't read the teleprompter, get this dude some glasses.

Just remembered how Mark cannonicly has his photos taken???? And sold I think??? Wtf???

Donovan had started a charity:((( he thinks his friends are gone

The date on the newspaper in the back keeps changing

Can I fight Billy??? I think I could take him easy

Mark straight up ate a razor blade get this kid a doctor

OH MY GOSH THEY'RE GOING TO THE DOCTOR

APOLLO HAS BLESSED ME

the eye test in the back reads "Mark has one more week before I kill him" if my new son dies I riot

Can I adopt Mark

Goal list; dispose, replace, repeat

I wonder if there are other shows featuring Donovan and Cupcake Monster?

Why were they kidnapped?

Befriend that strange man??? NOOOO

Did my son just kill Billy???? HELL YEAH

RUN BOY RUN

MY SON IS SAFE!!!!

In conclusion, I would like to adopt Cupcake Monster, they are now my child. I would also like to punch Billy repeatedly :D

[kitkatwinchester]

GUYS I DON'T EVEN NEED TO SEE THE REST THAT SEASON WAS PERFECT!

I mean, obviously I need to see the rest, because I want to see the rest, but GUYS THAT ENDING WAS SO PERFECT OMGGGGG.

Like, okay, am I sad that Stiles didn't end up with Lydia (...yet?)? Yes. But am I SOOO freaking happy that Jackson is alive? Absolutely. And, like, as much as I want Stiles to be happy, and as much as we can clearly tell he appreciates the real her more than anyone else, that scene between Jackson and Lydia was freaking BEAUTIFUL OMG.

And then the scene with Allison and Scott was so amazing. Like, obviously, I'm sad that they're not together right now, but I also totally get it, and Scott totally does too, and the fact that they both love each other enough to trust that they'll maybe end up together again someday is so cute.

And then don't even get me STARTED on the ending scene with Stiles and Scott. OMG STOP MY HEART CAN'T HANDLE THEIR FRIENDSHIP AHHHH!!!

THEY'RE SO STINKING CUTE AND HILARIOUS AND ADORABLE TOGETHER I'M SO GLAD THEY'RE STILL BESTIES I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AHHHH!!!! <3 <3 <3

Anyways. I think choosing to finish the season tonight was a good idea. It ended beautifully, and with JUST enough of a season three set-up (pack of alphas?? That's a thing?? Also did we ever actually figure out what Alan Deaton and counselor lady ACTUALLY are? Cause we seem to keep glossing over that....) to keep me intrigued, BUT enough wrap-up that I can maybe get myself to focus on school for the rest of the week and save the episode watching for the weekend.

...maybe.

We'll see how long I last. XD

All I'm saying is, if the show had ended there, I'd be happy.

However, I am even MORE happy that it did not, 'cause then I GET MORE OF MY BOYS AND AHHHHH!!!

This show is quite easily a 10/10 for me already. WHO LET ME GET OBSESSED AND INVOLVED IN ANOTHER FANDOM GOSH DARNAT! XD

You know what? I regret nothing. I welcome Teen Wolf with open arms lol.

Okay okay. I'm actually done now. Will I make it more than 24 hours without starting the next episode? I guess we'll find out tomorrow. XD

(UGHHHHH I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3)

[lovelykhaleesiii]

alright, alright, alright.

so first of all, pls assume that whenever I am talking about aegon, I am talking about chubby! aegon, the love of my life and the father of my future chubby children. oh gods the thought of him in a properly-made armor (with hints of both his love for Sunfyre and you... I... ugh).

also I don't know if this is just being weird, but whenever I have to wear tight attire, I get low key bruises, like it itches + hurts a bit and imagine it happens the same to poor aegon when he has to wear that constricting armor (because as suited for him as it is, it still needs to be skintight) and you rub everything with oils + kisses -> it soon turns into a body worship session.

for the next thing I have got to put a disclaimer (tw: non-con/dub-con): for the adrenaline-seeking aemond after a battle, chasing with his armor any relief and you, instead of being his wife, being his servant (like that mention of THAT scene in 'atonement' got me thinking; also to show up next to aegon in THAT dress?) and he just comes to you and rips what little he has to to get to your heat and to keep you there till the excitement shimmer and you have to walk away with his seed between your legs (a sight he enjoys very much).

