#[[assholes yelling at each other. a saga.]]

[bishop-percival]

The Return

[[I wrote a lil thing. It's important to the story! Read it if you care! :^)) I put it under a readmore bc it's long.]]

It was a quiet morning for the Church of Glorn, otherwise known as the COG, also known as Glornch. The Most Reverend Bishop Percival was in his personal vestry and office, leaned back in his red leather chair, feet propped up on his ornate cherry wood desk. He was flicking a flame from his fingers up into the air and catching it back in his palm like a bored schoolboy. 

There was a knock at the door. In classic Glornist fashion, the priest Reverend Mike entered into the office without giving the bishop a chance to say ‘come on in’ or ‘go away.’ Mike stepped up to the desk and bowed 

“Greetings, Your Excellency. I’ve returned from my mission in Lapilli.” He popped back up grinning. “And it was quite successful! You should have seen their temples. Extremely ornate, carved out of cliffs of igneous rock, dedicated to a myriad of flame deities-”

Percival interrupted. “That’s great, Two-eyes. Whaddya bring back.” 

“A- Oh, yes…” Mike reached up into his cassock and dug around before excitedly pulling out a beautifully intricate statuette of some god, carved out of a bright orange stone. He also pulled out a necklace meticulously woven with small golden chains that connected to a giant red gemstone at the center. “I of course brought back more, but here are the real standouts! This is a statuette of Kri’tilar, the head honcho goddess of the Lapilli folk, said to have-”

Percival interrupted again, pointing at the necklace. “Uh huh. Tell me about that there pendant. Is it magical?”

Mike’s eye twitched slightly. 

“Uh… Yes, it is. Get this! It imbues the wearer with high-leveled heat resistance! This will be great for future missions. No more relying on Mir’s potions!”

The bishop reached his hand out toward the priest. Assuming he just wanted a closer look at the necklace, Mike plopped it into Percy’s hand. Percy stuffed it in his sleeve.  

“You’re right! Good find, Two-eyes.” He leaned back in his chair. “Well, thanks for the update. Run along now. There’s a lot of work ‘round here you oughta be catching up on.”

Mike stood in place and gripped his fists.

 “...Excuse me? Your Excellency, that necklace is going in the crypt, where the rest of our relics belong. Y’know, for the clergy to use as needed. It’s not yours to keep.” 

The bishop set his feet down on the ground, leaned forward, and shot Mike a deadly glare. “This one is mine. Got it?” 

He was then reminded of something, and pulled open a drawer to grab two pieces of paper before handing them to the priest. “Oh yeah, by the way- Take care of this, will ya?”

Mike snatched the papers and speedily skimmed the one that looked like a printed-off email. Paying rent to Commander Peepers? Injuring a lieutenant? Huh? He then looked at the other, a billing statement. His eye widened so much it could have fallen off his body.

“NEARLY FOUR-HUNDRED FUCKING GRAND?” Mike gripped the papers so hard they tore at the sides. He looked back up to meet the bishop’s eye. “YOUR EXCELLENCY??”

Percival waved his hand dismissively. “You can blame Shep for that. We’ll just use the huge donation that the new deacon gave us. Glory? Gloria?” He again leaned back in his chair and sighed. “Also heard Shep was in medbay for whatever reason. Another job of yours will be to pay them a visit. Remind them what happens when you run your mouth.”

At this point, the priest’s eye was red and veiny with pure anger. He exploded.

“YOU’RE one to talk, Percival! You had me play Mr. Damage Control on your dumb blog when you started openly threatening people on it!” 

Percy didn’t respond, and instead gazed nonchalantly at the wall. Mike slapped his hands onto the desk and leaned forward. 

“What has gotten into you? It’s like you’ve forgotten how to run this damned church! We don’t OPENLY threaten people! We do that shit behind the scenes! We used to be respected! People other than clergy actually attended sermons! Now no one trusts us and our standing on this ship is falling apart!” 

The bishop had enough of this attitude and the annoying yapping that came with it. He stood up and snapped back at the priest, getting in his face. 

“THEN GO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.” 

Mike didn’t back down.

“YOU do something about it! You’re the bishop for Glorn’s sake! You hold the most power, in more ways than one! Why do you even bother collecting up demonic energy if you don’t use any of it to our benefit? If anything, it's like you're deliberately running us to the ground, killing off our deacons and shit!"

Percival narrowed his eyelid and straightened up.

“...How do you know about that?” 

Ah man. Mike really let that secret slip out, huh? His immediate idea was to rat out Teddy. He opened his mouth to speak but… He got to thinking. Ratting out Teddy would still put him in a suspicious position, because then how did Mike get that information from Teddy? He also didn’t want to scrap Teddy just yet. Besides… Mike was in a risky mood. He decided to change up his story, knowing it was going to get him into deep trouble.

“I… I faked passing out at our last summoning ritual. I snuck some potion. I saw and heard everything, Percival.”

The bishop grew livid. He lunged across his desk and grabbed a hold of Mike’s neck, throttling him.

“YOU IGNORAMUS! It was YOU who Xryxy sensed! It was YOU who embarrassed me in front of It! It was YOU who cheated me out of a better deal!”

He then let go, dropping Mike to the floor. Percival got down from his desk and walked around it to stand over the priest. 

“Since you’re sooo curious about my power, how about I give you a personal demonstration?” 

He went to reach down, but stopped in his tracks when something in the doorway caught his attention. Mike noticed the hesitation and looked at the doorway as well. 

The priestess Reverend Miriam, Mike’s sister, stood staring back at the two. 

She spoke sharply. “What’s going on here?”

Percy put on a smile. “Oh! Eyelash! I was just about to beat up your brother. Wanna join in?”

Miriam stepped into the room. Mike scowled. Of course she wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to antagonize her brother. Except… much to Mike’s surprise, she didn’t start to kick him. Instead, she grabbed Percival’s arm and plunged her hand into his sleeve, snatching out the magical necklace while he stood frozen with surprise. 

“Thought I sensed something new here. I’m taking this to reorganize the crypt. Don’t touch it or any other relic until I finish re-cataloging everything.” 

She bent down to grab the back of Mike’s collar and began to drag him backwards out of the room while he remarked some ‘ows!’ and ‘heys!’.

“I’m also taking this. You can beat him up later. I need him to submit a mission report.”

The bishop simply watched as the two made their way out of his vestry, closing the door behind them. He growled and clenched his fists. 

“Damned Eyelash” he mumbled before going back to his chair to resume mindlessly flicking a flame into the air. 

—

The priest and priestess made their way to the crypt (of course, Mike had freed himself from Miriam’s grip to walk.)

After a moment of silence, Mike spoke up.

“How much of that little convo did you hear?”

Miriam curtly replied.

“All.”

“... Do you care about any of it? Of Percy building up magical energy for who knows what, of the COG’s place on the Skullship being threatened?”

“No.”

Mike sighed. 

“Thought so.” 

He doubted she meant that, though. He knew if she truly didn’t care, she would have left him in that bishop’s office to die. Mike silently began brainstorming his next moves the rest of the way to the crypt.

