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[murdleandmarot]

9, 8, 2, 20 :3

Sorry this took a while to get to 😭😭😭 I was making unwise financial decisions in a book store

Hi hello!!!!!!!

2. Favorite Song Character: This is SO HARDDDD UGGHHH…..I love them all so much grrrrrr

I’m gonna narrow this down for myself to songs ABOUT a character, and then go from there, because I could argue with myself about this for hours. Because while Macavity slaps, Macavity would slap. Me. In the face. With his claws.

I’m gonna have to be a lil basic and go with Mistoffelees :). I just….love him lots…..and Tugger is always so fucking excited to sing about his special guy…..

8. Favorite Make-up: Oooo good question……I have a couple favorites (that aren’t from 1998 because let’s be honest I could rant about 1998 makeup forever (even though it’s the most subdued)).

Off of the top of my head, Tugger from Hamburg 1991, Jellylorum from Macskák 2001 I believe? (I think it’s Hungary, either in 2000 or 2001), Skimble and Misto from Mexico’s tours in 2013, Macavity from Buenos Aires and Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer from what I THINK is a Canadian tour.

I’ll put pictures of all these guys under the cut, I ADORE the makeup in these shows, and there are a ton more that I didn’t bring up.

9. Favorite song?: Another hard fucking question 😭😭😭 why would you do this to bestie. I don’t think I can pick a favorite, (the only song I actively am not the biggest fan of is journey to the Heavyside layer, and I STILL cry during it).

I think the song I listen to most as an actual SONG, like in my playlist along with fuckin Mitski or Aurora would have to be The Rum Tum Tugger? It’s just easily digestible, a very vibe worthy song, whereas other fun songs like Macavity are very much a moment, yk? (Shoutout to mungo and rumple, because Ive looped their song for weeks at a time (the German version vibes so hard it’s so good)).

20. Did you see cats live? If so, where?:

I fucking DID and I am mad about it TO THIS DAY. I’m SO mad. I’m not gonna reveal the location because that would be very not good and Internet safe™️, but it was at a theater that housed tours of shows, which means I also got to see Jesus Christ Superstar, Hadestown, Hamilton, the like. Thank god my father is a huge theater nerd.

Anyhow, I saw Cats when I was 13, and I remember loving it, and that I picked up on Misto and Tugger immediately.

And that is ALL I remember. WHY? Because not only was I 13, I was coming down from being an Uber-depressed 12 year old, which means there is a year and a half of my life that is almost ENTIRELY gone. Literally could not have picked a worse time to go to see Cats. Every time I’m reminded that I saw Cats live and literally don’t remember it, I throw myself upon the floor in despair.

Makeup stuff under the cut :))

Tugger, Hamburg 1991, Siegmar Tonk, though you won’t find him on the fandom wiki, even though he’s gorgeous and great, because he’s a swing

(Best quality photos, I could take from the beginning of Mistoffelees :)

So, the production on YouTube with the Jellylorum I’m talking about is named ‘Macskák musical 1. felvonás,’ and has a description in what I think is Hungarian? It says it’s from 2001, and was most likely performed in Budapest, Hungary. I can’t find any gallery images on the wiki, or a record of this production, or who plays THIS version of Jelly, or even if that’s her name in this version. Anyhow, this is she

She looks like a lil clown :)) a lil jester. Also why is there a random guy here??? Because in this production they just bring in Hungarian celebrities randomly and it’s especially funny during Skimbleshanks’s numbers because the guy turns up in a suit, and eventually gets more disheveled as the song goes on. Skimbleshanks and him COMMIT though.

Skimbleshanks, Luigi Vidal, Mexico 2013 and Mistoffelees, Orville Alvarado, also Mexico 2013

(Shoutout to Mexico 2013-2015 in general, it just looks rly cool)

Macavity, Diego Jaraz, Buenos Aires 1993

SIR MARRY ME 🫶🫶🫶❤️❤️❤️💍💍💍

Mungojerrie und Rumpleteazer, Canada, actors and time unknown to me 💔(I know SOMEONE literally told me because I ASKED but I don’t REMEMBER mutual if you recognize these guys PLEASE tell me)

@jennyanypenny I THINK IT WAS YOU PLEASE LMK IF YOU KNOW WHO THESE TWO ARE

(honorable mention to ‘98 Pouncival n Macavity)

[scribbledghost]

ive been working 12 hr shifts at my job and I'm so tired I want to start crying like a toddler who needs a nap 😭 customers are mean and my feet hurt! I just want to lay in bed and EEP.

could you write Vessel just, absolutely smothering reader. kissies and cuddles and and and brushing her hair and giving her food while she's just dead weight in his arms. I have no idea what she'd be doing in the manor to make her so exhausted but I just wanna be pampered by a six-eyed sweetheart while I lay in bed and SLEEEEP pls it would fix all my problems

(in all seriousness, your writing is lovely. inhuman Vessel has been a great comfort. thank you for him.)

Note: I'm so glad Inhuman!Vessel can bring you some comfort! I think we can all use some of that right now. Also, a huge thunderstorm rolled in right as I started this, so I'm putting that in as a backdrop of sorts bc to me there is nothing more relaxing than being taken care of while it storms outside.

Sharp flashes of light pierce the manor at irregular intervals, quickly followed by low rumbles of thunder. Rain pelts the windows of your room, wind-whipped into punishing sheets against the glass.

The world outside is hostile for now, but inside there is nothing but warmth and comfort.

You'd been working hard around the manor lately, puttering around and helping the vessels in any tasks they may have had. They would tell you each time that you did not need to concern yourself with their worshiping duties, but you insisted, and they allowed you to aid them in whatever way you wished. Of course, the vessels have a much higher level of strength and stamina than your human self, and you found yourself wearing thin much sooner than they did.

Vessel is the first to notice, literally sweeping you off of your sore feet to carry you to a nearby lounge seat despite your protests. However, it never took long for you to get back up and continue whatever tasks you had been doing, leading to the cycle repeating.

It didn't end until Vessel excused himself from the rest and carried you off to bed, once again ignoring your protests.

"You need rest, beloved," he soothed as he carried you. "I will not stand idly by and allow you to harm yourself in our name."

Once he had deposited you in bed, he'd crawled in after you, intent on keeping you there by virtue of staying with you.

And that's exactly what he'd done. The storm had rolled in shortly after, and now the two of you are curled together in the warmth and safety of Sleep's manor.

"I am grateful that you've stopped fighting me," Vessel muses as he strokes your hair. He places soft kisses against your temple, keeping you close as you relax into him.

"Too much to do," you mumble.

"That is for us to worry about, my love," he replies, "as Sleep's vessels, that is our burden to carry. Not yours."

You begin to argue again, but the incessant growling of your stomach interrupts you. Vessel chuckles at the sudden intrusion, then summons one of the others to bring you food.

Something simple, he instructs. Something I can feed her myself.

II arrives shortly after with a bowl of peeled and sliced fruit, handing it to Vessel directly. He says nothing, only giving you both a light smile before turning to leave again.

"I can feed myself, you know," you tease as he grabs a piece and brings it to your mouth.

"I am aware," he says. "Though perhaps you will allow me the indulgence of doing it for you. Just this once."

It's difficult to say no when he asks so sweetly.

You relax into him further, all but deflating and becoming dead weight in his arms as he continues to feed you and smother you with affection. In between each bite, Vessel kisses whichever part of you his lips can reach, projecting soothing affection into your mind from his own. Words aren't needed here, and Vessel dares not break the silence with them. The only sounds to be heard are the rain and thunder beyond the manor walls and your own breathing.

Once you finish eating what was brought, Vessel also gives you a container of water that had also found its way to the nightstand by the bed, likely a gift from Sleep itself. Satisfied that you are well-fed and hydrated, Vessel returns to petting your hair and placing intermittent kisses where he can.

"Sleep, my heart," he murmurs against your skin. "I will be here when you wake."

As you begin to drift, you mumble a request to him.

"Meet me in my dreams?"

You are met with an affectionate chuckle.

"Always, my love."

[taintedcigs]

GETAWAY CAR — rockstar!e.m. x f!reader

CHAPTER SEVEN: SHE'S THUNDERSTORMS

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✦ summary: in which corroded coffin performs at the hideout (wc: 9.3k+)

✦ warnings — angst, ANGST, arguments, FINALLY SOME DESERVED FLUFF, jealousy, jealous!menace!eddie, the kiddos make an appearance!!!, uhmm kissing,,, eddie and p are an old married couple, drinking, smoking/weed, uhm thats it i think.

✦ pairings — rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader, past billy hargrove x fem!reader

✦ authors note — not proof-read i tried but i cant do it. pls ignore all mistakes. SO VERY SORRY FOR THE WAIT. hopefully this makes up for it. as usual the song is by arctic monkeys, and the other song mentioned is lover you should've come over by jeff buckley. but we'll pretend like its all by corroded coffin so shshsh.

anyway ily all pls interact + like + reblog to support me! i'd also LOVE LOVE to chat about anything abt this series it literally is my baby!! pls dont hesitate to send me an ask about anything mwah thank you for reading💗

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“Dude, I’m telling you it was not my fault.” Gareth exasperated desperately, hands up in the air in defeat.

But Eddie was quick to shake his head, “You drove her here, how is it not your fucking fault, Gareth?” He spat, bitter and angry. 

“She insisted! She wants to apologize to Pinky!”

“What?” Confusion etched across Eddie’s face. 

With an annoyed sigh, “Yeah, the whole fuckin’ world has to revolve around her,” Gareth muttered under his breath, knowing that saying anything about you would drive Eddie crazy. 

“Watch it,” Eddie warned, mouth downturned in disgust almost immediately. 

“What? It’s the truth.”

“Gareth, I’m not gonna tell you this a second fuckin’ time, okay? Don’t do that shit around me and never say one fucking word about her again, you got that?” He gritted through his teeth, his hand unintentionally clenching into a fist. 

“Jesus Christ.” 

“I mean it,” Eddie spat.

“Fine, fine!” Gareth threw his hands up in defeat, both of them downing their drink before scurrying away. 

Shit.

You knew you shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, but it wasn’t your fault. You were just trying to get a drink for the group, surfing through the sea of people—which was unusual for The Hideout. Still, you guessed the only celebrity from Hawkins was enough to have people swarming in, and Gareth and Eddie happened to be chatting right behind you. 

Even though it stung to hear Gareth talk of you like you were the fucking anti-christ, hearing Eddie defend you like that had that familiar warmth spread through your entire body. And you hated it, you hated the soft spot you’d always have for him, how it would take you back to five years ago when he would be there for you, every single time. 

Fucking great, you had so many people to avoid tonight; Chrissy, Gareth, and Eddie. 

With a sigh, you quickly disappeared into the crowd, carrying a tray of drinks for everyone. Plopping it on the booth with a slight sloosh. 

Everyone reached for it and you were quick to slap away Max, Lucas, and Dustin’s curious hands. “Oh, come on!” Max protested with a groan. 

“Not legal,” you hummed with a narrowed gaze. “Yeah, I’m sure you were legal when you were shotgunning beers and smoking joints like it was your lifeline during senior year,” Lucas mumbled under his breath, quick to get settled into his seat with a huff. 

You gasped dramatically, “Lucas Sinclair!” Exclaiming as he gave you a simple shrug. 

“So what’s new with you and Mr. Rockstar, now?” He teased, and you narrowed your gaze at Max who snickered underneath her hand. 

“Nothing,” You mumbled, shying away from everyone’s gaze on you. 

“Good thing, we can always ask the other party, too,” Dustin chimed in with a smirk, head pointing toward behind you. 

There was a slow tap on your shoulder and you were quick to jerk your body around. 

Of course.

Eddie. 

His soft gaze was dumbly addicting, that boyish grin curled deliciously on his lips while amber eyes took you in wholly. 

His gaze wandered to your figure, the midnight blue dress embracing your figure, accentuating your curves, its hem grazed against your mid-thigh, allowing him to get a glimpse of your sun-kissed legs, simple but exuding how breathtakingly pretty you were. 

He couldn’t place why your brows were so tightly pinched together, or why your arms were crossed against your chest, plump lips downturned with a pout. Still, you looked so pretty, so alluring that he could barely form any sentence. 

Mind captured entirely by you, almost feeling paralyzed while he took you in. 

“H—hey!” He stammered, awkwardly putting his hands in the back pocket of his chained black jeans. He was just him, and oh, god, you were you. 

Plush lips that curled into the prettiest smile, the most captivating eyes, even when you seemingly looked upset, brows pinched together, those glossy lips downturned, you were perfect. 

You ignored Eddie’s greeting, your piercing glare was still not that noticeable to him, all he could think about was how beautiful you looked, and how he was glad that he saw you before his set. He wanted nothing more than to see you watching him perform the songs he wrote all about you. 

“Wow… Uhh—you look… amazing,” He mumbled, breath getting hitched on his throat when he saw your unreadable expression. 

And all you could do was give him a tight-lipped smile. Almost immediately wiping that glow off of his face, face going momentarily blank. 

But he should’ve expected this, he knew you wouldn’t jump into his arms at any opportunity, he deserved this. He needed to do more, he needed to win you back. 

He opened his mouth to speak, desperate, needing your approval, but you interrupted. “I—I’m going to get a drink,” you mumbled, face flushed with heat, you didn’t know how to act either. 

Eddie glanced over at the tray of drinks on the booth, with his head tilted, “there’s a bunch of drinks over there,” he mumbled, he didn’t want you to leave. 

“I can see that, but I still want my own,” you sassed with a narrowed gaze, not letting him talk back once you left to go to the bar. 

Eddie watched your figure leave with a deep sigh, turning to the booth to take one of the drinks. “I really fucked up, didn’t I?”

“Yup,” Steve muttered with a nod, and Eddie was quick to give him a death glare. 

“So, will you finally enlighten us on what happened with you and Mrs. Grumpy over there?” Dustin huffed impatiently, grabbing three drinks from the tray now that you were gone, handing the other two to Max and Lucas with a grin.  

“She didn’t tell you guys?” 

“No! Which is a shame because she usually can’t say no to my adorable face.” Dustin blinked quickly, batting his eyelashes while Eddie shook his head at him with a chuckle. 

“Oh c’mon, Eddie, just tell us!” Max let out an impatient huff, her captivating icy blue gaze was pleading in a way that he could never say no to.

These doofuses would always be his weakness. 

“Yeah, Eddie, pretty please?” Lucas added exaggeratedly, mocking Max as she hit him in the chest playfully. 

“Fine, fine!” He sighed, running his hand over his forehead in frustration.  

“But nothing really happened and I don’t think it’s—” When he felt everyone’s gaze piercing through him, he was quick to shut up.  “Okay, okay!” He huffed.  

“She came to my trailer guns ablaze and then just slammed the note against my chest, calling me a coward, and then I told her off—”

“Wait what?” Max was quick to interrupt him, brows pinching together. 

“Yeah, I told her I wasn’t the one who left.”

“Uh, I’m sorry, didn’t you kiss Chrissy in front of her?” Max taunted.

“Yeah, and did you not bring her to Steve’s?” Dustin added. 

With a huff, he turned back to Steve. “Jesus, Harrington, did you gang up all of them against me?” He just gave Eddie a shrug. 

“That’s not even the point! Everything has just become too convoluted with us,” He spat, anger returning quicker than you intended to, while the rest of the gang sipped their drinks with an ‘oof’.

“It’s not convoluted, just tell her how you feel!” Max inquired, gently, almost like she was trying not to tip him off. 

“I—” He took a deep breath. I will. He wished to say, but saying it out loud felt too real. And you were right, he was a coward.

“I’m gonna properly apologize and make things right by her,” he muttered, taking a big sip from his drink. 

“You better hurry up, rockstar,” Steve taunted smugly, the weird face he pulled was making crinkles appear on Eddie’s forehead.

Eddie’s head cocked toward Steve, aggressively. “You better tell her how sorry you fucking are.”

With an all-knowing snort, Steve’s finger accusingly pointed towards something behind him. “Or someone else might swoop in.” 

“Fuck off, Harrington,” Eddie mumbled, rolling his eyes before he turned around with a huff. 

Oh, shit. 

Everyone’s gaze turned toward Steve’s accusatory finger, a slight ‘shit’ escaping from Robin’s lips which Nancy elbowed gently to shut her up. 

Eddie could barely move, his entire face feeling hot and jaw clenching involuntarily, jealousy shooting through him faster than the alcohol swimming in his system. 

Because there you stood, in front of the bar, with your head tilted sideways, a pretty grin sitting on your lips, mellow gaze looking up at the guy in front of you—dirty blonde, hair cut shorter than Eddie’s but almost as long as Steve’s, wearing the most expensive and tidy outfit Eddie had ever seen—making him feel stupid for choosing to wear those black chained jeans. 

His scowl was anything but pretty, brows furrowing in a way that made him look like a complex puzzle, eyeing the way this stranger was touching you. 

“Oh, isn’t that—” Robin spoke up, and the entire table shushed her because they also realized exactly who that was. 

James.

Your ex, not Billy, of course, the other douchebag before Billy. 

He really wasn’t much of a douchebag, a genuine, nice guy, and to make matters worse he was a total gentleman; attributes Eddie would never call a typical high school Jock. 