but also the undressing of him from his armor and the slow comeback to your soft baby boy aegon, I... ugh... so yeah, I got it out and now I can go on with my day (no I can't)

girlie great minds think alike, Aegon in my mind ALWAYS is chubby. I see no one else 😫🥺 so glad we cleared that up!!! OMG CHONKER BABIES WITH AEGON YES PLZ, where do I sign?!

omg he loves how attentive and nurturing you are, how gentle you are with his body especially after returning home from battle. how you prepare a warm bath, with essential oils and all that good stuff. the way you gently wash him, stroking off the dirt and blood off him, he just watches you (sometimes if he’s really needy, he’ll drag you inside to fuck you in the bath). but he worships you like no tomorrow. he sees absolutely no flaw in your body. everytime he comes back home, he glorifies you as if it’s the first time he sees your body over and over again. you’re literally a goddess to him.

omg Aemond would literally rush back to you after battle. fuck everyone that even tries to stop or talk to him, he just bypasses them, finds you & locks the two of you away so he can just fuck you senseless the entire night, until he’s satisfied that there’s a babe in your belly. he often gets worried one day he might not return and wants a piece of you with him always 🥺

OMG AEGON CRAVING Y/N’S BODY HEAT YUM, but he’s the one exuding all the heat from all that fighting entrapped in all that heat. imagine he finds you out in the gardens or library in some stunning dress (like the iconic atonement one) & he just fucks you then and there. literally tears the dress up, and he only finds out after that it was a fave so he just commands someone to remake it for you…. Just to do the same thing all over again 🤭 he loves filling you to the brim, seeing how helpless you get trying to keep yourself composed as his cum pools from your cunt ughhhhh !!!

I LOVE THIS SM 😫😫😫💘

[tutuandscoot]

Ok because I’m still emotionally distraught from watching their hometown WOF speeches back to back the other day I’m just gonna say something..

Not that I or anyone who wasn’t there (or wasn’t them) would know but I have a feeling, since Scott’s ceremony was first that day, he maybe asked Tessa to stand up there with him after the plaque reveal while he gave his speech, since he says (off script) that it’s horrible they have to do this apart from each other. So at least having her up there with him he could feel that reassurance there and of course she wouldn’t have questioned it. Not that they couldn’t reassure each other from the crowd- but they wanted to be next to each other when they did it.

So I guess later that day for her ceremony, without even discussing it he would stand with her. You know because their ceremonies were separate.. because they come from (close but) different communities, but its each of their own ceremonies, while both their names are on each plaque. But just given it’s them I think whoever went first would’ve asked the other to stand there. It’s a small thing but that’s so sweet that they don’t feel comfortable being alone when being at least somewhat individually honoured.

Then I just need to say how.. gut punching it is, when Scott looks to her and says ‘can you believe that was our career and we got to share that together’ and she looks away and is dangerously close to crying…

like Tessa is the queen of eye contact and composure.. she’s quiet in her expressions so with even the smallest thing.. that brief look away because she can’t look at him without getting emotional about everything they shared.. like… that says so much and this isn’t shocking but once you kinda know them in the sense of how they are and express themselves that is so telling from her.

Then of course she actually does go on to wipe tears away and once he’s done she just can’t wait to hug him and when they do hug and he squeezed his eyes shut and also it’s one of his Tessa hugs- like if you’re as unabashedly obsessed as me and you’ve watched enough hugs you know that he has.. kinda a few different hugs but a very special one or two Tessa hugs just for her.. and it’s one of those where he pulls her super close and so gently to fit their bodies together even briefly coz they have grown up essentially attached to each other it’s as if they have grown into and around each other so they fit perfectly…. ughhhhh it’s just so emotional when you know and understand just how much they love each other.. they aren’t use to having to get up in public and talk about how wonderful the other is- they showed that and would’ve told each other that to their face every single day.. but then reflecting on it and not being able to just straight away hug each other and express however/ exactly how they wanted to they had to stay composed and internalise it.. not to mention this time in their lives with so many changes and a scary but exciting future.. I think during T’s ceremony how she says ‘we can do this on our own time.. coz it would take so long… but like I think she probably really couldn’t do it because if she got that wobbly over her family imagine with him (not to say it’s more than her family but you know..)

Ugh I’m sorry I’m in my feels again I just had to let that out.. don’t get me any further started on crying T at her ceremony I was this 👌 close to jumping off a cliff.