[the-firebird69]

I'm thinking about what my husband said trying to motivate people by me being near him. No Jenna have some kind of breakdown and said I go to the hospital she's in there saying I'm fine I need my neck checked out the start of the routine and she said I need to have my neck checked out but it hurts that's why I came here and they said we heard you were distraut so since I'm fine now mentally I need to have my neck checked out like 10 times finally she said that I'm going to have to go somewhere else and this one's using the waiting room and they said we can't let you leave until you sign this release so she's going up to the desk and then trying to box her in those are the door and says I'm calling my lawyer to follow me out I'm calling the police so they said no she's going out to right behind her then she said I have mace you get the f*** away from me and they said we don't think so and she said yeah I think so and she took the mace out and they turned around said you got another lawsuit here and you have to document it somewhere else trying to remember the names down and she's documenting it and she's going to suit two places meanwhile Lily was going to drive the car home and it's just a fender there's a little loose in the cops said he can't and said it's not a bumper that's the fender and he said don't argue with me this morning so she said I'd like to know what it is and he said you can't drive it in this condition and all sudden another cop said it's not really that bad I've seen worse but you have to point it out for the law and the cop said that might fall off and she said okay I'm tired on there I'm tired on and you said no the other cop said I need you to come over here for a minute and start talking to him so Lily drove away and yeah that happened and she took it to an auto shop now take it home and she's going to have it towed away and these people are assholes so they start tons of s*** with people like that Gallagher there's John Gallagher and he said I really apologize for yelling that number out but he's such a p**** that I felt I should so what do you want me to do anyways pull your head off so people have superpowers and he had nervous and he said no get the f*** away from me by the way I'm going to take you all to the morgue and they heard it and it said what for except for those two but then I want them to understand what it's like if you b****** so they barked and they said we can't stand it said he's really him and all this stuff I said yeah I have like fourth graders chemistry said too but that's all you have and you hardly understand it they got really mad and says what does that mean it means you're stupid you can take it as a threat it means it's a test there's a way to tell your kind and race with a simple test I'm going to issue it now and we're going to get rid of you globally for this dumb s*** so my husband then rode off and I'm issuing the test and they fail every time and it's like blade runner and we don't give a crap because we want to try and survive and we don't care about you cuz you don't care about anyone and you admitted all the time so the rest of it went like crap they're going to go after each other and they're going to and all this stuff and I heard John Lord saying this is fine with all the enemy and you saying probably and you can handle it.

We have a few more things to announce and we'll do so in a moment

Thor Freya

Olympus

That was miserable but it was needed and they're going to fight each other and Jenna's saga has continued she got the car home she's calling for a tow truck and one of them said you're not supposed to be towed tells another one and he's coming in a few minutes they're going to tow it out and do an appraisal and so forth and she said how long do you think it'll take and she said I can't wait that long I'm going to try calling around and she tried and some people said like 2 months so she called the big shop and they said her books solid and no they said we have an opening tomorrow can you throw it out here today and it wasn't an accident yes how did it go it's somewhat drivable but I'd rather have it towed instead of okay and gave the address license plate so they're going to show up today and they're fighting because they told them not to drive away but the other cops said he she could and then they said who are you I said I'm the witness you saw her get hit because the guy was trying to quit me and it was Tommy f so he goes I've had enough of this s*** and it was not Tommy yeah so these people are mad and they say dumb things we got angry today that's ridiculous so we're going after them most of them

Hera

We have a schedule and an agenda and it's very big and we're going to plow over idiots from now on we do see what our son and daughter are saying he's dead on to the next one until they stop you happy and then the next group of yapping idiots

Thor Freya

Olympus

[ryupioupiou]

This thought just came of from nowhere, but I would like to hear your thoughts on it.

I am in therapy for some shit that happened to me when I was a kid/teenager (31 now and a nice little ball of anxiety for basically anything).

Long story short. Dad and mom divorced cuz dad cheated on her with what is now my stepmom. Married said stepmom and basically washed his hands of us. Meaning that while we still saw each other, my sister and I were at the bottom of the totem pole of dad's priorities. Even to this day.

Stepmom wanted me to be a perfect and feminine little doll, and learned that respecting other people is not in jer agenda.

But at the same time.... i think I may have to thank her for my english reading/speaking level now.

See, she did introduce me to the Inheritance saga by Christopher Paolini. I still love these books even though it has been a while since I last read them.

At first, I read them in French as it is my main language.

When book 2 came out, you bet I bought it like a lunatic. I was like... halfway through the book when I had to go to dad's for the weekend.

Stepmom saw I had the second book and just told me to give it to her so she could read it. Like... i am halfway through it, can't you wait? I am all for lending books, but still....

I was an avid reader at the time, could take me like 1 or 2 days max to read big books. I had to wait 2 MONTHS to get my book back cus stepmom only read a chapter a day max.

I was kinda bummed by this. And decided that, after that, I would buy read the English version of book 3.

And here is me, during my senior year of HS, reading this big ass hardcover book between two classes, in English. Other kids think I am nuts but hey... one of the reasons was "so stepmom cannot take it from me while I am reading it anymore".

And oh boy did it work. Felt guilty at first, but at the time, had absolutely zero self confidence to tell her to wait because I knew I would be guilt- tripped if not yelled at by dad for that.

Still don't have much self confidence tnh, even at 31. To the point of doubting myself, wondering if me liking a media is a mistake or not, but now I can read many books and tons of fanfics in English xD. To some authors' dismay as I dump some shitty headcanons on them :D.

Maybe I am the asshole for having done it this way, but i was so not respected that it was my way of resisting. And yes, I have little to no contact with dad and stepmom. Still trying to heal

[love-toxin]

Okay but imagine with the dnd dice, some of the jocks coming to bully Eddie. Who’s your friend but you both have crushes on each other. They’re pushing him around, even though he’ll shove them back if they do, while trying to stand in front of you to keep you out of it, until one of them snags his bag and throws it to the ground, luckily for Eddie mostly homework toppled out the front, the only personal thing peeking out being, his bag of dnd dice.

The guys immediately go for it of course, even as Eddie pleads with them not to mess with them. “What’s this? Got fucking freaky satanist symbols on his little goodie bag?” “Holy shit look inside! It’s those nerdy dice things.” “Want em back Munson?”

Everyone’s scrambling for them. One jock passes it to another, Eddie steals it from their hands, another guy manages to rip them from Eddie, until you yank them out of his. You only have seconds, two of the guys are on your back, as Eddie’s on theirs yelling at them to not dare touch you, while they try to prize your hands open. In a snap moment of decision, you turn around, so everyone can see you stuffing the bag of dice down your bra. At least everyone’s stopped fighting for a second, they’re all just a bit stunned.

“Now are any of you assholes going to put your hand down a lady’s top? For a little joke? Really? I’m sure coach would be thrilled to know that, especially so close to playoffs.”

Scoffing, they decide it’s not worth it and walk away, while you gingerly scoop the bag out from your chest. “Holy shit Ed’s, are you okay?”

Eddie’s just blank, blinking dumbfoundedly at you. “Uhhhh, yeah.”

“I’m so sorry about that. I just didn’t want them to wreck your stuff! I-“ you hand them over to him slightly embarrassed. Meanwhile Eddie’s taking them like his hands on fire, like it’ll burn his skin if he touches the material and he’ll have to yank his hand back, very gingerly gripping the strings of the now warm bag. “Wel- hey yeah, I mean no problem. Thanks y/n. Y-you kinda saved my ass, my dice anyway.” Now he finally lets out a laugh, and thankfully you do too. Eddie’s still very aware of how warm the bag in his palm is though as he grips it

ANON?!?!? OUT HERE WRITING A WHOLE FIC.....your brain is so big my god. so wrinkly ♡♡♡ imagine this is what begins the saga of eddie storing things in your bra--"i don't want those dickheads to get this thing that's very special to me, can you put it in your bra? please? 🥺" and you just say yes because he's giving you those big ol' doe eyes. imagine eddie running up to you in a panic and shoving a bag of drugs down your shirt, making you shriek in the process, and just begging you to keep them safe before he runs off because he has to hide them from the cops lest he get expelled. sigh.

[ronearoundblindly]

The Dignity of His Choice (15)

Image, Part Three (see previous or series)

Steve Rogers x wife!Reader from Fools Rush In Saga

Summary: As the song goes, it's a game of give and take.

Warnings: angst, language, verbal fighting, illusions to past trauma, more alternate Endgame universe tidbits

[I am aware I have no chill and am posting this anyway.]

One step forward. Two steps back.

