#when i say i was cooking at 10 i mean that all i ate before i learnt to cook was chips and other ready to eat snacks

[swagging-back-to]

baffles me when people go "im hungry" then the other person gets up and retrieves them food.

[butdaddyilovehim-hs]

Tolerate It

Inspired by 'Tolerate It' by Taylor Swift :)

"I know my love should be celebrated... but you tolerate it."

Quite frankly, Y/N isn’t sure how much longer she can take this. It’s the second time this week Harry hasn’t been home for dinner and it’s only Wednesday. Y/N is normally fine looking after baby Elle by herself, she knows Harry has important things to do and people to meet and deals to close its just… lately he’s been different. More withdrawn, constantly at work and seemingly finding less and less time to spend with his wife and 6 month old daughter. That morning he had left in a whirlwind, pressing a quick, barely there kiss to her cheek before promising to be home for dinner at 7. 

Y/N swirls what’s left in her wine glass as she glances over at the clock that reads 9:14. He’d be out for a while yet, she knew. Sighing, she puts his plate in the fridge, washing the dishes before getting ready for bed, popping into check on Elle. She smiles softly at the rise and fall of her daughter’s chest as she sleeps, leaning down and kissing her head then moving away from the crib and towards her own bedroom. It’s Y/N and Harry’s shared room but Y/N can’t remember the last time she actually woke up to Harry still in the room. Or the last time she fell asleep with him beside her. 

Y/N intends to wait up for her husband but when her eyes flutter closed she can’t seem to stop them. They open after what only feels like minutes later when the bed dips on Harry’s side. She blinks sleepily, watching him slide into bed and prop himself up against the pillows, reading with his head low. She shuffles, catching his attention and when he meets her gaze, she smiles tiredly up at him.

“Hey. Thought you were going to be home for dinner?”

“Things got busy. Ate at the office.” He turns his attention back to the book he’s reading and Y/N’s smile droops. 

“You could have called. I waited for you.”

Harry scoffs at her confession, rolling his eyes. 

“Y/N I don’t have time to give you a call every time I’m going to be a bit late coming home. Get off my case, it’s fucking annoying.” His voice rises slightly in volume as he gets frustrated, but not loud enough to wake Elle in the next room. 

“I’m not trying to be annoying H. I’m just saying that I missed you today and as your wife it would just be nice if you could let me know.” Y/N sighs, rolling over, her back to him as she tries to go back to sleep. Her breath hitches as she feels Harry come closer to her, kissing her shoulder before burying his face in her neck. 

“Sorry my love, I didn’t mean to snap. I’m just really caught up lately.”

“I know you are.” Y/N tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as he sponges kisses on her neck, shoulders and then slowly down her arm. 

“Tomorrow. Take Elle to my mum’s and I’ll be home around 5. Let’s make it a date night, just us.” At this, Y/N turns to face him, a small grin on her face. 

“Yeah? Just us?”

“Just us bub. Promise I’ll be home in time and I’m all yours.”

~

Y/N believes him. So, she does what Harry says. Take’s Elle over to Anne’s around midday, the older woman over the moon to spend some extra time with her granddaughter. Around 2, her best friend makes a surprise visit to the house, finding Y/N slaving away in the kitchen.

“Are you cooking for 12?” Lucy laughs as Y/N rushes around putting finishing touches on what seems to be a ten course meal.

“No… just Harry and I. But I’m making all his favourites. I want tonight to be special for us. He’s been so busy with work lately.”

“What are you wearing?” Lucy smirks at Y/N who simply blushes.

“It’s on the bed.” She says referring to the lacy white lingerie set that Harry had bought her for their first anniversary. Lucy wolf whistles, causing Y/N to turn even redder.

“Lucky husband, that Harry of yours. Now hurry up and finish so we can have a glass of wine before he gets here and I have to go.”

Y/N grabs a bottle and the two women sit and chat for a few hours before Y/N realises it’s 10 to 5 and she needs to go and change. She kicks Lucy out as politely as possible before getting ready and waiting for Harry. 

The clock ticks over to 5:00pm. Then 5:01pm. Then 5:20pm. 

At 5:30pm, she calls. His phone is off. 

At 6:00pm, she finishes a second bottle of wine, and then she calls again. His phone is still off. 

At 6:17pm, Lucy sends her a link to an article and Y/N feels the sudden urge to throw up. Because the article is about Harry and the headline reads: Trouble in Paradise? Styles and Co CEO Harry Styles seen partying on a yacht with ex Kendall Jenner, just months after celebrating his third wedding anniversary and welcoming daughter Elle Styles. 

The photos are incriminating. Kendall’s face in his neck, his hands around her waist. Kendall getting into a cab, leading Harry behind her.

Lucy calls. Y/N doesn’t answer.

At 8:15pm, Y/N picks herself up off the floor, goes upstairs, grabs a bag throws essential things inside for her and Elle and gets her keys. 

That’s when the door opens and her husband walks, stumbles, through the front door. 

“Sorry I’m late. Something smells good.” Harry’s words have a slight slur to them, she knows he’s been drinking but she can’t bring herself to care. He steps closer and she wrinkles her nose. 

“You smell like her.” Y/N comments, willing herself not to cry. 

“Who? Kendall?” Harry is suddenly ten times more alert, worry evident on his face.  

“Nothing happened Y/N.” “Sure didn’t look like nothing. In fact the photos were… quite something.”

“Love… I don’t- I put her in a cab and she went home. It was supposed to be a quick meeting and then it turned into a yacht event and I know you wanted me home earlier but I-”

“This isn’t about me wanting you home earlier Harry. I wanted this night for us. Because we’re drifting apart and I don’t know what to do about it.” 

“You’re being dramatic, I’ve just been busy.”

“You’ve been “busy” for 4 months Harry. Are you not in love with me anymore?” Y/N’s voice trembles but she holds his gaze. Harry feels his heart drop into the floor.

“…What?”

“Tell me it’s all in my head. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Y/N calm down. You’re acting insane, of course I love you.”

“Harry, you make me feel annoying when all I want is for you to love me back as much as I love you! You just sit there and you… you just tolerate me. And I don’t deserve that. I sit here in this stupid mansion you bought for us with our daughter who probably doesn’t even know that you’re her father because you’re never around. I just sit here and I wait with Elle. For you to come home to me, for you to tell me you need me as much as I need you. And I don’t think I can do it anymore.” She pushes past him to the garage and he grabs her wrist gently. “Y/N. Baby where are you going?”

“Bit late for the pet names H. Don’t you think?” She scoffs. 

“I need space. Come find Elle and I if you think you’re going to be able to show up for us, because I don’t feel the need to explain to our daughter why she doesn’t have a fucking dad.”

Harry steps back, looking at her helplessly as her words cut him deep.

“Bye Harry.”

Read Part II here

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[ellieromanov]

Moments in between

Pairings: Natasha x reader

Word count: 3k

Genre: angst

Warnings: toxic relationships (toxic Nat) manipulation, brief Smut

(Ngl, This wasn’t my best work, don’t love it but I needed to post something lol)

Y/n’s point of view

Natty❤️

Hey, the mission was canceled, I'll be home around 7-7:30 give or take. So I'll see you soon! Btw I'm starving! xx

Me

That's great! I can't wait!! I'll have dinner ready! Love you!!! xx

Despite her lack of response, I immediately set to work, tidying the house so she wouldn't have to worry about it when she returned.

By 6:20, dinner was in progress—her favorite, a small effort to make our evening special. As it cooked, I chose a cute dress, styled my hair, and applied makeup. Nights like these were extremely rare lately, and Nat and I were feeling the strain so I might as well put details into the little things when I can.

She's always busy with work, I mean of course she is, she's an avenger. But when I go weeks at a time without seeing her it gets hard. It feels like half the time shes avoiding being around me. It feels like she often looks for extra tasks. It might all be in my head but I mean Hell I can't even remember the last time we ate and had a conversation together, so I want tonight to be perfect.

As the clock ticked past 7:20, dinner sat ready on the stove, the aroma of her favorite dish filling the air. I hesitated, torn between plating her food or waiting for her call. At 7:40, I finally dialed her number, but the call went unanswered, sending me straight to  voicemail. I decided to wait before serving the meal, hoping it wouldn't lose its warmth.

8:00 nothing, she hasn't called back or texted. But that's alright maybe she needed to get a few things done.

8:30 nothing. Maybe traffic?

9:00 nothing. Maybe there was an emergency

9:30 not a word. Something probably came up.

By 10:00 I gave up. I put away the left overs and cleaned up the kitchen. I put Natasha's plate in the fridge, turned off the music and blew out the candles.

In the bathroom, I unwound my efforts, removing my makeup and undoing my hair before stepping into the shower.

I went to sleep alone that night. Natasha finally came home just past 2 in the morning. Her footsteps were loud enough to wake me up. Though I heard her entrance, I chose not to acknowledge her. She joined me in bed, and when she realized I was awake she wrapped her arms around me and whispered apologies and showered kisses on my bare shoulder.

