#[ not really; but every time I come to visit I literally cannot breathe ]

[fancyfeathers]

If all (or most) of the yandere!JL had darlings, do you think they’d have a system?

Like, to make sure their darlings are mentally healthy, would they set up stuff for them to meet each other? (Like pets)

When somebody has to go on a mission that takes a while, would they leave their darling with a trusted friend or just the watchtower in general?

I really think it depends, like Bruce Wayne's darling will just be kept at Wayne Manor, and probably has never met anyone from the Justice League or their darlings unless they come around to the manor. She has the boys and Alfred to keep her company when Bruce is gone.

Arthur Curry and Diana are similar to Bruce in that way, Arthur's darling is kept safe underneath the ocean's surface, keeping her safe where he knows he has control and no one will ever dare to harm her unless they wish to anger him. Then Diana's darling will be taken to Themyscira to live with her and the Amazons, but Diana will take her darling to visit other members of the Justice League and their darlings, probably Clark and his darling because of how well their darlings get along, they were probably college roommates or something, like sisters and since Clark has his darling Diana does not need to worry about hers.

Then for the others like Barry Allen, Hal Jordan, Clark Kent, they are all yanderes with delusional tendencies to different extents.

Barry is slightly lucid, but he tells himself over and over again that this is truly for the best and they can have a somewhat normal life together, he comes home from his civilian work every day as a scientist for the Central City Police Department and provides for her, it is completely normal as long as she does not try to leave the house because he set up sensors at the doors and windows to notify him whenever something is opened and he always comes running home quite literally to bring her back inside which is followed by a lecture about how he is just trying to keep her safe and...

honestly, at the two-minute mark, his darling just clocks out because it is always the same thing over again and she does not need to hear the same forty-minute speech about her behavior.

But Barry lets his darling socialize with other darlings or Justice League members, bringing her along to meetings or when they go on missions and a League member stays behind to look after their darlings, and when it is a bigger threat that requires the whole League he is an absolute mess before leaving her in the watchtower, kissing her all over and telling her how much he loves her before he had to run off to you know save the world.

Clark is purely delusional to the point where he firmly believes what he is doing is right, no way about it, he genuinely believes his darling would be dead without him, and to some extent, he is right because they probably met when he saved her life as Superman. His darling honestly won't even have time to realize something is wrong because by the time she even realizes someone is watching her, she is going to be waking up with Clark holding her in his arms, acting like they have been together for years. Similar to Barry he knows when his darling is doing something she shouldn't because of his super hearing he is always listening in to at least some extent, Sometimes it's everything, but most of the time it is just her breathing or heartbeat which can tell a lot of things like when a person is panicked.

Clark does not bring his darling along as much as Barry does, he cannot risk losing her if anything goes wrong, that being said his darling does have slightly more freedom than most, but that is because he has her in the middle of nowhere with no car and everything too far to walk on foot, especially because to be honest his darling is going to have kids and get pregnant sooner than some of the other darlings who will because Clark definitely has babyfever. So besides she'll be busy taking care of the house and or resting if she's pregnant most of the day to socialize. However, if a dangerous situation did arise that all the Justice League needed to deal with he would leave his darling at the watchtower because he would have no idea when he would be home and back with her, and at least he knows she would be safe enough there and have other company so she won't be losing her mind in loneliness. Clark being Clark would be constantly worrying about her, especially if she was pregnant or already had given birth.

Okay assuming that you are referring to this post in the ask with Hal having a Detective Darling who is on the trail of the kidnappings of the darlings of the Justice League. Hal is very protective of his darling, especially after what happened to her and the fact that he was not able to protect her then. Due to his work as a Green Lantern half of the time he has his darling staying in the watchtower because he is off-planet so often, this is pretty standard for any darling of a Green Lantern in the Justice League so those darlings are all pretty close. Then there are the lucky times when all the Lanterns are busy and or off-planet and all of them are left to speak freely without one of them reporting to the others if anything concerning was said, drinking and gossiping. Honestly, if any of the other darlings of the Justice League were around, they kinda would feel like they are intruding on the group of the Green Lanterns' darlings.

I could just imagine Clark's or Barry's darling meeting Hal's darling, the same one the Justice League worried about exposing the League. They had heard about her via listening on meetings when they were brought along, or Hal talking about her and they had a small hope that someone would still be out there looking for them until they heard of her getting paralyzed from the waist down on a different case and Hal taking her in and taking care of her and they just felt horrible for her because she just wanted to help them and other people but it ended up costing her everything and they feel like it is all their fault.

[cr4yolaas]

mezzo forte — non-confrontational

track 7: pity party | masterlist | track 9: homesick v.2

heavy, purple bags weigh his eyes down. it's the first thing she notices when she swings open the door with a little too much force. he's exhausted, that much made obvious by the droopiness on his face and the unkempt nature of his hair. for a moment, she forgets why she came there.

he doesn't make a move to let her in. instead, he rests the entirety of his weight on the doorframe, the old painted wood creaking ever so slightly beneath the pressure. it's as if her presence is a hindrance to him. her feet plant themselves on the floor in retaliation to his foreign detachment, and slowly, the confusion and anger that motivated her visit come crawling back in the form of pinpricks clinging onto her spine.

"hajime," she mutters, and the forgoing of his usual nickname makes him falter just a bit. "what happened that night? at the reunion party?"

he shifts his stance from one leg to the other. he doesn't know what to say.

"you and tooru have ignored me since, and it- i don't know, i just feel lost. i don't know what happened. and i hate that both of you are hiding it from me," she rambles, and he can tell she's upset.

truthfully, he's horrified. he doesn't want to tell her the truth -- if it even is the truth -- but he knows that nothing will happen if he doesn't say anything.

"who have your songs been for this whole time?" he asks, his voice cracking and his hands shaky. the creases on her forehead only increase tenfold, and he's scared. a heavy sigh falls from her lips.

"it's always been you, haji," she heaves out, unloading a burden that had hung heavy on her shoulders for years upon years. "they were all for you. i don't- i don't understand how you didn't see it. and i feel stupid for not making it more obvious."

he pauses. his mouth hangs agape and with every shallow breath he takes, a bit of his pride and confidence seeps out. disbelief weighs heavily in his heart and overpowers every other rational sense that's kept him going for so long.

"it can't be me. it really, really can't."

it comes out as a whisper, his words nearly lost to the gentle summer breeze. she hears it as a rejection -- an admission that she cannot write syrupy, silly melodies for him, because he cannot satisfy the sickly sweet sensation rotting her heart. she loathes how aloof he seems to be about it.

something bubbles up within her throat. she's scared that, if she so much as breathes another breath, she'll say something she doesn't mean. so, instead, with an ache in her chest and a pounding in her head, she walks away -- because she cannot bear to face the end of the road that she's been running on for so long.

he doesn't chase after her, nor does he depart from the scene. hajime maintains his posture against the door. guilt gnaws violently at the sinew between his bones and every ligament that ensures his stability, and he swears he can feel the pitter-patter of his heart diminish into something slow and scattered.

hajime is terribly non-confrontational when it comes to her -- that much had been a consistent truth since they met, in their little suburban neighborhood at the unripe age of 7 -- and he curses his own weakness for destroying what he'd been holding onto so desperately.

♪ i’m lowk rushing thru this bc i’m too eager to end mezzo forte i’m sorry 😭😭 i love it but i canr wait for it to end if that makes sense

♪ yn got nothing done in the whole week of no contact with the other two. she was quite literally paralyzed with fear she couldn’t finish any of her work

♪ yachi thrives on severe retail therapy habits if u couldnt tell

♪ msby 4 was lowk listening from the hallway they love the chismis but also they r actually invested in this relationship

♪ i think we might get the triple update tn 😭😭

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[gem-de-lune]

Hi hello. So i am an ot7 supporter but at the same time, i participated in this boycott only bc i thought the members wanted him back (from seunghan's letter and wonbin's WV update). But wonbin using 66 as his WV password just hit me thinking whether if the boys werent sure of him coming back? We def cannot say he was forced bc he wrote the letter too. Idk i think im relying too much on ur tarot 😭 but does ur energy reading really feel that the members want him back?

Okay bestie listen up and please please please forgive me if this does sound brash, but I am doing it for your own good here.

Evidence that Riize supports OT6:

Wonbin's password being 66

Evidence that Riize supports OT7:

Wonbin's letter (which was not approved by SM for him to post)

Visibly happy even during OT6 protesting

Visibly upset directly after the news of Seunghan's departure

Quite literally leaving obvious gaps for Seunghan in choreography

The fact that Seunghan has been training to come back for months (verified by his friends who visited OT7 protests today) meaning members knew this as well

Literally multiple** members holding up 7 signs in obscure ways

Shotaro saying we can expect good news soon

You see how the only evidence they support OT6 is one member's password digit(s) 🙂 the same member who literally wrote a note without getting permission to tell fans to shut up.

I want to be super clear here. We have got to stop falling victim and absolutely breaking down at every twist and turn. We have got to stay firmly planted in place. We cannot have mental breakdowns every time we see the number 6 😐.