Steve isn’t in bed when you wake up, and after a few minutes (thinking he’s gone to the bathroom or to get water), you realize there’s no one moving in the apartment. He’s not supposed to leave, so you panic and jump out of bed, scrambling into the living room…

…where Steve’s asleep on the couch again. But why?

It’s not a hard and fast rule in this house, but even when you fight, Steve is never exiled to the couch. You’ve always hated the notion of ‘being in the doghouse.’ You also never thought Steve would do something worth punishing in that way, so you understood him coming out here a few days ago, but now?

You thought it was going well, that you were getting back on the same page, that you both were relearning to trust each other. This is wrong. He hasn’t come out to sketch or sit awake or something. He’s just sleeping out here while you sleep in there. Like an asshole.

With your sea of sorrow evaporating since his return, you’re left with nothing to quell a tectonic shift in white-hot, molten rage. That is it. This is your limit.

“WHAT THE FUCK,” you shout, confused and furious.

Steve shoots up and swings his feet down to the floor, ready for anything while tangled in tartan, but by god, he is not ready for what’s brewing inside you.

“Stop leaving me, Steve!”

“I just—“ he stands and holds up his hands “—I was thinking about what—“

“Did you have a nightmare?” It wouldn’t be an excuse though.

His eyes are squeezed shut. “Of sorts, I just—“

“Do I not help you when you have nightmares anymore?”

“Honey, no—“

“I’m not comforting to you anymore?”

“What? No,” he mumbles, scrubbing his palms down his face, “you said something last night that—“

“Last night?! I said something, HOURS AGO, that made you abandon me in bed, and you’re just now telling me?”

“It’s not like that. I couldn’t tell you.” Steve shakes his head and tries reaching for you.

Fuck that.

“WHY?”

His eyes won’t meet yours while he stammers for the words. “Because…it has to do with…a thing, an event, a time that…isn’t for me to...“

“Right. Classified. It’s all fucking classified, isn’t it? Love that ol’ chestnut, don’t we?”

“No. I mean, yes, but that’s not—it’s something I asked Tony about—“

“Starks are not excuses for your bad behavior,” you scream. “You made a decision. A SHITTY DECISION. And you may think that this ‘I’ll wallow in a corner’ act is making up for anything, but all you’re really doing is isolating me again. This time, you’re doing it while right fucking here. You avoid me. You don’t explain. You assume things—A LOT OF THINGS, STEVE—and don’t bother to check with me if they’re true. I’m back in the dollhouse where I’m just a display piece to you. I’m a trophy wife that no one else likes but you—no!”

You throw your hand out to shut him up so fast.

“NO. Don’t you dare try to tell me I’m wrong or I don’t understand because whose fault might that be?! I’m working with the information you gave me. All of the information. Which is exactly zero information. That’s THE BEST you can expect from me, so you’ll get what you get and you’ll—”

“She told me” Steve roars. You’ve never heard him yell like that. “She warned me my best wouldn’t be enough, and I didn’t listen. I just did it again.” His body shakes like his insides are fighting to get out, and his face darkens red.

“Who, Steve? Who told you and what the fuck did you do ‘again?’”

“The Ancient One.” He’s quiet as a church mouse now, shrinking and afraid. Afraid of what though? A memory?

Still shaking and beet red, He collapses back onto the couch. “I was told I would fail. She told me I’d fail you, basically, but I didn’t know it was about you. It was before we met.”

“When?” As excited as you are for him to talk to you about this, you can’t understand. He’s not getting clearer.

“Twenty-three, or well, technically twenty-twelve—“

Oh, you’re fucking lost now.

“—and I didn’t understand what she meant until after—“ his hand forcibly rubs the back of his neck, pulling harshly on his own hair “—until after I already hurt you.”

You care what the answers are. You care, but he makes no sense. You care, but you’ve been listening with open ears for days, months, years, and right now you just want him to feel how you feel. He needs to know the frustration of screaming into the void.

You’ve done your best, taken on as much burden as possible, not complained, not pushed, and it bought you nothing. If he felt that, if he understood how empty it feels to be left out, he could never do this to you again.

Except that’s what he’s saying. Steve’s telling you that he’s done his best and he failed. Maybe it was the wrong decision. Maybe it was a decision made without all the information. Maybe it was the right decision but somewhere along the line other people involved made the wrong one. It’s all a web of choices, and you can’t find the thread that leads to fault. Everyone is a little guilty; everyone has done their best.

They’ve all still fucked up. It’s all fucked up and set in stone now.

Even if it’s not just Steve’s fault, even if it was his best, you’re hurt. You are wounded. You have been wounded by him, and he would rather punish himself than stay with you to heal together. He would rather be in pain than feel loved. Pain is easier to accept for Steve than love is. Dickhead.

You spin on your heel and march to your closet, shrieking while you search for clothes.

“Can’t for the life of you ask for help, huh? Even after all that therapy shit. Doesn’t apply to you. Not Steven Grant Rogers, no. He couldn’t possibly need someone. He couldn’t possibly make a mistake, let alone multiple mistakes, over and over again.”

You march over to the door and pull your boots on hap-hazardously.

“You think you’re being so fucking stoic, don’t you? Oh, yeah. You’re over there thinking ‘I’ll suffer alone.’ Guess what? You’re wrong, Steve, because you know what happens when you do something alone? I’m alone, too. I suffer, too.”

Steve’s been following you around with bedhead and a kicked puppy dog look.

“Please don’t,” he whines, “I was only trying to do the right—“

The laces aren’t even tied, but you’re done.

“Here. Here’s how it feels.” You mock a deep voice. “Sweetheart, where are you going? Oh, gosh, darn it, hun. Can’t tell ya. IT’S CLASSIFIED.”

Shoving your hat down over your ears, you take a deep breath and walk out the door without another word. He cannot follow you. You’re not sure he would.

The bluster of righteousness cools in the icy winter air skating across the campus lawn. You thought you’d be sticking it to ‘the man,’ but you don’t actually like going on the hike without him.

You want to do things with him again. You want to talk. You want to know and feel that he’s home, but being trapped inside those walls only seems to lock you both tighter into your misery. The source of both your miseries is gone; why don’t you feel better?

What’s that therapy term? Valid? Yes, his choice was valid and so is his regret. Your feelings are valid, too. Everyone is valid in all things. Feel your feelings. Sit in a circle and validate the whole lot. Yay! You’re cured.

Fuck, you hated therapy. It’s like Schrodinger’s feelings are trapped inside your home: legitimate and skewed by trauma, simultaneously and (what might be) forever.

He’s home. It’s done. You love him, and even his horrendous stupidity doesn’t change that. He’s still the love of your life, and the bastard seems resigned to sever what few tendrils of hope weren’t broken before. You’re struggling to trust him because he didn’t trust you in the first place. You thought he could--thought he knew that he could--and you were wrong.

You are so smart but such a fucking idiot.

You yelled at him, and you’re glad you did. Why though? Because it felt good? Doesn’t feel good now, does it?

You kick a nearby tree trunk, exasperated and overwhelmed. Your soul is tired, your body amped up. You keep walking deeper into the woods.

Everything you see is something Steve would like. Bitterness over that fact dissolves as you remember how you know he’d like it. Most of your first dates were in these very woods. He thought your hat was cute. He tested how thick your jacket was by trying to tickle you through the fabric. He saved you from hypothermia (allegedly). Everything looks a little rosier when you think about him being here.

You pull your phone out and start taking pictures if for no other reason than Steve may pout a little less if he can experience a little more. Once or twice, you turn the camera to take a selfie with stuff in the background, including a doe and her fawn. Your face is so excited in that one.

Then it starts to become little videos, and since you’re not sending them, who cares what you say. A memory here and there.

Remember that time when…

Do you think those flowers will grow back here…

What colors were your favorites…

Soon the videos evolve into little confessionals. How cliche you felt when you noticed that you just didn’t enjoy certain things anymore, knowing he was gone. How you thought that the press might be nicer to you since you ate so little at first that you lost weight. How you couldn’t win with them even in his absence; they just made shit up about you and that Italian douchebag what’s-his-face.