"I'm so sorry." She mumbled between kisses. She kissed from my cheek to my neck, then finally my collarbone. "Let me make it up to you gorgeous."

When she kissed my lips I could taste the whiskey on her.

I remained silent, unsure whether to accept her apologies or express the disappointment that lingered. Natasha's tender kisses continued, and her warmth beside me begged for acknowledgment.

I didn't say anything. "Please baby, let me make you feel good, let me make it better." She pleaded as she sucked marks into my neck. I was so overwhelmed with emotions and I was mad and disappointed but I couldn't convey any of my feelings. I couldn't speak so I just nodded my head as tears started to stream down my cheeks. I don't know why I was crying but I couldn't help it. Once the tears started they couldn't stop. Natasha got on top of me, straddling my hips as she kissed my neck. I just wrapped my arms around her and buried my hands in her hair as I cried.

"I promise to make it up to you." She whispered for the hundredth time as she kissed my bare skin. She took my hoodie off first then went lower, leaving her trail of marks as she went.

Moments later I was completely bare under her and had no control. I know if I told her to stop she would. I know that. But then what. We'd fight and she'd sleep in the guest room? I just want things to go back to the way they were.

With every thrust I just held onto her tighter and closed my eyes to stop the tears and try to enjoy the moment with her but there was no enjoyment to be found.

Just tell her to stop.

Tell her later.

Tell her you're tired.

I didn't say anything. I tried to react as much as I could when she wanted me too. Gasped when she went faster, moaned when she did something different, just keep her satisfied.

"God baby, you're so fucking perfect." She grunted.

Just nod.

"Such a good girl"

React.

"I love your tight little pussy so much. I love you, so much detka"

Tell her you love her.

...

She eventually got the release she was looking for and went to sleep not long after. But I couldn't. I stayed awake next to her and cried. I curled up in a ball with me knees tucked under my chin and cried. My whole body was shaking from my silent sobs. It wasn't that she touched me, it wasn't that she didn't show up for dinner, it wasn't that she didn't take care of me, it was the fact that things used to be different. It was the realization that I was losing her.

She used to get home from missions early to come home and cook with me, we'd dance in the kitchen together and we'd laugh until we couldn't breath and it physically hurt, we used to talk for hours on end, we used play games together and watch movies, we used to make love, and we used to read, and paint, play music, go on walks, we used to do everything together. Because we loved each other...

But now... I don't think she loves me anymore. She doesn't look at me the same. She used to look at me like I was the only girl in the world, but she doesn't have that same spark in her eyes anymore. She doesn't talk to me anymore, she doesn't watch movies with me, or go on walks. Let alone laugh or dance with me. I haven't heard her say she loves me before tonight in months. I think she's done with me...

When I was younger I remember thinking that I'd refuse to stay with someone who doesn't see me for all my worth. How naïve.

_____

When the sun came up in the morning I was alone again. She left without a goodbye, without a kiss on top of my head, without a touch. without a simple acknowledgment.

When I went to the bathroom to shower I saw how red and puffy my eyes were from crying last night. Seeing myself like that confirmed my thoughts that Natasha was in fact done with me. No loving caring partner would let this happen. They wouldn't let their person cry themselves to sleep after an intimate moment. They wouldn't miss a dinner after saying they would be there and they wouldn't use sex as a way to make it up to them. That's not how a healthy functioning relationship works. It's just not.

That afternoon so many thoughts ran through my head, because even though she didn't love me anymore, I loved her with all I had. And if she didn't want me to leave then I wouldn't, I'd stay and I'd give her my entire being until I had nothing left to give and even then I'd stay. I'd stay because I'd have no where else to go, I'd have no one. I'd have nothing. And Id always love her.

I texted her that afternoon asking to talk when she got home.

Me

I Hope you are having a good day. I want to talk to you when you get home if that's okay. Stay safe.

I love you.

She didn't respond, she never does.

As the hours passed by I distracted myself with cleaning, cooking, painting and reading, and with each activity my concern only grew. the sun set and the only thing that brought light to the apartment was the television.

when 10 o'clock passed by I started crying again. I wondered if tonight would be another night on my own or if she'd decide to come home at some point. My heart felt heavy with anxiety and mourning. I wish I had never made the realization that she was moving on from me, I wish that I could have stayed in my denial.

The more minutes that went by the more tears I shed. I tried calling her and I tried texting her, but every message went unanswered. I tried to check her location but she turned it off. I finally had enough and decided to text the one person who always knew of Natasha's whereabouts.

Me

Hey Barton. It's Y/n, I don't know if you had my number saved. I was just texting to ask if Natasha was still at the compound?  Or if she was sent on a mission. She stopped sharing her location with me and won't respond to any of my text. I'm just starting to get worried so if you could just let me know that would be great.

It didn't take him long to respond.

Clint 🏹

Hey Y/n. Natasha went out with Maria and a few other agents. They said they were just going out for a quick drink. Is she not responding to your calls either?

Me

She hasn't responded to anything, text or call. Thanks for letting me know.

Clint🏹

Do you want me to try calling her? Try to knock some since into her?

Me

If you could try calling her I'd really appreciate it. I Just want to make sure she's okay. If she answers tell her I need to talk to her.

Clint🏹

Of course Y/n. I'll let you know if she picks up. If not I'll call Maria.

Me

Thank you Clint, I really appreciate it.

As I sat on the sofa with tear stained cheeks I finally got a message from Natasha.

Natty❤️

What?

Me

Are you serious?

Natty❤️

What do you mean am I serious?

Me

I've been trying to call you and text you for the past four hours Natasha.

Natty❤️

I'm sorry. I didn't see them.

Me

but when Barton is the one who's calling all the sudden you see it.

It took her a few minutes to respond to the message. The text bubbles kept disappearing and appearing again. But Finally she responds.

Natty❤️

I'm sorry. You're right, I should have answered you, I've just been busy. Is everything okay?

Me

Im just hurting. I really want you to come home to me Natasha.

Please just come home.

When the text bubbles disappeared my heart sank even more. I couldn't help the sobs and whimpers as I curled up on the couch.

_____

Natasha's point of view

The bar was dimly lit, filled with the low hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses. I sat at a corner table, nursing a drink that I ordered half an hour ago. I stare off as I half-listen to Maria rant about her latest assignment from Fury. But truth be told, my mind was elsewhere,  the guilt sitting in.

I glance down at my phone for every new string of unanswered messages and missed calls from Y/n. I continue to Ignore them as they keep poring in. I take another sip of the aged whiskey, as I try to participate in the conversation and ignore my buzzing phone. Finally, well past midnight, I decide to head home, my mind clouded with the alcohol's numbness. The walk through the Crisp winter air helped me sober up and cleared my head as I walked.

Finally getting to our townhouse I unlock and open the door. As I climb the stairs to the main floor I notice the lights are off so I simply assume she has gone off to bed. Perfect, that means no fighting. But when I reach the final step leading to the living room I find Y/n on the couch, tear-stained and defeated, wrapped up in a blanket, half asleep. I walk towards her, every step echoing in the stillness of our home.

I wordlessly scoop her up into my arms, I can see the hurt on her face as I hold her against me. She wakes up enough to wrap her arms around me as I take her to our room.

"I'm tired Tasha." She mumbles against my neck, she's hardly audible but I could hear her. "I know. I'm here now, we can sleep." I tell her as we enter our room.

I Gently place Y/n on the bed, I couldn't meet her eyes. There was a weariness in her voice as she again murmured, "No, Nat. I'm tired." I couldn't help the sigh that escaped me as I replied, "Just go to sleep, Y/n." The weight of my own exhaustion mingled with the my guilt.

I walk off to the closet to change into comfortable clothes and when I walk back to the bed Y/n is sat crisscrossed in her oversized hoodie with tears streaming down her face again. a knot of frustration tightened in me.

"Y/n stop it. It's late. I'm not dealing with this right now."  I sigh as I pinch the bridge of my nose, my impatience slipping into my tone. But then she looks at me. "No Nat. Im so tired, im tired of being so lonely..." her voice shakes. "I miss you so much. Is it to much to ask you come back to me at the end of a day? I'm hurting so much." She stifles her cry.

I sit next to her and grab her hands. "Baby please. Let's not do this right now. We are both tired so can we please go to sleep and talk about this tomorrow?" I try to negotiate with her.

"No because I might not see you tomorrow, I hardly ever see you anymore Natasha, that's the problem. The past few months you haven't been here... you'd rather stay out till god who knows how late rather then to come home to me..." she pauses for a moment before beginning again. "Natasha I love you so much. And I want you to be happy. So I need to know now. Do you still want to be here?-"

"of course I still want-"

"No Nat, let me speak. I Will not be the reason you are unhappy. I won't, I won't do that. I will not be the reason you miss out on the life you are wanting so I need to now right now. If you are done I need you to tell me- because I can't let go of you by myself, I love you to much to willingly walk away, so I need to hear you say it. If it's time for me to let you go I need you to tell me that, i need you to tell me to let you go. You have to do that for me..."