[having-conniptions]

Love In The Air episode 13 live reaction under the cut (long post)

FINAL EPISODE AAAAAAAAA (well there's a special episode but this is the official finale)

Hahahaha Sig's beef with the teacher is too good

Awwwww Sky is so in love 🥰

And so is Pai 🥰🥰

Awwwww baby Sky flashback 🥺

Sky smoking for the first time is so realistic until the moment when he doesn't cough his lungs out

Oh nooooo it's a flashback to his first relationship 💀💀💀

Reluctantly watching the horrors unfold

Is that a hickey... or a bruise?

Ok it's a bruise "I fell down the stairs" my ass

ARE THOSE CIGARETTE BURN MARKS ARE YOU SHITTING ME MY POOR BABY

"This is normal for me" FUCK OFF "Can't you endure this much for me" FUCK OFFFFFF

"What's going on? Why are your friends here?" NOOOO I WAS SO GLAD THAT SKY'S ABUSE HADN'T BEEN EXPLICITLY SHOWN BUT INSTEAD CONVEYED THROUGH (still disturbing) FLASHBACK THAT SHOWED HOW HE FELT DO NOT MAKE ME WATCH MY BABY GET HURT

"You're annoying. Boring. I'm bored." WELL I'M GONNA KICK YOUR FUCKING TEETH IN

That fucking lighter sound that keeps going even after Sky wakes up from his nightmare 💀

Whyyyy is "twinkle twinkle little star" playing in the background while Sky calls Prapai and asks him to come over after the nightmare 🤨

Ughhhhh Gun and his friend OF ALL PEOPLE WHY NOW

"I'm here, honey. I'm here." 😭❤️😭❤️

The instant comfort that Pai brings Sky ❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭

The soft kisses with Sky's gorgeous hands always in frame, what a masterpiece 🙏🙏🙏

They are SOOOOOOOOO ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

"My honey's awfully adorable. Will I die from a heart attack?" FOLLOWED BY NUZZLES I THINK I'M THE ONE WHO'S GONNA HAVE A HEART ATTACK

Oh no Sky is at a race GUN IS GONNA BE THERE FUUUUCKKK

Praying that Pai will fucking deck Gun

I CAN'T WITH PAI CALLING SKY HONEY ALL THE TIME IT'S SO SWEET AAAAHHHH

Hahaha Sky is still shy in public

THE CHEEKY HAND KISS BEFORE RUNNING OFF AAAAAAA

Oh no Sky is gonna go back to the car and he's gonna run into Gun FUCKKKK

THE FUCKING LIGHTER SOUND OH HELL NAW

OH NO NOT THE KEY TO PAI'S ROOM they're really planning to get Sky to Pai's room and- ARGH I'M GONNA KILL THEM the fact that it's his boyfriend's room makes it extra twisted PAI BETTER KICK THEIR ASSES ALL THE WAY TO ALASKA FOR EVEN INTENDING TO DO THAT TO SKY

Love how both Phayu and Pai are immediately super suspicious of those guys

YES SKY STAND UP FOR YOURSELF AND YOUR BF

That manipulative fucking asshole

Concerned bestie Rain ❤️❤️❤️

The guard said what --- as if even one of the guards is in on this entire thing

OH NO AND NOW SKY IS GONNA ASSUME PAI ARRANGED IT FUCK NO I AM NOT OKAY I'M SO SCARED

OH FUCK OH NO OH FUCK HOLD ON STOP NO FUUUUCKKKKKKKKKK

"I'm very curious why P'Pai readily gave him to you" HE DID NOT-- LISTEN TO ME SKY PAI DID NOT GIVE YOU TO ANYONE PAI WOULD NEVER

Am I a little sensitive to the whole "trust issues" topic. YES. I won't be surprised if Sky never trusts anyone ever again WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK

AND HE'S FRAMING IT AS IF PAI DOESN'T WANT SKY ANYMORE BECAUSE OF WHAT GUN AND HIS FRIENDS DID TO SKY?????? THIS IS JUST GETTING WORSE AND WORSE AND I'M FUCKING FURIOUS

Detective Pai figuring out that Rain didn't take Sky to his dorm because Rain got back so quickly 🔥🔥🔥 go save your boyfriend NOW

Yeeeeesssss Rain and Phayu are coming with him 🔥🔥🔥

YEEEEES PAI HAS STARTED THROWING PUNCHES AAAAAAAA 🔥🔥🔥

"Your boyfriend started it" SKY DID NOT "You know he used to date Gun." PAI DID NOT