How he probably doesn’t know this, but Steve has a sound, too. You make a happy sigh when the hug is perfect. He makes this super tiny chirp, one that hardly makes it past the back of his throat. You can only hear it when your ear is pressed to his chest. That and he scratches at your side where his hand lands, no nails, two pulses. Scratch, scratch. Every time. He hasn’t done either since he came home.

You say out loud to no one that Steve doesn’t do now what Happy-Steve did before. You admit that you can’t force him to be happy again.

And finally, you mutter into the safety and security of a video file that you don’t have to share and Steve never has to see that you miss feeling welcome to tell him all of this because he’s not just your husband; he’s your best friend.

You tap the little red button off, your fingers numb even in thick gloves, and decide it’s time to go home. Even if you yell. Even if he’s not happy. Even if you both fail. You want to go home to him.

Your breath billows out like a steam engine plume.

Onward.

[Next Part]

@im-a-slut-for-fluff @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @fangirl-swagg @georgeweaslysgirl @austynparksandpizza @bucky-fricking-barnes-reads @fallinallinmendes

[a-jynx]

Dream; - usually really aware when you guys plan date nights! Even with his busy schedule, he’s on top of remembering important nights - he doesn’t want you to feel neglected or forgotten :’) - however he can get forgetful when he’s playing with Sap and George, or streaming, but when he does oh, he feels devastated and will definitely become clingy

[Short imagine]

12:30 PM - he’d forgotten. You sighed, closing your phone and slouching into the couch, listening to your boyfriend’s laughs echo throughout your shared home; Sapnap’s screams filtering through as well.

Frowning, you turned on the living room TV and turned on Netflix, deciding that a movie would take away from the small sting in your gut. You knew he hadn’t meant to get sucked up into his work, and this one time of a few that he’d forgotten, but that doesn’t stop the sadness twisting in your gut. Turning on the Twilight series, and obviously horrible but entertaining favorite [team Jacob anyone?] before grabbing your warmed-up Panda Express and engrossing yourself into the world of vampires and werewolves.

2:45 AM

Dream groaned as his screen flashed a dull red, congratulating George and Sap about their win from their Minecraft Manhunt; 2 hunters. Glancing at the time, he rubbed at his face and clicked out of everything, ending his video. Stretching he leaned back and glanced towards the bed, expecting you to already be cuddled up and passed out, but the comfy queen was empty…

Furrowing his brows, he scooted his chair back and left his room, moving downstairs as Sap came out of his room, still grinning.

“Hey man, nice hunt, though I’m surprised you made it go for so long,” Sap groaned as he joined Dream on the stairwell making the dirty blonde frown.

“What’re you talking about? Manhunts always go for a couple of hours?” Dream snorted as Sap frowned, only to sigh and pat his friend on the shoulder.

“Dude… You had date night tonight..?”

Dream’s eyes widened as he rushed further downstairs, turning into the living room and frowning at the sight. You curled up into the corner, an empty container on the coffee table and the credits rolling of The Twilight Saga; new moon. Squatting down next to you, he gently cradled your cheek as you hummed in sleep, cracking open your eyes as you broke into a smile, your eyes settling on your frowning boyfriend.

“Hiya handsome,”

“Hi, baby… Fuck, I’m so sorry I forgot,” Dream leaned into you, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks, nose, chin, lips - anywhere his lips could reach as you chuckled, raising your hand and threading it through his hair. “I just got so lost in the video, but that’s no excuse I promise I’ll make it up to you-”

“Dream, babe it’s okay, this is like… The first time you’ve forgotten, just don’t make it a full-time thing, yeah?” You laughed as Dream dove into you, circling your waist with his arms and picking you up, causing you to yell out.

“Clay!”

“We’re going to bed, and I’m not letting you go until I see fit,” Dream stated, carrying you upstairs as you glanced to Sapnap, waving to him before you and your still disappointed boyfriend disappeared into his room.

Sapnap - he’s definitely more forgetful than Dream, but he tries okay? - a lot more clingy when he realizes what he did, definitely becomes more of a hopeless romantic

[Short imagine]

“Shouldn’t you be gone by now?” You turned away from the fridge, seeing Dream entering from the living room as you shrugged, closing it with a sigh.

“Yeah, we should’ve left half an hour ago but he joined Karl’s stream… Again.” You mumbled the last bit as Dream frowned, leaning against the cabinets as you messed with the strings of your boyfriends’ basketball shorts.

“Aren’t you gonna say something?”

“Honestly? Probably not, I mean we’ve already had a talk about if he forgets-” you paused when a sudden crash came from upstairs, causing you and Dream to turn towards the stairs as Sap came barreling down. You blinked as he stood in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking his face into the crook of your neck, making you giggle.

“Hi, bubs,”

“I’msorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimhorribleicantbelieveiforgotimsosososorry-” Sap mumbled into your skin, as you reached up, ruffling his hair as he pressed kisses along your neck, going along your shoulder before trailing back up and pressing his lips against your chin before settling back between your shoulder and throat.

Dream snickered from next to you guys as he dug into the fridge, digging out some pizza from lunch as Sap looked up and glared at his friend. “So, what reminded you?” The dirty blonde hummed, getting ready for his dinner as your brunette boyfriend scoffed.

“I obviously reminded myself! I’m not that-” he paused as a chime came from his shorts’ pocket causing him to cringe. Furrowing your brows, you reached in and tugged out his phone, breaking into a smile as you realized it was an alarm.

‘ Date Night Idiot!’ had been going off for an hour, you assuming Sap had snoozed it, not realizing why his alarm was going off.

“Dumb.. Okay! I had to set a few reminders,” Sap mumbled, pressing more kisses to your warmed skin, trying to hide away from his embarrassment. You closed his phone and slipped it back into his pocket before grabbing his hand and tugging him upstairs with you, his head hung low as you went into his room, besides a small light from his screen. You jumped onto his bed, opening your arms as Sap shot you a small grin and dove into you, cuddling into your chest and pressing more kisses to your free skin, his hand sneaking up your shirt just resting against your skin, rubbing his thumb across your navel while smiling into your kiss.

“I know I’m extremely forgetful when it comes to romantic stuff, but please always know that I love you even if I have a shitty way of showing it,” he mumbled against your lips, moving his hand from your stomach to your face, holding your cheek as you stared at each other. Sure, you could be upset at him, you could ignore him, maybe argue… But why miss out on warm cuddles and make-up kisses?

Karl - he’s the one who usually makes the dates up! He always tries to make sure his streams and recording don’t overlap the days you agreed on - but who says you always remember?

[Short imagine]

It was the long-awaited shock & facecam stream! You had promised to follow in your friend’s - George, Sap, and Dream’s - steps in a shock stream and even threw in a facecam if your followers had gotten one of your posts to hit one million likes, and your fans did not disappoint! Your tweet promising this stream had hit two million likes, 10,506 retweets, and continuous replies. So, here you were, setting up for your stream when Karl walked in…

“Sweetness..? What’re you, uh, what’re you doing..?” He nervously giggled as he stood beside you, his hands nervously tugging on your hoodie as you turned towards him, frowning.

“I’m getting ready for the shock stream? Remember? I planned this a couple months ago and we agreed on today?” You blinked at your boyfriend. You both had talked about this stream since you arranged the day - why is it suddenly a problem?

“Oh, well, remember we agreed that today - tonight - was going to be date night? We were gonna watch some of the new season of Survivor?” Karl hummed as you blinked, turning fully towards him with your eyes wide as you glanced towards your starting soon screen. You could feel your heart plummet into your stomach - you had done the one thing you and Karl agreed to never do, yet here you were..