The relationship only ended because he went to college one too many states away, the distance getting between the two of you, but Eddie always referred to him as ‘the douchebag’ The jealous feeling sunk into his chest even then. 

Rich kid, a jock in high school, older than both of you, someone who had his life together. Everything that Eddie never was. Everything Eddie always wished to be.

But now, seeing you with him made something almost click in Eddie’s head, like he was meant for you as he suited you much better than Eddie ever would. 

He could treat you much better than Eddie would, sure Eddie had his name now, the riches he never had back in high school. But he was still just Eddie.

And he was certain James never kissed Chrissy, he’d never fuck up like Eddie did.

He watched the way your eyes lit up when he was animatedly talking, his gentle touch on your arm, the smile that curled on your lips. 

What if he asked for your number? What if he wanted to reconnect? What if you said yes? Just because Eddie had been a total fucking idiot and couldn’t see what was right in front of him? 

He tried so hard to push the idea of the two of you together back into his mind. To make sure it never left, to make sure it never manifested. 

But the way his jaw clenched and the deadly glare burning through both of you showed that he couldn’t. 

He was jealous, a type of jealousy that quickly translated into anger, one he could almost feel on his skin, hot and prickling rage stabbing into his body, agonizingly slow, making it harder for him to stay glued there and not do anything the more he eyed the hold James had on you. He was standing too close for Eddie’s liking. 

Usually, he’d let this feeling sink back into his mind, take a breather, smoke a couple of cigarettes, and then act like nothing was wrong for the rest of the night while he spent it sulking. Keep that rage caged in his chest, so he could keep his feelings contained. 

But he couldn’t do that this time, no. He wasn’t going to be stupid enough to let you slip through his fingers, not again. He was going to fight for you, he was going to show you that you belonged with him. 

No matter what Mr. Fancy Pants could offer to you, he needed to tell you how he really felt, he needed to make sure you knew. Because even if he could feel the insecurities jabbing into his brain, he always knew, deep down that there was something there between the two of you. Something always left undiscovered because both of you were cowards.

He couldn’t let that happen again, he wasn’t going to go down without a fight. 

“Oh, I get the appeal now,” Max murmured, breaking the silence between everyone, and earning a hard glare from Eddie. 

“What? He seems nice, has pretty hair, much better than Steve’s, and that outfit probably cost more than your wedding,” Max spoke bluntly, now earning more than just the hard glare of Eddie, mouth hung open Steve looked offended, Nancy and Jonathan narrowed their gaze, but Robin snickered behind her hand, almost giving Max her approval. 

“Max!” Lucas reacted before them and Max furrowed her brows, a smirk earning her way to her lips. “You’re still my number one Lucas, don’t worry,” She hummed, pinching Lucas’ cheek and ignoring Dustin’s groan.

“Dude, why would you do that?” Dustin whispered, eyeing Eddie worriedly while nudging Steve by his jacket. 

With a dramatic huff, Steve pulled his collar back, “Relax, I know what I’m doing.” 

Eddie’s fingertips absentmindedly traced the rim of the glass in front of him, his eyes never leaving the two of you when he downed the drink, slamming it back on the booth, making everyone flinch. 

“I’ll be right back,” Eddie muttered, a forced chuckle escaping his lips. 

“What are you even going to do?” Robin inquired, almost mocking.

A smirk landed on Eddie’s face. “I’m not going down without a fight, Buckley.” 

“Not this fucking time,” he hissed, almost all the brows of the gang raising at his determination.

“I’m gonna tell her how I feel, and I’m not letting another douchebag ruin this,” Eddie mumbled, and a dumb smirk was placed on everyone’s face almost too quickly.

He was going for it, and the soap opera was continuing, the gang watched in excitement.

“Was he ever really a doucheba—” Dustin’s worries were quick to die down when he threw him a deadly glare.

Without another word, he stormed off to the side of the bar. Quick, too fucking quickly that it almost gave him a whiplash. He didn’t know what had taken over him, eyes burning the back of their figures as everyone else at the table watched him with a proud look. 

But the child-like jealousy he felt within his body was uncontainable, it felt like his face was almost too hot to touch, he was desperate, quite literally. 

The tap on James’ shoulder was anything but gentle, making him turn to Eddie with his pair of brows furrowed, and Eddie’s muscles were quick to tense. 

His dark gaze only softened when he looked back at you, muscles relaxing, and creased brows returning to their normal form. 

The jealousy eased inside of him, not dissipating quite enough, but slowing with one gaze from you.

Back in the booth, with another sip from his drink, Lucas huffed, “Five bucks says they’ll confess by tonight.” 

Robin was quick to snort at him, “You’re trusting them too much, kid, Steve’s ‘little push’ might help them,” She mumbled with a roll of her eyes. “But Jesus fucking Christ, just look at her face, she’s going to go off at him. The most they’ll probably do is have another fight, get just a little bit close to talking about their feelings, and then do it all over again.”

Steve, ignoring Robin’s theories, exclaimed with a smirk. “Ten bucks that Pinky will sleep with Eddie tonight!”

“I second that,” Max said with a grin.

“Steve!” Nancy warned with a disapproving tut. 

“What?” He huffed. 

“They’re kids!”

“We’re nineteen!” Max groaned. 

“I turn twenty next month!” Dustin chimed in. 

“Still!”

“Fine, fine!” Steve sighed with a glare at Nancy, “Then ten bucks that they’ll kiss tonight!” 

“No fucking way.” Robin shook her head. 

“Nah, they’ll at least kiss tonight,” Jonathan said with crossed arms. 

“Are you guys seriously betting on our friends?” Nancy said with a furrowed brow. 

They all nodded vigorously, “Fine,” Nancy muttered. 

“Then I second Steve, ten bucks for them sle-kissing.” Nancy corrected herself, earning a wicked grin from Steve. 

“Come on!” Robin groaned, dissatisfied by Nancy’s answer. 

“I agree with Robin,” said Dustin with a shrug.

“Finally!” Robin exclaimed, hands rubbing together in victory. “Someone with common sense. There’s no way those idiots are going to do anything but fight, just watch her come back here, all fuming about how much she hates Eddie.”

They all shrugged, going back to continue watching the soap opera unravel in front of them. 

“James!” Eddie greeted with faux excitement, a grin playing on his lips, amber gaze remaining on you. With your brows creased, ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ you mouthed behind their awkward hug.

He shrugged, and his hands clutched James’ shoulder harshly, making him chuckle awkwardly. “Munson, the man of the hour!” He greeted him with a beaming smile.

He really was too nice for his own good, wasn’t he?

“I’d ask what you were up to, but it seems you’ve been doing just fine, rockstar,” James exclaimed, returning a friendly slap to Eddie on his shoulder—in a much nicer way than Eddie intended with his.

You smiled uncomfortably, your gaze still throwing daggers at Eddie, who was actively avoiding it. “I have to say that last album? Fucking Christ, had it playing over and over again for days.” He beamed again, much to both of your dismay.

That all-knowing smirk on Eddie’s face disappeared, the unexpected compliment seemed to make him uncomfortable, conflicting with the defensive walls he had put up.

“Uhh—thanks man,” he chuckled awkwardly, casting a quick, scrutinizing glance at you, catching the small smirk on your lips.

“What have you been up to?” He asked, curiously, desperate to know what the two of you were talking about, nervous to see if the two of you would do anything more than this.

The confidence in the way James held himself, his slicked hair, his fancy outfits up close, Eddie’s insecurities washed him over once again. Now with that part of his brain convincing him that the two of you would somehow end up together again.

“Oh, you know, I was just in town, got a nice job here, thought I’d stop by to see Corroded Coffin play, been seeing the posters everywhere—great marketing by the way,” He hummed, flashing Eddie a smile. 

And Eddie returned a forced one, lips pursed together in annoyance. “and then I thought I’d get a drink, but then I heard this familiar voice next to me, yelling to the guy next to her to fuck off for attempting to steal her drink, and I thought oh that’s Pinky.” Eddie couldn’t help but not keep his gaze on you, studying your features, almost gauging your reaction, trying to nitpick something to fuel his jealousy. 

“Been a long time, but I’d never miss this one’s sassy voice and that pretty face,” He mumbled with a sly smirk, making Eddie’s face scrunch and almost making him scoff out loudly. 

“Oh, stop it!” You mumbled with a smile, all flattered, and Eddie’s gaze narrowed, jealousy overtaking him again. 

“So you two are… reconnecting for the old times' sake, huh?” Eddie asked through gritted teeth and you rolled your eyes at him. 

“Eddie—”

With a smile, James turned to you, “I mean I’d love to grab a drink, are you free tomorrow?”

“Ah! I wish I could, but I need to help Nancy out with some wedding stuff.”

“How about next wee—”

“She’s busy,” Eddie interjected quickly. 

“Eddie!” You warned with your brows raised, heat rising to your cheeks, what the fuck was he doing? 

“Can I just—steal you away for a minute?” Eddie turned to you with his jealous gaze, hand gently having a hold on your arm. 

“Oh, sure, man!” 

“No!” You and James exclaimed in unison. 

James stared at the two of you with his brows furrowed, both of you breathing heavily, an intense gaze connecting the two of you. With a sigh, you followed him out of the crowd, an apologetic smile thrown toward James. 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

You scoffed, “Me? What the hell are you doing, Eddie?” You snapped, naze garrowing. 

“I’m not locking lips with James that’s for sure!”

“Jesus Christ I was not locking lips with—” You halted abruptly, the absurdity of the sentence hitting you like a wave. Taking a moment to breathe, “What are you a child?”

“Well, if pointing out the obvious means I’m a child then so fucking be it!” The words tumbled out of his mouth harshly, almost lost in the din of the bar. 

“The obvious? Do I need to remind you that you were the one who kissed Chrissy?” You accused sharply, your anger returning and cutting through Eddie’s jealousy like a knife. 

“Look, I—I’m genuinely sorry for that, Pinky, I am. I should’ve never done that, it was a mistake—” His voice strained, getting lost amidst the background clamor, their set was about to start and Eddie could careless. 

He took a step closer, but you didn’t budge. “You don’t kiss someone as a mistake, Eddie! You don’t invite them to brunch as a fucking mistake!” You snapped, tone a poignant mix of bitterness, jealousy, and an equal amount of hurt. Teary yet ablaze gaze bored into Eddie's, breaking his heart more and more. 

His shoulders sagged under the weight of your words, the realization of the irreparable damage sinking in. 

He took a step closer, a desperate attempt to bridge the emotional gap.“Will you just listen to me?” Eddie's plea hung in the air, the room seemingly shrinking as you and Eddie’s gaze connected. Your breaths mingled, heavy with unspoken words that pulsed between you. 

Only inches apart, and you couldn’t help it when your gaze drooped down to his lips, then back to his mellow eyes.

“Eddie, this is the fifth fucking time they’ve been calling you.” Gareth’s irritating voice snapped the conversation, loud enough to have you almost jump back, as you threw Gareth a daggering gaze. 

“Just fucking wait for a second,” Eddie spat, trying to dismiss him, but the moment was gone. 

And Gareth wasn’t having it. “No way, dude we go on in like five minutes,” He scoffed, momentarily dragging Eddie by his arm.  

“Fine, fine!” Eddie scowled, shaking off the hold.  

“You should uh— go.” 

“Let me explain,” He almost begged, desperate. 

But with another dismissal, you left. 

Eddie wanted to drop everything and run to you, apologize, tell you what he felt, but somehow, some way he was always managing to fuck up the things between the two of you, now. 

It was like he was fourteen again, his dad letting him know that he always managed to fuck up something good, that he was destined to the Munson name. Like he could never manage to do something right.

Wayne, Jonathan, Corroded Coffin, and Nancy all changed that belief. 

But, you? Oh, god, you made him believe that he was good, you pulled him out of that darkness, you were the first one to believe in him, you were the one who encouraged him. You made him feel like he was on the right path, always. 

And you were the one who mattered, if he didn’t have you believing that now, what else did he have? 

With a hand on his shoulder, Jeff was dragging him back, he stared at your figure leaving, and with a sigh, he headed backstage. 

-

Aurora was the fifth song they sang, and it should’ve gotten to you, the way his gaze didn’t leave yours, how vulnerable he sounded, the way he barely even made eye contact with the guitar he was supposed to be focusing on, that should’ve gotten to you. 

But it didn’t. 

Your glossy gaze and your crossed arms, as everyone else around you cheered for him, did nothing but upset you more and more. 

Everything was so confusing that you couldn’t even make sense of yourself anymore. Yes, you were mad about everything with Chrissy, but you also knew he didn’t know everything that transpired between you and her. 

Chrissy and Billy should’ve been enough for him to not want anything to do with her, yet you still believed him when he told you it was a mistake, that he would’ve never done it if he knew. And the pool… the things he said in the car. Hours ago when you went to his trailer.

Sure, he was sorry, and he said he’d prove himself to you. 

But none of you ever out loud said anything, it had always been a cowardice dance around your feelings, and you were afraid that if this dance ended, then it would be all too real. It would all be over.

A heave of breath exited your lips, attempting to drown away the worries, but they were spiked up the second the song ended and Eddie spoke up again. 

“This next song is for my friends over there, Nancy and Jonathan,” He exclaimed with a grin, finger excitedly pointing towards the two of them, it was the first time his gaze had left yours, involuntarily your head turned to your right. 

“They’re getting married this weekend, and were kind enough to let me and my dipshit friends play,” He said with a sheepish grin, and Nancy and Jonathan shyly smiled at him, waving him off in a dismissive way, 

“So this is for the soon-to-be newlywed couple, and for the special girl next to them, who’s mad at me for a lot of reasons, and she has every right to be, I was a total ass.” He earned chuckles and some cheering from the crowd, who unintentionally all faced you. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but hey, maybe this might help my case, huh?” He said with a grin, his gaze was dangerously addicting, full of promises, and you couldn’t help the way it made stupid butterflies appear in your stomach. 

It was so easy for him to get you like this, you were starting to feel pathetic. 

Speechless, and the heat quick to rise to your cheeks, you were trying to ignore the whispers and stares from the crowd, but it was basically impossible. 

The opening chords were enough to rattle your memory, the dreamy guitar riffs from Eddie sweeping in echoing the space as if it was just the two of you. 

You knew exactly which song he was playing. 

And the vocals, added with Eddie’s smooth, sultry voice were enough to have your heartbeat raising making you almost feel small, haziness overtaking your mind. 

And it only brought back one memory to your mind. 

FIVE YEARS AGO.

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.

Another job interview, another opportunity you feel like you have missed.

It hadn’t been long since the two of you had arrived in Los Angeles, yet every passing minute felt like you had been wasting away your time, you needed a job, and no one in stupid LA was hiring you. 

A groan escaped your lips when you plopped yourself onto the couch, right next to Eddie who was way too into scribbling something into a notebook. 

Wait… was he using the…? 

“Is that… the notebook?” Your eyes lit up happily. It was such a small, stupid thing. 

But for you, it was important. That notebook was important. And you never actually thought he’d care about it, but it looked like he was carrying it in his back pocket. 

“Is that a crime?” Eddie sassed.

With a scoff, you narrowed your gaze. “No, doofus! I just didn’t think you’d actually use it.” 

Almost taken aback Eddie sat up straight on the couch, knees brushing against yours now. “Are you kidding? Half of this bad boy is filled with lyrics.”

“What is the other half made of?” You asked with a dangerous grin. 

“You’d have to kill me to find out.” Eddie enunciated dramatically, tone drooping lower to mimic mystery. 

“Oh, come on!” You huffed, curiosity getting the best of you. Scooting closer to him, you pouted. “Can’t you at least give me something?” You asked, all doe-eyed, tone sticky sweet, in a way that always got to Eddie. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” He groaned, almost melting into you, “You know I’ll give you anything if you ask that sweetly.”

You grinned happily, clapping your hands together in victory once he ripped up a page and handed it to you. 

“That is the chorus of a song I’m working on,” He mumbled, eyes nervously following you, waiting to read your reaction.

She's thunderstorms

Lying on her front, up against the wall

She's thunderstorms

Your eyes blinked quickly to process everything. It had been not too long since the both of you had come to L.A., Eddie was desperately trying to send the band’s best material to any label who was willing to sign them. 

And you had just gotten out of a horrible relationship, things had not been steady enough for the two of you to ever discuss anything about your feelings, always tip-toeing around it, but too scared to ever actually delve into it. 

Yet, you could tell this was about you, something about being described as thunderstorms stuck to your mind, maybe he somehow meant it as good. But all it reminded you of was destruction. And he wasn’t wrong. 

It was like everywhere you went, something horrible followed, exactly like a dark cloud looming over, waiting to strike anyone daring to be near you. 

Your hand flew to your mouth, teeth grazing through your nails anxiously. “Who’s this thunderstorm girl?” You asked, masking your nervousness with a brittle smile. 

He snatched the notebook back, ignoring your little huff. “Someone I went to school with,” He answered cooly and then leaned further into your face with a grin. “I was drivin’ around one day, then saw this girl’s car on the side of the road, to be nice I helped fix her car but then she became totally obsessed with me.” He recalled the first time he met you, animatedly.

“Oh, is that so?” 