So, with all the love in my heart, I am telling you to take deep breaths and rely on context clues, not just my readings. If you need a pick me up, stay on tiktok, not on Twitter. Actively seek positive confirmation, not devastation.

I love you. Please be positive.

Riize is 7.

[malisorn]

★ || 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝

Pairing | Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary | You always have a way of getting what you want and if you want to marry the prince, you will ๋࣭ ⭑ Inspired by “Mastermind - Taylor Swift”

Warnings & Suggestions | Fluff, very low-key Soft Dark Reader, Reader being a literal mastermind, No Physical Description of Reader

Red Keep is a place full of power-hungry men and determined women. To survive in a place like this, you need to outsmart the fools, yet you can't outdo the wise, you can't be too bright or too dull either. Everyone has their parts to play as each other's pawn. You do too, but the difference is you knew your pawn and the game you play.

Your parents have told you before that your purpose here is to marry a man from a noble house, gain an alliance and live a life raising heirs. But those words didn't please your ears, you won't wait for them to sell you off to a drunkard who would father dozens of bastards. For the least, you would like to wed someone you want and you knew you have a choice the night you saw him for the first time, you knew he was meant to be yours and nothing was gonna stop you.

A Targaryen man from the blood of the dragon, the son of the King, the prince of the realm. The Targaryens often marry within their own family, although his mother is a Hightower. His brother and sister were already married with a set of twin. While he is still a man free of betrothal, soon enough, his queen mother and grandfather would find him a match, a match that would only end with you and him.

After countless nights, you have come up with a plan. You begin with weeks of observing him and caught up to his routine. He wakes up early, practices swordplay every morning and noon. In the evening, he can be found in the library reading a book about the olden days or morals of life. Often times, you saw him on Vhagar as they flew around, breathing dragonfire. You looked up to the wide sky and the mighty beast. Sooner or later, you will be mounting that dragon. On a day where he was not seen in a training yard, he would accompanied his queen mother and sister, those who he seems to be close with the most. After writing down all this information, you try to figure out all about him and every possibility. Now, you know what you must do to ensure a seat beside him.

You started with appearing everywhere he was. He visited the Sept? You were also there praying to the maiden. He read in the library? You were already there, picking one of his favorite book. He goes to spend time with his sister? There you are linked in arms with Helaena as you two walk through the garden. And to lit the fuse, your hand suddenly brushed his as you walked pass him every single time, as if it's all accidental, you didn't even pay a mind to look back, only walk away. After multiple times, brief glances started to exchange, polite smiles spread across your face when you catch his gaze, yet no conversation was ever occurred, not until-

“My Lady” he called out. Finally, you think to yourself with a sly smile before turning to him with a naively confused face. “My Prince” You stood calm and flashed him a smile. All the groundwork you have laid leads you here, to this moment, just as you have planned.

Ever since then, you two have been seen together more than often. A walk through the garden side by side, a match of cyvasse in the library that somehow ends with your victory, and a quiet evening as you two paced on a beach. “I am thankful that the gods have brought us together, My Lady” he said. You're welcome. “Same as I, my prince, fate is truly a mysterious work of art.” You smirk before switching back to a naive one. You cannot be too obvious. He can't know but only if he did. Fate really is a powerful thing, but it is useless without the work of one or another. You wouldn't be standing here with him if all you did was pray and hope for the best. You have to plan and take actions. With that, you get closer to him inch by inch every day. It takes time and you are more than welcome to provide. He grew to trust you, softened only for you, and a bond of a lifetime was formed.

Now, the two of you are holding each other's arms at a grand wedding decorated in shade of white and silver, flowers and silks laid down to perfection, standing in front of the Septon as you exchange your vows to your other half in front of your gods and your kins.

“With this kiss I pledge my love”

“And I, take you for my lord and husband"

"And I, take you for my lady and wife"

The Septon pronounces you as one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever. A husband and a wife, a long lifetime of love and devotion.

After the wedding, you couldn't help but feel a little guilty. You have always been this way since your childhood. You like having a little fun with your head and finding ways to get what you want while also being entertained in a way. You like to be loved but don't like to show others of how much you've done to get them. So is it wrong to trick him into loving you? You were not quite sure. To be fair, you didn't force him! You just set everything up from meeting him, talking to him and then it just presents its way, right? You didn't poison or bewitch him into loving you, didn't even harm anyone through your plan of becoming his wife, so why is it that you feel responsible for it all? You think about it for a while and decide that it must be said.

On a peaceful night when you and your husband lay on your shared bed. You confessed your “little schemes” to him, expecting a confusing reaction or shocking response, but instead, he simply smirks, the very same way you did when he first talked to you, “I knew”. Oh, “You knew!? You never- You never showed me that you did!”. After all these times, he has always knew. A wide smile spread across your face, he knew and he let you do it all. Why wouldn't he? It led him to you and now he's yours.

masterlist for more

images' credits ๋࣭ ⭑

Catching Butterflies - Emile Eisman Semenowsky

Astrology Signs Mosaic - Museum of Islamic Civilization, UAE

Maria Cristina of Bourbon - Vicente López

[kanmom51]

JM ‘FACE’ Music Show Promotions Sketch 

cr./to the creators of the media used in this post.

So yeah, yesterday just 4 days before JK's single Seven is about to land, after JK's concept photos and clip were released showing us a clear bias and after the BTS book pages about Jikook's Tokyo trip surfaced, surprisingly (or not so much) this BTB was released.

Cannot help but wonder if this was a scheduled release or one of those pieces of content they had waiting in the vault to release at some point, not necessarily yesterday.

Not that I am complaining that we get more JM content, not at all, it's just the timing that feels a little sus to me is all. You know, with the heavy on Yoonmin and little Jihope we got there.

And again, let me make myself clear here. I'm not complaining us getting the content. Both members did visit JM on set to support him and it's great to see this in the content. It's the timing, the editing and on top of that, what we didn't get in past BTB that has me a little on edge.

So, Suga, as we know, came to visit JM on set.

To support him on his first show.

But this.

What did Yoongi mean by this?

"And to build up a good reputation of us".

It's not about JM's performance, it comes straight after he says the reason he came was it was JM's first performance. This is another reason he came - build up good reputation...?

To show they are supporting each other?

Was this said seriously or jokingly?

I'm still not understanding it.

I do have thoughts as to what he meant by it, and I wouldn't put it by him to mean that too, but still hoping it's not that.

Someone else also knows that, I can assure you. Same someone that found his way, with or without the company's approval (let's be honest here, it's without their approval and his way of kicking back) of supporting and promoting JM as publicly and as loudly as he could.

Same person that made a point to comment and let us know on JM's live after his last performance that he did want to come and see JM while recording.

And then we have this:

Yes, this is me bitching. I decided to get all of the shit out of the way before I get to the positive.

"Suga who knows Jimin better than anyone when it comes to performing"? Really? Pushing the Yoonmin a little much aren't we?

He knows him better than Hobi when it comes to performing?

Actual dance leader.

He knows him better than JK when it comes to performing?

The man that literally said this:

But seriously, this is the person that spent hours on end practicing with JM. The person that seeks him out on stage. The person that knows his every move, knows when he's in pain, knows when he is struggling.

Yeah, no matter which what way you spin it, Yoongi is not the one "who knows Jimin better than anyone when it comes to performing".

Wait, be patient with me. I have one more little thing I have to vent about before moving on.

This:

I can only imagine the talk down his bf gave him at home after this. "We're all grown ups, what are you doing?..."

Just like here:

Start at 0:49 seconds. JK talking about JM's live, not listening to Unholy.

I'm with you on this JK.

The need to apologize or pre-warn fans about a little touchy choreography with a woman, god forbid (oh, and btw, in the Korean side of this choreo the men were not touching JM, cause that's way worse, right?).

This is something I would love JM to get over, grow out of, but to tell you the truth, not holding my breath.

Ok, now that all my complaining is done with, let's move on to the fun part.

Now is the time to appreciate the 2 hyungs who came to support him. Yoongi for his first recording and Hobi for the last show.

Hobi's letter. That man is the sweetest man ever. I love him so much and miss him terribly. Can't even imagine how much JM and JK are missing him (I'm gonna add Tae here too, their bond is really underestimated).

And JM's reaction to it all. Priceless. Man cannot allow himself to get emotional on camera. The level of deflecting going on, lol.

We don't see too much of the work process but it's clear that JM pushes himself, most likely too hard (time to mention once again the time restraints that had him over exerting himself). And by the end of it you can see that his chronic pain is playing up, with the visible taping on his arm and shoulder.

I actually think it was way worse. He was REALLY suffering.

Do you notice what he's doing there with his left arm?

😭😭

The level of dedication and work ethic...

Man is absolutely stunning.

And an angel to top it off.

I truly love this young man.

Whoever gets to be with him has won the lottery.

Oh wait, we already have a lottery winner.