“Baby, oh my god, I’m- holy shit, I’m so sorry,” you murmured, rubbing your face as Karl shot you a small grin, scooting closer and musing your hair as you leaned into his touch, cradling your own face with dread coursing through you.

“Bubs, it’s okay, I know you’ve been planning this, and I should’ve thought ahead-”

“No!” You burst, gripping his wrist and pressing light kisses to it before groaning against his skin. “No, it’s not okay, we always try and plan for us to have date nights between our busy schedules and it’s such an asshole thing for me to not double-check that it was-” Karl leaned down, quieting you with pressing his lips to yours. You melted into it as he turned your chair to face him more, causing him to grip your hands tightly in his before pulling away.

“It’s okay because I want you to go through with this stream! You’ve been excited about it and I know the guys are wanting to join, besides-” he paused, pressing butterfly-like kisses to your hands as you grinned at your boyfriend.

“Date night can be any night for us,”

“So, what I’m hearing is you love me more than Survivor?” You giggled as Karl furrowed his brows and scoffed, dropping your hands dramatically before pulling his gaming chair next to yours as you began to set up your facecams’ final touches.

“I love you, like a lot, but know your boundaries, Bubs,” Karl scoffed as you rolled your eyes, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and clicking through your screens before popping up on your stream with a ‘Hey guys!’

~~~

helloooo~ long time no writing and im so sorry about that - life has gotten a little crazy and I sort of lost motivation to write a lot again. i hope these headcanons and my future idea for some can hold you over until I have some sort of - lack of better word - motivation :'D

until tomorrow, i hope you have a beautiful day ~ J

[lokilickedme]

Somebody help me chill, this is insane.

(under the cut because long and also pretty traumatic, for me at least)

Crazy neighbor, remember her?  Her son destroyed a piece of equipment we had attached to one of our trees at the fenceline last week, she denied it and called us insane liars - that’s the most recent craziness in the ongoing saga of the neighbor from hell.  I was sitting here reading my dash tonight and happened to glance over at the monitor for the surveillance camera husband got me the other day to watch that exact spot (where the equipment was smashed) and guess who I see bent over looking through the fence peering very closely at that exact spot?  Neighbor’s equally insane son, who we know did the actual dirty work.  And I, stupid like I am, took a screenshot of him and then immediately jumped up and ran outside in the dark in my pajamas (nearly 9pm, pitch black, their porch light is off because obviously they’re doing something they don’t want to be seen doing) and I ask “Excuse me, what are you doing?”

This lunatic immediately starts SCREAMING at me - I mean top of his lungs SCREAMING abusive threats, calling me a stupid psycho whore bitch, yelling at me to get my ass back in my house and generally just acting completely off his rocker unhinged nuts - and then his mother comes out and comes over to the fence and gets in my face while I’m just standing there and tells me to mind my own business.  I say I am minding my business, I saw him looking through the fence at my property right where we had vandalism happen last week so I came out to find out why he’s interested in my property.  She laughed in my face and said “No he wasn’t, he was standing right here looking at his phone like this” and she does this little pantomine of someone looking at their phone, which is funny because she wasn’t out there when he was doing it and there are no windows on that side of her house at all.  I ignored her and asked “What are you looking for?”  He kept screaming incoherent animal noises and insults from behind her so I asked again, “What are you looking for?”  And that crazy woman grinned at me and said “We’re just looking to see what kind of new devices you’ve installed!”

OMG.  She didn’t even take a breath in between lying and then contradicting her own lie.  And she’s grinning smugly at me the entire time, gesturing around pointing at our property cams and mosquito light (it flashes and apparently she thinks it’s watching her) and my bedroom window - which means she’s been snooping.  There is a cam sitting in my windowsill, aimed at the spot where the device was smashed.  Every bit of this equipment is on our property, some of it behind a privacy fence.  I tell her it’s none of her business what kind of devices we’ve got on our property, but she just yammers over me, and of course numbskull is still ranting like a psycho behind her, screaming at me to mind my own business and get back in my house and leave them alone.  At this point he’s pulled out his phone and shoved it over her shoulder toward my face and is recording me, which is just...fucking hilarious...because I’m literally doing nothing but standing there in shock and awe at how nuts these people are, and he’s still screaming abusive curses and names at me while he’s recording.

Anyway, for about 4.5 minutes we stood there with them shouting over me (I know the exact time because it was later discovered that our doorbell cam recorded audio of the entire event) and a little ways into it he screams “I WILL TEAR YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!!”

At this point psycho woman finally turns around and says “Addison Case!” and pushes him back.  He lunges at me and she tells him to go call the police (??what??  I mean...I wish he had...my phone was in my hand frozen solid, locked up because of the glitchy surveillance app I had to install to see the camera, or else I would have called them myself - but my god they really thought I was the one the cops needed to come for??).  Meanwhile I’m just standing there on my own property in the dark in my pajamas, all 5 feet and 120 lbs of me, while this rabid animal - he’s a 21 year old college boy - is lunging at me and screaming nonstop, calling me a fucking whore bitch loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear it while his phone’s camera light is in my face blinding me.  Crazy lady smiles that smug shit eating grin of hers and tells me to get back in my house, leave her alone, and move the hell away so she can live in peace.

Wow.  Just...holy shit.

This is the person who has allowed her dog to attack my very small 8 year old son on our property and send him to the hospital with injuries last year, then attempt to attack him again 2 weeks ago (he is now 9 at the time of the second attack) - again on our own property (in our back yard this time, in our front yard the first time), has allowed her dogs (multiple) to bark all night long and keep us awake (she leaves them outside and then goes away for the weekend and they bark the entire time she’s gone), then she had her crazy violent son destroy the BarkBox we put in our tree on our side of the fence last week (we put it up as a humane way to get the barking to stop without having to listen to her call us insane liars every time we complain about it).  Yet...she kept repeating over and over and over for us to leave her alone and stop harassing her.

All I could even do was stand there shaking my head.  It was surreal.  And frustrating, because they wouldn’t even let me get a word out without screaming over me, and she was doing that infuriating Karen thing where they shove their hand at your face and grin smugly while they’re telling you what you better do or they’ll call someone to make you.

I actually started laughing, it was so ludicrous.  She’s committed all those vile offenses against us and we’re the ones that need to leave her alone.  We’ve had to file four police reports against her and we’re the ones that are making her life miserable.  I just can’t stop thinking about that Liar Liar movie where the repeat offender keeps calling his lawyer to complain that the cops won’t stop arresting him and the lawyer finally yells THEN STOP BREAKING THE LAW ASSHOLE!!

It’s just like that.  My god.

SO -

She tells him to call the police again, and this limp dick shoves that phone light right up to my face and says “You think she’s worth calling the cops over?  Look at her, she don’t look worth it to me.”  And bitch starts laughing.  My god, these people are subhuman, I swear.  I’ve never seen anyone act like this in my life, over a person doing literally nothing to them.

So she finally orders her rabid son (who is just about foaming at the mouth, I swear he’s making these barking animal noises at me, it’s weird as hell) into the house and they walk away, with him still ranting like a madman until the door closes behind them.  I immediately go inside my own house and call my husband, who was way out at the back of our property in our camper (he self quarantines each day after work out there to protect us because there have been a lot of covid cases at his workplace) and he didn’t know anything was happening.  He immediately runs up to the house and I tell him I caught neighbor’s thug son messing around at our fence and that when I went out he threatened to kill me.