“Yeah, didn’t leave me alone for years.”

With a narrowed gaze, “Asshole,” you bantered.

“That’s so weird,” He hummed with a smirk “That was her favorite nickname for me,” quipped Eddie and you stuck your tongue at him childishly. 

With a slight push on his elbow, he drew closer to you. “So… what did you think?” He coaxed nervously, you could tell it was important to him, yet being this close was making your mind spin. 

“I like it,” you muttered, unable to face his beautiful features when he was so close, and your mind spinning with the fact that Eddie thought of you as destructive, too.

“That’s it? You… just like it?”

“No that’s not it, it’s just—” With a sigh you snatched back the notebook from his hands. “It’s just… isn’t this bad?” 

“What?” His brows creased together in worry, “W-which one did you not like I can change it-” You shook your head, interrupting his anxious ramble.

“No! I love all of them! But describing… uh—this girl,” Tip-toeing around it, causing Eddie to smirk. “As thunderstorms? Isn’t that bad?” 

“No, not at all. It’s a metaphor.” He shook his head, explaining gently.

“She embodies the essence of thunderstorms—unpredictable and explosive. She has the power to create chaos and destruction, and on the surface that might sound bad, yet within that destruction she sparks a new life. You know, making it so much better,” He hummed, licking his lips.  

“And she also feels like a thunderstorm, intense and electrifying, shaking up your life, in the best way possible.”

“Oh. Wow,” You mumbled, gaze turning mellow with how well he explained everything, heart melting with how he saw you, not just from the surface, like he could peel the intricate layers of your existence, appreciating every part of it. 

“Uhh, then I love that actually,” you concluded with a smile, attempting to mask the fluttering in your stomach. Did he really see you in that way? 

Did he really see you as someone worth all of this? You tried to ignore the tears prickling in your eyes, begging to pour out, but you weren’t going to ruin this moment. 

You didn’t deserve him. In the slightest. He didn’t deserve to get caught up in your bullshit. You shouldn’t have dragged him here. You were being selfish, but, god, did it feel good. 

To finally feel safe, to finally have someone take care of you, to finally have someone you could rely on. After everything, didn’t you at least deserve to be a little selfish? 

But that feeling ate away at you, even though you shook it off for the moment, it was eventually going to return. And it did. 

“You do?” His brows raised in surprise, it made you want to fuck all and just grab his cheeks and kiss him, lips plush together until the two of you couldn’t breathe. 

But you couldn’t afford that, you couldn’t afford the feelings, nor could you afford the fallout. You couldn’t lose him. 

“Mhmm,” You answered with a broken smile, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He always did.  

“She sounds special.”

“She is,” Eddie agreed, eyeing you with a worried look. “Very, very special,” He repeated, he could tell something was off. 

But it was okay, because he was here for you now, and he wasn’t going to leave. 

NOW:

Suddenly the room felt suffocating. 

Eddie’s gaze on you felt mocking.

It was stupid, he had just dedicated the song to you, yet all your mind could focus on was everything bad that had happened. Ruining everything good that happened with him. 

How were you even going to be with him if you couldn’t even handle this?  

Fear, trust issues, being afraid of not knowing how things were going to go, if you would fuck this up too, then that was it for you. No one else could compare, and you knew that. 

Maybe if you just knew that the same went for Eddie, if you just could see that the five years you spent apart had been just as hell-ish for him if not more. The constant thoughts in his mind reminded him that he could never be over you, truly. Sure, it hurt less now, but the scar was still there, scabbing the second someone mentioned you. The realization of knowing no one could ever be you etched onto his skin. 

“Hey… you okay?” Steve’s concerned voice snapped you out of your thoughts, Eddie’s voice served as a background noise while his gaze was still stuck on you. 

“Y-yeah, I just—” You faltered, face growing numb and anxiety increasing when you suddenly needed some air. 

Too much, all of it was too much. 

Eddie could almost sense it, he grew worried at your frowny brows and your tear-streaked gaze. 

“I’ll be right back,” you mumbled, body jerking back scurrying out quickly when you ignored everyone calling out for your name. 

Eddie’s vocals almost halted, missing a few notes on the guitar before Gareth was quick to snap him back to it. 

His head cocked toward your direction, desperate, nearly begging to stop the show, but all of them shook their head quickly, and once Eddie turned back to see the look on Jonathan and Nancy’s face, he realized he couldn’t do this to them. 

This was his friends' wedding, and he owed this to them. When the song ended, he was quick to mouth to the others, “After the next song, we’re taking a break.” It wasn’t a request, it was final.

And frankly, the rest of them were too tired out to even argue with a hot-headed Eddie.

“So how is your plan working, dingus?” Robin jeered at Steve.

“Shut up.”

There were a couple more people outside, all leaning against the wall, chuckling while talking over each other loudly, the smoke of their lit cigarettes quick to take over your senses. 

With a cough, you leaned further away from them, mind still unraveling what had just happened. You didn’t even know what was happening anymore. 

You wanted to smoke, hand itched to reach for the pocket of your jacket and light one to take away your stress, but you could barely breathe as it was right now. 

A light tap on your shoulder snapped you away from your thoughts. 

Who was it now? 

You huffed loudly when your head cocked back.

Fucking great. 

Chrissy.

“Oh, Jesus Christ!” You pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance, this just had to be your luck, your feet picked up quickly, hand quick to reach for the door and go back inside.

“Please, please don’t leave,” She pleaded.

Your hold on the door remained, barely glancing back at her, “Just leave me alone!” You snapped. 

“I just want to apologize, please, then I’ll leave you alone, forever.”

“Please, just five minutes.”

You shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t. 

Your hold on the door faltered, and with a deep sigh, you turned to her. “Fine.”

“Five minutes,” You warned, your patience already wearing thin.  

Her face lit up, blinking a few times to make sure she heard you correctly. “O-oh, okay, good,” She cleared her throat.

“First of all, I’m sorry, for everything, for what I said five years ago, for what I did with Billy, for using what he did to you like a fucking joke. For w-what I said about your parents.” She stammered.

“It’s too late, I know, I fucked up, I shouldn’t have done any of those things, you didn’t deserve it. You deserved a better friend, someone like you.” She almost looked at you like she was waiting for your approval, gauging your reaction, your expressionless face encouraged her to continue. 

“I was bitter, jealous. Which isn’t a fucking excuse, I know, I was just—” she took a deep breath. “You were everything I wanted to be, careless, had all the boys' attention, and you didn’t even have to try, you didn’t have to do anything, and they’d just fall at your feet. And I was stupid, bitter, and insecure enough to envy that.”

“That’s not my problem, Chrissy.” You spat out with your gaze narrowing, you couldn’t handle her pity party right now.

“And really, you wanted to be me? Chrissy I didn’t have parents, my boyfriend was a narcissistic asshole.I was broke.” You scoffed with an ironic chuckle, shaking your head in anger.

“I know, I know. It was stupid, and I was stupid, and you didn’t deserve any of that.” Sincerity. Something you haven’t seen from her in years.

“I just wanted to tell you that none of it was your fault.” Now your gaze narrowed, a chuckle rolling on your lips. 

You opened your mouth to speak, to protest. “No, I know you’re going to say you didn’t think that but I know you do. Even though you hate me, which I don’t blame you, I know you like the back of my hand, you blame yourself, you always did it. And I’m telling you shouldn’t because it was all my fault. A-and I shouldn’t have done whatever I did with Eddie, I practically took advantage of him like he did to me and then got mad at him, oh god, I’m such a fucking bitch, aren’t I?”

Your eyes blinked quickly to process all of it. Her apology didn’t mean anything, her words didn’t mean anything. But deep down, you knew she was right, even if you wouldn’t admit it. Because you spent many nights blaming yourself, for even opening up to them in the first place. 

“First of all, breathe,” you mumbled with annoyance.  

“Second of all, yes you are,” you huffed. 

“And, taking advantage? What do you mean?” 

“Some fucked up part of me wanted him because I knew you wanted him back then, a-and he was right there and he was being nice to me and—” Chrissy took a deep sigh, big blue eyes staring into you knowing that you were not going to like what she was going to say.

“I should’ve known.”

With puckered brows, you crossed your arms against your chest. “Known what?” 

“That he was still hung up on you,” she muttered.

You were quick to roll your eyes, “Chrissy—”

“No, no just listen.” But she wasn’t going to let you spiral.

“Look you were dumb enough then—” You threw her a glare, so daggeringly cold that she stopped.  

“Sorry,” she muttered before continuing, “Look, the two of you wasted a lot of time. And I know it’s funny hearing this from me because I took part in it, but I’m only saying this because he’s a nice guy, even though I don’t particularly like him right now, he’s a nice guy, and you deserve someone like him.” She enunciated, azure hues embodying such sympathy that had you taken aback.

“You loved him back then, too. I could see it, and I could see it in him, too. That’s what I always wanted, and maybe that’s why he intrigued me so much. But I knew he never got over you.” 

You could feel your heart skip a beat, it wasn’t anything new, but hearing this from her, it meant something. 

You needed to take control of your feelings, and hearing Chrissy’s words was doing nothing but fuel them more. “Chrissy stop—”

“No, Pinky! He told me! He told me it was you! It had always been you!” She exclaimed, her face growing a nice pink color as you stood frozen.

Your brain felt mushy, rest of your body felt so warm, but still that anger lingered. Why couldn’t he just tell you this? Why couldn’t he just show you?

“What?” You mumbled, brows pinched together.

“Yes!” She exclaimed, sighing at your reaction.

“Look, I just wanted to tell you this, and tell you to get your head out of your ass. I know I’m the last person you wanted to hear this from, but I had to at least make one thing right for you because I know I fucked up every other thing.”

You wanted to tell her to stay the fuck out of it, you wanted to tell her it was all because of her. That she basically ruined your life. But it wasn’t true. It wasn’t all her, it was Billy, too. It wasn’t all her, Eddie played a part in it, too. 

But you weren’t going to waste your breath, you didn’t need to blow up in her face for her to know she was wrong, she needed to let that feeling sink in. You weren’t going to forgive her, and you didn’t need to make a fuss about it to feel real. 

This was it. A closure. 

“I’m sorry, for everything. And I know that you won’t forgive me, but that’s okay. I’m sorry, but please listen to what I just said. Please don’t get in your head and try to ruin something this perfect, okay?”

A peaceful smile appeared on your lips, and you took a deep breath. “You’re right, I won’t forgive you.” You weren’t going to give her any satisfaction or approval, her words didn’t mean a thing. 

“Goodbye, Chrissy.” You mumbled. 

You could see her stammering, struggling to open her mouth, because she couldn’t say anything else, and this is what she promised, five minutes. It was over. 

You backed yourself against the wall, fingers fishing out the pack of cigarettes sitting in the pocket of your jacket. 

Without having anything else left to say, she left. And you heaved a sigh of breath, the tip of your cigarette smoldering when you lit it. 

You inhaled with eyes squeezed shut, head swirling with much to think about. But at least you were alone. Finally, some space for you to think, and to lay out a little bit of your stress with the most unhealthy outlet.  

And of course, that peace lasted for about a few minutes, just when you had finished your cigarette, squishing the remains on the nearest trashcan, Eddie appeared, lightly squeezing your arm to have your attention.

“What?” You snapped when you saw him, eyeing the way he looked taken aback. 

His hands held up in front of his chest in defeat, clearly not understanding your sudden rage. The laughter around you had died, people who were smoking outside the bar were clearly more entertained by your drama. 

With a huff, you dragged Eddie away from it all, still close to the bar but far away to not have any other distractions. 

He sighed, brows etched with worry. “Why did you leave?”

Your hand flew to your forehead, trying to calm your nerves, trying to clear your mind. “Eddie, are you kidding me?” You scoffed, arms wrapped across your chest defensively. “You can’t just drag me away from James, dedicate songs to me and—”

His forehead puckered. “Why not? They’re all about you anyway,” he said with a sly smirk. 

“Aurora, She’s Thunderstorms, Zero, Forget Her, Resolve, Fool, two fucking albums, all dedicated to you, you know that.”

“These notes? These stupid notes I’ve been carrying?” He huffed loudly, hand quick to fish inside of his back pocket, aggressively flipping through the pages. “Even if every nerve in my body were numb I’d still be able to feel her.” He turned the page toward you before flipping again. 

“I have tried to forget you but I can’t, you invade my dreams, my mind, my whole fucking life. You’re stuck in me and I don’t have the heart to get you out.” He shook his head, reciting it all like it was nothing, but you felt all of it. 

His notes making you dizzy. His words scrambling your mind like never before. 

“She’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever. That one is uh—in a song, too,” he mumbled, cheeks flushing with how passionate he was getting, and you held your breath, it’s like you were staring into his soul. 

Stark naked. Laying bare, he really was doing this. And you didn’t want him to stop, even though your mouth suggested otherwise. 

“And so much more embarrassing stuff that I don’t want to include to not ruin my chances,” he muttered with a lazy smile, and you hated that you could feel it in your skin, the flutters, stomach flipping in the best possible way. 

“All fucking about you. Because it was you, from the moment we met.”

“S—stop,” your mouth betrayed you, it was the furthest thing from the truth, and you needed to hear more. You needed the reassurance, you needed him to convince you. More than anything in the world. 

But it was all so scary, and he was so close to you that you could feel his passion integrated into your veins. 

“Why, Pinky, why should I stop? Why do we have to tip-toe around each other, huh?” He was desperate, eyes flashing with a newfound of desire for you, he wasn’t going to let it go this time.

And it scared you, him being this determined, getting so close to what you actually felt was making your skin crawl, because the way you could feel your heart thumping against your ribcage wasn’t normal. What he was making you feel wasn’t normal. “Because w—we can’t!”

“We can’t what?” He complained, a deep sigh escaping his lips. 

“W—we can’t do this, you can’t—”

He shook his head with his brows puckered. “Who are you to decide that? I want to, I so badly want to,” He spat, taking a step closer to you, face merely inches away from you. 

His gaze was dangerously inviting, those alluring amber eyes melted into yours, making your pupils dilate, breath hitching as you struggled to keep him away. “Please, Eddie, d—don’t.”

You gulped, hand raising to put a space between the two of you, but it was impossible. He was in your veins now. “Too much has happened, you with Chrissy and—” You didn’t even know what you were blabbering about, just anything to stop your feelings from getting out. 

“Chrissy was a mistake!” He retorted with a hiss. He hated that you saw Chrissy as a problem between the two of you. Yes, he fucked up, but it really was a mistake, he’d take it all back in a heartbeat if he could. 

Your gaze narrowed, that pettiness returned when you scoffed. “Which time, when you kissed her or when you brought her to brunch?”

Eddie let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head when he looked at you with a dumbfounded look. “Jesus fucking Christ…” He took a breather. “I can’t believe you’re doing that again,” he mumbled, realizing that it wasn’t going to be easy to get you out of this mindset. 

It was going to be hard, to convince you of anything, and he understood that, he had trust issues himself, but he wasn’t going to back down. This was it.

You crossed your arms against your chest, gaze avoiding him momentarily. “Doing what?” You muttered.

“You just— you get scared when things get serious, running away when it gets just even a little bit too real,” He scoffed, angling closer to you, fingers ruffling through his curls in frustration.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah! You call me a coward and fucking look at you!” He snapped, hands gesturingly pointing to you.

“Scrambling just at the thought of us being together.” He argued, some part of him feeling a bit insecure, that maybe you didn’t want this. But, no, he saw that glint in your eyes, he knew the little angry twitch on your lips. You felt the same. And all you needed was a little push. 

You breathed, mind scrambled and trying so hard to convince yourself to leave. “T—that’s not it, you—uh you just don’t get it!” You complained with a huff. 

Another step closer. One more step and his lips would be on yours, Eddie knew this, you knew this. His gaze momentarily drooped down to your lips, then back to your dilated pupils. 

“Then make me understand, let me help you, don’t fucking run, not this time.” It was a little jab, but something needed to get you to spill, he was playing all the right cards and you were getting overwhelmed.

“J—just stop!”

“Why? Fucking why? Tell me one good fucking reason as to why we shouldn’t try it, we never even gave it a chance!” He ranted, veins in his forehead popping with how much he was trying to keep it all together. And you weren’t even trying. 

“We wouldn’t work, okay?” 

He shook his head. “Not good enough,” He argued. 

“W—we’re on two different paths now, Eddie.” You didn’t have any good excuses, he was right. 

“Not good enough.” Once again, that same arguing tone. 

You huffed. “Too much time passed and—”

“Not fucking good enough!” He cursed, hands landing on your shoulder to keep you in place, and your cheeks flushed immediately, while still trying to deny it. You were pathetic.

“Stop being a fucking coward!” He seethed, eyes fiery and red. 

Why were you insisting on being so fucking stubborn? You were driving him crazy, yet it wasn’t going to stop him. 

Coward is what had you scrambling. Because you knew he was right. “Fuck you,” You spat, body jerking quickly to leave, feet picking up quickly as Eddie groaned loudly.

So. Fucking. Stubborn. 

He was quick on his feet, letting curses slip past his lips before he yanked you to him, earning a small gasp from your lips before you finally faced him. 