[fittlebottom]

I know I just posted about pip but back when I was waiting for my contacts to come in I was like very blind for a day or two. And during that time I only drew once. No joke this drawing, if you can even call it one, has taken over my life. I've thought about it everyday for almost a month straight.

Washing the dishes? Where the geese at. Folding laundry? Where the geese at. Trying to read? Where the geese at. Trying to draw? At least one Where the geese at clone made. I have had to stop during multiple conversations with friends and family to hold back a giggle if I'm even remotely reminded of this fucking image. When I drew it originally I genuinely thought I was the funniest person on the face of the planet and everyone else, every comic every comedian, would need to pack up and go back to Alaska. The worst part about it to me is that no one else gets it. It's a fucking inside joke with MYSELF. You know how the trolls guy when he got arrested said under his breathe "this is gonna ruin the tour..." quite literally I have done that so many times but with "where the geese at". I was giving my grandmother a pity visit because she's senile now and acts like she's still in the '60s. We were looking at a physical map and she said something along the lines of "where is *insert place from my county*" . I, without thinking, whispered under my breathe "where the geese at." And her, being the Christian woman she is, thought I was chanting the devils incantations. And now for the next 2 Sundays I have to go to church with her. ALL BECAUSE OF WHERE THE GEESE AT. PIP BERNADOTTE YOUVE RUINED MY LIFE I AM DONE FOR. Genuinely I feel as if I can't draw anymore because all I want to do is where the geese at. I feel like I'm being brainwashed by this fucking drawing. I'm not a religious person but I think I've been possessed by an evil spirit that just wants to make me miserable. I took a break from drawing for a few weeks after finishing a piece that left me very burnt out. You wanna know what brought me back? What motivated me to open up my program? I was going through where the geese at withdrawals. I only came back because I was getting angry at the fact I hadn't drawn where the geese at in days. I am addicted to this drawing like it's black tar heroin. Where the geese at has rotted my brain to the point of no return. It's only been a month of its life and so far it has only made mine worse and worse. I eat, sleep, breathe where the geese at. I feel the need to use my own tears as paint and draw where the geese at all over my metal enclosure. I see him everywhere I go. Thinking about it and writing this all out has made my face flush red with rage maybe? Frustration? Geese withdrawals? Lord please save me from this curse I cannot live like this.

I feel really bad if anyone reads this at all. I have no hellsing friends so I haven't been able to mourn my loss of sanity with context to anyone. I am very truly deeply sorry for anyone who reads my rants of a madman my dehydrated dying words.

Where the geese at amiright folks? I'll be here all night.

[dan-whoell]

what are some phancoded songs?

@fryday has covered this a ton recently, but some I doubt anyone else will say:

How Far This Can Go by Bowling for Soup. The chorus??

Let’s take it fast to slow Hold our breath and jump into whatever this is Grab a coat and let it all rain down If we never stop believing, it’s gonna be alright But if we don’t try, we may never know How far this can go

It's very early days, but also every adventure they've had??? Like even as recent as resurrecting the gaming channel, if they hadn't taken the chance on doing that we might not be in the middle of whatever the phagenda is now. I also think about Dan being 18 and still not having coming to terms with his own sexuality, but still jumping into whatever was going to happen with Phil.

By the time the curtain's falling There'll be standing under and screaming out our names Can’t you hear the future calling Will go all the way and never be the same, yeah

I mean. Self explanatory. Makes me cry to think about everything they've built. And I love the love the audience has for them. I can't think about it too long or I end up a pile of goo.

Come Monday by Jimmy Buffett. I grew up listening to this man, I've done a list of some favorites. But this one specifically gives me dnp vibes.

Come Monday, it'll be all right Come Monday, I'll be holding you tight I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze And I just want you back by my side

Again, I think about them in the early days, hanging on every visit and always trying to get back to their bubble together. But also Dan on tour. I wish I could remember who it was that made a post about why now as far as a potential rebrand/launching so hard into joint content again, and the tldr was after wad, Dan coming back and and being like 'Okay. I've done it solo, and I've realized I don't want to do this without you.' And that's the same vibes I get with this song. Being away from each other sucks, and I just want you back by my side.

I can't help it, honey You're that much a part of me now Remember that night in Montana when We said there'd be no room for doubt?

You know. Their lives are so intertwined. Phil literally said our life. They own a house together. They have their own fucking language. They know each other so well. I've said it before but although I don't believe in soulmates, they are the exception to the rule. As for the second half... I mean. Early days. Jump in. See how far this can go.

I hope you're enjoyin' the scenery I know that it's pretty up there We can go hiking on Tuesday With you I'd walk anywhere

It's the idea that everything they've done for 15 years, and everything they will do, they'll do it together. In the sense of a joint endeavour, or just supporting one another in solo projects. Them doing shit they'd never normally do on their own, but they have their soulmate by their side so how bad could it be?

(This one is depressing so apologies in advance)

Haunted by Spanish Love Songs. Sort of a Phil perspective on Dan's struggle with depression.

You're not haunted You just miss everything You're not a cautionary tale So don't you vanish on me

And you're not haunted It's just the devil in your skin It'll be this bleak forever But it is a way to live You're not alone You just miss everything When you're feeling like a ghost Would you come haunt me? Please come haunt me

I'm not gonna say a lot here, but I know what it's like to love someone so fiercely and be heartbroken that they cannot see themselves for who they are. I've also been the person who can't see it. I think a lot about Phil always being there for Dan, and I'd love to hear him talk about the experience of love in those situations. (And if he never does I totally get it, it's private and it's not really our business. Just from a relatability standpoint.)

This is in the same vein but Washington Square Park by The Wonder Years, specifically this:

She said, “I let this slide when we were younger You know you don’t have to write like this The whole world’s full of losers If you get a chance to win, (you should) take it!”

Like. Phil always trying to get Dan in colors. Dan face down on the floor and Phil being there to pick him up and distract him. I love a love song as much as the next guy but this is my bread and butter.

To end on a happier-ish note, Love Will Keep Us Alive by The Eagles.

I was standing, all alone against the world outside You were searching for a place to hide Lost and lonely, now you've given me the will to survive When we're hungry, love will keep us alive

Early days??? Phil being the first person that made Dan feel safe??

Don't you worry Sometimes you've just got to let it ride The world is changing Right before your eyes

Coming out??? Meeting so many queer fans on tour and that being a push to come out themselves?? HELLO??

Now I've found you There's no more emptiness inside When we're hungry, love will keep us alive

I think about the state of things now, how fucking happy they've been since coming back. How different it feels from when they started. There's always been laughs, always been fun, but there is so much joy now. I'm sure I've said it but personally my heart feels so fucking full when I see how far they've come. When I see what they've built for themselves.

Anyway I could go on and on about songs that make me think about dnp, especially stuff that's not top 40's pop or is 30+ years old, but I think I've yapped enough on this particular post.

[dronarryfest]

Dronarry Fest Week 2: Masterpost!

Week two of Dronarry Fest is officially in the books, and what a trip this week was! We explored our feelings in Portugal, explored other things (wink wink) at a bed & breakfast in Devon, got attacked by peacocks at the Manor, and we even went beyond the Veil! If you missed any of our incredible works this week, it’s time to gather up your reading snacks/beverages/blankets/pets and go on an adventure with our lads (as always, mind the tags!). Don’t forget to leave a kudos, leave a comment, and give our wonderful MAs some much-deserved love!

[FIC] A Time, Dark and Divine || E || 17k

Inspired by The Last Star Falling by @tackytigerfic​ - On a humid night in Portugal, Draco Malfoy opens a door that Ron had thought long closed. CW: Jealousy

what a fantastic and scorching story this was !!! I LOVE this Ron so much he is so perfectly formed… no words, I am IN AWE! - citrusses

This fic is inspiringly good, I fucking love the jealousy mamba they are all dancing here, each taking turns to lead. - shiftylinguini

[FIC] Dandelion Wine || E || 2k || for @crazybutgood​ 

Harry studies Draco like it’s a game, catching every uneven breath, every muscle twitch. He supposes that’s what makes Ron so special compared to all the other men who have come and gone from their bedroom; Ron can take both of them apart just as easily as he can put them back together. 

How lovely, MA, the trust between Draco and Harry, the way that Ron fits so easily into their life together. - sweet_sorrow

I love how the metaphor extends to moments of bottled sweetness and memories where the three of them can be together, and that edge of melancholy that’s almost not there… I just really loved this morsel of a story - schmem_14

[ART] Lavender Haze || E || Digital Art || for @wolfpants 

When Draco’s latest curse breaking assignment requires him to stay for a few weeks in the small coastal town of Devon, he expects everything to go as usual. He’ll do his standard research, visit his client’s cursed ancestral home and attempt to lift the curse, find somewhere peaceful and quiet for the duration of his stay. So what the hell are Potter and Weasley doing at the B&B that Draco will be staying in?