As she spoke something finally registered with me, something I've known for a long time but never wanted to admit. Y/n has always been a backup plan for me. If any aspect of my life were to go south I could always come back home and she'd be here waiting. She's a safety net, a lifeline, she's the plan B. And I don't want to let that go. If I let her go then that means I have no one to fall back on.

She deserves so much more then me, she deserves someone worthy of her, to give her love and affection, and someone who will show up for her when she cooks dinner, and be there for her when she needs a shoulder to cry on, I know this. I've always known.

She will always be second in my life, she'll be second to my career, to my wants and needs. But that selfish part of me won't let her go. I won't let her go even though I know it's time.

As the room hung in silence, Y/n's  tear-streaked eyes searched mine for a response. For an acknowledgment. The tension between us only thickened. Her eyes begging for an answer of some sort.

"I..." The words lingered on my tongue. My gaze dropped to the floor, avoiding her pleading eyes. I know it's selfish, I know I should do what's best for her because I do want to see her happy but I can't loose her.

"I can't let you leave, Y/n..." I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. Y/n's eyes glistened with a mix of relief and sorrow. She heard the words she was hoping for, but I could tell she was hoping for more. For an expression of love and need, she wanted to feel the truth of my words but she couldn't find any. But I will say what I need to to make sure she doesn't leave. If she needs to hear me say I love her then I will tell her every day, if she needs to hear me say I need her, then I won't stop telling her until she gets sick of it. It's all about playing the right cards.

"I know I haven't been here for you as I should be, I'm sorry you felt neglected, but I need you to know how much I need you, and want you. I can't do this without you."

A heavy silence settled between us as the gravity of my decision sunk in. Y/n, still wrapped in the blanket of my selfishness. she clung to the hope that things might change, that our love will come back.

I reached out, hesitantly brushing a strand of hair from her tear-stained face as an attempt to comfort her. Her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Her eyes have always been a beauty. Pools of color I could always get lost in. I hold both sides of her face and wipe away the tears.

"I love you. I need you to stop doubting me. Do you understand?" I ask. She only nods and leans further into my hands. "Good girl. Now Can we keep talking in the morning? You're exhausted." She again only nods her head. I lean in to kiss her forehead before getting up to my side of the bed.

We get under the covers and it takes no time at all before Y/n is pressed against me, I instinctively wrap my arms around her.

When we first met, I really did love her, or the closest thing to love I could feel. She used to make me laugh and smile, she made me feel comforted, she made me feel safe. I don't know when that stopped. I just hope the feeling might come back if I put in the effort.

As my thoughts continue to race, she eventually falls asleep. She sniffles and whimpers in her sleep, just like she has been these last few months. Even in her sleep she can't seem to catch a break. My heart is heavy, I know I don't love her as I should. I just don't know what I'm meant to do. I was never made to love. It's not apart of my nature. I'll continue to be selfish and hold on to her as a life line for as long as I can. Maybe one day she'll be strong enough to walk away by herself.

[phantomrose96]

Oh okay so I have a Pikmin theory.

So for starters: Pikmin 1->2->3 are chronological. Pikmin 4 is a sort of AU of Pikmin 1, precedented on Olimar not making it off PNF-404 alive (sort of a bad-end of Pikmin 1, but also with various other AU differences).

This leads me to wonder... is Pikmin 4->2->3 arguably a canon sequence of events? Cuz either the differences between 1 and 4 have knocked canon off course, and as such 4 will never lead to 2 and 3. Or you can string them together in a way that makes 4->2->3 a plausible canonical chain.

The biggest thing that stands out to me is Louie. In 1->2->3, no one was ever sent to rescue Olimar in 1, and the second he arrives home in 2 his boss informs him that Louie was attacked ("attacked") by a space rabbit that ate the precious cargo of golden pikpik carrots, launching the company into massive debt (and he forces Olimar back to PNF-404 to treasure hunt to pay off the debt.) It's later revealed Louie was never attacked, and he ate the cargo himself.

In 4, LOUIE is sent to rescue Olimar. (He never does. He completely gives up because he forgot what Olimar looks like, and then becomes the biggest pain in your ass after YOU rescue Olimar, because Louie starts taking hostages and running from you insisting he never wants to leave PNF-404 for... some unclear reason?)

This feels like it could break 4->2->3 as a plausible canon, considering Louie is not home on Hocotate to eat his whole cargo (fucker). But I realized something.

Pikmin 4 starts more or less around when Olimar's life support runs out and he dies. You get his SOS signal not long at all before this happens. And TBH, it's probably a good additional in-game month in 4 before you actually rescue Olimar and encounter Louie. In a good-end run of Pikmin 1, Olimar needs to repair his ship and escape PNF-404 before his life support runs out. So in short: Louie fucks up the cargo sometime prior to Olimar's life support running out, and Pikmin 4 is set after his life support runs out. (Technically, they changed the amount of time his life support lasts between 1 and 4, but I figure that was to trim down Olimar's Tale in 4 and not actually for a canon reason).

My point being, Pikmin 4 being largely set after Olimar's life support runs out means Louie had plenty of time to fuck up the pikpik carrot cargo.

Then there's the fact that in Pikmin 4, Louie is desperate to STAY on PNF-404 for reasons he refuses to ever explain. Maybe, because, ya know, he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. He knows he's responsible for plunging Hocotate Freight into what was essentially $10 million of debt. Louie doesn't want to be charged with $10 million worth of theft. And without Olimar bringing home the bottle cap, there's no plan for repaying that debt.

Louie maybe wants to stay on PNF-404 because he's not going the fuck to jail.

All this to say: I think 4->2->3 is actually a completely reasonable canon sequence, if you figure the "Louie lost (ate) the $10 million of golden pikpik carrots" happens in the background, right at the start of Pikmin 4 before Olimar's life support has run out. Olimar's SOS comes through, and President, desperate for his only competent employee back to help fix this, sends Louie to PNF-404 on a rescue mission. On PNF-404, Louie figures himself a fugitive who'd rather spend his days cooking bulborbs than ever return home to Hocotate to potentially face the music of his "this was definitely a felony" crime, and so he kicks and screams and fights to stay on PNF-404...

...And you drag him home anyway, along with poor rescued Olimar who's died and come back to life... just in time for their boss to be like "YOU idiots, go get me out of debt! Go back to PNF-404"

[genericaces]

if u did a tier maker of buffyverse ships i would enjoy it 🙏

This is tricky because ships are one of those things that people can get really passionate about, and I don't want to upset anyone. I try to steer clear of any drama when I can, but I also want to feel free to express my opinions, you know? Because god knows I have them.

I guess I'll say before I wade into any discourse that, disclaimer: my enjoyment of a ship doesn't mean I condone what goes on in it, and I can separate fiction from reality. I try not to moralize when it comes to fictional ships and approach them both objectively in terms of quality and also subjectively to my personal tastes. But I also believe that, at the end of the day, it's just fandom and people should do whatever floats their boat.

So with all that being said, here's my (highly personal!) rankings of the ships in Buffyverse:

C Tier:

ATS 1x09 - This is the ship with the bomb that Doyle sacrifices himself to disarm. Now it's a good episode, but this is really the only wide shot we get of the boat. I literally forgot that the climax takes place on the water. The interior is fun with lots of stairs and various apparatuses for fight scenes, but it could just as easily have been a basement or abandoned factory. Honestly, I wasn't too impressed by the ship factor. Rating: 4/10

B Tier:

BTVS 2x13 - You might be thinking, "You're ranking a BACKGROUND ship higher than an actual location?" but hear me out: because the ship is in the background, I actually remembered that this scene had a ship. There's a great fight scene in front of it where Buffy uses the chain along the docks to choke out a bad guy, and then she gets thrown into the water. The ship hangs out in the background the whole time and brings together the whole nautical-themed fight. Rating: Angel diving into the water/10

A Tier:

BTVS 3x15 - Now we're cooking with gas. We get a FULL shot of the whole ship on the dock. The establishing shots linger on the boat more because Buffy and Faith have a confrontation here. Not only do they have a conversation with someone visibly ON a boat, Faith starts out on the upper deck of the boat then swings herself OFF the ramp to argue with Buffy on the docks. Bonuses for a visually dynamic conversation and the boat representing Faith's plans to fuck off, interrupted by HER choice to get off and get in Buffy's face about it instead. Rating: Saving the girl that's supposed to be your enemy/10

S Tier:

ATS 3x22 - I know, we're getting into controversial territory here. But look how beautiful this ship is. Is it a boat? A schooner? A yacht? I don't know, but I DO care. Extra points for it being a plot-necessary boat, of course, since they had to get Angel out into the middle of the sea somehow. What's great about this ship is that it's really condensed all the ship elements into a smaller vessel, so you're aware throughout the tense emotional scenes that you're actually ON a boat in the middle of the sea. It really emphasizes Angel and Connor's isolation at this point in the finale, both physically and emotionally. And, I mean, look at this: we actually have a shot that has most of a boat AND most of a person in it. AND it's the climax of a season finale? THIS is the ultimate Buffyverse ship. Final rating: The misunderstanding-to-patricide pipeline/10

[svt-rosalie]

hewwoo im not sure if you are taking asks hehe . how does the members take care of young little rosie when she newly debuted ,

. . . ♡ ROSIE ! ? 🪷 HEADCANNONS ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ seventeen! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

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author note! decided to just do the hyung line for this ask (sorry) but if you want the maknae line vers. i’ll do that sometime soon, you’ll just have to remind me <3

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ seungcheol

he always, always walked her to school!

cheol was worried about the fact that she would lose her way to school and she would be alone.

so instead he woke up at 5 o’clock every morning with her and walked her hand in hand to the school 6 blocks away.

rosie would blabber away about what she’s looking foward to that day of school whilst seungcheol just smiles

gives her a hug and kiss on the forehead once they get to the gate!

he definitely doesn’t glare at the boys and girls that are giving rosie compliments on her hair, makeup, shoes, ect. that don’t sound very platonic

screams “i love you my rosebud! have a good day. study hard!” when she’s only like 10 feet away, embarrassing her for the whole day!