Gaze mellow, but just as fiery, your furrowed brows and dilated pupils only encouraging him more and more. Flutters in your stomach had never left, your skin was burning, everywhere, but specifically on the hold he had on you. 

You didn’t manage to utter anything else, you couldn’t because he had you this time. There was no running away from it, your heart was hammering so hard inside of your chest that you were sure he could hear it. 

His hold on your arm was firm but somehow gentle, letting you know that he wasn’t going to let you go.

You opened your mouth, wanting to speak, but he interrupted, his hands now firmly cupping your cheeks, squishing you with force, and you couldn’t help the contended sigh that left your parted lips. “I’m not letting you run away, not this time,” He mumbled, words sounding like silk falling from his lips, all you could do was gaze into him. He stood inches away from you, breath fanning against your face.

He licked his lips desperately, gaze drooping to your candy-glossed, needy lips. Face so close that you could feel the desperation radiating off of him. And you shared it. You managed to take a quick breath before his hand fisted your hair and his mouth crashed down to yours.

He pressed you harder against his chest, breathless, your lips molded together, a perfect fit. And he could taste the Cosmopolitan on your tongue, a tinge of alcohol mixed with your sweetness, making his head spin, a taste he realized he’d never have enough of. 

Those little thumps your heart did were now out of control, possibly pounding a million beats a second. His small stubble scratched against your chin, rough, it should’ve made you uncomfortable yet all it did was make you kiss him harder, shutting up your brain as your mouth replied to him, kissing him back with just as much force, you melted into him, melted into his hold, and you let him engulf you, fully, completely. 

Plushy lips slightly parted apart, his tongue slipped past between your teeth, your hand finding its way to his hair, feeling the curly strands between your fingers, it’s softer than you expected and your lips parted to let out a slight whine as you tugged at them.

All those years of wishing, all those years of wanting, yearning, and needing exploded into this. Kissing like your lives depended on it, chests pressed against each other, Eddie’s hand slipping to your waist, desperately tugging you closer to him as if that was even possible. 

Your heart exploded into your chest, his tongue not wavering the chance to explore yours, sucking on it, greedily, desperately. 

The background noises disappeared, the cackles of the girls, the booming music coming from inside of the bar, and the honks from the busy street. They ceased to exist and it was just you and him. Feeling each other, completely, fully. 

You knew at some point one of you had to pull away, but none of you dared to, it was just pure desire, a hunger that couldn’t be sated. 

All the years spent yearning and pining, acting like two fucking idiots. 

He wanted to breathe you, drink you in, and he wasn’t intent on letting you go. Ever.

You from five minutes ago who wanted to refuse him, refuse this was an absolute fucking idiot. Gone. You tasted like the sweetest honey and he tasted like everything you wanted and more. It’s even needier than the first kiss, more sure, it’s like a promise. 

This is it. Both of you can feel it. This finally changes everything. 

final authors note — uhhhh so yeah... if yall wanna talk about that my asks r open LMAO.

[vermilionsun]

*Crashes in* Hi there! This is probably the first time I’ve requested something in literal years! But I’m wondering if you can do relationship headcanons with the reader/mc (gn too please 🙏🏼) dating both Kuras and Vere🤭. It can be both sfw and/or nsfw, whatever you like! I just really wanna see what possible messiness that comes of this.

Also thanks for the follow, and glad you enjoyed my lil fics!!🙏🏼☺️🩵🩵🩵

Ahoy! Thank you sm for the req!! Of course, gn! reader + it's extra messy, hehehe

Note 1: There's NSFW under the very obvious line and the the big red letters that read "NSFW" Note 2: The edit of the middle pic is by @todayis-snowy <3

ⁿᵒᵗᵉ ²﹕ ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵒ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵈⁱᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐⁱᵈᵈˡᵉ ᵖⁱᶜ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵛᵉʳᵉ ﹠ ᵏᵘʳᵃˢ, ⁱᶠ ᵃⁿʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷˢ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ᵐᵉ ˢᵒ ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵖʳᵒᵖᵉʳˡʸ ᵃˢᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒʷⁿᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ᵖᵉʳᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵘˢᵉ ⁱᵗ/ʳᵉᵐᵒᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ. ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ✌

➢ You’d most likely be caught in the middle (in… more than one ways), trying to maintain balance.

➢ It's like willingly stepping into a minefield and expecting not to get blown up. A recipe for disaster, cooked and baked at why-did-you-think-it-was-a-good-idea degrees. A thunderstorm of past emotions brewing beneath the surface for centuries, ready to unleash its wrath at any moment. You don't mix fire and ice, especially when they come in the form of two ex-lovers who still hold a spark for each other as well as a history of clashing violently.

➢ Both are unapologetic about everything they do

➢ They constantly push each other's buttons. It's like a deadly game of tug-of-war, with neither willing to give an inch. Trying to navigate a relationship with both of them feels like walking on eggshells, never knowing when one wrong move will set off a chain reaction.

➢ Their… love is a force to be reckoned with, a force that could either consume them whole or set them free. But one thing is for certain: it's something that cannot be ignored, no matter how destructive it may be.

➢ That said, spare yourself the trouble and stay out of their way if you can. Unless you want to get caught in the crossfire. And hell, maybe even get burned. But at the end of the day, why the fuck would you not want to involve yourself in their toxic relationship drama?

➢ e̶s̶p̶e̶c̶i̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ i̶f̶ y̶o̶u̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ b̶o̶r̶n̶ c̶u̶r̶s̶e̶d̶, w̶i̶t̶h̶ h̶a̶n̶d̶s̶ y̶o̶u̶ k̶e̶e̶p̶ b̶a̶n̶d̶a̶g̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ h̶i̶d̶e̶ a̶ d̶e̶a̶d̶l̶y̶ s̶e̶c̶r̶e̶t̶:̶ a̶ b̶r̶u̶s̶h̶ o̶f̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ f̶i̶n̶g̶e̶r̶s̶ t̶w̶i̶s̶t̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶ m̶i̶n̶d̶s̶ o̶f̶ a̶n̶y̶ h̶u̶m̶a̶n̶ y̶o̶u̶ t̶o̶u̶c̶h̶. J̶u̶s̶t̶ h̶o̶w̶ f̶a̶r̶—

➢ Those aside, they’d actually be pretty loving towards you.

➢ Kuras is the type to shower you with attention in a rather subtle, detached way. Vere, on the other hand, is the type to show his love through grand gestures and extravagant gifts.

➢ Kuras would be a rather protective partner, and would be wary of Vere due to how antagonistic he is towards both him and you.

➢ Both Kuras and Vere are pretty stubborn, so the arguments are nothing less than legendary.

➢ They could go on for hours, with Kuras using his sharp tongue and quick wit to cut down Vere's fiery temper.

➢ They'd argue over the weirdest things—food choices ( and who's the worst cook), who said what in the heat of the moment—the list goes on, really.

➢ Kuras probably has a few secret places where he goes for some alone-time to cool off,come back after an hour or two and pretend like nothing happened, while Vere would probably still want to continue the argument.

➢ Jealous jealous JEALOUS. 

➢ Knowing Kuras' slightly-more-than-necessary possessive nature, Vere'd definitely go out of his way to make him more jealous.

➢ Anything to make him see red.

➢ Openly flirting, teasing or touching you in front of Kuras, showering you with affection just when Kuras has stepped out of the room or go out of his way to spend time with you, deliberately excluding Kuras from the hangouts. He'd be constantly hovering around you and if Kuras does get a chance to be alone with you, Vere just barges into the room and starts acting particularly familiar and affectionate with you.

➢ Kuras'd be careful to keep his cool—despite seething inside—looking at you two with a smile that's too tight to be completely genuine, eyes narrow and jaw clenched. He’d make sure to shower you with extra attention once Vere’s gone.

➢ He knows Vere's doing everything just to rile him up and he's probably making mental lists of ways to k̶i̶l̶l̶ get back at Vere in the future.

➢ He'd probably get very cold and dismissive with Vere—at least, for as long as he could hold out. Kuras is not very good with self-restraint when he's mad.

➢ Kuras is secretly very clingy in a subtle sort of way. He'd probably try and find ways to physically get closer to you more often—sitting next to you, finding excuses to fix your clothes, and standing closer to you than is strictly necessary. He wouldn't be above sulking if you’re not paying him enough attention, either.

➢ Vere would be a lot more affectionate than Kuras, and definitely shameless when it comes to flaunting his interest in you. He'd find every opportunity to touch you—casually draping an arm over your shoulder or hip, holding your hand, pulling you close to his side—anything to make it clear that he's staking his claim on you. He'd also have a habit of stealing kisses whenever you least expect it.

➢ Kuras'd grumble about it being “impolite” and make a show of how upset it makes him, but in truth, he'd get really, really jealous and he doesn’t know of who.

➢ Truth be told, Kuras might come off as cold and distant sometimes, especially in front of others, but you would quickly learn he's just not used to the whole "relationship" thing. Vere, on the other hand, would be much more open. He'd be more willing to flirt and openly call you any pet name under the sun, no matter how cheesy or embarrassing it may sound.

➢ Watch the shock and horror on the two bitter ex’s faces when Vere calls Kuras with a pet name out of habit, only for Kuras to respond with an equally affectionate nickname in return before they both pause, realizing what they have just done.

➢ Kuras is taken aback at first and coughs away the surprise, but a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he looks at Vere with a newfound warmth in his eyes. Vere, on the other hand, tries to cover up his own shock with a nonchalant shrug and a playful smirk, but his face betrays the tumult of emotions swirling within him.

➢ It will take a while for things start to get better; there would probably be a fair amount of petty back-and-forths before either one ends up actually admitting that they're being an ass, and then they'd be stuck in an awkward limbo where they are technically not fighting, but tneither one knows how to approach the other without starting another disagreement.

➢ They’d still fight and squabble like a married couple on the regular, but they'd also have quiet moments where they tolerate the other's presence, or dare I even say, get along.

➢ *g̶a̶s̶p̶s̶ e̶c̶h̶o̶ f̶r̶o̶m̶ t̶h̶e̶ a̶u̶d̶i̶e̶n̶c̶e̶*

➢ In that case, their banter becomes more lighthearted and their interactions more genuine as they slowly let down their guard around each other. The tension that once hung heavy in the air begins to dissipate, replaced by a growing sense of comfortability and re-building trust.

➢ As time goes on, they end up having fewer and fewer fights a̶n̶d̶ t̶h̶e̶ p̶r̶o̶b̶a̶b̶i̶l̶i̶t̶y̶ t̶o̶ k̶i̶l̶l̶ e̶a̶c̶h̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ g̶o̶e̶s̶ d̶o̶w̶n̶ b̶y̶ a̶ s̶i̶g̶n̶i̶f̶i̶c̶a̶n̶t̶ a̶m̶o̶u̶n̶t̶ though the two of them being as argumentative as they are, there is no way they'd never have a disagreement again—

NSFW

➢ Positions depend on who’s calling the shots… and, my friend, that is a great question.

➢ Vere tends to prefer being on top—and he's not above teasing and provoking you just to see how far he can push you, who is sandwiched in the middle—while Kuras usually ends up on bottom simply because he gets stubborn and doesn't want to give in to Vere's provocativeness.

➢ Kuras would be the more gentle one—he wouldn't rush or be too rough with you, preferring to take things slow and savor the moment, show his affection with every caress, every touch, every kiss…

➢ He’d probably prefer to have you facing him, he'd want to see your expressions; the way your eyes flutter closed when he touches you, the way your lips part when he kisses you etc etc and he’ll most definitely find a way to hold your hands, ‘cause he’s such a romantic at heart and a giant simp.

➢ Vere would be as shameless as possible. His touch would be more demanding and rough, his kisses more urgent and intense.

➢ It'll be no surprise if he ends up having you pinned underneath him with hands on your wrists more than once.

➢ Vere would want to take you from behind; pull you close to him, his arm snaking around your waist to keep you flush against his body, effectively controlling the pace. He'd like to have you straddling his hips so he can hold you in all the right spots and make you shudder and squirm.

➢ A lot more vocal than Kuras—probably a dirty talker, whispering sweet words and praises in your ears, his gaze locking with Kuras' as he explores every inch of your body with his hands and lips, relishing in watching the effect his words have on both of you.

➢ When it comes to the aftercare, both Vere and Kuras are clingy in their own ways.

➢ Vere would pull you into an embrace, tucking your head under his chin as he makes sure to nuzzle you as obnoxiously as possible just to get a rise out of Kuras.

➢ Kuras, on the other hand, would be a bit more subdued, gently wrapping you in his arms, his expression thoughtful and possessive as he pulls you closer to his chest; as if he's worried someone's going to take you away from him.

➢ Vere’s definitely ready for another round shortly after, but thankfully for you, Kuras stops him.

[luckyfinch]

i’m bored and need to start the year off strong so

Sonic characters headcanons!!! maybe i will update sometimes…

Sonic

ADHD, also has an anxiety disorder

either overthinking or not thinking at all, always

dyslexic… he gives me the vibe

TRANSGENDER. this hedgehog is TRANS. he is a trans boy. i will never falter upon this hill

i like the hc that when first meeting Tails, Tails assumed he was a boy, and Sonic goes “yknow what hell yeah” and becomes Sonic right then and there

would be a Marvel fan i know it in my heart

forced to watch Twilight by Amy. Team Alice truther, the two argue about it very heatedly

he can prepare an egg 25 different ways beautifully, but otherwise is ass at cooking

NEVER let this boy bake

saw Shadow take a handful of plain coffee beans from the bag once and eat it, never looked at Shadow the same

“oh i never mentioned them? well yeah i’m a triplet. guess it never came up!” -> cue everyone flabbergasted

Shadow

AUTISTIC.

Demiromantic, Asexual

this guy has PTSD i will never accept him not having PTSD

also i don’t care if Shadow eating coffee beans is canon or not it’s canon IN MY HEART!!!!!!

his favorite disney princess is Merida from Brave

i imagine him liking sweets but not liking anyone to know. gotta keep up his mysteriousness. also he’s a little embarrassed

Rouge buys him the candies he likes occasionally cause he would never get them for himself

Sonic tries to show him roblox just one time. Shadow destroys his computer and ignores Sonic for a month after losing DTI, and Sonic never tries to get him on a game again

Sonic tries to pass on the Twilight trauma and makes him watch the saga. Team “move back in with her Mother.”

^ Shadow and Sonic get into a physical fight over it

^ Shadow wins

sometimes he babysits Cream for Vanilla

spreads rumors about Tails to literally ANYONE. the most random people, who have never seen or heard of him. he makes shit up just to do it

claustrophobic

Warrior Cats reader, i imagine him liking Yellowfang

Tails

forced to do does Sonic’s taxes wholly of his own volition

snacks on coffee beans while he works after seeing Shadow doing it; begins to prefer it over coffee

major insomniac, Sonic sometimes has to force him to go to bed when he spends too long hyperfixated on a project

big fan of Indiana Jones

he plays all the Lego games, and MUST 100% everything

has a youtube channel for his outrageously complex Lego builds which has a surprising amount of subscribers

^ Sonic only finds out about the channel after accidentally opening Tails’ mail and seeing his Gold Playbutton award

^ “oh yeah i forgot to tell u about that i guess!” “….HOW DID YOU FORGET?”

hates Shadow. the beef is insane. they cannot be left in a room together without fighting

homophobic but only in context of sonadow. if sonadow was to exist Tails would HATE IT SO BAD.

^ Shadow would grab Sonic’s hand or something while making eye contact with Tails just to piss him off

during thunderstorms, Sonic lets Tails sleep in his room. they watch movies until Tails can fall asleep.

owns Rarity (my little pony) merch

has an extensive rock collection which is his pride and joy. Sonic always brings him back cool rocks when he travels around

Amy

lifts in her free time. girl is jacked

uses :< :> :,C X3 when texting

loves vampire media, big Twilight fan. Team Edward, and she’ll die on that hill

loves baking!!! (Sonic isn’t allowed in her kitchen)

colorblind

she LOOVES Dress To Impress. bought herself VIP, forces Sonic to play it with her (he acts annoyed but he plays it on his own time too)

Knuckles

PTSD

aroace vibes

hates being alone

likes drawing, but ends up getting frustrated and breaking the crayons/pencils by accident

the coolest mf around ON GOD!!!

has the worst present wrapping skills ever seen. everyone knows exactly which gift is his during white elephants

turns out to be a surprisingly good cook, annoying Sonic to no end

eats toothpaste

[stayevildarling]

Hey there I just wanted to request a Mina x reader where Mina figures out that reader it really scared of thunderstorms and how she would go about conforming reader. I’ve always been really afraid of them and there’s been a ton of them in my area recently. Please feel free to ignore this if you’re busy. Thank you so much :)

Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Safe and Sound

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long 🫶🏻 this request is literally perfect, thank you so much for sending it.

warnings: mention of thunder storms, anxiety, mild panic attack, bit of angst, fluff

word count: 4.5k

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@lunaticwhittaker, @billiebeanhoward, @lanawinters-ily, @kenzbro, @minaslittleone, @httpfiftyshadesofgay, @whitelotus00, @ninaahs, @vintagepaulson, @isle-of-earle, @paulsonsratched, @stepintomyworld, @grilledcheeseandguavajelly, @lucyintheskywithxanax, @fanfics4world, @mymiraclewitch, @hazard-to-myself, @awritersometime, @ohrwurm26, @wastdstime

The clock on the wall in Wilhemina's office had ticked past midnight a little while ago, however the deadlines loomed over her shoulders, demanding her full attention. The ambient is warm, the glow from her desk lamp illuminating her office further, over her open laptop and the scattered papers on her desk. The office around her was deadly quiet, as everyone had left hours ago, including her idiot bosses who have been piling new projects and tasks on her already busy shoulders the entire week. However, her meticulous nature didn't allow any room for any details or deadlines to go missed.