LOVE how Rain casually cuts in putting that asswipe in his place

Meanwhile Sky is (understandably) dissociating

Pai barely containing all his hurt and rage when Sky breaks down... aaaaaaa

YESSSSSS HE PUNCHED GUN SO HARD HE FELL ON HIS ASS

Angry/protective Phayu is scary but like in a really cool way 👀

DID PAI JUST RIP OUT GUN'S EYEBROW PIERCING BEFORE PRETTY MUCH BASHING HIS FACE IN? In this case I'm all for violence 🔥🔥🔥

Rain trying to get through to a still dissociating Sky 😭😭😭

PAI CRYING AS HE TELLS SKY TO CRY AS MUCH AS HE NEEDS BC HE'S HERE TO WIPE AWAY HIS TEARS 😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️

Literally begging him to cry and finally let it all out 😭😭

And Sky's spaced-out "why are you crying, P'Pai?" I'M GONNA FUCKING EXPLODE INTO A FOUNTAIN OF TEARS I LOVE SKY SO MUCH HOW CAN ANYONE EVER HURT MY POOR BABY

Phenomenal acting from both Fort and Peat in this scene btw and amazing writing I wanna quote every single fucking line

Sky finally crying when Pai tells him he loves him 😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️

"Aren't you gonna ask me what happened?" - "You can tell me when you're ready." THANK YOU PAI YOU WONDERFUL MAN LEMME GIVE U A BIG KISS MWAH

Did not expect Sky to be ready to talk about it already but I'm glad he finally got it all out ❤️

Pai's devastated face as Sky tells him everything that happened... 😭😭😭😭😭😭 and sooooooo much credit to the actors, HOLY SHIT

"I'm trash. I'm damaged goods." Well you know one man's trash is another man's treasure SKY DON'T YOU EVEN THINK THAT FOR A SECOND

OH MY GOD THE TEAR FALLING FROM PAI'S FACE WHILE SKY IS THE ONE IN FOCUS there's something so special about that tear that wasn't emphasized, wasn't handcrafted for a perfect shot of Pai crying, it was just there because it was. The realness of that tear. I could write an entire essay about that fucking tear what the fuck.

PAI BARELY HOLDING IT TOGETHER and "I'm sorry, I should have met you sooner" 😭😭😭😭😭 I'm really about to transcribe the entire dialogue between these two whoever wrote this deserves the world

"I won't make a promise. I won't make a vow." *laughs in The Wedding Plan*

I feel bad for saying this but I can't stop staring at Pai's back/shoulders during that hug holy shit dude 🔥🔥🔥 man is W I D E and triangular and I am once again not sure if I want him or wanna be him

"And I let P'Chai deal with that bastard. We won't ever see him again" mf is at the bottom of a river I can feel it in my bones 🙏🙏🙏

SKY GOT OVER IT BACK THEN FOR HIS DAD AAAAA 😭❤️ well he didn't entirely get over it but he at least moved on with his life ya know

Pai working from home with Sky bringing him coffee

Pai's uncle is Sky's favorite actor?? Awwwww

Why are PrapaiSky kisses the most beautiful kisses ever someone needs to conduct a scientific study on that

Omg that photo of PrapaiSky at the beach is so fucking cute Sky looks so good in that shirt and so sassy aaaaaa

So that's it, huh? Wow. Two relationships with veeeeeeeeeeeery rocky starts but beautiful happy ever afters... holy shit I'm feeling so emotional

Don't have time for the special episode today so that'll be my special treat tomorrow ❤️

[dxitydoo]

It’s been 2 years since I last rewatched Chuck and given it’s back on prime I’ve been rewatching it again

And obviously I know everything that’s gonna happen coz I can’t be into anything casually in my life ever

But ughhhhh I love this show so much

It’s still so good even though this is like my fifth time rewatching it completely now. (Not counting all the partial rewatches over the years).

I genuinely wish that I could experience it from the beginning for the first time again sometimes but I still love rewatching the show and catching all the bits I didn’t catch before.

I have so many emotions for these characters. And even tho I know each episode I still find myself genuinely invested in them. Which doesn’t happen super often tbh. Even the episodes I don’t like as much, I still watch and enjoy to some degree.

I need to sleep coz I gotta get up early tomorrow but hhhhh. Many thoughts and feelings for this show.