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ jeonghan

jeonghan’s the one that made sure she is up on time for anything and everything.

rosie sleeps like a rock, so no alarm or noise will wake her up. one time vernon thought she was dead.

jeonghan was the only one that could her up at the time and it was his designated role!

hannie would lay out her school uniform already ironed and steamed. the other boys definitely got jealous of this but what can jeonghan say, rosie is the favorite!

and jeonghan is proud to announce it.

jeonghan would make sure her bag was packed and that all her homework due that day was in the correct folder.

rosie is big on being neat. everything is color coded

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ joshua

shua would keep an eye on her during music shows.

rosie gets distracted easily and would wonder around speaking to other artist or employees and that led to joshua being in charge of her

he wanted to buy one of those like backpack leashes but was told it was stupid so he didn’t

he really wanted to though

joshua also (don’t let anybody know) would sing rosie to sleep

rosie would have a hard time being away from her parents and joshua would lay next to the girl while her head is on his chest and sing/hum different songs

sometimes rosie would teach him classic french songs so he could sing her to sleep with them

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ junhui

cooked and made her lunches every single day. and i mean every single day.

he always made sure she ate

he knew how strenuous her diet was compared to the boys and it just didn’t seem fair

so junnie would always sneak in snacks he knew the managers wouldn’t approve of and made sure she ate them

as well as drank as much water as she needed knowing she would forget some times

rosie is his little baby and he never wanted her to have bad memories to look back on during her debut days, only the good

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ hoshi

hoshi was never helpful when it came to school but always took care of her during practice

rosie tended to overwork herself, she is a big perfectionist!

and hoshi noticed that some nights she would stay past the time needed just constantly working on parts she thought was wrong but hoshi couldn’t see the problem

hoshi would always give her encouraging words and let her know she was doing amazing!

which was enough for rosie.

knowing that hoshi thought she was doing great and that her rhythm fit well with the choreography was enough to stop her overthinking mind

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ wonwoo

wonwoo was still is rosie’s favorite during and before their debut era

reason being is because, wonwoo would help with her homework and i mean help, he would do it all for her

half the reason she passed her korean literacy class was because of wonwoo!

besides that though, wonwoo was very helpful with her school work and always made sure that she took care of her mental and physical health before he pressured her into finishing her homework and then going to tutoring

he also would lie about the fact that he allowed rosie to play games when she was suppose to be asleep

everyone knows but wonwoo will never admit it

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ woozi

(un)surprisingly enough woozi was rosie’s rock, you could say, during debut

when rosie would get hateful message sent via social media and through the company, woozi always ALWAYS stood up for her

and no matter how busy he was, he would attend all of rosie’s events big or small

instead of helping her with school he would help her with her lyrics that she so badly wanted to write

because in rosie’s words she wants to be just as poetic with her lyrics as jihoon is with his

jihoon liked to think he was rosie’s favorite during this time despite how much he teased her

he always made sure she knew her worth when it came down to it though and taught her to NEVER let somebody else (the haters) define who she has to be

because being seventeen’s rosebud is enough

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~°Sweet sweet like cupcakes° part 1 part 2

Bakugo x Reader

You were nervous, this week has been difficult for you so you decided to bake cupcakes to relieve some stress.

You listened to music on a small speaker there, you moved to the rhythm of the music slightly.

Todoroki: What did you cook?

You jumped a little in shock when you didn't hear his footsteps, he is very quiet but without a doubt he is very stealthy.

(_):I make cupcakes. Would you like to try one?

Todoroki: Only if it doesn't bother you

(_):I made them for everyone...

The boy took a cupcake and put it in his mouth, he smiled softly at you as he ate it.

(_): D-did you like the cupcake?

Todoroki: That's good, you're a good cook

You blushed as you smiled back.

Bakugo: Her mother makes desserts obviously she knows how to cook idiot

Bakugo got up from the couch and looked at them both with an annoyed look.

You took a cupcake and brought it to Bakugo, he looked at you and took it with one hand and put it in his mouth.

Denki: That smells so good! I'm starving!

You looked at Denki who was drooling from eating a cupcake.

Todoroki: (_), she made cupcakes

Uraraka: Listen well? Cupcakes? From (_)?

Suddenly the room was with all your classmates eating and enjoying your creation.

You sat next to Bakugo who was reading a book.

Bakugo:Thanks, it tasted good...

You looked at Bakugo with a smile and started playing with your hair until your phone vibrated.

Mother: Honey, who did you talk to?

(_): What do you mean mother?

Mother: Your father and I have an order for more than 100 of your cupcakes.

(_): Wait what did you say!?

You spoke not very loudly but more than usual so your classmates looked at you and you blushed, you apologized and left the room towards the garden.

(_):I don't know mom

Mother: Don't worry honey, it's good news, you should continue cooking for your colleagues.

(_): maybe I should... How do you know what I cooked today?

Mother: Bakugo's mother told me that Bakugo told her that you made cupcakes.

(_): ouh...It's okay mother, we'll talk later

You came back into the room and everyone was drinking tea and eating.

(_): Todoroki, could we talk?

Todoroki stood up from his place and was ready to follow you to talk.

Todoroki: What's happening (_)?

(_):Forgive my boldness, but did you order 100 cupcakes?

Todoroki looked at his phone and looked at you again.

Todoroki:Yes, I'm sorry if I bother you.

(_):No, it's fine but you could tell me that you liked them and I could do more

Todoroki: I'm sorry, but it's not right that they are free.

You looked at Todoroki, clearly he had money and you were no one to tell him what decisions to make.

(_):I could make you cupcakes for a few months and that's how we make 100 cupcakes

Todoroki looked at you and smiled.

Todoroki: Seems fair, could you make me about 10 cupcakes today? I want to take my brother and sister

You laughed and said yes, they went back to the living room and Bakugo looked at them for a few seconds before rolling his eyes and going back to his book.

Uraraka: Why free cupcakes?

(_):Ouh,I just wanted to take some of the stress away.

Mina: What a delicious way to relieve stress.

Momo: Do you want some tea?

You took the cup that Momo had in her hand and thanked her.

Jirou: So you're a pastry chef and it runs in the family?

(_): I guess...

You have never been with so many girls in such a short time and they will ask you things about your life

Hadas is practicing with your mother how to relate to people but it is more complicated with real people

(_): My parents tell me romantic stories they had while cooking...

Momo: That's very cute. Do you have any romantic stories?

All the girls stared at you and your hands started to shake.

(_):n-no...

Look at your cup of tea while the girls continued talking.

Bakugo: Shit! They talk too much!

Bakugo got up from the couch leaving everyone confused.

Bakugo: (_) My mother...

Bakugo stayed silent as he looked at you, everyone looking at you and Bakugo quickly.

Bakugo: My mother wants to talk to you

Bakugo shoved the phone in your face and you heard his mother talking.

(_): h-hi?

Mitsuki: (_) honey, is everything okay?

(_): y-yes, Do you need something?

Mitsuki: Bakugoe said you made cupcakes, tell that kid to bring me some, he doesn't even listen to me when I talk to him.

(_): It's okay miss

Mitsuki: Can you hand me my son?

You handed the phone to Bakugo who simply rolled his eyes and hung up.

Bakugo: She asked you to bring her some of your cupcakes?

You nodded, and Bakugo sighed in annoyance and turned around and went to his room.

Denki: Your mother loves you very much

Mina: yeah, He treats you with great affection

(_):My mother and her are good friends

Kirishima: But she treats you like you're something else

Sero: son's girlfriend maybe?

Momo: From Bakugo? You know what he is like

Todoroki: But he's more careful with her, right?

Everyone looked at Todoroki and looked at you with wide eyes.