Outside, the weather had taken a turn within seconds, thunder rumbled in the distance, a low growl that quickly grew louder. The redhead glances up from her screen, her eyes narrowing as she notices the first flicker of lighting through the tall windows of her office. She could tell a storm was approaching, and with it, a sense of urgency gnaws at her focus. She straightens her spine, her back aching from the long hours at the office. A particularly bright flash of lighting lights up the room, followed almost immediately by a loud crack of thunder. For a moment her concentration wavers, as she finally glances at the time, realising she had stayed much longer than intended and unfortunately much longer than she had promised you. Guilt instantly gnaws at her insides, as she glances at her phone, realising the missed text from you two hours ago. ,,Hi Mina, when are you coming home?'' it reads and her eyes close for a moment, feeling terrible for how much she had been away this week.

Her fingers hover over the keyboard again, the screen in front of her filled with data and notes that needed her approval. The redhead finishes the sentence she had been typing before the thunder got her attention, before saving her work. She knows she couldn't call it a day yet with the projects piling up, however she also knew that she had to get back to work within the next five hours, knowing the lack of sleep was going to catch up with her eventually. And the Wilhemina from several months ago, would have easily stayed in the office until the next day, always having a set of clean clothes stacked somewhere, but since meeting you, she had learnt that she needed to take breaks and look after herself.

However, as she closes her computer, reaching for her things before heading into the parking garage, her main focus was you and how you had probably waited with dinner for her, how she had sent you another text explaining it would be a long one. How you would either sit on the sofa with a book, trying hard to keep your eyes open or how you would have fallen asleep in her armchair, snuggling up to one of her knitted blankets. As the redhead begins her drive towards home, her thoughts are filled with you and whether she was doing this any justice. Wilhemina had never been one to commit and it took her a long time to agree to this, to enter a relationship with you, despite her heart undeniably fluttering and beating for and because of you.

She had doubted though, whether she could do this any justice with her demanding career and despite you equally working and caring about your own career, the two of you had very different working hours, you often finishing hours before the redhead and leaving much later most of the days. It worked fine in the beginning, Wilhemina often making sure to take Wednesday afternoons off as they were also yours and you would spent the day together. She would always take the weekends off and if her bosses called, she would remind them of her already illegal amount of over-hours. But lately she had been slipping, getting so used to having you in her home and her life that she slipped right back into her old habits and routines.

Her thoughts are interrupted as she finally pushes the front door open, and as she steps inside, she finds the usual scene in the kitchen and dining room. The apartment was neat and tidy, blankets and pillows neatly folded on the sofa, the clean washing piled neatly in a basket. A meal was waiting for her on the dining table, as well as some water and her nighttime medication and she knew if she was to step in the bathroom, there would be her pyjamas waiting for her as you always did in order to prepare for her arrival. Opening the fridge, to put the food inside as she didn't feel hungry anymore considering the time, she finds a lunchbox ready for the following day with a note. As she picks up the note, her heart breaks a little reading the words ,,Have a good day, remember to take care of yourself- love Y/N''.

Her heart breaks a little in her chest for how thoughtful you are and if it wasn't for the thunderstorm and lighting rippling through the apartment, the storm quite literally having followed her home, she would have probably stared at the note for an eternity, another reminder that she truly didn't deserve you and all of your kindness. Her eyebrows furrow with concern as she realises you aren't in your usual spot and she worries then, never once having found you in bed before when she returned, many times this being after midnight or even later than today. Before stepping into the bathroom, to wash away the worries and stress from work, she peaks her head inside the bedroom, finding no sign of you either and this is when the concern settles on her features, causing for her grip on her cane to tighten.

She checks the bathroom and her office, and after finding no sign of you either, she steps into the bedroom once again, turning on the lights, only to see your shape underneath the blanket. A sigh escapes her lips with relief before she disappears into the bathroom for a moment, quickly finishing before joining you in bed. As she lifts the covers, she finds you asleep already, however to her surprise you are wearing some headphones and with a smile and gentle hands, she slips them off you, setting them aside on your night table next to your phone. After settling into the space next to you, she finds herself relaxing a little, despite her back pain getting the better of her, another reminder she really needed to take it easier with work. After getting into a comfortable position, her arm wraps around you before she closes her eyes, eventually after some more thinking, sleep finally catching up with the hard working woman.

It's about 4am when you wake next, having eventually fallen asleep the night prior, only due to your headphones drawing away the noises from thunder and the blanket over your head shutting out lightening. A loud bang ripples through your bedroom and as your eyes shoot open, you realise that the storm was either back or had never left in the first place. With shaky hands you reach for your phone, quickly opening the weather app and checking the prognosis, only to realise the entire week was pretty much filled with rain and storms and your heart beats a little faster as you had always hated thunderstorms, ever since being a child. Despite Wilhemina's arm still wrapped around you, you feel uneasy, glad to have her beside you but also knowing she was due to get up within the next hour and leave you again and as this was your day off, it only seems to make the whole thing worse.

For a while you debate whether to get up and make Wilhemina some breakfast, despite her never eating breakfast at home as it was too early but you desperately wanting to see her and spend some time with her, having missed her this week due to her busy schedule. However, the fear keeps you in bed, almost clutching onto your girlfriend as you watch over her sleeping form. And despite the soft snores escaping her and watching her chest rise and fall slowly, seeing her asleep being the most adorable thing, you still can't seem to relax, let alone find some more asleep as the storm keeps terrorising you, each bright lighting causing for you to flinch, each thunder causing for your heart rate to increase. You had debated whether to wake your Mina, tell her about your fear but at the same time you knew how busy she had been lately and you felt like you couldn't bother her with something silly as this, especially given the burden she lived with each day and her own troubles on her tired shoulders.

It's about an hour later when Wilhemina's alarm begins blaring through the bedroom and despite the gentle tone of the ringing that she had chosen, never putting the volume all the way up as she never wanted to wake you, she feels you shivering and shaking beside her. ,,Little one?'' she whispers, her voice still hoarse form sleep as she turns to you. Despite your eyes being closed as you had drifted back to sleep a while ago, the storm still has left you shivering and shaking even in your sleep. The redhead brushes it off as a nightmare, after turning her alarm off, quickly finding you relaxing and before she rises from bed, she presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before whispering ,,I love you little one''. Before the redhead leaves home, after collecting her things, including the lunch box you had made for her, she checks on you one more time, finding you asleep safe and sound before leaving for work, wishing for nothing more than to stay with you a little longer and hold you close as she had missed you.

It's about lunchtime when the sound of your phone startles you. So far you hadn't moved, despite knowing you had things to do, should have a shower, needing to do some errands but the fear of the storm had paralysed you, causing you to not want to move and go out there where it would be so much louder, so much scarier than hidden underneath the blankets. As you reach for your phone, still hidden underneath the covers of safety, you glance at the screen, finding both your girlfriends name and photo due to an incoming call. You quickly answer it, as Wilhemina wasn't one to usually call unannounced but then again you hadn't looked at your phone all day either, unaware that she had texted you a couple of times throughout her busy day already. ,,Hi Mina'' you say, trying to muster up your best self and hide your voice still hoarse from a mixture of fear and sleep. ,,Hello little one'' she speaks softly before asking ,,Are you alright?'' and you could hear the concern in her voice through the speaker.

,,Fine Mina'' you lie, not wanting to add anything to her busy plate. ,,What have you been up to today? I texted you'' she explains and you feel bad immediately before seeing the texts of her trying to check in with you hours ago. ,,Just doing some errands'' you lie, not wanting her to know that you hadn't done much other than waste away today while she had probably moved mountains at work already. ,,Are you stopping by the pharmacy by chance?'' she asks and you could hear that she was tense from the sound of her voice. ,,I can yeah, is something wrong?'' you ask, concern instantly filling your features. ,,Fine darling, I just have a prescription that needs picking up and I'm not sure if I can make it today'' she announces with a sigh and instantly your heart sinks as you knew this meant she wouldn't be home early again tonight. ,,Sure Mina, no problem'' you announce before you hear her work phone beginning to ring. ,,I'm sorry little one, I gotta go'' she announces with a sigh and you mumble a quick ,,I love you Mina'' before ending the call.

Despite everything, you manage to get yourself dressed and showered, reaching for your things before leaving the house. At first everything worked fine, you managed to pick up your girlfriends medication, along with some ingredients for dinner. It's not until you walk out of the store when the storm begins emerging again, causing you to get caught in the midst of rain and the loud roaring from the approaching storm. With shaky legs you run towards the car, quickly abandoning all your things in the trunk before getting inside, your chest rising and falling quickly as panic begins to settle inside your chest and bones. You hated this, especially driving in storms and for a moment you debate whether to simply stay in the parking lot, waiting for the storm to pass. However, as you check your old friend the weather app again you quickly realise you'd have to stay in your car for days and after a while you begin driving, blasting the music loudly to draw out the noises from outside, before eventually making it home safe and sound, other than getting soaked a little.

Wilhemina had been determined to finish her deadlines and projects today in order to return home with you at an appropriate time. She had felt bad and guilty for how long she had worked this week and wanting nothing more than to actual have a conversation with you other than quick phone call and some messages. And so after working hard throughout the day, she had managed to finish everything that her bosses had piled up on her, planning to surprise you as she never usually would be home anywhere before dinner time. However, as she had returned half an hour ago she couldn't find you or the car and it had confused her as she thought you had already finished the errands as the call was a few hours ago. Concern gnawed at her insides, which quickly vanished when the front door opened. Almost excitedly she walks towards the hallway, her cane echoing, matching the storm outside as she lays eyes upon you.

In your state you had failed to notice her car in the driveway or her coat neatly on the rack in the hallway. All you can do as soon as you step inside, is lean against the front door, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, glad to be home but still shaken by the fear of this never ending storm. Wilhemina watches before approaching a little closer, frowning as she sees your wet state. ,,Poor darling, did you get caught in the storm?'' she speaks softly and you jump upon hearing her words, dropping the bags as your eyes shoot open, not having in the least expected her home by now. ,,Mina'' you breathe out and she chuckles a little seeing you so jumpy. ,,Sorry little one, didn't mean to scare you'' she coos, before approaching and pressing a kiss to your cheek. ,,You're soaked'' she remarks, quickly taking the bags and abandoning them on the kitchen island.

,,Why are you home?'' you ask confused before taking your shoes and coat off. ,,I-I missed you'' she states as she begins unpacking the bags. ,,I missed you too'' you admit shily before she smiles warmly at you. ,,Go and dry yourself off darling'' she instructs as she glances at your soaked state again. ,,But I need to-'' you begin to protest but your girlfriend is having none of that. ,,I've got it little one'' she reassures, knowing you were going to protest about unpacking the bags and wanting to prepare dinner. And so you do as you are told, abandoning your wet clothing in the washing before stepping into the shower quickly, drying your hair afterwards and getting into some pyjamas as you had no intention of stepping outside again today. As you return, you find that Wilhemina had already unpacked all the groceries, dinner simmering on the stove and a warm cup of tea waiting for you as she sits by the kitchen table, reading her usual newspaper. The sight causes your heart to swell as you had missed your Mina so much and feeling so grateful that she had finished early for you today.

,,Better?'' she asks softly as she sees you so comfortable in clean clothes and dried off now. ,,Yes thank you'' you admit, almost a little shy before taking a seat beside her. Wrapping your hands around the warm mug, you soak in the warmth, listening to Wilhemina tell you about work a little, the projects she had managed to finish and how she was sure her bosses would swamp her with more tomorrow for taking the afternoon off. ,,Thank you for the sweet note and lunch by the way'' she thanks you and again you find yourself blushing and shily glancing at your girlfriend. ,,Are you hungry little one, dinner should be ready any minute?'' she asks and you nod, after you had forgotten to eat all day. ,,Let me'' you offer, feeling bad that she took care of it as usually you would do these things for her. She allows it, as you grab two plates, setting it on the table neatly, before getting some water for the two of you.

With practiced ease you serve the two of you and set the plates neatly on the table. Before sitting down, you realise that you had forgotten to get cutlery and so you quickly walk over to the draws. Your heart seems to stop as another loud thunder ripples through the apartment, causing you to drop the cutlery in fear. Wilhemina's head snaps towards you, watching you stand frozen for a moment. ,,Oh dear, you're quite jumpy today'' she remarks before you snap out of it and pick it up, wiping it before returning to the table. You try to begin eating, focus on the meal before Wilhemina watches you a little closer, her eyebrows knitted. ,,Are you okay little one?'' she asks, her voice tinged with concern and you quickly nod, trying to muster up your best smile.

As the meal progresses, Wilhemina keeps a close eye on you and she can't help but notice how fidgety you are, your leg bounding up and down underneath the table, a habit she hated and one you never usually show. How you barely touch your food and mostly push it from one side of your plate to the other, how you seem both anxious and lost in your thoughts. ,,Little one?'' she tries softly but she doesn't get a response as you stare into nothingness, the sound of thunder still grumbling in the distance, the lightening having passed by now. It concerns her further as she doesn't get a response and so she tries again, a little firmer this time ,,Y/N''. This time she manages to shake you from your thoughts, causing your whole body to tense as your scared eyes meet her concerned brown ones. ,,Whatever is the matter little one?'' she asks, the concern now evident in her voice, as well as a tone of impatience as she didn't like you keeping things from her, she didn't like watching you suffer and not being able to help.

,,Sorry'' you quickly apologise, trying to focus on your meal and focus on the presence of your girlfriend. ,,What were you saying?'' you ask, pretending like the last five minutes of you blanking out didn't happen. Wilhemina accepts it, brushing it off for now as you clearly didn't want this adressed, before continuing the conversation from before, you actually concentrating this time and engaging with her, almost forgetting about the storm in the distance. After dinner, Wilhemina watches carefully as you clean the dishes, you having insisted on doing them, and after stepping out of the bath and walking back into the living room, she seems to figure it out. The way that you jumped yet again but this time in connection to the storm outside. Suddenly it all makes sense, you hiding underneath the covers the night prior, how jumpy you had been, how scared you had seemed. And for a moment her heart shatters, realising how many storms there had been in your area this week and how she mostly wasn't there for any of it.

Your girlfriend feels the urge to simply hold you close to her chest, to tell you that it's okay but something holds her back. Wilhemina was many things but definitely not one to simply approach you and talk to you about this. After cleaning the dishes, you smile at her, excusing yourself to the bathroom for a moment and the redhead uses this as her chance, quickly fetching some things before sitting down on the sofa. As you return, you find the apartment mostly dark, the only light source the soft glow from the lamp in the corner, as well as a candle on the sofa table. As you step into the room further, you find a tub of ice cream and two spoons, Wilhemina sitting on the sofa, one of her knitted blankets in the space next to her where you usually sit, your favourite movie on tv paused and ready to be turned on whenever you returned.

As you glance at Wilhemina, her eyes are filled with compassion and kindness and your eyebrows furrow in confusion, not understanding what you had done to deserve any of this. ,,Mina?'' you ask in confusion before she remains silent, simply patting the space next to her. ,,Come here'' she instructs and you walk over before she wraps you into the blanket. ,,Why didn't you tell me?'' she asks, her voice turning a little serious with her statement. Your gaze averts hers, thinking about her question and feeling bad for the state you had been in and that it must have been so bad that she had noticed. Insecurity fills you as the whole thing was ridiculous in a way and your girlfriend can tell. Her finger gently travels to your chin, turning it slightly so your eyes meet hers. ,,Tell me little one'' she encourages and you sigh before speaking.

,,I- I don't know'' you sigh, unsure how to find the right words. ,,Because it's stupid'' you mumble into yourself but your girlfriend is having none of that. ,,Hey it's not stupid'' she tells you and you can't help but scoff, the ever serious Wilhemina Venable telling you that your irrational fear of thunderstorms isn't stupid. ,,I mean it'' she tells you truthfully and then suddenly your eyes swell with tears at her kindness. The redhead frowns, seeing you so vulnerable ,,What's wrong little one?'' she asks, her features filled with concern as her hand softly wipes your tears. ,,I'm sorry, I just have always hated thunderstorms'' you admit as she listens intently. And then it kinda bursts out of you as you tell her about your fears as a child, that you had struggled to sleep this week, that you feel bad and didn't tell her because of everything she continues to do and how fearlessly she walks through life. At the later statement she can't help but chuckle sarcastically before she speaks ,,Little one'' she begins, encouraging you to meet her eyes again.