Tom grabs something - I don’t even know what it was, I think it was this piece of board that was sitting by the door, we’ve done a shelving project recently and a couple of leftover pieces have been there for a few days - and he stalks outside toward neighbor’s house.  I hear him yell COME OUT HERE BOY!!! and I stg you guys, if I wasn’t on the phone calling 911 I might have thought about getting naked right there and then because damn.

So anyway, let’s not go there.  This is serious by god lol (look for this to show up in a fic soon though because material like this doesn’t get handed to you for free every day).

I call 911 and say the neighbor’s son just threatened my life and for them to come quick because he’s still over there but I know he’s going to leave any second (this is his mom’s M.O, the two times the police have tried to go talk to her she gets in her car and leaves before they can get from my house to hers, and I know he’ll do the same because COWARDS).  Tom comes back and says the little pussywillow wouldn’t come out of the house.  He’s breathing fire, you guys.  Pure fucking fire.  I tell 911 to get somebody out quick before the kid leaves, and just about 2 minutes after I hang up he does just that - we see him blast past our house in his truck and he’s gone, and then the police arrive about 3 minutes after.  I’m so mad I can’t see straight.  If they’d been able to see him in the state he was in, they’d have arrested him on sight.

Two squad cars (big SUV’s) pull up and block her driveway with full lights flashing, which makes me laugh because suddenly we’ve got neighbors coming outside to see what’s going on.  I meet the officers outside, and the crazy bitch next door does the same, yelling “Hello Officer!” and waving to them as they’re coming up to my porch.

They talk to me and Tom for a long time, I tell them everything that happened, they interview Big (he and Little were inside the open door and heard it all), we fill out our statements and talk with them more until one officer goes next door to talk to neighbor.  We can hear her dripping her fake sugar and spice while they’re talking on her porch and my husband loses his shit - he heads toward her house and yells “We got the entire thing on recording, don’t even try to lie!  Your kid, threatening to kill my wife?!?”  (he’s referring to the camera in my bedroom window, which actually only recorded about 2 minutes because I don’t have it set up correctly yet, but they don’t know that). The officer yells at him to get back, which, yeah - he shouldn’t have done that, but for god’s sake the woman’s peckerhead son just literally threatened murder on a member of his family, this is the final fucking straw and he’s mad.  And as he’s coming back across the yard the officer that stayed with me points at our new doorbell camera, just freshly installed as of about two weeks ago, and asks if it’s on.  We haven’t even really figured out how to use it yet, but yes, as far as we know it’s on.  The incident happened around the side of the house, but the doorbell records audio.

God bless technology.

I invite the officer inside the house and Tom gets his phone, pulls up the app for the doorbell, and starts skipping through the recording looking for the right timestamp.  Up till this point all they have is me saying the guy screamed a lot of abusive profanities at me and threatened to tear my head off, and they’re taking me serious but probably not that serious, you know?  Neighbors fight all the time, wars start over barking dogs, things get exaggerated, we’ve all seen the TV dramas.

Until Tom finds the segment on the footage and starts playing it to them on his phone.  It’s kind of quiet because we were a good distance away, but you can hear the guy screaming just like I said he was.  The officer asks if we have a speaker we can play it through so he can hear the words more clearly, because he needs proof of threat and that’s entirely in the words.

You guys, I’m tellin’ ya, sometimes you get a chance to fucking SHINE.  My husband is a musician and this cop is asking him if he’s got a good speaker.  So within minutes Tom’s got this huge venue-style amplifier designed for broadcasting music to the back wall of a freaking stadium pulled out into the livingroom and he’s hooking his phone up to it, and then he hits play and the other officer comes back from next door to join us and I can tell by the annoyed look on his face that neighbor bitch has likely charmed him and shed a plethora of persecuted tears and spewed her lies about how we’ve been harassing her forEVER and I think for a second that it’s a total loss now, he’s made his mind up in her favor.

And then...away we go.  Tom cranks the volume on the speaker and they both lean in to listen closely.

Just about a minute into the recording they have their proof - thugnuts screaming I WILL TEAR YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!!!

Both officers nod, close their notebooks, and the second officer makes a phonecall while the first one turns to me and says “That’s terroristic threatening and it’s a class C felony.  You’re going to need to go to the PA’s office with all the reports you’ve filed against them so far and all your evidence from tonight including that recording and hand it all to them.  They’re likely going to issue a no-contact so that he can’t interact with you ever again.”

This is a victory, but it’s just the first step, and I feel sickeningly disheartened that it’s all in my lap to do everything.  I want them to go demand his whereabouts from his mother and just go get his ass and haul him in.  But no, I have a ton of legwork to do now because these horrible people won’t fucking stop.

After several more minutes of me asking questions about what exactly we need to do and where we need to go, etc etc (I’m competent but I’m also fucking rattled, someone threatened to kill me tonight and I’m blanking hard on the instructions he’s giving me) they finally wrap it up and leave.  They’ve been in my house for a half hour waiting for me to finish filling out the report (I had to ask for more paper because honey I’m getting ALL the details in there) and I can just imagine how freaked out neighbor is when she sees what time they finally move their cars from in front of her driveway.

And now I’m coming down from the weird calm that I had through the entire event, and my heart feels like it’s going to EXPLODE.  I had heart surgery two months ago, do I need this??  The pathetic part is that I know now just how stupid those people are, and I know this won’t be the end from their side by any means.  We’ll start finding more stuff broken, or he’ll start climbing over the fence back at the back of the property to steal stuff from husband’s tool shed, or my tires will get slashed.  These people are that dumb and hateful, they proved it tonight.  He said if we had animals he would kill them, and then he made the same threat against me.  How stupid does a person have to be to stand there with his phone out recording himself ranting and making threats against a woman standing in her own yard in her pajamas?  Big tough man there.  And his mama grinning at me the whole time, telling me I’m crazy and she’s concerned for her own safety because of me, while her son is standing right behind her threatening my life.

I’m just...my god, I don’t even know what to think.  I thought people only acted like this in TV dramas, seriously.  I’ve seen some shit in my life but this particular brand of stupid has up till now evaded me, but now it’s been in my face and I’m sort of in shock.

I don’t like guns.  At ALL.  Tom has always had at least one hidden carefully away, safely locked up away from the house, but now there are two inside my house in immediate grabbing range.  He insisted that I let him show me how to use them.  Rules were laid down for the boys - never touch, never, don’t even get close to them - and now there is a box of shotgun shells on my fireplace mantel and a singleshot rifle by the door.  I hate this so damn much.

Don’t pick it up unless you’re ready to use it, he told me.  Without even thinking, I said back, “If I touch it it’s getting used.”

I HATE THIS SO FUCKING MUCH

My god.  I told the cops that the drug lord that lived over there four years ago was a better neighbor than this woman.  They didn’t even laugh.

I guess they’re right, now that I think about it...it isn’t funny.

[otonymous]

A Bolt From The Blue (MLQC Shaw - NSFW) - Part IV (End): Courage, My Love

Description: The final chapter.  The Big Bang 😉  Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language & mature themes — reader discretion is advised.  Potential trigger warnings: physically aggressive behaviour, ex-boyfriends, angst, size kink, profanity, vaginal fingering and intercourse Word Count: 4237 words (~21 mins of thrills, real talk, fluff and smut) Author’s Notes: To all the lovelies who have been patiently following this story: you’ve made it! 🥳  Welcome to the final chapter in this Shaw saga, where we aim to go out with a massive bang (pun intended 😆).  Once again, thank you all for every like, reblog, and comment I’ve received on this story.  You are all amazing, and I appreciate your support! 💕

As always, tagging the lovely @op-peccatori​ — I hope you enjoyed this story!  I certainly had lots of fun writing this!  Please note the potential trigger warnings listed above, dear readers, and happy reading! 

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The quiet is back.