(_):N-no, It's not strange at all, he knows my mother and my father doesn't treat me badly because they are friends.

You moved your hands quickly and nervously, giving explanations and excuses.

Midoriya: I do not think it's that

Everyone started talking about you

Before everyone was distracted in their discussion, you quickly left there towards your room.

You found Bakugo standing in front of your room.

Bakugo: Nerd, I don't know why you get so nervous

You and Bakugo looked at each other for a few seconds and he got up from your door, opened it for you to pass and you heard the sound of a photograph.

You and him looked, it was Denki and Mina,

Mina:Run... Run!

Denki:Shit, I'm so sorry!

Bakugo's face changed drastically and he began to chase that duo of photographers.

Bakugo: Can't do anything now!?

You watched as Bakugo's silhouette disappeared in the corner of the living room and you received a notification.

❤️girls generation❤️

Mina: (Photo attachment) (Very sorry (_)) I have proof!! 😶‍🌫️

Uraraka: Look at Bakugo's face

Tsuyu: He looks calm

Jirou: Exactly, beauty and the beast 🥀🦁

Momo: It's a good comparison Jirou

Toru: Besides, he's looking at (_)! He is in love with you😊

(_):It's not true😖

You entered your room, closed the door and lay down on the bed, ignoring the fact that your phone wouldn't stop vibrating with notifications.

(_): That's a lie

I'm very sleepy and I don't even know who I'm writing about anymore. (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

[purplesimmer455]

Megs and Is reach the art district with 20 minutes to spare. They grab a quick bite to eat, and walk around together. They stop by a floor mural depicting some pine trees and try to interpret what it means. “I think it’s a message about nature and how water brings life to so many things, such as sustaining the earth and these trees.” Megan say and Iseul nods, nudging Megan’s shoulder with her own. “I think it’s about how scary, deep, and cool the ocean is.” Iseul half jokes and Megan snorts before nudging Iseul back. “Okay Kang.” She says. Finally, its 10 minutes left til the show starts and the two head a few blocks over to the venue, a simple but large brick building converted from a warehouse.

Megan is so excited that she grabs Iseul’s hand and Iseul raises her brows, her mouth opening in surprise. She looks down at her hand in Megan’s and grins while Megan turns pink. “Sorry, I just got so excited that I had to grab something. Usually I'd grab Tessie's hand.” She rambles and Iseul nods, squeezing Megan’s hand gently and feeling Megan’s wedding ring press into her hand. “Remind me not to stand next to you when you’re excited and I have an ice cream cone or something. But It’s okay Megs, I’m excited too. I still remember all the lyrics to the Cowplant ate my heart and Woohoo me.” Iseul says half teasingly, and Megan nods, grinning. "I sing the two, without some more explicit lyrics, while cleaning or cooking and when Emmy searched the songs and found out they came out more than a decade ago she teased me for being old." Iseul laughs. "She has your sass, Megs. My nieces do the same with me." She says as Megan grins.

I used PicsArt editing to add in the music notes, and it's a bit simple but works. 🤔😄 my music skills from learning piano in 11th grade, 10* years ago when I was 17, is rusty but I wonder what those notes actually play?

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buck & Eddie: Tsunami and Lightning Parallels

Several of Buck’s and Chris’ Tsunami experiences in 3x2 “Sink or Swim” and 3x3 “The Searchers” were paralleled with Bobby’s and Buck’s Lightning Strike experiences in 6x10 “In a Flash” and 6x11 “In Another Life”.  In 6x11, Bobby was FINALLY CANONIZED as Buck’s dad even though the audience already knew it. The audience also knows Buck is Chris’ second dad and it appears that fact could be CANONIZED by the end of season 6.  Therefore, the parallels between the things that happened to Buck and Chris during the Tsunami and Bobby and Buck during the Lightning Strike can’t be just a coincidence. Reminder, Buck looks like Bobby and Chris looks like Buck and even though they’re not biologically related, the fact that they all look alike is not a coincidence either.  Since Bobby is Buck’s found dad and Buck is Chris’ second dad that means Bobby is Chris’ future granddad and Eddie’s future father-in-law.

GIFs 1 & 2 - In 3x2, after they arrived on the pier, Buck and Chris rode some of the rides, they took pictures together and they ate cotton candy.  Then Buck helped Chris win the point and shoot carnival game.  The things they did on the pier parallel with the way Bobby has been teaching Buck how to cook for six years.  In 6x10, Buck was cooking chili but he felt like something was missing. Bobby helped Buck complete his chili recipe by sharing his secret ingredient. GIFs 3 & 4 - Right before the Tsunami hit, Buck and Chris had a conversation about life and when Buck asked Chris what he wanted to be when he grew up, Chris said, “An astronaut or a pirate”.  But then he changed his answer and said, “No wait... a firefighter” and Buck went on to tell him that he hoped he would find something that mattered because it was going to show him the rest of his life.  In 6x10, while enroute to the scene of a fire at the McArthur Park Apartments, Bobby, Buck and Eddie all had a conversation about Buck’s life while they were inside of the firetruck.  Buck’s parents were in L.A. and he told Bobby and Eddie that having dinner with them and the Hans made it seem like they were an actual family. Bobby gave Buck more advice when he said, “That’s good. Life is too short to take those relationships for granted”.  Buck giving Chris advice about his life paralleled with Bobby giving Buck advice about his life. GIFs 5 & 6 - After Buck emerged from the water while holding onto Chris, he said, “I got you. I got you. I got you.” and that paralleled with Bobby saying almost the same thing to Buck after he was struck by lightning.  While Eddie was lowering Buck’s limb body to the ground, Bobby said, “Come here kid. I got you. I got you kid.”  They were both saving their sons. GIFs 7 & 8 - After Buck and Chris got separated in 3x3, Buck went to the VA Hospital to continue searching for him but he saw Eddie first, then he called Maddie.  But Eddie saw him before Maddie made it to the VA and Buck had to tell him what happened.  In 6x11, when Maddie and the Buckley parents arrived at the hospital, Bobby was the one to tell them what happened to Buck.  Buck telling Eddie what happened to Chris parallels with Bobby having to tell Philip what happened to Buck. GIFs 9 & 10 - In 3x2, Buck and Chris talked a lot while they were sitting on the 136′s firetruck waiting to be rescued.  Their conversation mainly revolved around Buck wanting to know how Chris never gives up and that parallels with the conversation Bobby had with Buck while he was in a coma in 6x11.  During his coma dream, Bobby told Buck that if he still cared about what people thought of him, he hadn’t learned a damn thing.   He also told him that being Buck was enough and that statement also parallels with the lesson he learned from Chris in 3x2.  Chris told Buck he thought about giving up once but when Buck asked him what he did, Chris replied, “I kept on swimming”. GIFs 11 & 12 - After Eddie took Chris back to Buck in 3x3 and then he left them so he could go to work, Buck walked over and sat next to Chris.  They had just gone through a traumatic experience together and it paralleled with Bobby sitting with Buck after he woke up from his coma.

Reminder, there aren’t any coincidences on 9-1-1, only patterns so it’s possible Buck could be CANONIZED as Chris’ second dad before the end of season 6.

Buck is Chris’ second dad and Bobby is Buck’s found dad.  Once Eddie and Buck get married Bobby will be Buck’s found dad, Eddie’s found father-in-law and Chris’ found grandad.

[go-on-eat-shrooms]

House Blackwood vs House Martell Part II

Part 3

A man shouted from atop to open the gates. You heard the grunts of serval men

putting all their strength to open the wooden gates.

With your sisters and father unstriding their horses and you just jumping down it like a hawk.

Looking around, you found yourself astounded by the difference in architecture. The unfamiliar ambience even the smell was foreign to you.

"Holly cunt, how odd" you exclaimed.

Before you could babble more, you were greeted with an unfamiliar life full of positive vibes.

"Oberyon! What an absolute surprise when I heard you sent a letter by ship to inform me you wanted to visit me. It's been such a long time dear friend! And you brought all 4 of your daughters. How wonderful!"  Said Samwell Blackwood.

"Yes, my youngest daughter was very enamored with tales of your land. So I caved in when she kept pleading me to take her here. She seemed to really like the stories she heard of your riverlands."

Sister 1: saying lowly " and maybe your nut job son that might kill squirrels and eat them raw"

Sister 2: "Y/N has been very excited to meet your son Benijcot actually. Where around your house might he be?"

Sister 3: "well I believe if you don't mind my lord since it's such a big voyage if we could have some nurishments?"

You look bewildered at the stabbing words your sisters vomited out. How could they want her to meet a secret mad boy that turns into a maniac in the slight presents of even the sharpest objects around. And the squirrel comment might be true the fuck!

"At least he could cook it first" you said looking mortified to the side. "I mean how fast can he be to catch a squirrel. What if he ate his fellow squirrel homies too?" You were over thinking the squirrel comment.

So when Sister 3 spoke you felt relieved. She wasn't doing it for you tho. The bitch was just hungry and greedy. But for the first few times in years she was glad her sister was a selfish assface.