,,Just because I seem tough doesn't mean I'm not scared of things'' she admits and you knew when meeting Wilhemina at the start she would have never admitted anything like this as her walls had been up high before meeting you and remained that way with anyone but you as she trusted you fully. ,,Wait-'' you speak ,,Are you scared of storms too?'' you ask and she can't help but smirk. ,,Yes a little darling but we all have our fears'' she tells you and you can't help but notice the seriousness in her tone and the honesty in her eyes and that she means every single word. ,,And it's okay, it's not stupid or silly'' she tells you and you can't help but shush the voices in your head telling you the opposite. ,,Now come here, I have missed holding you this week'' she tells you before pulling you into her arms as you rest your head gently on her chest. The room fills with silence as your girlfriend holds you in her arms and you find yourself relaxing, the noises from outside drawing out as you listen to her steady heartbeat. ,,Thank you Mina'' you mumble into her chest. She smiles warmly at you ,,Anytime my sweet girl'' she tells you.

After a moment she looks at you before speaking again ,,Now how would you feel about some ice cream and we watch your favourite?'' and you can't help but feel excited about her offer. ,,Yeah'' you mumble shily before she reaches for the remote, starting to play your favourite movie. ,,I found a tub of your favourite'' she smiles warmly before passing you a spoon and gently leading it to your mouth. And in that moment, watching tv with your Mina and her gently feeding you with ice cream, causing you to giggle as she pretends the spoon to be an airplane, you for the first time ignore the lighting and thunder still raging outside as all you can focus on is her beautiful features, her wide smile and how your heart beats just for her, your stomach now filled with both ice cream and butterflies.

,,Little one?'' the redhead asks a few hours later, after the two of you had now long finished the movie and tub of ice cream, as you lay gently and safely in her arms. ,,Hm?'' you hum a little, feeling so comfortable and relaxed in her embrace. ,,I want you to tell me next time'' she speaks softly, despite her statement leaving no room for any arguing. ,,If something is bothering you, if something scares you, you tell me'' and you glance up to meet her brown eyes only to see the seriousness in them. ,,Okay'' you mumble, almost feeling a little shy again. ,,I want to be there for you, just like you are always there for me'' she whispers into your forehead as she presses another kiss to it. All you do is nod into her, wrapping your arms closer around her before mumbling ,,I love you'' against her body. She smiles into you ,,I love you too little one''. And despite the storm outside, you feel safe and sound in the arms of your lover and you know with your Mina by your side, you maybe wouldn't feel as scared in the future, especially not with her right by your side and in your arms.

[lmksimp]

Could I request headcannons with Macaque and Sun Wukong (seperately) with a fem! s/o who suffers from migraines and often will ignore them especially when doing things with others even to the point of extreme pain and/or nausea. How quick do they notice and what do they do both when it's just the two of them or when with the whole group?

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯, 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: 𝘚𝘩𝘦 / 𝘏𝘦𝘳

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝘔𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘦 , 𝘚𝘶𝘯 𝘞𝘶𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘨

𝐀/𝐍: As some1 who has migraines at the most random times and completely ignores it, I want to run away and bury myself alive.💞

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ᏞϴᎪᎠᏆΝᏀ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝑀𝐴𝐶𝐴𝑄𝑈𝐸 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

— Both of you suffer the same problems, he doesn't know what the hell he should do with his migraines but at least he tries 😐❓

— He has good knowledge about dealing with a migraine despite not doing it too himself, the pain is so unbearable that he forgets everything, gah

— the way he would get migraines would probably be due to very loud noises(thunderstorms, blaring music, etc) and he might as well rip his ears off.

— the first time he sees you getting a migraine, he immediately pulls you in his embrace and try to help you through it.

— he doesn't like it when he sees you not dealing with it, he knows how much it'll hurt. So he'll always force you to stop(gently...?)

— he's always massaging your temples to the point you fall asleep on him, he doesn't mind and probably sleeps with you or keep a close eye on you.

— whenever you go out he is always in your shadow, keeping a close eye and making sure you won't ignore your migraine while doing things.

— if you ever get one and ignore it he is jumping out of your shadow and ignore the questioning stares, he'll hug you from behind and remind you. It startles you so much to the point you have to watch your every corner now

— Since he keeps a watchful eye, he knows if you're experiencing it or not. He takes quick notice, he doesn't help himself but he helps you and that works fine for him.

— now whenever he's around you'll have less nausea and tons of cuddles :]

— The day ends with both of you cuddling, he would be kissing your forehead time to time. His tail wrapped protectively around you

༺ღ༒ ׅ𝑆𝑈𝑁 𝑊𝑈𝐾𝑂𝑁𝐺  ༒ღ༻

— he freaks out, really does.

— He of course experienced his own pain from the journey he had like a tons of centuries ago, so he probably gained some type of trauma

— Wukong doesn't really know how to help or deal with Migraines since his doesn't linger, I think, someone gelp

— If he ever sees you having one he is jumping you, in a gentle way in his saying.

— of course he would be rubbing your temples and talks you through it, he almost flinches when he hears you wince.

— like Macaque the little massaging can make you fall asleep and he himself will as well. He'll also feel relieved that you slept

— whenever you decide to go out and absolutely forget that you get Migraines every once in a while, he is following you. Usually his bird form

— he hates it when you ignore the migraine, as much as it is annoying af it's better to not ignore it. The nausea will hit you hard, like a truck.

— so when you do ignore it he is literally going to fly and land on your shoulder, you get startled and wonder how the fu-

— So every now and then he reminds you and you get scared the shit to the point you stop forgetting and deal with your migraine, Wukong thinks he did well.

— Just like Macaque, he knows when you get a Migraine and when you ignore the pain. Sometimes he doesn't notice, sometimes he does and you usually have to remind him as well.

— he will be asking you 24/7 if you are having a migraine and if you're ignoring it, it's like he's interrogating you sometimes. He just loves you dearly

— So because of that, you get less nausea. More migraines because of him but less because of him :)

— everyday ends with you and wukong and the monkeys in a cuddle pile, every monkey is clinging on to you and also tries to help as Wukong kisses your temple.

[dr-futbol-blog]

Epiphany, Pt. 17

And so we join Sheppard in the warm afterglow of really good sex -- is what we might say if the purpose of this whole scene was not to demonstrate the opposite. Usually, when two people are falling in love and enter a sexual relationship, they cannot get enough of each other physically, emotionally, mentally.* This desire for closeness, for going at it "like bunnies," the inability to keep hands off of each other is all chemically induced and reinforced. It is meant to glue the newly forming couple together, to facilitate pair-bonding and make two individuals become a unit, a couple. We see this take place across cultures, even across species. When couples first start copulating, sometimes they can stay in bed for days, unable and unwilling to disentangle from each other even to have sustenance.

All of that is obviously not what has taken place between Sheppard and Teer. When we find them partaking in what is possibly communal breakfast the next day, Sheppard is not "all over" Teer. He is not seeking physical contact with her but by his placement at the table, whether he had sat down before or after her, seems to be putting distance between them instead. This is emphasized by the yellow rosettes seen at the start of the scene, being handed to Teer, yellow roses symbolizing friendship. Essentially, Teer is being friendzoned by Sheppard.

Sheppard: Haven't any of you seen thunderstorms? Avrid: The Sanctuary provides rain for the orchards. Sheppard: I'm talking about thunder and lightning. Giant bolts of electricity shooting down from the sky. Hedda: Sounds scary!

While he says "any of you," Sheppard seems to be having a conversation with Avrid, who is seated directly across from him. Hedda is seated by his side, also excitedly listening in on the discussion where a man dressed in red that we saw real close with the bearded gentleman earlier is seated by his other site (and the bearded man sits across from him, the two of them engaged in conversation). There does not seem to be any girl-boy-girl-boy logic to the seating arrangements, and if I had to venture a guess, Avrid had seated himself first, Sheppard had then parked himself across from him and Hedda had rushed in to secure a place by his side leaving only a place diagonally across from Sheppard for Teer. I have also mentioned the script in Western popular culture of the man bringing breakfast in bed for the woman following good sex (which is meant to advertise the man's potency as a provider), which is not what we see here. And we might think nothing of it had it not been for Sheppard's express wish that it were Avrid that brought him breakfast instead of Teer earlier. And so Sheppard having a conversation with the brother of the woman he seems to be ignoring could be construed as rude, especially if the sex was recent.

What Sheppard is saying is likewise interesting. We saw McKay having already entered the sanctuary in the previous scene and it seems as though this discussion coincides with McKay trying to figure out the day-night cycle and the artificial climate of the time dilation field. He even prefaces his comment with "You know, I was just thinking," as though to emphasize the fact that McKay and Sheppard are, once more, thinking about the exact same thing at the same goddamn time. And this kind of seems like a weird, out of the blue topic for Sheppard to be talking about with people who have never seen a storm in their lives given that what we learn here is that there has not been anything resembling a storm the whole time he has been here -- or ever. Where did he even get the thought? Which one of them originated the thought -- McKay or Sheppard?

Now, this seems like the kind of thing that McKay might well be thinking about, he would be interested in. But let us also recall that they had been literally struck by lightning ("Struck, was I, not yet by lightning...") when they had fallen in love, which is something that Sheppard may have been thinking about and remembering the previous night.

If Sheppard can think of giant bolts of electricity shooting down from the sky again in his life without thinking about this moment, it would be a real miracle. And if Sheppard has been thinking about this, as something must have made him recollect this moment (and we saw him starting to go through the goodies in his bag before Teer had told him to sit, indicating that he had wanted to spend some time going through the objects and remembering the people back home, the people who he cares about and who care about him), it seems as though his mind had grasped onto one of his core memories of McKay, one of the most important moments in his life; this man doing actual magic to save not only his life but the entire city that had become his home.

This is why McKay's shirt had been much, much more important to Sheppard than Teer's whole naked self; and we have got to raise the question here of whether he kept the shirt on or he took it off, whether she had allowed him to keep it on or had him take it off. Because whether he was wearing that shirt or not, McKay was indubitably there with them, in the bed or on the floor or where ever it had taken place. Try as she might, Teer would have been wholly unable to exorcise the ghost of Rodney McKay.

Sheppard: Well, it is scary, but it's also very cool. It's OK to be scared, it's part of life. You know, when I was a kid, we used to have storms that shook the house. Scared me half to death. Teer: When we are ascended, we will experience such things.

Now, sharing personal details about oneself is a sign of attraction and Sheppard has never precisely been Mr Overshare, he has always been stingy about telling anyone too much about himself. And here he is not only revealing something about his childhood, he is actually admitting that he was afraid of something, which is even more rare because he will seldom admit such things even to himself. The thing is -- he is so obviously not talking to her here. He is talking to Avrid, and even answering Hedda's question was just a sidetrack in his conversation with the man across from him. And Avrid too seems to be engaged in the conversation, smiling and leaning toward him. Sheppard seems to be avoiding looking at Teer, merely glancing at her briefly only to quickly look away. What ever had happened between them, he can barely look her in the eyes and it is not because he is being a bashful recently deflowered virgin here. He is uncomfortable and it is rather obvious that she is the source of his discomfort. And do note that he is still -- yes, still -- wearing McKay's goddamn t-shirt.

Assuming that what Sheppard is telling Hedda here is the truth and not just him trying to encourage her, what he says is also interesting. If these thunder storm that had shook the house had scared him half to death, it implies that he had been alone, that there had been no one there to comfort him during these times, to tell him that it was nothing to be scared of. Alone in a big house during a thunder storm would be frightening to a child, and may in part have contributed to those obvious abandonment issues of his. Given that it seems as though his brother had a different mother and their age difference not being that vast, Sheppard's mother seems to have passed away when he was fairly young and experiences like being left alone in a house during a thunder storm would contribute to a fundamental feeling of insecurity. Sheppard and McKay seem to have had very different childhoods, horrifying in different ways, but they seem to have come out of them with strikingly compatible sets of trauma.

Sheppard: Hell, if you're ascended, you can make thunderstorms! I'm talking about actually experiencing life. Avrid: We contemplate on the experience that is life each day. Sheppard: I'm talking about living it.

This is the coup de grâce. Sheppard's comment to Teer is not just dismissive but has such a bitter edge to it. We see her smile vanish, her eyes taking on that injured look again. What Sheppard is referring to here is Chaya - Athar - her ability to lash out at the wraith in a burst of lightning using the power of her mind. And what he is telling both them and us is that he does not care about that. He is not impressed. He would choose living a human life any day of the week. And this is such a dick thing to say to a woman you just had sex with; if we go by the mainstream interpretation of them just being two ships meeting in the night, he is being a huge asshole toward a woman whose only crime is that she is in love with him. Like Sheppard is being some dudebro, a love them and leave them kind of guy, who just wanted to bang her and now that he has had her, he wants to move on to his next conquest and wishes she would stop being so clingy (basically what took place in the Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode "The Harsh Light of Day": she hooks up with a guy who was just looking for casual sex who then turns into an asshole when she gets clingy; it is cliché behaviour for college age guys looking for some notches to put on their belts, not grown-ass men).

Only, that is not even a little bit what had happened or why he is behaving like this. Him making the reference to Chaya here, the woman who basically had him under mind-control, tells us that he feels coerced by her, he feels like she took advantage of him in his vulnerable state. He feels used, and probably does not even admit to himself that he might have been violated. What ever he is feeling, it is obvious that it isn't good. He did not have a transformative, wonderful experience of making love with a beautiful, wonderful woman. This is not a man who has had that experience recently. No matter how you twist it, that is not what you get out of his behaviour here.

But at the same time, this tells us that his time with Chaya had taught him something. Meeting Chaya had made him do some soul-searching and he had arrived at the hard-earned life-lesson that he is now attempting to impart to these people. Life is better lived than contemplated. Life can be painful, frightening, disgusting, petty, horrifying, lonely, uncertain, frustrating and a thousand other thing, but he would still choose all of that over what these people have spent their entire lives attempting to achieve because that is what true emptiness seems like to him. Nirvana is the cessation of wanting but in loving and in making love he has received so much that he would not exchange the experiences he has had for anything. And these experiences, they were not had with this woman.

Sheppard: Haven't any of you got things you wanna do as flesh and blood human beings first? I mean, you-you talk about moving on to a plane of existence beyond your own mortality, but you haven't even really lived! Teer: Our lives are full.

Sheppard feels sorry for these people, he feels bad for them for never having experienced the kinds of things he has been able to experience, and the least of the things he has experienced in his life have not happened in the past years that changed not only his life but his entire view of the cosmos entirely. He has gained so much since McKay had told him to think about "where we are in the solar system" on the Antarctic base, and most of it he has been able to experience with the man that he loves truly and deeply and in ways that he would not exchange for a chance at ascension if he had the opportunity presented to him on a silver platter (as it soon will), if he got to make the choice a thousand times over.

Sheppard got to share in the essence of an ascended Ancient, he knows what that feels like. It feels like nothing at all because the person that he got to experience it with was the loneliest being he has ever met. He does not want that, that is what hell sounds like to him. Also, telling someone you have just had sex with "you haven't even really lived" is not exactly a stellar Yelp review for their skills in the bedroom. Teer is, understandably, getting defensive.

Sheppard: Well, I've spent a long time with you folks, and I don't think "full" means what you think it means. Avrid: To ascend, one must meditate. Sheppard: You're not meditating, you're hiding. Avrid: From what? Sheppard: You know the answer to that.

Sheppard is getting kind of personal here, using tough love to try to get through to these people. He is passing judgement on their way of life. The way he looks at Teer as he says "full" here makes it sound like the sex with her had not just been forgettable, it had been offensively bad. It is as though he is saying that he does not just regret it because she is the wrong person but because due to lack of experience, she just had no idea what she was even doing. He is being so harsh toward her here that you almost start feeling sorry for her. This is not what the aftermath of having sex with the love of your life should be like. She had been waiting for him her entire life, she had fantasized about him since she was a little girl and we can only guess that this part had not featured in her fantasies. It is difficult to imagine a man that had enjoyed the sex less than Sheppard is here right now, and it is ironic that this is one of the episodes that make some people interpret him as some kind of a space mack who gets all the girls. He does not seem to want "all the girls" any more than McKay does.

Also, with regards to that possible subtext of Sheppard having once been in love with the brother of the woman who would become his ex-wife, what he tells Avrid here, how bitter he sounds, there is definitely some personal history being rehashed here. All through his stay in this place, Sheppard had been wanting to get closer to this man and he would not let him, and Sheppard seems to think it had been out of fear, that the man had been afraid of his own feelings for him, and Sheppard knows a thing or two about what that life is like. It is possible he had been in love with a man that could not overcome his own internalized homophobia in his youth, and while homophobia as such probably does not even exist in this society, fear of their own feelings certainly does. All of them are repressing and trying to escape the thing that they fear. Getting rejected by someone due to their self-loathing has the unfortunate side-effect of them spilling that loathing also on the person attempting to get closer to them, and this is some hard-earned wisdom that Sheppard is attempting to impart on them, on him. What is obvious here is that Sheppard had wanted to get closer to this man and had been unable.

Teer: He means the Beast. Sheppard: Yes, I do. Now I don't know how any of you expect me to feel like I belong here, but every time that thing comes around, I'm out there alone. Teer: You're not alone.