But there is no peace, no relief in the monotony that follows after the man known as Shaw burst into your life like a bolt from the blue, stirring up long forgotten feelings like dead leaves animated by a carefree wind — here one minute, gone the next.

And with each passing day, hope erodes.

Little by little, your heart learns not to race as the clock above the magazine rack approaches 1:30.

It becomes harder to remember the sound purple sneakers made walking through the store.

You stop hoping, wishing, to see a head of lavender hair; that the next person to approach the register would place a cup of Pepsi mixed with Coke on the counter, amber-eyed gaze speaking volumes without uttering a single word.

Days become weeks, and then eventually…

…you stop counting them altogether.

* * *

“You’re looking good.  I see you’re doing well for yourself.”

He reaches for the jade pendant hanging around your neck, eyes flashing with amusement when you hit his hand away with an audible smack.

“What the hell do you want?  Haven’t you already done enough?” You say through grit teeth, steps quickening as you head for the better lit part of the street, trying to outpace the man and silently cursing the fact that returning to the convenience store was no longer an option at this point.

“C’mon baby, don’t be like that.  It took a lot of effort to track you down and I waited a very long time for you to get off work.  It’s cold, dark and lonely out here.  Is that any way to treat your boyfriend?  Or friend, at least?”

“ ‘Ex-boyfriend,’ asshole, and you’re no friend of mine, especially not after the way you took my life’s savings and ran.”

“Baby, it wasn’t like that—”

“Oh yeah?!  Did you try telling that to the loan sharks too before they came and trashed my place?  I had to move, Leto, because it wasn’t safe for me anymore, not with the way they kept harassing me and the neighbours asking about your whereabouts.  They even came to my office.  I lost my fucking job.  So don’t come around here and tell me that I’m doing well for myself.”

Breaking into a sprint, your mind races as you try to think of a way to lose your ex, anger and anxiety prickling every nerve in equal measure.  He had ruined your life, singlehandedly taken away everything you had.  And though you had known him once, desperation has a way of making monsters out of men.

And right now, for all you knew, he was desperate and dangerous.

“Please, I just want to talk.  I don’t need much this time, just a little bit to get me through this rough patch.  I’ll pay you back, I swear, just…just STOP FOR A MOMENT!—”

You shriek to feel Leto wrap his hand about your wrist, but before he could tighten his grip, another arm is thrown around your shoulder, pulling you back until you’re pressed up against a hard, muscular chest, staring at a close up of Snoopy riding a skateboard.

“You got business with my girl?”

That voice.  Dangerous and cocksure, yet comforting like nothing else as the muffled words reverberate through the tiny bones of your ear, a prelude to the soothing ba-bump of his heart, rhythm steady and concrete as the ground upon which you stood.

Shaw.

He’s really here.

“Hehe.  Your girl?”  The derision in Leto’s voice makes you sick to your stomach; you can’t help but hold your breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop as he looks Shaw up and down, zeroing in on his old t-shirt.  “Tsk, tsk.  So, not only do you enjoy wearing second hand clothing, you also have the habit of picking up sloppy seconds?”

BOOM!

Deafening thunder rolls moments after a bolt of lightning rends the night sky in two, throwing a jagged spotlight on the fury written on Shaw’s face when he moves just as fast to grab a fistful of Leto’s collar.  The muscles of his forearm bulge as he holds up the entirety of Leto’s bodyweight in one hand, the sky opening in a sudden downpour as your ex struggles in midair, rain dripping almost comically from dangling feet.

And when Shaw brings Leto’s terrified face up close, the ferocity in those amber eyes sends a chill up your spine.

“This is the last time you’ll ever talk to her, see her, even think about her.  Or else I’ll find you and take my sweet time making you wish you were never born, do you understand me?”

Head bobbing in vigorous nods, drops of water fly off the tips of Leto’s rain-slicked hair.  Seemingly satisfied, Shaw tosses him onto the ground at your feet, voice low yet audible as it cuts through the din of the storm when he says, “Beg for her forgiveness.”

The fear in his expression almost palpable, Leto looks between you and Shaw — cowardice etched onto features you had once found so pleasing a lifetime ago.  He prostrates himself onto the wet pavement, voice cracking in between sobs as he yells over the sound of the rain:

“P-please…please forgive me!  I’m a piece of shit!  I’m nothing, I’m garbage!  I…I deserve to go to Hell for what I did to you!  I-I’m so sorry!  Please forgive me!”

Leto reaches out a shaky hand towards your soaked shoes before he remembers Shaw’s warning, but it is too late.  Black combat boots hit the concrete hard within an inch of Leto’s face as Shaw stoops, yanking back a fistful of hair and pulling until your ex is looking up at you like a pitiful supplicant begging for mercy.

“Satisfied?”  Shaw looks to you as if he were asking about something as mundane as the weather.  You nod, suddenly too tired to even speak.  You wanted to wash your hands of Leto, wanted nothing to do with all that had happened since you finished your shift at the convenience store.  All you could do was watch as Leto scrambled away on all fours the moment Shaw loosened his hold, running until he was nothing more than a speck of darkness merging with the night.

The rain is cold, wetness driving against your body to leech even the final bits of warmth from bone.  Your clothes are drenched, heavy as they cling uncomfortably to skin.  But you are too drained to care, lacking the energy to even notice when the dim light of the streetlamp above is blotted out — Shaw holding his leather jacket over your head in the place of an umbrella.

All you are aware of before your vision goes dark is the anxiety in his voice when he calls your name over and over again, how weightless it felt to be carried in the cradle of his arms.  

How much you missed the scent you thought you had learned to forget.

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“Finally awake, Sleeping Beauty?”

You opened your eyes to gaze into irises of warm amber, the situation similar to one you experienced before except for the fact that this time, you were the one lying in bed, staring at a man who sat on its edge, brows knit with concern beneath soft lavender strands.

“If you slept for any longer, I would’ve had to knock on your neighbour’s door.” Shaw chuckles but the sound is hollow, mirthlessness obvious like the blanched knuckles of his tightly clenched fists.

“What…how did we…” You begin, voice raspy as it dies, a sudden sharp pain in your throat making you wince.

And immediately, Shaw is on his feet, rummaging through cupboards in your kitchen until he finds a glass.  You watch him run the tap, fill it to the brim.  Feel the strength of his arm around your back as he holds you up, touch lingering even as you down the water in gulps to chase the discomfort away.

“You passed out not long after your douchebag of an ex ran off with his tail between his legs.  I found your keys in your purse, so I let myself into your apartment — hope you don’t mind.  Although, to be fair, I was also carrying you at the time, so it’s not really breaking and entering.”

Head feeling like it would explode as the events of the evening come rushing back, you turn towards him…slowly…slowly, afraid Shaw might disappear before your eyes should any movement prove too sudden.

Thank him.  Now.  Before he goes away again.

He is close, so close that you can count those long, beautiful lashes; almost feel the minuscule shifts in the air between you every time he blinks — those pupils encroaching onto gold as they expand and pulling you into their depths as they do.

“Why are you doing this?”

He doesn’t flinch at your question, and you can’t bring yourself to be shocked by the discrepancy between what you meant to say and the words actually spilling from your lips.  And as the grey memory of days spent counting the hours of his absence settles like lead in the pit of your stomach, the only thing you knew was that your heart couldn’t survive latching onto this sliver of hope only to have it ripped away again.

All you wanted…was the truth.

“Because I can’t stand to see you sad anymore.”

There is no smirk to stretch across that handsome face, only pain that hurts your heart to see it.  Resignation heavy in his voice, Shaw takes a deep breath before he continues.

“Turns out I’m weak when it comes to you.  Selfish.  I know I’m no good for you; there’s no future with me.  I can’t give you anything, can’t even promise you tomorrow, but…I just can’t stop thinking about you.  Wondering how you are.  Whether you’re eating well, sleeping well.  If you’re safe…happy.

“Tonight wasn’t supposed to happen.  I just wanted to make sure you got home okay, that some asshole wasn’t going to hassle you at work.  But then your ex showed up and when he tried to get fresh with you, well…I couldn’t let that slide.

“Listen, I don’t know what’s wrong with me but…I’m sorry, if I ever made you sad, if I scared you.  I’m sorry for everything.”