OMG OMG OMG!!!! I CANNOT EXPLAIN WHAT THIS ART DID TO ME. - nv-md

This is—my brain has short-circuited. Every panel is perfect. - whimsymanaged

[FIC] A Season in Amber || T || 8k || for @wolfpants​ 

Nowhere in Draco's job description does it state that because he's an Unspeakable, he's skilled enough to retrieve Ronald Weasley (or anyone) from beyond the Veil. But when Potter gives him no other options but to join him in this literal death-defying endeavour, Draco does exactly that. If only finding Ron had been the hardest task.

This is such a great fic, I love a nerdy Draco and I love, love, love whenever he and Harry work together on a task, especially a perilous one! - wolfpants

There’s something whimsical and matter of fact about this eclectic adventure that has me hooked. It’s charming and fun! - schmem_14

[FIC] from your smile down to your feet || M || 9k

Draco and Harry both want to propose. Ron just wants to stop hearing about their sex life.

I knew before I was 1/3rd of the way through that I was going to bookmark this fic and read it over and over. It’s a delight ❤️ - marebear723

Hilarious and sexy and now I'm craving chocolate 🍫 😋 - lumosatnight

[FIC] Mastermind || E || 11k || for @lumosatnight

Draco Malfoy has been with Hermione Granger, is currently dating Harry Potter, and he's determined to have Ron Weasley at any cost. He has to complete his set of three, after all… CW:  Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Main Character Death, Stalking, Murder, Dubcon, Suicide, Gaslighting, Potion substance abuse, Mistaken identity, Blood, Implied violence, Explicit sexual content

I love this SO fucking much, it’s dark and insidious and perfectly creepy and had me on the edge of my seat the entire time!!! - nocturn

That was a fucking ride and a half. I wanted dark Draco and damn did you deliver!!! - lumosatnight

[theladyofbloodshed]

I struggle with a similar situation with my partner where his low mood really impacts me and in constantly trying to keep up both happy which is draining… how do you cope with it? Do you have any advice?

I'll put this under a read more.

For us, I have to be quite blunt sometimes. We have a phrase "miserable blob". Sometimes I'm like baby are we going to be a miserable blob today or do something about that? I call him that because at weekends sometimes he will just sit there and stare at nothing or it takes him 30 mins to motivate himself to like make a drink. He hates being called that so it snaps him out of it a little bit, or he makes a conscious effort to try and snap himself out of it.

Sometimes I have to be tough and say get on with it, do x, y, z that you need to do then you can zone out.

For my partner, a lot of the issues come from the fact he doesn't like our flat (or England, hence the upcoming move) so some days I just need to get him out of the house. We go for a walk, go for a cup of tea, or visit my sister, just so we aren't in the house but then it's like a big, grey cloud is descending when we get close to home again. Some times, I nurture that depression and we will have a day watching films and cuddling up or we will try and talk about things.

When we first met, he started to experience panic attacks and he used to call me. I was quite firm that I cannot be his only support as the guilt I'd feel if I couldn't get to the phone and something happened would drown me. I made him go to the doctors despite him not wanting to. But I think you just have to be firm. In his country, mental health isn't really talked about and he would not let any of his family know. He eventually went on medication and hated it. It was a battle to get him to take his tablets and in the end he took himself off of them, which I wasn't happy with, but he knows his body best. I did make him tell his family too because I reiterated that I can't be the only one responsible for him, and that his family love him and would want to know about this. I think I used the analogy of a broken leg - nobody would expect you to walk on it and people would want to help you.

He did do online group therapy and hated it because every week was a battle to get him to log on, but after 2 suicide attempts I told him that I couldn't stay with him unless he went to therapy. I cannot be responsible for my mental health and his. He needs to take ownership of it. It was a hard conversation but I got through to him!

A lot of his stress came from owning his own business. When he quit that, it was even more stress because he literally went home for 2 weeks and was like okay i'm not doing it anymore, came back to England and had no job/income. He'd also invested all of his money into the business so he had a lot of feelings of failure. Now he works a 9-5 job he doesn't really enjoy but he isn't stressed about ensuring he gets an income every day, he is turning off his work brain at 5 rather than spending all evening on the phone calling customers and re-arranging his whole day to suit them, no weekends etc. Removing that stress has had a big impact because he could be very irritable and snappy with me then regretful of his behaviour.

We've had a lot of ups and downs due to his mental health and it is hard. I grew up with a mum who had depression and also made several suicide attempts, so it wasn't really anything new to me. I'm always calm in these situations and quite rational which I guess helps when my partner is having panic attacks. He'll tell me he can't see and his heart has stopped beating, and I'm like yes you can, it's in your head, you need to breathe in.

Sometimes I'll just say to him can you go for a long bath or a walk when I know he needs that to chill out - or if I need time away. We've been together long enough that I can say I'm going for a walk and if he asks to come too, I can say no I'd like to be alone and listen to music.

TLDR: be firm with your boundaries, be calm and rational, look after yourself too.

[crowning-art]

TGCF SPOILERS

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How I'm feeling regarding the entirety of what I have read so far:

THAT IS WHAT THE RUNNING THEME OF THIS BOOK IS T-T LOSING MY MIND RN LIKE THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT EVERYONE NEEDS!! JUST. ONE. PERSON!

Xie Lian said, quite matter-of-factly, “Didn’t you ask me to believe you? I believe you. That’s it.”

ANOTHER THEME AHHHHHH LITERALLY CANNOT CONTAIN MYSELF RN

Me saving you is just me following my own principles, that’s all,” Xie Lian replied.

HE SAID IT!!! I saw a lot of art and stuff about this and I finally got to read it! It was so sweet thoo lmao Feng xin is so savage tho

Feng Xin piped up. “You said it yourself, you very much wanted to be His Highness’ f-f-friend!

LMAOOOO MU QING HERE!! My man here really said ya, so plan A is DIE and forgot there are 25 more letters of the alphabet 😂

Mu Qing was so full of spirit earlier, but now his face paled. He raised his palms, closing his eyes, looking as if he was going to smash through his own skull first before he got burnt to death, so he could die more straightforwardly.

Xie Lian hastily cried, “WAITWAITWAITWAIT DON’T YOU BE RASH! I-I-I-I-I’VE GOT A PLAN!”

Mu Qing opened his eyes again. “WHAT PLAN?

CRYING IN THE CLUB!! I MISSED THE IDIOT TRIO SO MUCH!! THEY BONDING AGAIN T-T I can't nobody touch me rn I am SOOOO emotional rn

Loool them going from this:

“Will you both not air out each other’s dirty laundry at a time like this? What’s the point in hurting each other…”

To this:

Sweat rolled down Xie Lian’s forehead and he looked back. “Wait a sec, there’s no need to air mine out either?

Goushi leaves NO survivors lmaooo, def my fave dude ever

“I’m sure there’s at least a million vicious ghosts that have paid a visit to Mount Tong'lu,” Mu Qing said.

“DON’T INTERRUPT!” Guoshi exclaimed.

he ascended??? HUA CHENG ASCENDED?!?!? LOSING MY MIND (again) CUZ HE ASCENDED FOLLOWING XIE LIAN'S PRINCIPLES DJDNFJJF I CANT BELIEVE IT OH MY GOOOD

Literal chills at the whole battle going on but especially....

Since every one of Jun Wu’s strikes were aiming straight for Hua Cheng’s right eye!

NO ROUYE!!!

I WILL CRY NOOO PLEASE IM NOT SURE HOW MANY MORE DEATHS I CAN HANDLE PLZ NO ROUYE COME BACK

I-

“Xianle, did you actually believe that something like being pierced by the sword is something I have less experience in than you? Did you think I would care?”

Damnnnn I have no words

WTF?!?! DUDE JUN WU WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?? OH MY GOD?? I LITERALLY WANT TO PUT MY HAND IN THE BOOK AND MAKE HIM STOP

Jun Wu was expressionless, but his hand was ramming Xie Lian into the rocks like crazy, asking him repeatedly: “Does it hurt? Does it hurt?”

Guoshi exclaimed, “Your Highness!!!”

But, who knows who he was calling for.

AND THEN UGH WHAT A ROLLERCOASTER!! THIS!! IT'S JUST LIKE THE SCENE WITH THE STABBINGBSJDJDJDJF oh my God EXCEPT NOW HE KNOWS WHO HE IS AND IS CONFIDENT IN HIMSELF AND ITS NOT THE SAME AS BEFORE AND I WILL CRY OR SCREAM OR SMT AHHHHHHHHHHGHDHFJ

Xie Lian’s bloody hands pushed against the uneven surface of the rocky wall, gritting his teeth as he roared, “…IT HURTS!!!”

“WILL YOU CHANGE? WILL YOU CHANGE? WILL YOU CHANGE??”

It was as if Xie Lian had gone mad too, and he gripped Jun Wu’s arms, roaring, “I WON’T! I WON’T! I WON’T CHANGE!!!”

Even though the smashing was making him see stars, incomparably painful, he held this breath in stubbornly, refusing to give the desired answer at all, and cried out as he roared. “I JUST WON’T CHANGE! EVEN IF IT’S PAINFUL I WON’T CHANGE, EVEN IF I DIE I WON’T CHANGE, I WILL NEVER CHANGE!!!”