Here, the mainstream audience is given reprieve, they are given the opportunity of interpreting this exchange here in a heteronormative context instead of what it was so obviously building toward. Teer offers up an explanation: he means the beast, as though she knows Sheppard so much better than her brother now that they have had sex that he is able to explain his meaning to Avrid, who seems uncomprehending. Avrid does not speak, he merely looks on at Sheppard, and he does not seem to buy Teer's explanation of what he meant here. And Sheppard's "Yes, I do" sounds like he was giving Avrid an out, not having meant to hash this out in front of the whole village and his little sister or niece at his side, to boot. It is none of his business anyway. So they might as well talk about the beast because that is also a thing that is still pissing him off. Note also that Sheppard full on admits that he has been feeling lonely here, and Avrid pulling away has certainly contributed to that.

And then, Teer's disposition, which had been getting steadily more somber as this discussion had progressed, suddenly seems devastated.

Sheppard: I know, you were out there too. Teer: No, I mean, your friends have come. They number five. They've come for you. Sheppard: They have? Are-are you sure? That's the best news I've-- Teer: No, John. I sense something more. The Beast is nearly upon them.

To add absolute insult to injury, as Sheppard thinks that Teer is saying that he is not alone because she is there for him, he is dismissive of her. And not just a little dismissive, he gives her the whole "men are talking now" dismissive hand flick while briefly looking at her as though to tell a child they have done well in the most condescending way possible. In Harmony (S04E14), Sheppard tells McKay that people often dislike in others what they dislike in themselves, and Sheppard certainly has the capacity to be more than a little condescending. For the life of me I cannot understand how anyone can come out of this episode thinking that Sheppard had enjoyed himself having sex with a beautiful Ancient. If anything, this scene confirms that when Sheppard is telling McKay about the woman who had taught him to meditate being "...very attractive," he is either not talking about her at all, or his comment was more about how he was feeling toward McKay right in that moment than it was about him reminiscing about his time here. Because damn.

And the absolute cherry on the sundae is how, as she tells him that his people have finally come for him, this man who has supposedly just had sex with a beautiful woman that thinks of him as "the one," who has loved him her entire life, who basically thinks he is a Disney Prince combined with Space Jesus, not only tells her that this is the best news he has heard the whole time he has been with them. Sheppard gets up and is willing to drop everything all at once right this goddamn minute to get back to them without sparing her or her people another thought. He is basically already on his way when she tells him that he needs to hurry. They are in danger. And why the beast comprising of the fears of the people sitting with Sheppard here should go after the people who have not contributed anything into its creation and among whom is the bravest man Sheppard knows (and the others are pretty brave, as well), is an interesting question. One that Sheppard has no time to ponder because as soon as he realizes they are in danger, he is off running like he has never run before.

Continued in Pt. 18

-* Sheppard and McKay seem to have started their physical relationship between The Defiant One (S01E12) and Hot Zone (S01E13), and the show had to put up an actual literal quarantine to keep the two of them from getting to each other during this time. They spent most of the season trying to keep them at different locations because they were on such an obvious collision course. Even now, almost exactly a year later, we see Sheppard more turned on by McKay holding a rod with a camera tied to it than this woman kissing him.

[stillxnunpxidintern]

One Piece X Labyrinth!!!

No asked for it but I had that thought literally as I was going sleep and knew I needed to write my little thought about it.

A nice little blended MiShanks family and Luffy is youngest at 2/3 and Ace and Sabo are the eldest at 18. Zoro is 5/6 and Perona is 11/12ish

Ace is late getting home after spending the afternoon with him at the park and forget that Mihawk and Shanks are having a date night and he's the one looking after Luffy what he's annoyed about.

Sabo away for the weekend, both Perona and Zoro are having sleepover at other people's houses. Zoro at having one with Kuina and Tashigi, their cousins, at Kunia home. While Perona is having one with Nojiko at Bell-mère.

Ace is complaining that it's not fair he's the one having to look after Lu, he didn't ask for another brother.

Once Mihawk and Shanks have left, Luffy being the ball of energy he is, is annoying Ace even more while trying to get the young boy to go to bed.

Whe he does he realises that Luffy has taken one his more prized/sentimental soft toy, one from Rouge, from his room and loses the rest of his patience and goes onto the Luffy and sees he awake with the soft toy smiling like he did nothing wrong and Ace tells Luffy 'He wishes that the goblin king would take you away right now' which cause Lu to cry and Ace feeling a little sorry comforts him a little before taking his soft toy back, holding it close.

Then there a loud bang from the thunderstorm and Luffy starts crying but Ace ignores him till the lights flickers and it goes silent.

Concerned by the sudden silence Ace goes to check on Luffy to find that he is not bed and noises are coming from all around the room until the window doors brust open and an owl flys in, so Ace covers his face to protect himself from claws and wings.

Soon standing in front of him, is a tall blonde on black outfit.

Marco is the Goblin King, cause birds, plus him in all the outfits, especially the tight one kind of glorious to think about. Him singing "Magic Dance" is hilarious especially doing it with Luffy.

Marco then takes Luffy, as Ace had wished him way but Ace tries to bargains, that he didn't mean it but Marco tells him a wish a wish and says if he wants his little brother then he'll have to run/defeat the labyrinth to get him which Ace accepts to do.

Ace runs the labyrinth complaining that times that it wasn't fair, but he does met people that are willing to help him defeat Marco.

The weird fire bird things, they still creep me out in mid-30, are either Blackbeard pirates or maybe Doffy crew.

Thatch or Deuce Mask is Hoggles, I can't decide who works better for that role. Little Oars Jr as Ludo, Vista as Sir Didymus and Ambrosia is still a dog.

The ballroom scene has Ace on a suit version of the dress, with big puffy shoulder pads and sleeves, Marco watching him as Ace is looking around trying to find his out of the ballroom and until Marco starts dancing with him, trying to seduce him, until the clock starts chiming making Ace starts to panic as he loses time.

When Ace breaks out of the illusion after eating the poisoned/enchanted food that he was given, he knows that there isn't much time left and makes his way to the centre of the labyrinth.

Luffy while in the care of the goblins, somehow manages to do the Luffy Effect on them with his big bright smile.

When Ace finally confronts Marco, he offers Ace all he could ever want and all he has to is love, fear and obey him, to which Ace says You have no power over me and get Luffy back.

When they are back in their home, Ace goes to check on Luffy and finds him asleep, so Ace just tucks him back in and gives him the soft toy back to cuddle with.

Then Ace goes back to his room and sees Thatch or Deuce Mask, Vista, Oars Jr and goblins in his mirror saying he always need his friends and they have a party.

Marco is outside in bird form watching.

[hugsandchaos]

Arthadow concept/AU???

I made this last summer and realized I never shared it. So here you go! While I work on the oneshot! And the rest of my WIPs, which I think is… 3? I’m bouncing between fandoms like a dang ping pong ball machine, so please forgive me for my all-over-the-place-ness.

Anyways, after Little Shadow was launched in the escape pod, his emotions got really out of control and started affecting his chaos abilities. When it all burst out of him, Little Shadow was transported back to Arthur’s time. More specifically, when Arthur was a kid as well. He just sat and cried as the pod crash landed somewhere in a forest just outside of Camelot. After the crash was over, Little Shadow curled up into a ball and cried himself to sleep.

He remained there for days, ignoring the hunger biting at his stomach and relying on the chaos energy to sustain himself, until he finally went outside and started to explore. More days passed and Little Shadow had learned, much to his horror, that he wasn’t on Earth. At least, not that he knew of. Last time he learned, Camelot was a kingdom from centuries ago, and magic wasn’t real. There was chaos energy, but not magic. Little Shadow also took one look at the knights and instantly feared that they’d be just like the G.U.N. soldiers. He didn’t know why they were after him, but he’d heard Gerald saying that he was scared they’d experiment on him or use him as a weapon.

Little Shadow became something of a petty thief, but could you blame him? He was starving! Besides, they’d literally left the food behind, and it was only about 8 times! He always returned to the crash site. The pod may not be in its best shape, but that and the stars were the closest thing the young hybrid had to home now. Every night, he’d look up at the stars and cry. He was supposed to see them with Maria. They’d spent so much time excitedly waiting for the time they’d look up at the stars from Earth, and now, he’d give anything to return to them.

One day, Young Arthur finally managed to sneak out of the kingdom unnoticed and made a dash into the forest. He just had to investigate that fallen object from weeks ago! The knights hadn’t decided whether or not to go yet for whatever reason, and Young Arthur had grown tired of waiting for the news.

He approached the crash site with great curiosity and some caution, but mostly excitement. He looked at the wreckage in awe and confusion. Metal and glass? What kind of strange object had come down from the endless cosmos above? Was it made by unknown divine beings? Young Arthur soon noticed that the cylindrical structure was hollow near the ground. He got down on his hands and knees, something he’d most likely never do if he wasn’t alone, and looked inside.

He came face to face with Young Shadow.

•Shadow has a near irrational fear of thunder and other loud noises, especially sudden ones (Arthur started to cover his ears with his hands if things got loud or if he knew things were about to get loud. At some point, Shadow started going straight to Arthur during thunderstorms for comfort.)

•Arthur is terrified of being submerged in water, so when he has to attend swimming lessons, Shadow tries to be as close as he can be (Shadow is an amazing swimmer as it’s one of his favorite activities, and he once tried teaching Arthur how to float on his back, which worked. When he first saw Arthur fall into the pool and heard him scream, he bolted into the water and got him out as fast as he could. Arthur still hates and fears having to swim, but Shadow being in there with him helps.)

•Most look at Shadow’s obvious, not-so-hedgehog-like features with disgust or fear, but Arthur is fascinated by them (He has so many questions and is one of the few people allowed to touch Shadow’s tail. Shadow also stays still to let Arthur look at his second row of teeth and forked tongue.)

•Shadow is grieving the incident and tends to cry a lot, and Arthur has no idea why because he hardly ever speaks, also thanks to the incident (The last time anyone tried telling Shadow to shut up and that it’s not a big deal because they didn’t know why he suddenly started crying nearly got really hurt when Shadow screamed and lunged at them. They got away with a few cuts on their arm from where Shadow grabbed them and dug his claws in, but they wouldn’t have been able to get away at all if Shadow hadn’t been pulled off. Shadow disappeared for two weeks after that.)

•Arthur is absolutely in love with him and doesn’t realize it yet, but everyone else besides Shadow sees it (The knights made a bet on when he’ll realize it and when he’ll confess.)

That’s all I’ve got 😐

[lynnuvo]

VALORANT Females as Cats

Characters: Skye, Reyna, Viper, Sage

SKYE

You took Skye in after she washed up on your porch after a thunderstorm. Well, not literally. She was just barely shielding herself under the roof of your porch. After a surprisingly calm bath, you called a friend for advice. Said friend showed up at your doorstep with a bag of cat food that would last two days and helped you create a makeshift bed. The next day, you both brought Skye to the vet and, after further investigation of Skye's state, you decided you wanted a life companion.

friendly with other animals on the get-go; if those animals show aggression, Skye will stop interacting with them and remain wary for a loooonnngggg while

is always eager to eat whatever you give her. this is especially heartwarming if you struggle financially

sleeps a lot, does her absolute best to nap on your bed. when you're away from home, she does a ton of this

accepts physical affection of almost any kind

occasionally knocks things over and stays in place while you clean it up. looks like she feels guilty and does

if an intruder were to barge in, she'd attack them without a doubt. who does this person think they are to make you scream that loud?

doesn't like to be forced into something. don't force cute Christmas clothes on her please. they're itchy and stuffy and she will fight her way out of them

REYNA

After observing all the cats in a pet store, you settled on Reyna because she seemed the most interested in you. The paper attached to her display window revealed she had been given up due to her previous family being unable to care for her. It was unfortunate the paper hadn't detailed anything further. It would have been really helpful once you finally brought her home. Right as you opened her cage once at home, she sprinted out and settled in a spot for a bit, taking in her surroundings before moving to explore more of the house.

she comes out of nowhere while you're setting up her bed and attacks you. you managed to escape with minimal scratches, but you were so caught off-guard you retreated into your room until you got the courage to come out again. she's watches from under the dining table while you continue

wear long sleeve shirts and pants for the first month or so. Reyna is wary and will take a while to warm up to you. after that, you can tell she's more comfortable when she approaches you while you're filling her food bowl

gets progressively aggressive if you're rougher with your physical affection. don't push it too far

knocks stuff over sometimes and walks away while you clean it unless you're scolding her. she might look like she doesn't care but it happens less as time passes

lays on her desk while you're on your computer. if she's feeling extra comfy, she'll either fall asleep or hop in your lap to do so

stays away from other cats at first before pouncing on them if they try to investigate her too closely. this applies to humans too, so you warn others before they enter your house. she watches but keeps a distance

you're initially terrified when she hops on the bed to sleep with you, but it washes away once several peaceful nights pass

she'll run away if you let her outside and will get lost

nuzzles your ankle right as you're about to leave the house, as if tempting you to stay

VIPER

Your family adopted Viper when she was a wee baby. Lucky for you, they let you keep her once you moved out of the house! They claimed she wouldn't be the same without you. You're unsure how much of that is true since she got along with all of your family members; they must have felt bad for how sad you were talking about missing your baby. For whatever reason, you're grateful for the opportunity.

roams around the house with seemingly no particular goal

quite concentrated while she grooms herself, so it's recommended not to interrupt her sessions or else she'll be in a foul mood (demonstrated by her ignorance towards you)

remains calm when you leave the house and is calm when you return. she will approach and follow you around for the first few minutes you're back, though

throws a hissy fit when it's time to bathe. trim her nails before running the water, and don't do it in the bathroom or she'll get the hint

purrs when you pet her head but doesn't like it when you're rough

sleeps in warm places like the spot on the floor where the sun hits or in a bundle of your clothes. once, you stepped on her and she got the zoomies

pops at the most unexpected moments and stares at you. there's been multiple instances where you woke up to use the bathroom and her eyes made you think she was a monster

SAGE

Sage, unlike the cats you've encountered in the past on random occasions, approaches when you beckon her towards you. She licks you out of curiosity and ends up following you around. You're on your way home and don't know how to get her off your trail. She has no signs of ownership but listens well, so you guess she wandered away from her home. You keep her with you and watch for hints someone could be looking for a cat with her features, but two months pass without a clue. You finally decide to adopt her.

walks you to the door until you leave the house, watches you leave through a window, and when she hears your cat pull into the driveway, she waits near the door

it's almost as if she has a motherly sense that tells her something is wrong. when you're ill, she spends more time by your side and licks you more often, as if she's trying to clean up your "mess"

snuggles up to you a lot but settles on physical affection only at your lap if you're working at the desk. in fact, she never hops on your desk

sleeps at the opposite end of the bed; if you snuggle with her to bed, you still wake up to her there

signals her desire for food or water by waiting by her bowls

loves her toys and chews on them a lot

is kind and curious about other animals. pokes them a couple times out of curiosity and tails them sometimes. if those animals are violent, however, Sage isn't shy about hissing--a warning for an attack waiting to happen. you're usually there before the matter escalates that far, luckily

proudly wears the cute outfits you put on her

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

for the character ask game :3

Zed Necrodopolis and questions 2, 6, 10, 11, 12, 25, and 26 (sorry for picking so many questions, I just want to hear your opinions on Zed)

don't apologize !! i LOVE answering these <33 ask game here

2. favorite canon thing about this character?

probably that he's so affectionate with addie and that he's just so in love with her and also that fact that he's canonically aware that he's hot heheh

6. what's something you have in common with this character?

being born in october....KIDDING (we do have that in common though) but seriously, we both feel threatened when someone surpasses us which is not an amazing thing to have in common...but our humor is kinda the same so we have that going for us

10. could you be best friends with this character?

eh i'd love to but probably not, i'm very quiet when i'm getting to know people and he's very....not. also i can't afford to have another giant as a friend /hj. if we could get past the awkward stage, it could possibly work

11. would you date this character?

absolutely!!! he's literally the absolute sweetest with addie and is willing to do whatever it takes to make her happy and safe so i assume he'd do the same with anyone he dated. and he can control his zombie-ing out so there's very little chance of me getting hurt. let's ignore that i was just complaining about our height difference

12. what's a headcanon you have for this character?

i already got a whole bunch but i guess a new one would be that he used to 'protect' zoey from thunderstorms when they were younger, ya know, hold her, shield her from the noise, distract her with games or stories, that kinda stuff

25. what was your first impression of this character? how about now?

literally my only thought (that i can remember) after first watching the movie was that he was cute...i had a very big crush on milo after the movie first came out (and i still do). but now, while i definitely still think that, i also think that he's kinda me-coded but if i was extroverted and didn't have nearly crippling social anxiety

26. what's something the character has done that you can't get over? be it something funny, bad, good, serious, whatever?

probably the whole swiping the moonstone necklace thing. it annoyed me then and it annoys me now. z2 zed is not my favorite person

[siena-sevenwits]

Liveblogging Rossini’s Cinderella

13. "Allegrissimamente," 14. “Signore, Una Parola”

Link to the music here and here (the first one is just the recitative - the real awesome song is the second one.)