"I apologize for my daughters comments. I raised them like men mostly so I believe it's on me they say the things they do."

Oberyn stated.

"No problem, raising 4 daughters must of given you many headaches and torture. I must say raising boys is much easier. I imagine when they bleed every moon of the month, they turn into the most ravenous of wolves." Stated Lord Blackwood.

"But please come into my dining hall. Your daughter is correct; you must be tired and Ship lagged." Said Lord Blackwood.

As all 5 of you were guided to the table you took in the walls that surrounded you. Your head filled with the rabid squirrel catcher Benjicot.

But, through out your meal with Lord Blackwood; you seemed to see others besides your family.  But no one resembling a young boy. Mostly beared bloated men.  You felt a bit disappointed. So much talk over a no show. Did he think he was better than his guests?

Sister 2: " Lord Black, I'm sorry for the interruption. But where might your son be? We have not seen him all night."

Sister 3: "May your son be handsome? We find our youngest sister Y/N needs a buddy to study her combat skills with. She herself is interested in fighting like a wilding."

You swear these whores don't give it a rest. But even then it made you seem even more interested.

"OH my boy benji, he is not feeling so well. He usually goes out to the moonlit meadows of our land to train. I always tell him to be aware of wondering Brackens as well. Those craven cunts have been starting shit with us for centuries" Says Lord Blackwood.

After more talk of the hatred between the Blackwoods and Bracken beef. You finally get to retire to your own chamber. Seemly all 3 of your sisters and father go and take their leave as well to rest.

"Fuck it! I'm going to find him." You tell yourself after 10 mins.

Lord Blackwood said in the moonlit meadows. But there were so many. You made your way through unknown corridors until you reached the outside. Walking just a few more paces you heard grunting and a sword gritting against metal.

As you approached slowly, your boots crunched on some stones. Immediately, you were met with a sword to your throat.

[unreadpoppy]

song as old as rhyme - chapter 12

{Beauty and the Beast AU - Raphael x OC (Elize)}

chapter 11

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Warning: MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTION/TALK OF SUICIDE. IF THAT IS A TRIGGER, STOP READING AT ' “How did she die?” He asked, urging her to continue. ' AND RESUME AFTER 'They both stayed silent for a moment.'

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One Week Later

When Raphael arrived in his room, he was met with a surprise. 

The table where he usually ate by himself was already set, and standing next to it, was Elize. 

He raised an eyebrow. “Care to tell me what is the meaning of this?” 

“I’ve noticed that there is a bit of a…misunderstanding between us.” She began to explain. “And, well, Haarlep suggested we talk about it to clear the air. “ Elize gulped. “Afterall, I will be here for a long time, it’d probably be better if we were on good terms with each other.” She finished explaining. 

Raphael stood silent for a moment and Elize was scared she might have overstepped. Then, he asked “What is it that you have cooked over here?” while making his way towards the table and sitting on one of the chairs. Elize sighed in relief and sat on the other side. 

“Just some rice and beans, potatoes, fish.” She pointed towards each food as she spoke. “I didn’t pick a wine, I thought it’d be best if you chose it later.” 

“It is very thoughtful of you.” He said honestly. Raphael took a bite out of the fish and hummed in delight. “The food is also very good.”

“Thank you.” Elize replied while eating the rice. “My mother was the one who taught me the recipes. I tried my best to replicate them. I’m glad to know it was good.”

“You mention your mother a lot.” In between spoonfuls of food, Raphael spoke. “Tell me more about her.” 

“Her name was Floriella. I said it before but she used to be a druid, went on some adventures until she settled down with father and had me.”

“Why did she settle down?”

Elize shrugged. “According to father, she was tired of running around and wanted to start a family.” 

“And you never thought to ask it straight to her?” 

“There are certain things we only realized we should’ve asked sooner when it’s already too late.” Elize looked down. “My mother passed away seven years ago.” 

“My condolences.” Raphael said and Elize nodded. “I never had a mother. She died giving birth to me.” 

“Oh. That seems…lonely. I’m sorry.” 

“I am used to it by now.” When he noticed the confusion on her face, he clarified. “Being lonely. I am used to it.” 

“Oh.” Elize stuffed food in her mouth while she thought of something to say. She failed to come up with anything so they ate in silence for quite some time. 

Eventually, both of their plates were empty. Raphael stood up, grabbed two cup and said  “Let us go find a good wine to drink.” With his free hand, he snapped them away to the wine cellar. 

Elize stood behind Raphael while he spent a good 10 minutes choosing a bottle, finally picking one and filling both their cups. 

“Cheers.” She said and they clicked their cups together. As soon as Elize took a sip, she realized how strong the drink was. “Oh my.” She said, already feeling a bit strange. “I think I’m gonna sit on the floor.” 

“Allow me.” He snapped his fingers and a small table with two wooden chairs appeared. “I forgot that most of the wines here can be quite strong for a human. I apologize.” 

“It’s alright.” Elize replied while sitting on one of the chairs. “It is strong but it’s quite good.” 

As they kept drinking, chatting about mundane things, Elize started to feel more bold. It was probably the wine.

“Why don’t you appear as a devil more often?” She asked suddenly. 

“Pardon me?” Raphael didn’t seem to be as affected by the wine as she was, but the question did get him off guard. 

Elize gulped. “You know, when you get all red and with horns. I only ever see you as a man. Why?” 

“Every day I am out there, trying to get more contracts done.” He said. “If I appear as a devil right away, some might be scared and run away.”

“No, that I can gather.” Elize shook her head. “I mean, like, this is your home. Be yourself.”

“Is that what you want?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Yes.” She quickly replied.

Raphael smirked and was engulfed by flames. A moment later, he was just as she had described, all red with horns. 

Elize smiled. “That’s better.” She took a swing of her wine and asked. “I’ve always wanted to ask something but I think it’s too personal.” 

“Better to ask now before you lose momentum.” He looked at her. “Or lose the chance.”

Elize nodded. “Who is Tav?” 

Raphael’s face hardened. “Why do you want to know?”

“I’ve heard their name being thrown around quite a lot by the others.” She drunk again. “It appears to me you two had…history.” Raphael took a deep breath. He felt reluctant to tell what happened and Elize noticed. Curiosity was getting the better of her, and so she offered 

“What if I tell you something personal first?” 

“What do you mean?”

“You are hesitant to tell me who Tav is.” She said. “I thought that, maybe if I say something personal, you might be more willing.”

“You seem very keen to get that information.” Raphael squinted his eyes. “Curiosity killed the cat.”

“Yes, but satisfaction brought it back.” She smirked and sipped the wine, looking at him. “Do we have a deal?”

His lips thinned, but he nodded. “Go on. Tell your tale.”

Elize took a deep breath. “Earlier, I told you about my mother.” Raphael nodded. “I didn’t tell you how she died.” She looked down. “I don’t think I ever told anyone besides my father, for a matter of fact.”

“How did she die?” He asked, urging her to continue. 

She sighed. “Mother always had a sadness about her. You could see it in her eyes.” She frowned. “Some days, she’d wake up and never leave the bed. As I grew older, it only seemed to get worse.” 

Elize put her cup down on the table. “I used to feel like a burden. When my mother talked about her glory days and how happy she had been as an adventurer, I knew it was my fault…my fault that she stopped living her life.”

Raphael was quiet, just allowing the woman to talk. “Of course, she’d deny it, but I could see the truth written in her face.” Elize looked down. “One day, when I was fifteen, I woke up after hearing a loud thud. I went to my parents room and neither of them were there. When I got the kitchen, my mother was lying there.”

“At first, I thought she had fainted. But then I realized she wasn’t breathing. I shook her, I cried for her. I even gave her a health potion we had stacked but nothing worked.” Elize hadn’t noticed the tears that fell until she felt Raphael reaching across the table and giving her a handkerchief. “Thank you.” She wiped her face and continued. “When I looked down at my mother, I saw she had a bottle on one of her hands.” Elize paused. “It was devil’s bane. She took a whole dose of it. There was nothing that anyone could have done.” 

The both of them stayed silent for a moment. Then, Raphael finally spoke up. “I am sorry you went through that ordeal.” He said sincerely. He wanted to say more but couldn’t. He wanted to tell Elize not to carry that burden, that she should cherish the good memories she had with her mother. But why did Raphael feel compelled to comfort the mortal? 

“I think it’s your turn to talk now.” She said. 

Raphael took a deep breath, nodding. “Tav was an adventurer. A few years ago, they were captured by mind flayers, who stuck a tadpole in their head. If the worm wasn’t removed soon, Tav and their companions would become illithid.” 

Elize nodded along. She had a very small understanding about those creatures but it was enough to not get lost in the story. “I came to them, giving them a path to salvation. I offered to give them the means to set the prince of the gith free, with the Orphic Hammer, and in return, they would give me the Crown of Karsus.” 

“What does that crown do?”