I'm just..... I cant....I love Xie Lian so much..this dude deserves the whole world and I'm just so emotional and proud of how far he's come and who he is as a person and he STILL Goss through trials and tribulations but look at how strong he stays in mind, body, and soul and the-

That!

But Hua Cheng gripped his shoulders. “So what? They’re just millions of fools, they’re all useless trash! But for you, one person is enough!”

One person was enough?

Xie Lian hadn’t yet wrapped his head around it before Hua Cheng pulled him close.

Xie Lian’s eyes widened.

Spiritual power exploded and rushed in.

Those two bands of fetters, that had constrained him for eight hundred years, had burst and shattered!

THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I HAVE BEEN SAYING HUA CHENG IT'S JUST ONE PERSON U NEED

Also

IF SMT HAPPENS TO HUA CHENG I PROMISE YOU I WILL ABSOLUTELY BEAT THE LIVING HELL OUT OF JUN WU I SWEAR TO GOD I CANT BELIEVE THIS HAPPENED

but the way the power of love is what helped them win lmao

BUT I DONT HAVE A GOOD FEELING ABOUT THIS RN I CANT I AM SO EMOTIONAL FOR SO MANY DIFFERENT REASONS I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THIS SCENE BUT I CANT SEEM TO SAY ANYTHING AAHHH

[somemovieguy]

Horror Genius: Ari Aster

November 12th, 2023 (Blog #5)

One of the modern horror geniuses, Ari Aster had an incredible breakout in 2011. He had previously released other short films, but this one, The Strange Thing About the Johnsons (2011), went viral. No one knew his name, but everyone was talking about this, for lack of a better word, insane family drama. There isn’t much you can say about it without spoiling it, so I’ll leave it at that (but you should absolutely watch it, its on YouTube and its only 29 minutes long). So, even though the public didn’t really know who he was after this, people knew about what he had created. This film was actually his thesis project for graduate school at AFI Conservatory, and he went on to make a few more before his feature length debut in 2018 with Hereditary.

Saying that Hereditary was a massive success would be an understatement. This film, aside from thrusting Aster into the mainstream, was extremely monetarily successful (it was actually the highest worldwide grossing film ever released by A24 in 2018 until it was replaced in 2022 by Everything Everywhere All At Once), and it became a horror staple almost overnight. For many horror enthusiasts, Hereditary was like a breath of fresh air. Many (including myself) consider it to be a work of genius: rather than the cheap jump scares that modern horror is known for, this is a slow, deep, dark film with horrifying visuals and a traumatizing backstory. It makes you question the intentions of those around you, and leaves you feeling anxious after every viewing. It is filled with the tiniest details that relay a story with years upon years of careful planning. It is, even now, Aster’s magnum opus (to me).

The most popular of his works, though, is probably Midsommar (2019). He had his entire life to plan out Hereditary, a film instantly loved by horror enthusiasts everywhere, so following up with another incredible horror film only one year later was no easy feat. This one also proved to be a slow burn horror, but Aster decided to flip the expectations of horror viewers even more than he had with Hereditary: this one was bright. Can you name a single other horror movie where nearly all of the scares occur in broad daylight, in an open space? It is truly incredible that he could take a beautiful, bright, open field and make it the setting for unearthly horrors. Though Midsommar is not a perfect 5 stars to me, it is still an incredible work of art that deserves to be seen (multiple times at that). Hereditary is still the better movie in my opinion, but I feel that Midsommar is more impressive for what it accomplished.

This year, Aster released another long-awaited feature length film, Beau is Afraid. Aster had actually been formulating this work since his short film days with The Strange Thing About the Johnsons. He released a short simply titled Beau in 2011 which ended up being adapted into a sequence in the feature film. This film, which has been described by Aster as the “Jewish Lord of the Rings”, follows the title character, a shy man with anxiety issues, through a day in his life (and a visit with his mother). It is more of an anxiety-inducing dark comedy than a horror, but it is terrifying enough that I believe it fits as a horror in Aster’s trilogy so far. This is probably my least favorite of his films so far, but it is quite literally nightmare fuel, and deserves your attention!

Ari Aster has been creating films for over a decade now, and I cannot wait for him to release more. Everything he releases has this inherent sense of anxiety that sticks with the viewer long after their viewing. I don’t think a single movie of the 2010’s affected me to the extent that Hereditary did, and Midsommar is right behind it. His films are genuine works of art, and I hope he keeps getting the funding to create the same insane projects he has been making with A24 for years to come.

[i-believe-in-soriku]

I See The Light

“So... It’s here?” asks Riku with curiosity. 

“Yep! And I’m sure you’ll love it. It is full of life out there!”

Riku opens his eyes. They are in the central square of a village in the Kingdom of Corona. 

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How did they get here, one might ask? Well, Rapunzel, the Princess of said Kingdom, invited Sora to her birthday. Sora then asked Riku to come with him; he wanted his friend to enjoy the warm, welcoming atmosphere of the Kingdom, and also to show him the splendid celebration that occured every year in the name of the Princess. Sora still kept a few things secret from him, like the fact that lanterns were to be released in the sky, offering a wonderful view. He wanted that to be an actual surprise for Riku. It reminded him of all the nights they had spent when they were little, watching the stars on the beach of their island. He thought his friend would definitely like that.

---

And so they are here. Sora looks impatient, like he can’t wait for the celebration to begin. They make their way across the crowd, trying to find Rapunzel to say hello. Riku cannot help but smile as he looks all around; everyone seems happy to be here. He likes the Kingdom so far; that is the kind of place he has always hoped to visit. 

It takes them a while to be finally able to find Rapunzel before the time comes to start dancing, given all the people there are, but eventually Riku, being taller than Sora, ends up spotting the long blond hair that Sora had described to him (the younger boy had laughed at him while descring Rapunzel’s hair, saying that she was the only person he had met with longer hair than Riku’s). 

They approach  Rapunzel, and the Princess is delighted to see Sora. 

“Sora! You came. Thank you so much. You must be Riku?”

“I am. Glad to meet you.” He doesn’t really know the appropriate way to salute a princess, but she doesn’t look offended, so he reckons it is fine. 

“I hope you’ll enjoy the celebration. But my guess is that with Sora, you definitely will. He’s such a good dancer! Did you know?”

Sora laughs so much when he sees the skeptical look Riku gives him. However, when the ball starts, Riku has to admit that Sora is, indeed, a good dancer. He switches partners and  has not a single hesitation to mix with the crowd, and he laughs so much with these people. They meet several times and each time, Riku is literally holding his breath. Sora is glowing, his aura is even more attractive like that.

 And then the ambiance and the joy of the people all around helps him getting rid of his shyness and he has plenty of fun too. The highlight of the dance is when Rapunzel arrives and that Sora and her start a very energic and cheerfull dance together. 

Sora was right, Riku thinks - that place is so alive, and partying there is refreshing. So different of what they both know. 

After the dance, everyone spreads out in the streets. The two islander boys stop at a stall to grab something to eat, then they go to the shore, talking about the best moments of the festival. It is a calm and relaxing moment and Riku cherishes those instants spent with his friend. 

As the night falls, Riku notices that everyone gathers near the row boats moored a few steps away from them. He guesses that Sora didn’t bring him here for nothing, and he is right: a few seconds after, Sora shows him a boat and tells him to wait inside. When he comes back - which takes him five minutes - he is holding two lanterns, a big smile on his face.

“Surprise!” 

“What’s going on?” asks Riku. 

“We’re going to launch the lanterns over the lake!” announces Sora, proud that he managed to keep the secret until the very end. “I wanted to surprise you. You’ll see how beautiful it is!” 

Riku observes the people around them, climbing into the row boats. They are many, as much as they were during the Ball. The Princess must be very loved by her people, he thinks. But he isn’t jealous. 

“So, all of this is on the sake of Princess Rapunzel.”   

“Yes. Her parents were looking for her, since she was kidnapped as a baby, that’s why they created that celebration for. But Rapunzel loved it so much, that even after they found each other, she insisted that they keep on celebrating her birthday that way.”

Riku knows a bit of Rapunzel’s story because Sora had talked about it a little bit before. It is a beautiful story, and most of all a story that ends well. That is enough to make him smile. 

Sora hands him a lantern. 

“We have to make a wish before throwing them, so think about yours.” 

Riku ignores why, but it looks that it is very important to his friend that he makes a wish. He said that while looking at him right in the eyes. He promises he is going to find a wish to make; he has plenty of stuff he wants, so he is pretty sure that he’s not going to have any problems in finding something to ask for. He has no idea what Sora is going to ask, though. 

“Do we tell the wishes out loud?”

“Certainly not!” says Sora.

After that, they slowly move away from the dock, rowing with their lanters placed between them. The sky is purple now, but they can still see clearly. They watch the many other spectators on boats, waiting for the signal to launch their lanterns. It is soothing to hear the the distant sound of their conversations mingled with the sound of water lapping peacefully. 