Dandini, still pretending to be his master the prince, invites Don Magnifico and the stepsisters to come to the ball in his own carriage, which is waiting outside. Everyone begins making their way out, except for Cenerentola, who begs her stepfather to be allowed to come to the ball for just one hour. Overhearing, the real Prince grabs Dandini by the sleeve, and the two conceal themselves to listen. The baron cruelly rebuffs Cenerentola. When he threatens to beat her, the eavesdroppers step out of the shadows to stop him. Don Magnifico bid them pay no mind - she's only an ignorant servant. The Prince, remembering his conversation with her in the kitchen where she explained she was the baron's stepdaughter, asks if she truly is a servant, but the baron doubles down. "The lowest of the low!" Dandini tried to calm the situation down with his "princely presence," but everyone's bursting into chaos by this point. Just then, a greybearded figure arrives, carrying a big old book which must be the census or something, because he proclaims in a resounding bass that it says here that the baron has three daughters, and the third has every right to attend the ball as well. (This venerable figure is Alidoro, the Prince's tutor, but he may look sliiightly familiar to the audience. He looks an awful lot like that ragged pilgrim who came to the house earlier.) Magnifico agrees that, yes, there were three daughters, but the youngest... died. "That's not what it says here." "That's not my problem!" And Cenerentola: "No - she didn't die! She's - " Magnifico: "Shut up! If you so much as breathe, I'll kill you." (Yeah, that doesn't sound suspicious at all...) And then everyone sings a classic Rossini chaos song, and it's wonderful. At first everyone is just standing there singing a waltz which is literally about how everyone is just standing there staring, (starts at 6:27 of the second link above.) and then they all turn into a perfect thunderstorm of everyone demanding what they want respectively. And it crescendos like crazy (Rossini's nickname was "Monsieur Crescendo") and gets faster and faster, and it's so very Rossini I could die.

This glorious [#sextet] is one of my favourite pieces in the whole show. I can't even tell you how much I love it. The music is so engaging, varied, and expressive of emotion, and it gets better the further you listen.

Cenerentola brings so much hope to her initial plea to go to the ball - it's almost playful. Maybe she really thinks she has a chance, or maybe she's trying to play it off like this isn't a big deal for her stepfather to agree to.

Magnifico's sarcastic. "He! He! He! He!" cracks me up. You can hear every exclamation point. He also calls the fake prince "Serenissima," which makes my little Goblin Emperor-loving heart happy.

I absolutely love when Rossini writes arguments in a major key, with everyone singing something different over top of one another. They are just so fun.

Ooh - Cecilia as Cenerentola is doing some vocal embellishments I haven't heard from her before in this role - climbing up into her higher range to beautiful effect.

I love how furious the Prince gets during this number.

Dandini's trying to be helpful, but also a little too obsessed with playing the part of a stuck up prince. Even his attempts to defend Cenerentola are along the lines of "Everyone calm down! I am a elegant prince and deserve obeisance!"

The counterpoint during the waltz, of the deep voices singing an almost clock-like beat while the high voices since this flowing, almost lilting thing... I love it so much.

I don't even know what to say other, than to go moment by moment and say I love this song. But that would take too long.

Our dvd didn't even try to subtitle what everyone was saying in the last part, as they're all saying too much. However, it did translate the prince as singing, "This is making me so angry!" And I always sing that in English when I hear this song and it gets to his part.

I am not sure I can forgive this Prince for not being Raul Gimenez. I am a creature of habit and nostalgia.

[memory-is-treachery]

I’m a woman of science first and a mystic second lol I wouldn’t want it any other way… spirituality to me should be secondary most of the time but I have my own personal eclectic practice and religion that belongs to no one but me. No one knows about my whole journey, but sometimes I share some things…

I’ve only told 2 people some of the details of what happened to me in the summer of 2020 and we’re not in each other’s lives anymore, one of them is my old favorite therapist. Trying to find the words to accurately describe the bodily sensations alone in the English language, - perhaps in any human language I presume.. - it felt formidable, comprising, horrifying, profound & overwhelming, indecent.. transcendent…

idk there’s a whole bunch of words I could throw at it but it was generally unfathomable and I’m not satisfied with the language I have to explain it, feeling all of that at the same time synergized it all, so there’s no one word to describe it. It all happened so fast actually. and YES, it happened in Mexico lol.

So like - experiencing something like that I truly think there’s no medical or biological or anatomical explanation for that. But for me it did not heal my trauma and I never had that expectation, even in the days after. This was just 4 days after I encountered the Moth of [Redacted] lol there was something in the soil during that trip!

And there’s my “llorona story” that happed in this crazy span of a week - really I’m sure that Mexican thunderstorms are very different and can produce sounds like a woman crying especially through open windows and the unique acoustics of a house. I’m also positive the heat of a lightning striking coupled with the reverberation of thunder produces quite formidable shock & sound waves, this is why it felt like a bomb detonated nearby. All of my memory from earth science class flew out the window and my mind immediately went to La Llorona lol.

I’ve never felt like I had to face some kind of a spirit so distraught, I’ve been to many haunted places and never experienced anything out of the mundane so I had little to no schematic training for it, Very Ignorant and Uneducated of me yes, all I had was my distant memory of when I read a whole host of ceremonial and Solomonic magic books at the library in the summer of 2015 and even then I absolutely panicked and didn’t dare leave my sister’s side as she held onto me. My life had been fairly mundane for a while before this, it totally caught me off guard.

The house was unfamiliar and I had no chalk no charcoal, not even a marker or pen in the near vicinity. I didn’t know where the salt was, I didn’t know where my family had the holy water, I didn’t think to quickly find a knife and there was literally a pickaxe and shovel hidden in the corner of the room behind a bookcase, but we just couldn’t take our eyes off the stairs leading up. I didn’t even have my amulet with me so I felt absolutely exposed. If I was in my own home I think I would’ve quickly created a schema and act fast. If it was my own home that I had to protect, if I knew where everything I needed was, it would have gone so differently. I would have faced it headfirst but in that home we were in, in the disadvantage of having to run up the slippery tiled stairs clockwise - I just lost it. I used what I could remember and traced a circle around us with my hands but I just didn’t have the physical tools and I was so filled with fear that I had traumatic tunnel vision. Nothing mattered but those stairs leading up, my sister, and my wavering voice. Also very interesting when I called my family to get there as fast as they can, as they arrived, the storm finally lost its fury.

Anyway I did think through the science of it later that night and the morning after. and I was like omg I could’ve just gone upstairs and closed the damn windows LMFAO. Still a very frightening experience. My inexperience with Mexican thunderstorms, my unprepared fear, my lack of my spiritual protection items, & my knowledge of folklore certainly got the best of me.

[nickeverdeen]

Hi! This is my first time requesting for anything ever on Tumblr, and I don't know how matchups work exactly, but I made sure to read your rules, so it is totally alright if you ignore this if I mess up or something XD (I'm also sorry if this is too long, I tried to make this as orderly as possible - I have OCD)

To start off, I would like to ask for a Romantic matchup, from MCU, Spider-Man Spiderverse, Hunger Games, and Detroit Become Human. If that is too many than my top two to either choose from are Spiderverse and Hunger Games (trilogy or BOSAS)

I am 23 years old. Bi and Ace. She/Her/Hers. And I am down for either male or female matchups (more into male though).

I am caring, especially for loved ones.

I am incredibly generous! I love buying things for people I care about, (like books, or things custom-made from Etsy.)

I am pretty loud and talkative when with someone I know.

I have ADHD and Autism, so I get distracted easily; sometimes when I talk I just go- Squirrel! Literally Doug from Up.

I hate when things change. Hate when schedules change, plans, or when books turn into movies (depending on the series).

It takes me a bit to get used to people, I am super shy and super awkward. But while I think I am just awkward, I've been told that I am intimidating. Huge RBF.

If someone talks to me first, I will reply, it's just hard to start conversations.

Stubborn, I like being right, and spontaneous.

I am emotional. I have RSD, (Rejection Sensitivity Disorder,) so I always think people dislike me, lol.

I love making sure the people that I am close to are okay.

I am so pretty optimistic, in certain situations.

I also get overwhelmed easily, and need time to cool down, and I like having my alone time, but I crave human interactions...

(I think I should continue with other stuff now, it's already getting long, so I apologize!)

Movies; ANYTHING in the Dreamworks Trolls Universe! I am obsessed with Trolls, it is my hyper fixation/special interest! I know everything about it. The Truman Show, Lord Of The Rings series, The Three Musketeers from 1994, National Treasure, The Barbie Movie, The Muppets, The Hobbit series, The Ash Lad series, and more!

TV; The Good Place, Futurama, Extraordinary Attorney Woo-Young-Woo, and Pride And Prejudice BBC

Books; Pride And Prejudice, anything Jane Austen honestly, Tim Burton, Edgar Allen Poe, William Shakespeare, The Phantom Of The Opera, and more!

My favorite colors; red, pink, and black

I love all animals, even the ugly ones, but I am very scared of horses (bad experience, lol)

Music; JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE and NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, Paris Paloma, Rachel Zegler, Sabrina Carpenter, Chappell Roan, The Trolls soundtrack, Twisters soundtrack, Poets Of The Fall, Snoop Dogg, Glass Animals, Troye Sivan and more! Current fav song is Say My Name from The Beetlejuice Musical (I am always listening to music, always have headphones on.)

This is maybe something to note, Idk, but I am a sometimes a hopeless romantic. I really wish for my life to be a fanfic or movie sometimes...

When someone says a fact, so confident that they are right, but they are not, you know?

People touching my stuff without permish

Noisy people in movie theaters

Loud noises, crowded places, touchy people, gross/rude people, idk

Oh, I also like drawing/painting, I am an artist :)

Thunderstorms, I can sit and watch one for hours, and have

Collecting; Rocks, Trolls merch, action figures, books, Barbies, Kens, pictures, stuffed animals, movies DVDs, music CDs, records, and cassettes

I love reading! SOOOO much! And I love writing too!

Video Games! FNAF, Minecraft, Uncharted 4, Baldur's Gate 3, Still Wakes The Deep, Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood, Mario Kart, and more!

Love Lang - Giving; Gift-giving, acts of service, and words of affirmation

Love Lang - Receiving; Gift-giving, acts of service, words of affirmation, and some physical touch (hand-holding, forehead kisses are to die for, and hugs)

I am so sorry it is so long! You can ignore if this is too overwhelming! Thank you so much for your time! xoxoxo

You did it perfectly, but next time maybe make the letters bigger as I had to put on glasses for this

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Your MCU match is…

Peter Parker 1

Peter would adore your artistic talents, often asking for custom doodles or drawings to hang in his room

He’d join you in your hyperfixations, researching Trolls lore or quoting your favorite songs

Peter would never get tired of listening to your rants or tangents, often chiming in with his own random facts

He’d be amazed by your collection and always try to add unique items to it, like rare action figures or limited-edition Trolls merch

Peter would reassure you during moments of RSD, reminding you how loved and appreciated you are

He’d love playing games like FNAF or Mario Kart with you, often getting overly competitive in the best way

Peter would surprise you with small acts of service, like reorganizing your DVDs or cleaning your art supplies

He’d always remember little details about your favorite movies, songs, and books to bring them up in conversation

He’d hold your hand tightly during crowded places, always making sure you feel safe and comfortable

Your Spider-Man Spiderverse match is…

Miles Morales

Miles would love your hyperfixations, often drawing Trolls characters for you to surprise you

He’d gently help you through moments of overwhelm, offering his quiet company and letting you recharge

Miles would absolutely geek out with you about your favorite movies and soundtracks, always ready to share music recommendations

He’d frequently gift you small trinkets like rocks or keychains he found, knowing how much you love collecting

Miles would admire your artistic talent and sometimes ask for tips to improve his graffiti work

He’d encourage your love of writing, often volunteering to brainstorm plot ideas or just listen to your stories

Miles would always check in to make sure you’re okay, knowing how important emotional safety is to you

He’d hold your hand or give you forehead kisses during thunderstorms while you both watch the rain

Miles would adore your RBF, often joking about how intimidating you look versus how kind you are

He’d get into your favorite games like Minecraft or Mario Kart just to spend more time with you

Your Hunger Games match is…

Peeta Mellark

He’d understand your need for alone time, giving you space but always being ready with a warm hug when you’re ready to reconnect

Peeta would create quiet, romantic moments for you, like watching thunderstorms together or reading side by side

He’d encourage your optimism, reminding you to celebrate your wins and cherish small joys

Peeta would love listening to your music playlists and sometimes hum along to your favorite songs

He’d help you organize your collections, admiring each item and asking about their stories

Peeta would write sweet notes for you, slipping them into your art supplies or books for you to find

He’d always take your side when plans change, helping you adjust and ensuring you feel comfortable

Peeta would adore your hopeless romantic side, often surprising you with heartfelt gestures or recreating movie-like moments

He’d love cuddling during movie nights, always making sure your favorite snacks and DVDs are ready

Your Detroit Become Human match is…

Connor RK800

Connor would meticulously research Trolls to understand your hyperfixation, often surprising you with fun facts or rare merch

He’d create a soothing environment for you during moments of overwhelm, dimming lights and playing calming music

Connor would help you organize your collections with precision, ensuring every item is displayed perfectly

He’d admire your art, often asking for pieces to keep in his workspace as a reminder of you

Connor would encourage your writing, always giving constructive feedback and cheering you on

He’d learn your favorite songs and subtly hum them when he notices you feeling stressed

Connor would protect you in crowded places, always staying close and ensuring your comfort

He’d create a log of all your favorite movies, books, and songs to never forget important details about you

Connor would be endlessly patient with your ADHD and Autism, always adapting to your needs without hesitation

He’d develop a fondness for thunderstorms because of how much you enjoy them, sitting with you for hours to watch the rain

[victorluvsalice]

-->And while all that clean up was happening, who should stop by but Victor’s buddy Felipe! Who, of course, was immediately set upon by specters the minute he knocked on the front door. *shakehead* Haunted houses, man… I was originally going to just ignore him and have Alice try to appease the specters to get them out of the way – but while I was looking through potential gifts to give the annoying little blobs, I realized that Alice still had the painting Felipe made on the front porch on one of his previous visits. So I had Alice greet him, and – after dealing with being specter sprinkled herself – chat with him a little bit to become friends. I took the opportunity for her to tell him about being a werewolf and do some werewolf diplomacy to make him an ally (that way he won’t be unnecessarily spooked if he comes across her in werewolf form – always a benefit), then found the option to give him a friendly gift –

Aaaand for some reason his painting wasn’t listed as an option. One of HERS was, but not his. O.o Oookay then, game… I shrugged, went “at least I got him to be a werewolf ally,” and had Alice send him on his way. Guess some specter will be getting that painting at some point!

-->And then I looked over at the cow paddock again and saw that poor Moory needed a brush. Yet again. XD I had Alice head over there to clean her off while Smiler – who’d just gotten to Wellness 7 from their latest yoga practice, nice – got sent downstairs to sort all the recyclables out of the trash. Alice finished with Moory and moved onto the chickens, collecting the eggs and spreading feed for them –

Just in time for Marm to FINALLY wake back up from his charging! Seriously, that took him AGES! O.o Maybe because he’s Lazy, he recharges slower – which, uh, is annoying. *shakehead* Anyway, I had him hit the chessboard again, and had Victor (who had gotten bored with his alchemical experimentation and was going off to dance to Smiler’s radio) join him so they could bond. (I also took a moment to test out the new “adjust Likes/Dislikes in Live Mode” mod from Lumpinou I got to fix Marm’s preferences so he LIKES Funny Sims instead of disliking them – because, really. He was made by SMILER. Works like a charm! :D) They got along well, and Marm was even able to fulfill one of the holiday traditions by being thankful with him. :) I was very pleased indeed –

-->And then I looked outside and saw Alice showering in the rain again as another thunderstorm came through. *sigh* I let her finish up (as she was just a tiny bit stinky), then sent her off to dance to the first floor phonograph with Smiler to keep her occupied (amusingly, she kept doing cowpoke dancing randomly along with all the other dance moves. XD Now that's the kind of Erratic behavior I like!). Smiler then took some time to play with a down-looking Shadow, and I checked in on Marm and Victor to see them now solidly friends –

-->And that Victor was actually quite hungry. Well then – time to do the grand meal, I think! I clicked on the fridge to see what Alice could make –

And discovered “oh – it’s literally only the Grand Breakfast unless she makes some prepped veggies.” Well, good thing they have a stand mixer! I had her clean all the spoiled food out of the fridge, then get those veggies going before searching the pockets of the clothes in the laundry while Smiler cleaned up all the puddles the gnomes (which had moved into the attic to stare at the pictures from Plumbite Pier on the sideboard up there) had left in the living room. I thought I had everything well under control –

-->And then EVERYONE suddenly went “hey, the pets left a gift outside” and INSISTED on going outside to react to it. Never mind that it was still thunderstorming, or that one of them was the exact OPPOSITE of waterproof. Everybody had to go look at this tiny purple present! *shakehead* Seriously, Sims sometimes… Anyway, Alice was the only one to actually REACH the damn thing, so I had her open it while telling everyone else “GET BACK INSIDE.” (Marm’s umbrella broke before they could, which did feel slightly like karma.) Turned out the present was a broken fossil. *rolls eyes* Well, I guess it IS part of the collection, technically, so I went ahead and put it on the display. But cripes, all that for a clump of rocks worth $10…