[inkofamethyst]

March 24, 2023

I have to admit that I feel a little bit bad holding on to three PhD offers knowing that there might be people on the waitlist vying for a position at one of these places.  Truth be told, I wanted to know where I was going before Spring Break hit, but my Choice E didn’t invite me up until late March.  Technically, I suppose I could (and, probably, should) let go of Choice F or Choice G if I really thought about which one would suit me best should my Choice E visit go poorly, but I am privileged enough that I can willfully choose not to think about that possibility at all right now.  It feels a little selfish and a little immature.  I suppose it brings me some comfort to know that I will (ideally) make a decision over a week before the April 15 deadline and that hopefully someone can make it off the waitlist in that time.

I spoke with an alum of my Choice E lab today and gah it’s really feeling like the place for me.

Recently, I’ve been into watching bento (and husbento lol) box videos??  They’re super aesthetically pleasing, and it’s really fun to watch people make healthy, delicious lunches with lots of variety!  It might not be the most efficient, nor the most cost effective habit to maintain, but it’s calming and I enjoy the ideas!

On a similar note, I have to really start using up the food in my apartment pantry and minimize my grocery purchases.  I only have half a semester left in my apartment, and I’m going to be travelling for (essentially) two of those weeks, so I’m going to need to make a concerted effort to clear out my frozen foods and canned/dry goods.  I’ve got quite a bit of protein stocked up, noodles (so many kinds of noodles), rice... aside from fresh produce/dairy, I shouldn’t need to buy very much at all, really.  I could probably start making more elaborate bento-like lunches myself.  After break, I’ll go in, take inventory, and set out a rough meal prep schedule so I won’t have to take home too many food products, if I can help it.  I really gotta get back into trying new recipes anyway.  Since I’ve been home (and have mostly recovered from The Ailment) I’ve tried two new recipes in two days and am about to go for a third tomorrow, I think!  Having a full spice cabinet certainly makes a difference.  [edit, a day later: uh so the “Gigi Hadid Pasta” that’s been all over pinterest is actually pretty flavorless and I had to add so much extra spice... at least the color was pretty.  I’d make it again but change some of the proportions and also add spinach.]

Half a semester left.

I got my first grad school related reject, so that’s fun.  It was for an outside fellowship I applied for, and I’m luckily not in a position where I needed it for admission anywhere, but it still would’ve been nice to have an extra boost or to defer funding in case I needed it.  The reviewer’s comments were useful, but I think it’s funny that my 3.9+ GPA in related disciplines could be considered average or even below average (upon critical thought, I believe they might have been considering my course history and were wondering how exactly orgo and biochem were going to help me pin down functional morphology, and that critique makes sense).  I suppose I agree that I should have sought more awards, but ughhhhh UGH.  I don’t wanna beg to be recognized and then maybe not even get it (though that’s exactly what I’ve done here with that fellowship so)??  This certainly won’t be my last outside grant/fellowship attempt because I do want to be recognized.

Of all the Lost-esque shows I’ve watched, my absolute least favorite has got to be La Brea.  That show might even be one of my least favorite shows I’ve ever watched ever.  The writing, plot, and logic are just so terribly bad and I might have to drop it after this season because I am simply not impressed at all.  I love sci-fi and as a result am pretty good at suspending my disbelief, but this show is based around time travel and they’re not explaining any of the intricacies or limitations of the technology, so every solution works Just Because and any potential problem that is irrelevant to the central plot is not discussed does not exist and I hate it.  There’s so much hand-waving that it does not feel immersive to me.  I genuinely do not think very much while watching television, so the fact that I’m constantly frustrated by the holes I’m poking into the plot/solutions/logic irks me.  And then any problem that does arise to occupy any characters not involved in the main plotline that episode feels gimmicky and fillery and dumb.  Some of the main characters are barely compelling and others are simply not, and in this economy my attention is too valuable to be wasted on things I don’t enjoy.

Today I’m thankful for that conversation I had with the alum... I’ve heard nothing but good things about “my” lab in particular aieeee I’m so excited for next week’s trip.. literally a Spring Break Part 2 (except it’s not really a break and I’ll kind of be pretending to be an extrovert for four days straight (which I guess is okay because I’ve been a total recluse for the past week)).  Since it’s probably where I’m going to attend (and because they wanna be touristy), both of my parents will be “joining me” (aka existing in the same vicinity but entirely leaving me to my own devices unless I need them) this time, and I’ve assigned them homework to check out some of the neighborhoods and apartment complexes to get an idea of the best places to live.  Very thankful for supportive parents, very thankful for a financial situation that allows them to support me in this way.  Also thankful for my two profs who record lectures... they’re really the unsung heroes of my semester tbh.