They spend dozens of minutes in silence before Riku asks: “So, why did you want to bring me here?”

“Why not?” Sora is slightly taken aback by the question. 

“I don’t know. Just asking.” 

Maybe it is a silly question, he just realizes. But somehow, he feels like he has to ask. Because he really, really wonders, why would Sora chose him among others to do this? Or why just him? But maybe there isn’t any reasons. Sora is generous, he has always been. 

Sora shrugs. “Well, it’s just that, the first time I saw these lanterns, they reminded me of something, but I couldn’t put my finder on it. Then, I just thought that I had to show you this. That’s when I realized. Light in the dark? That’s just you, isn’t it? They made me think of you, so I just had to show you.”

His smile is wide as he says that, but that isn’t that that moves Riku, it’s his words. He is perfectly aware that however kind these words were, Sora has no idea of how much they are meaningful to him. To imagine that light in the dark is a worthwhile comparison to himself is enough to make him want to cry. Yet he doesn’t. He just doesn’t know what to say. He wants to ask his friend what he really means by that but suddenly, the darkness is tinged with orange gleams. So he just says: 

“Sora, we should try to make these lanterns fly.”

“Let me light them”, proposes Sora before joigning the action to his words. 

Then he hands his light to Riku. “And don’t forget to make your wish!”

“Do I really have to though?”

“Don’t know. I just think it’s the perfect moment to do this, right?” 

Riku closes his eyes, then thinks before finding his dearest wish: to be able to share many other moments like that one with Sora. That’s just it. When he opens his eyes, his friend is staring at him, smiling. He says nothing but he offers him is own lantern. He signs him to do the same. Riku asks himself if Sora invented the “we exchange lanterns before we throw them into the sky” bit, but he likes the idea: they entrust each other with their wishes. It makes the moment even more special. Intimate. 

They do the launching of the lanterns together. The lanterns grazs the water before starting to rise into the sky, and then, they turn around each other, like they are attracted together. After a while, they disappear among the other lights in the sky, and they lose sight of them. Riku looks Sora who is pointing at a boat full of people, throwing what looked like a swarm of fireflies. 

A light in the dark, he thinks. Yeah, that defines what Sora represents to him just fine. He hopes he will one day have the courage to tell him that. He grabs Sora’s hands; his friend looks back at him. He looks so happy.

“So, do you like it?” 

“Yes. Of course I do. It’s wonderful. Thank you so much for bringing me here.”

Sora looks particularly pleased to hear that. He adds nothing and both of them just enjoy the scenery. They even talk to a few other passengers. Il is a cheerful moment, maybe a little melancholic too, but most of all, magic. 

Riku asks where the lanterns are going now. Perhaps, like them, they will find themselves scattered in distant horizons, or maybe they will be separated; perhaps they will face storms, or they will be stranded in an unknown place. But at the end, thinks Riku, looking at Sora, at the end, all that matters is the wish that binds them together. 

♥♥♥

I have been promising ya’ll to translate and post that fanfiction since mid 2020. Can’t believe me it took me that long. I’m so, so sorry for that :’) I hope you will like that fanfic. As usual I’m sorry for my English. I did my best but I don’t think it’ll ever be perfect. Thank you for reading this, do not hesitate to say what you think about it :)

[tommybaholland]

when they’re grumpy but their s/o wants attention [1.5k follower special]

featuring: kuroo, kenma, akaashi, nishinoya, and kageyama

thank you for sharing this fun celebration with me! can’t wait to host more :) enjoy! x 

kuroo

he’s not super temperamental but he can develop a short fuse when he’s stressed or overwhelmed 

you’ll try to get him to take a break but he gets stern really quick 

when he doesn’t give in like usual, you take defeat and leave the room

he immediately feels bad that he snapped at you 

he will hug and kiss you until you accept his ample apology 

“oh. hey, beautiful,” your boyfriend greeted after you wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind.

“what are you doing?” you asked, leaning down to look at the screen. 

“just work again.”

“do you wanna take a break and come cuddle with me?” 

“i wish i could, babe, but i need to get this done.”

“but you’ve been working forever. please, tetsu?” you give him your best pouty, puppy dog eyes that he always falls for. 

“not right now,” he replies shortly. 

you start playing with his hair, something you know he can’t resist. 

“babe, seriously. i’ll come cuddle with you later. now, please, i need to finish this. can you just leave me alone for another half hour?”

“fine.” 

“no, baby. wait--” the door slammed behind you before he could finish his sentence. he swears under his breath, knowing that he hurt your feelings. he quickly exits his work and gets up to go find you. 

you’re sitting on the couch, looking at something on your phone. he saunters over and immediately puts his head in your lap. 

“i’m sorry, kitten. i shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. i’ve been stressed with everything lately but that’s no excuse because you don’t deserve that. i’m sorry.”

you sigh and try to get up but he stops you by wrapping his arms around your hips, pressing his face into your midsection. 

“no, baby, please don’t go. i need you and your cuddles. pleeeeaaasssseee,” he pleads, hugging you tighter. he feels your stomach vibrate against his face and he looks up to see you laughing lightly. 

“what’s so funny?” he chuckles with you. 

“nothing,” you reply, putting a hand in his hair. “you’re just so cute.”

“does this mean you forgive me?” he asks, sitting up. 

“i suppose you can be forgiven.”

“i’ll take it. now, c’mere.” he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him to accept the many kisses he places on your cheek. 

kenma

he gets frustrated or irritated kinda easily 

mostly when he can’t complete a stage in one of his games 

he can displace his anger onto you when you want to snuggle up to him 

he doesn’t realize what he did until later when he finds you sitting by yourself

he has a simple apology but he makes up for the lack of attention he’s given you 

you always knew where to find kenma. in his room, playing a game. if it’s new, you probably won’t see him for a while as he tries to spend all his free time trying to complete it so visits to his house were frequent. 

even if you had an outing planned, he would try to get in some gameplay beforehand. 

“hey, ken,” you greeted as you entered his room.

he doesn’t respond for a few seconds as he vigorously mashes buttons to defeat the battle he was on. he lets out a frustrated grunt as the ‘lose’ screen taunts him before turning to you. 

“oh, hey.” 

“are you ready to go?” 

“yeah. um, let me just try one more time to beat this,” he negotiates. 

“okay,” you reply as you sit close next to him. he restarts the stage and you watch him play until you yawn and start to lean your head on his shoulder. 

“y/n, i can’t do this while you’re-- oh, god. no!” 

he loses again, causing him to harshly nudge you off his shoulder. 

“ugh, i was so close just then. why do you have to lean on me like that?”

“i’m sorry. i was just kinda tired.”

“well, maybe you should get more sleep so you don’t make me lose again,” he snaps. he mutters under his breath before picking the controller back up and starting again. 

he barely even notices you’re gone until he completes the stage on the next round. he gets up and goes to look for you. he finds you sitting outside his house, presumably waiting for him. he frowns, feeling guilty about what he said to you and continued playing instead of apologizing to you. you could’ve been sitting out here forever. 

“y/n?” he says softly, getting your attention. “i’m sorry. i was mad at the game, not you. i didn’t mean it like that. i’m ready to go now if you want.” 

you’re not totally convinced which prompts him to sit down next to you. he leans his head on your shoulder just like you had to him earlier. he slowly reaches his hand over to yours, interlocking your fingers. 

“i really like when you lean on me. please don’t listen to anything i say when i’m playing games.”

you sigh. “it’s okay. i forgive you. let’s go.” 

he nods, standing up with his hand still in yours. 

“can i have a hug?” he asks cutely, his other hand reaching for your elbow. 

you grin and nod, letting him pull you into him. he hugs you tightly, his fingers tickling your back as they brush across. he pulls away, his hands moving to hold either side of your head to kiss the tip of your nose. 

“okay, let’s go.” 

he holds your hand the whole way there. 

akaashi

he’s pretty calm and not quick to yell like kuroo but he can let stress take over easily

he’ll try to take a nap to relieve it but you come over as a surprise 

he doesn’t take it too well and ‘snaps’ at you 

you end up leaving his house completely and now he feels like he can’t just nap this one away

hugs and cuddles you as he apologizes 

he had finally felt the sweet embrace of his bed after the longest day ever. he just wanted to sleep it all away, easing his aching muscles. what felt like seconds later, he heard your voice. 

“keiji,” you roused, rubbing a hand over his back. “are you sleepy, babe?”

he groaned, shifting over to face away from you. 

“i’m trying to nap, baby. what are you doing here?”

“i just wanted to surprise you. you seemed like you were having a bad day,” you explained.

“yeah. i was. and you just woke me up.”

“oh, i’m sorry. i can rub your back if you want.”

“i want to take a nap. alone.”

“oh. i, um-- okay,” you stuttered, getting up quickly and leaving the room without another word. 

he couldn’t go back to sleep after that. you wanted to make him feel better and he only pushed you away. he quickly got out of bed, hoping he could catch up with you. you weren’t very far from his house as he rushed down the street. 