“The Crown was a powerful artifact, crafted by Karsus, in an attempt to replace the goddess Mystryl. It did not work for him, but the crown could still had potential. I planned on using the crown to unite the nine hells and end the Blood War, crowning myself as Archdevil Supreme. And all I needed was for Tav to sign the deal.” 

“But they did not do that. Not only they refused me, they broke into my House of Hope, laid with Haarlep and stole the Hammer. They even turned one of my allies against me. When I arrived, they insulted me and a fight ensued.” 

“And I assume it didn’t end well for you?”

Raphael nodded. “I overestimated their prowess in battle. The only reason I didn’t die was because I left the battle before it was too late.” He looked down. “I lived because I was a coward.” 

There was a moment of silence. Then, he felt Elize, who had gotten up and walked over towards him, put a hand on his shoulder. “That must have been hard, for a man as proud as you. But…there is no cowardice in wanting to live.” 

He looked up at her. There was no signs of sarcasm or disdain in her eyes, only genuine care. Raphael felt a tug in his heart. No one had ever looked at him like that before. 

But before he got any hope, Elize took a step back, wincing, and placed a hand on her forehead. “I think that’s enough wine for tonight.” She said. 

Raphael got up and held onto her forearms, to ensure she wouldn’t fall. “I’ll take you to your room.” Before he snapped his fingers, he warned. “You might want to close your eyes. Teletransportation while drunk always feel worse.” 

Elize nodded and closed her eyes. But she did something unexpected. She leaned forwards, and hugged him. “This is just so I don’t get dizzy or fall.” She said in his chest. Raphael then snapped them away. 

In her room, he helped Elize get on the bed, taking off her shoes and even pulling up the sheets. Before he left, she held his wrist. “I want to thank you…for being honest. Maybe you’re not as bad as I previously thought.” And then the human fell asleep. 

Raphael chuckled and left the room, a weird feeling blooming in his chest. 

[thorn-thorny-thorn]

Heim head cannons

Part 2!

🍔 he hates the taste of humans

🍔 wants to be the #1 realtor but really hates harming people

🍔once successfully ate a person but he felt extremely bad about it. Still thinks about them.

🍔 he wants to travel the world to taste the different foods

🍔 scared of loud sounds

🍔 wanted to join a traveling circus when he was young

🍔 collects clown stuff

🍔 he has those creepy porcelain Clown dolls. All of them have seperate names

🍔 loves cartoons

🍔 he knows charisma means he'll be a better realtor. Tv show hosts have lots of charisma. If he becomes a tv show host, he could be the best realtor

🍔 struggles with his identity as a realtor.

🍔 craves spicy and sour food despite not liking the pain

🍔 watches mukbangs. Speaking of which, he hates nikakado because the man crying bs makes it hard for him to relax

🍔 had an unusually strong stomach

🍔 it's surprisingly hard to poison him.

🍔 it's actually quite hard to kill him in general because he avoids it by silly bs (ex: going to tie his shoe the moment an arrow flies toward him)

🍔 very oblivious and dense. Especially with romance. You could literally get a plane smoke trail that says "I LOVE YOU" and he'd look at it and say "oh cool" and continue on with his day

🍔 has a replica of the keabby patty car from the Spongebob movie

🍔 loves holidays.

🍔 is very good at cooking games.

🍔 often hangs out with John doe at the library. The two study humans quite a bit.

🍔 if he knew about a human in uncanny valley, they'd basically become like a celebrity to him. He'd ask a million questions about humans.

🍔after their study days, heim takes doe out to lunch. The two get along well but info dump for like an hour then stop for 10 minutes to figure out what to say next.

🍔 heim watches cooking channels

🍔 he tries learning new skills but moves to another one before he can master the first

[abramsbooks]

RECIPE: Pollo in Guajillo (from Asada by Bricia Lopez and Javier Cabral)

This grilled chicken has gotten me through so many long days working at Guelaguetza. There were times when I ate it for lunch every day, sometimes with a big salad, sometimes with homestyle french fries, or with rice, beans, and tortillas. It tastes great any way you eat it and it reheats beautifully. This is a solid recipe to make on a Sunday and eat throughout the week. I purposely did not soak the chiles, in order to create a rustic marinade that has more texture; the flavor of burnt chile once it is grilled makes this chicken recipe stand out.

Serves 4

12 guajillo chiles (1¾ ounces/50 g), stems and seeds removed

½ large white onion (5. ounces/150 g), roughly chopped

8 cloves garlic, peeled

¼ teaspoon black peppercorns (about 12 peppercorns)

1 whole clove

1 tablespoon dried Mexican oregano

2 tablespoons grapeseed oil

¼ cup (60 ml) orange juice

2 tablespoons seasoned rice vinegar

2 tablespoons fresh lime juice

¼ teaspoon ground cinnamon

1½ tablespoons sea salt

2 pounds (910 g) bone-in chicken thighs

In a cast-iron skillet over medium heat, lightly toast the chiles, about 2 to 3 minutes on each side. Remove from the skillet and set aside.

In the same skillet, add the onion and garlic, turning once or twice until they are lightly charred, about 10 minutes. Remove from the skillet and set aside.

Add the peppercorns, clove, and dried oregano to the pan and lightly toast until they are aromatic, about 2 minutes. Transfer the toasted spices and oregano to a molcajete or spice grinder and grind until finely ground.

In a high-performance blender or food processor, add the toasted chiles, onion, garlic, ground spices and oregano, oil, orange juice, rice vinegar, lime juice, cinnamon, and salt. Blend until most of the chiles have come apart.

Pat the chicken dry with paper towels. Using a gallon-size resealable bag, add the marinade and the chicken. Seal and let sit in the refrigerator for at least 30 minutes or overnight.

Remove the chicken thighs in their marinade from the fridge to allow them to reach room temperature before grilling.

Start a charcoal or gas grill. The gas should be set to high. If using a pellet grill, preheat your grill to 450°F (230°C) for at least 15 minutes. If using charcoal, the coals should be red but entirely covered with gray ash.

Remove the chicken from the marinade and put them on the grill directly over the medium fire, skin side up. Close the lid and cook, turning once, about 15 minutes on each side. The chicken is cooked when its internal temperature reaches 175°F (79°C) on a meat thermometer. Transfer the meat to a cutting board and let rest for 5 minutes.

Oaxaca authors Bricia Lopez and Javier Cabral are back with the first major cookbook about how to create asada—Mexican-style grilled meat—at home

In millions of backyards across Southern California, an asada means a gathering of family, friends, great music, cold drinks, good times, and community—all centered around the primal allure of juicy, smoky grilled meat with flavors and spices traditional to Mexico. The smell of asada is a cloud of joy that lingers in the streets of Los Angeles. With Asada: The Art of Mexican-Style Grilling, Mexican food authorities and the authors of Oaxaca, Bricia Lopez and Javier Cabral, are back with more than 100 recipes that show you how to prepare the right dishes and drinks for your next carne asada gathering. Asada will both guide you in crafting mouthwatering food and inspire the right laidback atmosphere.

Everyone says they love a spicy margarita and asada tacos, but very few understand the culture that informs these flavors. Divided into the eight crucial elements of any carne asada: botanas (appetizers), carnes (meats), mariscos (seafood), side dishes and vegetables, salsas, aguas frescas, cocktails, and dessert, Asada walks you through every step. From Lopez’s secret “michelada marinade” to game-changing salsas that will elevate any grilled meat, this cookbook is the ultimate guide to making and beginning to understand the magic of asada.

For more information, click here.

[awaitingfall]

07.29.24

134.6

My goal for this week is to be 131 by Friday/Saturday morning.

Yesterday ended up being such a low energy day and I didn’t want to cook anything so I ate mostly crackers and trail mix throughout the day for food, so I ended up gaining 😭

Literally did nothing but sit around and scroll on my phone yesterday. I think because we had such an exciting day on Saturday, my mind & body didn’t want to do anything for the rest of the weekend.

- - -

I started today off on a better note - I woke up only 15 mins after my alarm and went straight to exercise. I wanted to do the first day of Chloe Ting’s new schedule, but I was only able to get through one of the 10 min videos. I stretched before hand, but I haven’t worked out in a week so my body didn’t want to move right. So I struggled through the 10 min HIIT and called it there for the day.

- - -

Part of me is really hoping I either get a text from the boss this morning saying to stay home for the day cuz we won’t have much work to do, OR I’ll get to go home early. Sometimes I feel bad for thinking like that because I pretty much begged for this job back because of how much I missed it, but now that all this other shit at work is going on I just don’t want to be there anymore 😩 Like if my boss stayed in Texas and the shop manager wasn’t leaving and all was fine and dandy I’d have no problem wanting to go into work. But this is the shop manager’s last week here and my boss is in until the end of August which is stressful because he’s all over the place and he’s trying to hire a new production staff member - but who’s gonna replace the shop manager’s duties when she leaves and when my boss leaves back from Texas? Oh, right, me of course. The person who has to be on press constantly in order for any work to get done is now going to have to take on the managerial role as well. It’s not gonna work out at all. There’s no way for me to be printing orders while also being available to talk on the phone and get everything planned with the rest of the team and be in charge of literally everything and everyone else in the shop. It just doesn’t work. He even tried this once before and I ended up stepping away from the press so frequently that I had to train one of the other shop assistants. Only difference is that girl was a fast learner and worked really well. The person we have as shop assistant now isn’t capable of running the press (I don’t even want to go into specifics or else I’ll feel like I’m bullying 😭) plus she’s getting her hours cut anyways and wont be there full-time, and we haven’t even heard any news on whether this kid that came by for a day is even interested in this job. Plus he knows nothing about it so we’d have to train him on all the basics first. Which means I’m stuck on press. I can’t take over managerial work like that.