“y/n? please, wait!” 

you stop in your tracks but don’t turn around. his heart is hammering against his chest as he stops behind you, trying to catch his breath.

“i’m...sorry.”

“why are you apologizing? i’m the one who ruined your nap,” you reminded him. 

he walks around to stand in front of you, pretty eyes looking down at your wilted figure.

“no, you didn’t, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. i was being a jerk and didn’t need to say that to you. i think i need you more than i need a nap. although, you and a nap would be nice, too.” 

your lips perked up slightly in a smile, making him lean down to get a better look at your face.

“is that a smile i see? no, don’t hide it. c’mere, beautiful.”

he takes you in his arms, hugging you tightly. he rocks you from side to side as he leans his head on top of yours. 

“i would love for you to join me for some cuddles. but i’ll probably fall asleep.”

you agree, smiling at him before he gives you a sweet kiss. he leads you back to his house where you go back into his room. you get all comfy under the covers with him lying on top of you, his head on your chest. 

he kisses your cheek a few times before laying down. “thank you, baby.” 

nishinoya 

he’s usually a very bright and happy-go-lucky boy but he can get irritated 

he’ll get way too amped up about something and then get frustrated when it doesn’t play out how he thinks 

he does get loud when he lets it all out on you as you’re trying to comfort him 

you try to hide your tears and leave him alone but he cannot believe he just yelled at you 

he will literally get on his hands and knees as he apologizes 

you liked to meet up with him after his practice so that you could walk home together. seeing him in the gym, you decided to surprise him by placing your hands on his shoulder and using him to brace yourself as you jumped into the air, which is something he would often do to you and his teammates. 

“hey, sweetie,” he greeted after turning around, looking kinda solemn.

“you ready to go?”

“yeah. let’s go.”

you followed him out but he didn’t take your hand like he would whenever you walked home. he could never hide his feelings though.

“ugh, i missed almost every dig today. every one! i’m so pissed, i’m going to do so many push-ups-- what are you doing!?”

he snatched his hand away from you when you tried to hold it. you winced at his sudden outburst. 

“um, i just wanted to hold your hand.”

“are you even listening to me? i’m really pissed off right now, babe.”

“i- i’m sorry,” you apologized. his heart broke when he heard the break in your voice and seeing your eyes become glossy. what was worse, he was the cause of it. 

you tried to push the tears back into your eyes. “i’ll walk by myself.” 

he grabbed your wrist quickly to stop you. “no, wait.”

you couldn’t hold it in and started sobbing. your hands coming up to cover your face. 

“don’t cry, beautiful,” he consoled, wrapping his arms around you. “that was stupid of me to yell at you. i love when you want to hold my hand. my emotions just got the best of me.”

“it’s, it’s okay,” you sobbed, wiping your eyes. 

“no, it’s not!” he declares. “what do i have to do to make it okay? please tell me, sweetheart.”

“oh, i know--”

“that’s okay, noya. you don’t have to--”

he was literally on his hands and knees in the middle of the road asking for your forgiveness. 

“oh, my sweet, beautiful, gorgeous, smart, strong s/o! will you please forgive me and my idiot self for being a bad boyfriend?”

“noya, you’re not a bad boyfriend. please get off the ground.”

“not until you forgive me!” he wraps his arms around your middle, pressing his face into your tummy. 

“okay, okay. i forgive you,” you laughed. 

“yay!” he jumps up and into your arms, kissing you many times on the head. “you are my favorite person and i can’t stand to see you cry.” 

“now will you hold my hand?”

“of course. can i kiss you too?” 

kageyama

he’s known to be habitually grumpy 

he enjoys your presence the most so if he starts getting short with you, you know something’s bothering him 

yells like noya but you’ve heard it before so you’re able to leave him to cool off 

he’ll eventually realize he was being dumb and didn’t need to yell at you

but he’s not the smoothest at apologizing  

kageyama did not like school. he’d rather play volleyball for the rest of his life. he was good at it, he memorized all the plays, and he could understand it. but when he actually does study and still gets a bad grade, you’ll never hear the end of it.

“ugh, this is so stupid. i thought i studied enough!” he vented as you two sat in his room together. 

“it’s alright, tobi. we’ll just try something different next time, that’s all,” you consoled, patting him on the shoulder 

“pft. easy for you to say,” he grumbled.

“excuse me?”

“you get good grades all the time without any effort. it doesn’t make sense.”

“i actually try very hard and i want to help you--”

“well, i don’t need your help!” he blurts out, shifting away from your touch.

your lips draw into a hard line “that’s fine. i just don’t want you to get discouraged about school, that’s all. you know i care about you,” you reasoned. you could tell he was already on a short fuse and were currently trying to defuse him. 

“i just think that you should--”

“look, you’re not my mom! can you just shut up about this now? i’m done talking about it.”

you nod quietly before packing up your things and leaving. it was obvious he needed some time to himself and you weren’t about to be on the receiving end of his aggressions. 

later that night, there was a knock on your door. it was none other than your grumpy boyfriend who looked rather remorseful. 

“uh, hi.”

“what’s up?”

“i, i know you probably don’t want me here right now but i just wanted to say that i’m sorry.”

you simply nodded, the silence allowing him to keep talking. 

“i was being a dumb jerk. i know you care about me and i really, really care about you. i feel like i don’t appreciate you enough for everything that you do for me.” he looks down, ashamed of how unfulfilling his love seems compared to yours. 

“that’s not true, tobi,” you negate, reaching to him. “i know you care about me. you just have a different way of showing it. like coming here late at night with a-- is that a bento box?” 

“it’s some snacks my mom helped me make. she said this is good brain food. i was hoping you could help me with some homework.  also,” he looks away from you once more.

“i can’t go to the tournament if i don’t pass japanese lit. could you please help me?”

you look him up and down for a few moments before grinning. “of course i can.”

you let him into the house. you feel a tugging on your shirt and turn around to see him standing there awkwardly. 

“yes?”

“would you-- can you hug me, please?”

you don’t respond except with a smile and simply wrap your arms around his waist. he hugs you tightly, burying his face in your neck. 

“thank you. love you so much.” 

he has lots to learn, but he’ll get there and one day, it’ll be as easy as volleyball. 

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[peachysamu]

Draken lifts up a plush penguin and brings it eye level so that he may stare it down with a distasteful glower. Mouth downturned, he glares at the perky penguin with a cute scarf and blushed cheeks before averting the urge to wring its neck (and avoiding a scolding from you because you adamantly insist he’s innocent) by pinching it’s nose.

“You are the bane of my existence.” Draken tells it as he sets it on the corner of your coffee table. Then he takes a glance around his home, eyes landing on each detested item that the two of you have had to arrange this morning. The amount of penguin decor is absolutely disgusting. Two custom embroidered penguin stockings hang on the wall, one with your name and the other with his. There’s a kitchen mat with three penguins playing in the snow, a nutcracker with the red hat and all, mugs and rubber spatulas adorned by those yellow beaks in the front row for display, and of course the retro wooden figurine that had been gifted last year of two penguins, one being overwhelmingly taller than the other.

“That one’s you, Ken-chin,” Mikey pointed to the larger of the birds, “Don’t you think it matches you two?”

And before Draken could lose his cool, you gripped his elbow and butted in with gratitude. “Yes! I definitely see the resemblance. Thank you Mikey!”

He has no idea what prompted Mikey to continue this theme of gift-giving. In all honesty, he’d rather receive no present at all than to deal with another Santa hat-wearing, tuxedo-looking home decor. The first gift, the plush that Draken now wants to turn into a chew toy, was a housewarming one, to make your place a little livelier, Mikey had said. It was well-received and had its own perch on a shelf for quite a while. But now it seems Mikey cannot walk through the threshold of your home without another penguin accessory and if not all decor items are properly displayed when he visits, Mikey takes it as an affront to his character.

With a fake tremble in his lips, he’d clutch his chest and go, “Why have you forsaken me, Ken-chin?” And every single fucking time, you’d fall for the pity party and take it out on him instead. 

So a routine has been formed for whenever Mikey decides to visit. Draken and you have to pull out a large box hidden in the guest room closet and spend one hour preparing your house for his arrival.

“I think that’s all of them,” You say to your boyfriend with a tired sigh as you step into place next to him and admire the atrocity. Mikey himself is tiring, but this? Exhausting.

Draken clutches the back of your head and pulls you into his side as he lets out another sigh, grateful that the hard part is now over. “Thank fuck.”

“It’s not too bad, really.” Draken snorts at your poor attempt to lighten the mood.

“Our house looks like the inside of a fucking Sea World gift shop. Why do we even do this?”

You giggle a bit as you turn on the fairy lights you set up a week ago trying to literally brighten your dreary exteriors. Draken’s eyes sparkle, even just for a moment at the change of ambience. “Because we love him.”

He expels another breath, possibly the hundredth one today. “I do.” But his hand searches for yours as he whisks you back into his embrace. Cheery he finally feels as he watches your expectant expression turn into a slight scowl when you realize he’s stopped himself only millimeters away from your lips. “And because I love you and I know you’d force me to sleep on the couch with all these damn birds watching if I didn’t.”

“Oh yeah?” And you pucker your lips as you aim for his. Too bad he’s a little too fast for you. His smile brightens into a full blown chuckle and though you’re irritated, his happiness has always been infectious. “Then why won’t you kiss me?”

“Because you look cute like that. Come on.” Draken beckons you with his hand mockingly as he stands up straight, “Come up here and give me a kiss.”

“That’s not fair.” Those luscious lips of yours form a pout, but you give it your best shot anyways. Grabbing him by the shirt, you do your best to tug him down, even letting yourself go limp so that gravity may do the work for you, but he doesn’t budge.

Draken shakes his head, amused, “No, that’s not how this works. You need to come up here.”

But just as he says that, a ring alerts you that someone, Mikey, is at your door. Panic in your eyes, you turn back with a desperation that Draken mimics.

“Please, for the hate of all penguins, kiss me now so that we can survive this day.”

You’re not even done with your sentence before he grapples you into a feverish kiss, molding your body against his as he wraps his two arms around you.

You’re panting when he lets go, but now there’s grit in his stare that builds courage in your own.

“Okay.” You nod.

He repeats with a puffer chest, “Okay.”

“We can do this.”

The doorbell rings one more time. Draken grabs your hand.

“Let’s fucking do this.”

[undertale-writing-times]

Imagine this, one night the rain is falling heavily outside. Everyone has tucked in for the night as the clock strikes midnight, though a certain skeleton and his s/o have yet to fall asleep. Dusty has come to visit his lover's au again due to repeating nightmares of them either dying or suddenly disappearing, and once he revealed this to them they promptly took him into his arms and tucked them both to bed.

Dusty is resting against their chest as he's being held within their embrace, though he will feel their arm move as their fingers suddenly come to stroke along his cheek. They start to hum a little as they trail their thumb over his cheekbone, and then they say: "I promise I won't ever leave you, Dusty. You have to believe me on that." A gentle kiss is placed on top of his skull, and they move again to tighten their embrace around him. They want him to feel secure and protected from anything or anyone out there who wishes to do him any harm. They cannot do much compared to him when sheer power is involved, but they can give him emotional support. They can hold him and reassure him that he is cherished, and that is exactly what they will do now. "I love you, Dusty. I always will." They'll say. "I know you don't think you deserve any of this, you've said so sometimes in your sleep… but I think you do." They lean in to nuzzle against his skull. "I think you deserve every ounce of love that I can give you."

His reaction to this, pretty please?

I literally teared up while writing this so... good luck :)

Dusty hated the fact that he had to do this.

Why the hell was his mind being so mean to him? Why did it like to make him see things that didn't happen? Or maybe it did! Maybe he killed his datemate in another timeline, and that means that he could do it in this AU too.

Pappy told him to do it a lot.

"You'll get more LV! That's what you want, isn't it? That's why you killed me. Isn't it? Isn't it?!" and no matter how much he tried, he could never get Pappy to shut up. He yelled, he shouted, he cried… nothing worked.

The only time Pappy would really shut up and go away, is when Dusty was killing, unless he was in danger then Pappy would show up and help him. It was… strange.

He was laid in their bed with them, his arms wrapped around them tightly, his head rested against their chest his chest rising and falling with soft breaths, trying his best to stay calm.

He didn't need this. He didn't need this much panic. He told them about his dreams, and they had been laying together in silence for a little.

When he felt the first touch, he almost flinched away, his breath hitching the smallest amount and his eyes shoot up to see their face.

They were looking at him, and they start to talk, "I promise I won't ever leave you, Dusty. You have to believe me on that." they say, while tracing their fingers against his cheek bones. They kissed his skull, and say to him, "I love you, Dusty. I always will." They said. "I know you don't think you deserve any of this, you've said so sometimes in your sleep… but I think you do." They nuzzle his skull, and mumble, "I think you deserve every ounce of love that I can give you."

He spoke in his sleep? They… he lets out the weakest and most broken whimper that he had ever heard from himself, and his soul hurt. A monster with this much LV, anyone with this much, shouldn't be able to feel this.

He shouldn't have to deal with this but… he was.

Letting out a shaky breath, he leans forward, nuzzling his skull against their cheek, then into their neck, mostly to hide letting out a shaky breath "T…Thank you Y/n," he mumbles, and clenches onto the back of their shirt, "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry" he didn't know if he was saying sorry to them, his brother, or… just anyone else.

He just felt like he should say that he was sorry.

[formerlyjannafaye]

In response to your question about favourite Mileven moments, let me share a few of mine:

* Season 1: the first meeting — we know now that Mike was basically thunderstruck by El the very first moment he saw her, and the cinematography sets this up perfectly. The raging storm, the literal bolts of thunder and lightning as Mike turns his flashlight to El, the long holding shot of the two just staring rapt at one another. But it’s all the quiet moments in this season too. Mike shows such gentle patience with El, helping to establish and respect boundaries like privacy, making her laugh, making her feel safe. He’s so soft with her. He centres her and cherishes her from the start.

* Season 2: the reunion — even now, I cannot watch this scene without getting teary. We’ve seen the raw longing for one another from both Mike and El. He calls her every day, he never gives up hope; she visits him in the Void in lieu of being able to see him in real life, and they are living miserable half-lives apart from one another. The reunion feels earned, and the acting from both is off the charts. You see a million emotions cross both their faces as soon as they see one another. As the Runaway Max book says, all the “pinched meanness” that had been etched into Mike’s face for a year just vanishes in that moment. A close second is of course the Snow Ball. It’s so sweetly romantic, Mike makes himself vulnerable to El, they will learn how to slow dance together and that’s when you really feel that’s it’s the first of so many things they will learn together and from each other over the course of their lives. It’s soul mate energy of the sweetest, gentlest kind, and holds so much promise.

* Season 3: physical touch — I did not love S3, and while it’s not vintage Mileven, there’s still so much to appreciate. My heart was so happy just watching them being able to hang out, make out, spend time together. It was extremely necessary. But it wasn’t all hormones. This is where you notice how tethered they are to one another, their shared orbit. Even when nominally on a break, they can’t stop touching, seeking out one another for physical reassurance in moments of danger, stress, anxiety. Their bonds run deep, and cannot be severed.

* Season 4: the ‘I love you’ — I did have to suspend my belief slightly that Mike had never even written “love” in a letter, but the Duffers sold it to me in the end. I love this season for underscoring just how much Mike demonstrates his love for El, he’s very “show” but not yet “tell”. His love language of acts of devotion and physical touch are so very clear — a promise ring, a million letters, a handpicked bunch of flowers, zany outfit in El’s favourite colours. El is so excited to see Mike she can hardly breathe. They are so connected, tethered, in tune that being apart makes them lesser versions of themselves. It’s shown through the eventual “I love you” — Mike’s singular, unswerving, from-the-very-first-moment love uplifts El, it buoys and raises her, it gives her courage, confidence, surety to be her best self. It’s beautiful — their love is deep, binding (“I don know how to live without you “) and UNCONDITIONAL (“I love you on your good days, I love you on your bad days”). Unconditional love is so crucial to El, who has only ever known affection and positive reinforcement for her ‘magical’ accomplishments. The unwavering love of Mike makes her soar.

I literally could not be happier about where these two are at come the end of S4. Apparently, the OG groups are coming back in S5, and I live for Mike displaying heart, leadership and being the ultimate hype man for El. Power couple. Dream team. My OTP ❤️🫶🏻

OMG, I read this when I first woke up this morning and I still can't properly respond to it. This is beautiful. And all true. And I am dizzy.

I have always loved the way the camera zooms in and focuses on Mike after they find El. The Duffers did not do that on accident. Have you ever seen the script for that page? *SWOON* Please go find it and read it if you haven't - the Duffers had a plan from the beginning and we are enjoying the fruits of it!

I think that while S2 kept Mike and El apart for almost the entire season, which was so hard after seeing them together for all of season 1, it allowed them to have a relationship that is as epic and deep as it is, because, as you said, they are miserable without each other. It is incredibly clear that this goes beyond some silly crush. Their reunion also still makes me tear up to this day. THE ACTING. MY GOD we are so lucky to have Finn and Millie at the helm of these characters. GOD. I've never seen anything like it. That might be my favourite scene of ST period.

I am SOOOO with you about S3 - when I see people say 2 is the worst and 3 is their fave or second fave I'm like, what?!?! BUT I am so thankful for the Mileven it gave us, and how happy El was, genuinely happy. They got a few months to be together and make out and be normal happy teenagers and heal a bit from their time apart and I'm glad we got to see it! I wish we could see it more but I know, unless there's a flash forward epilogue, we won't get to see them just happy and settled again. So I treasure it.

You take on S4 - what could I possibly add?! You got it, boo. I agree 1 million percent. Your summary makes me want to end this reply and start writing fan fiction - which I'm literally going to do!

THANK YOU FOR SCREAMING WITH ME!