Sorry for venting, but I know it’s just going to be really stressful this next year. It’s making me want to quit now, but I think I’m just going to have to do my best to train one of the other shop assistants on the press so there will be someone there who knows how to print an order so I can quit in a more professional way this time around, and maybe just find a calm part-time job and work on my art when I’m home. It sucks that my boss doesn’t really know how to run a business well, cuz I really like the work I do. I just can’t keep flipping between job positions/take on multiple job positions, especially when it’s going to be for a year or longer. It’s too much for one person.

- - -

So yeah…still hoping for a day off or a half day today. But if not, I hope I’ll at least have a chill work day today 🥲

[valleynix]

I haven’t done one of these in a while and I miss doing them SO HERE IT IS

1:

OKAY starting off strong

Oh how I missed this trauma 🙏 ANYWAYS I think the person here that is hugging reader is mother Miranda herself 👀 maybe it’s an apology for what she’ll to later on 🤯 or maybe to comfort them from that freak

2:

CASSANDRAAAAAAAAA I missed cass/reader moments SM

The fact that cass was the first person reader called out to because they know she’ll protect them (or even worse end their misery)

3:

This might just be the dimitrescus looking out for reader but I think Miranda is the one protect them (their mind) from the freak 👀

4:

OKAY MIGHT BE A REACH BUT what if because reader said this, Miranda put them in the megamycete to train them (at least one of the reasons she put them in there) CUZ A READER TRAINING ARC WITH MIRANDA?!? Reader obviously wanting to go home but also wanting to become stronger (maybe to learn how to get out of there) so they suck it up and train with the person who started their suffering to begin with. and then reader Miranda bonding ensues 🤯🤯🤯

5:

LMAOOOO NOT CROWMIRANDA THROWING A FIT

May be a little off topic but even with the mindfuckery that’s gonna happen in act 3 I still hope we can get crow reader 🙏🙏

6:

I know what you are..

7:

Now say it in English bela 😊😊

8:

😀

OKAY GODDAMN DIDNT KNOW WE GOING AT FOR PROBABLY 5K WORDS

ANYWAYS BELA SCENE IS FINALLY HERE AND THE MEAL YOUVE PUT ON OUR PLATE IS STEAMING

You said you were worried that the pacing/scene would be off but I can assure that THIS ATE. I’m very picky about scenes like these because I actually don’t really like them in general BUT YOUR WRITING STILL COOKS AND IM ENJOYING MY MEAL

Also I’m glad you included the chp 8 moment with bela because I love that reader now trusts her

9:

Someone is gonna read that journal and I’m placing all my money on Alcina

10:

MOTHER MIRANDAAAAA SAVEEE THEMMMM

11:

So we have a new monstrosity out for reader 😋 my theory is maniac is the true form of the freak (FLOATING FETUSSS)

12:

God that ending… I’m so scared for what’s gonna happen to reader but SO EXCITED. And as usual I have no idea what’s gonna happen next 💪💪

I love that you chose Cassandra to be the one who witnessed reader pass out, because ngl it kinda implies cass, the one who was supposed to protect reader, failed at saving them from danger. QUE DEPRESSED CASSANDRA

And WATCHER OH SHIT OMG. Ik they were gonna do something horrendous but…. GODDAMN. At least they’re finally with their Alcina, after like… 300 years or something. Really said double it and give it to the next person

Reader wasn’t able to tell Alcina the truth before they passed out ☹️☹️ my theory is that Alcina will read their journal and find out herself. Which makes for an interesting conversation with her daughters and reader when/if they wake up

Welp I’m glad we’re gonna get more reader lunny moments 😁 as they are the only one reader could possibly talk to.. I MEAN THERE IS ALSO MIRANDA 💪💪

GOD I MISSED DOING THIS AND I MISSED TPTM‼️‼️‼️ can’t wait for act 3 and what you’ll do with it 😋 but please take your time and rest! I’ll be here waiting for my meal tbh I kinda wanna reread 20-21 because I forgot to do an analysis 👀

the EXCITEMENT i felt at getting this AUGH THANK YOU

1. it sure is a mystery… i wonder if you’re correct hehe :)

2. CASS, MY BELOVED. she’s the only one that will do what they ask of her with relatively little pushback, and they know the lengths she’ll go to in order to protect her loved ones. their bond is so >>

3. it might be! (it definitely is)

4. potentially!! hehe there were several reasons why she put them in the megamycete

5. LOOOL I LOVE CROW!MIRANDA. she cracks me up so much and i feel like she’s able to be more genuine as a lil crow

6. 🤨🏳️‍🌈

7. she’s NERVOUS

8. LISTEN I THOUGHT IT WAS SO BAD. i’m not the biggest fan of smut myself so on top of it being incredibly difficult to write, it felt so off 😭 im glad everything came across okay!!

9. honestly, i feel like Cass would be the type to quickly hide it because she knows of its contents. at least some of them, and she (as well as her sisters) would want Alcina to find out through them; it’s their story to tell, after all

10. SHE’S TRYINGGGG

11. NOT THE FLOATING FETUS LMAO. but you’re correct :3 they’re the same being

12. IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY KNOWING I MADE THE RIGHT CHOICES WHEN WRITING. that ending has been on my mind for MONTHS- i still don’t feel it was satisfactory but we’re getting there

I’M VERY HAPPY YOU ENJOYED IT!! i hope i can get back into a routine here soon but i make no guarantees. it’s hard to find time 🙃🙃

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ANALYSIS!!!!

[purplesurveys]

1853

Do you like coffee? Yes. Need it everyday. No coffee no braincells no work done hahah.

Do your eyes ever twitch? They don't.

Do you get excited when you get something in the mail that isn’t a bill? Of course it's exciting when stuff I order arrives. But it also depends, because I'm not always buying things and sometimes I'm just receiving stuff for my parents or sister haha.

What was the last thing you wrote by hand? Just my signature for when I picked up the book I pre-ordered from the local bookstore.

Why did you last feel exhausted? Tuesday last week. The Sunday before that I had 10 AM-6 PM event, immediately the following day I had a 5 PM-1 AM event...by Tuesday I was beat and felt a fever coming in. Thankfully it didn't last long and I powered through the rest of the week like a motherfucker.

Have you ever used emotional blackmail to get your own way? Sure.

Has anybody ever used emotional blackmail on you? Sure.

Assuming you have any, is your hair soft today? No.

Who did you last worry about and why? The dogs, because of the weather. I'm constantly worrying they might get heat stroke so now I always give them ice cubes and have the living room aircon turned on, even if it's only them downstairs.

When are you next at work? If you mean at the office, Thursday.

Do you enjoy your work? It's a lot more tolerable ever since I was able to negotiate to be set free from the one account that was serving as mental torment for me. I dare say I'm a lot happier now that it's gone from my professional life.

Are you currently looking for a new place to live? Not really. I'm weighing options and hearing out opinions here and there, but given that I have no urgent need to have my own place yet, I haven't reached a point where I've done ocular visits.

When was the last time you ate/drank something gross just to be polite? Can't remember. I'd eat everything except for fruits lol.

Can you see any toys from where you’re sat? I have a massive Koya stuffed toy right in front of me - it was a gift from my sister for my birthday.

Last time you heard a growl, who or what did it come from? A couple of hours ago, from Cooper. He always lets out these playful growls whenever we play catch since he's always so impatient to get the damn toy in his mouth haha.

Does it bother you when you forget something that you should know? Sure.

What was the last thing you put off doing? Proofreading a script a teammate wrote. She did say she doesn't need feedback til tomorrow afternoon, but given that I like to do things as quickly as possible I'd still count it as being put off.

When did you last make up a baby’s bottle? Never.

What was the last thing you cooked? Idk the last thing I cooked but the last thing I ordered was a box of donuts and toasted siopao.

Do you eat your dinner at a dining table, coffee table or just off your lap? It varies. I'd eat anywhere at home.

When did you last see the sea? Last month when we visited Leah's beachside house for a team outing.

Which would you prefer as a view; mountains or the sea? Sea.

Do you have a mouse for your laptop? (Assuming you have a laptop) Nope.

Do you apologise a lot? Sure, especially at work.

Do you have any framed black & white photos in your home? Who are they of? No, they're all colored.