His gaze drops to the rip in his jeans, the drip, drip of the leaky faucet the only sound in the ensuing silence of his confession.  That is, until you say,

“I’m sorry too…that you’re such an idiot.”

His head whips up, brows furrowed and mouth slack as if caught in a rare moment of speechlessness.  The shock makes him seem years younger, lending him an air of innocence that you couldn’t help but smile at.

“In case it wasn’t obvious, I’m a grown woman, capable of making my own decisions.  I’m not so naïve that I don’t know what I would be getting into by being with you.  You say you can’t promise me tomorrow, but tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone.  All we can ask for — hope for — is the here and now.  

“Love takes courage, as does life.  But a life without love…it’s not much of a life, is it?  So I’m willing to be brave if that’s what it’ll take for us to be together.”

As quickly as they came, the words are gone, leaving you cotton-mouthed and faint as your heart pounds to send the blood rushing to your ears.  That could’ve been the only explanation as to why Shaw’s “I knew there was a reason why I loved you” sounded so muffled you had to ask him to repeat himself.

“Too bad, I only say things once.”

And there it is again: the spark in his eyes, smirk on those lips — igniting the fire you only allowed yourself to feel in dreams of his body on yours, skin to skin like kindling to flame.

“Are you that single-minded about everything?”  You ask, the smile on your face mirroring his as it approaches closer…

“Only when it comes to not letting go of the one I care about.”

…closer…

“Tell me one thing.”  Your voice is barely above a whisper.

…and closer still.

Lips now a hair’s breadth apart, the gentle rhythm of his exhalation blows soft upon your cupid’s bow; a shy request.  Your vision is filled with him, wonderfully awash with colour — lavender, amber, the soft pink of his mouth — and you wished you were the very clothes upon his body; saturated in his intensity, dyed in his hues.

His eyes fixate on your tongue when you wet your lips before asking, “That night, when you were hurt so badly you passed out in my store…why did you still insist on coming in?”

Shaw’s breath catches, hitching in his throat.  You know because you can feel it, the way the warmth stops short on your skin.  And when he speaks, the eyes that hold yours tell you this is no lie.

“Because if it was going to be the last night of my life, I didn’t want to go without seeing your face one more time.”

Love is a funny thing.  Formless, senseless, yet the strongest thing that could bind two strangers.  You hadn’t known Shaw for long, could count the days you spent together on one hand.  And still, entirely without reason, he bled into each and every hour, crept into the darkest corners of your mind to fill your weary heart with a desperation that made it very clear that love was far from done with you.

That right or wrong, the only place you wanted to be was here — held in the arms that wrapped around your body: hot, tight, safe…

…Shaw.

His lips are softer than you ever imagined when he brings his face to yours, plush silk gliding corner to corner to cover your mouth in reverent kisses — one for each night he came into your store, watched over you from afar.  

Your stalwart protector.

You tasted it now, the remnants of cinnamon on his tongue from the gum he was so fond of chewing, intensified by the memory of all the times you wondered about its flavour: pink bubbles popping in his mouth as he coolly dealt with the robber, the night you emptied his pockets as your neighbour stitched him up on your bed.

Shaw tasted sweet.  Far sweeter than you ever imagined.

And when his tongue slides against yours — slow and sure as it explores your mouth with increasing fervour before drawing back just as you clenched around emptiness, yearning for more, the beast within you refuses to abide.

You like the shock that passes over his face when you move, sudden and forceful, to push him onto the mattress beneath you; the artless way Shaw sinks teeth into his bottom lip in response.  You like how he watches as you straddle his hips — gaze earnest and body honest, hardening as you grind undulating circles upon his groin.

But, perhaps most of all, you liked the spark of something wild in those amber eyes, an unpredictability warning that if you weren’t careful, you’d be the one to find yourself pinned to the bed.

Because wasn’t that ultimately the push-and-pull that characterized so much between you and him?  Maddening at times, but always, always binding you to Shaw like some red string of fate.

So you nod when he whispers “May I?”, unable to suppress a moan to finally feel his hands on you: tracing along your jaw, cradling your face…resting the pad of his finger on your lip before pushing past to stroke your tongue.

Every sound he makes pleases; the soft hiss preceding the bob of his Adam’s apple to feel your lips pucker around his finger to suck, pink tongue enticing as it swirls along the length of that digit, drawing it deeper into the hot wetness of your mouth.

You never saw yourself as seductive before, but Shaw made you feel sexy.  Perhaps the impulse stemmed from some primitive desire, an instinctive call to please the man you felt so profoundly for that shame was the farthest thing from your mind when you pulled his hand from your lips to guide it to your breast, only partially aware of how wet you were becoming from his gaze alone — half-lidded and heavy with lust.

The heat of his touch permeates your blouse, white and transparent still in patches from the rain.  You watch his hands as they play: cupping your breasts in a gentle squeeze, thumbs and forefingers catching your nipples to pinch and roll until they stood stiff against the drape of your clothing, the flush of your flesh bold through fabric.

“You’re so beautiful that there are times I think you can’t possibly be real.”

His voice is low, husky.  You let it wash over you, almost frightened by how stupidly happy you become, willing the magic to linger even as his words dissipate amongst the sounds of the night: neon buzzing and the faraway screams of sirens in the distance.

A world apart.

Your hands find the broad expanse of his chest, tracing along muscle before circling the nipples that stood erect against his damp t-shirt.  Each twitch is endearing, every erratic breath he draws to feel your touch making you fall harder.  And when he tries to focus on unbuttoning your blouse while fighting the impulse to tear it clean off your body, the stirring between your legs grows in intensity until he finally pulls the silken panels aside, a quiet gasp escaping his lips to see his necklace nestled between your breasts.

“It really does belong on you.”  

The admiration in his tone is laced with a hint of possessiveness that makes you throb.  Shaw pushes himself to sitting, gathering you onto his lap in one smooth motion as he buries his face in your chest, inhaling deep.  You gasp to feel gentle teeth sink into the flesh of your breasts, Shaw following the chain of precious metal with his lips until it leads to the pendant.  And when his tongue slips out to draw the piece of jade into his mouth, he brings your nipple along with it.

“Oh!…”

The sensation is unlike any you’ve known before, the soft wetness of his pliant tongue a searing contrast with the cool, smooth stone rubbing against the sensitive tip of your breast in equal measure.  You feel his smile on your skin when you fist your hands into lavender hair, spine curving as your legs begin to tremble.

And he had yet to touch you below the waist.

“Your body responds so well to me.  I knew you were a good girl.”  He looks up at you, teasing shamelessly even as he continues to lavish attention on your breasts.

“Just your girl, if you’ll have me,” you say without second thought, long past the point of caring to keep your cards close to your chest.

Something breaks in that expression, the final walls crumbling like dust when Shaw blinks once…twice, revealing eyes that shine with emotion when he replies, “For the rest of my life, if you’ll have me.”

* * *

“Hmm!—”

Your moan is muffled, swallowed by Shaw’s greedy lips like he does with every sound of ecstasy that leaks like you do around his cock, buried impossibly deep in your body as it rocks back and forth, back and forth on his muscular thighs…

…doing your best to adjust to his ample size.

He had barely suppressed a chuckle when you first slipped your hand into his jeans, a subtle mix of pride and amusement on his face to see your eyes widen when you couldn’t quite wrap palm and fingers around the entirety of his girth.

And foreplay had only just begun.

“Still doing okay?” Shaw asks, touch tender as he brushes loose strands of hair from your eyes, lips smoothing along the apple of your cheek to feel its pink heat.  “We can go as slow as you want, there’s no rush.  If it’s too much, we can stop—”

“No!  No…I’m okay.  More than okay, I’m great.  Please…please don’t stop…don’t stop…”

Struggling to string words together, your breath comes in disjointed pants as Shaw begin to thrust up — the look on his face effortlessly sensual when he bites his lip to feel you spasm around him, tight wetness yielding in increments to accommodate his body as it broke new ground.

For you had never taken a man of that size, the litheness of Shaw’s muscular body belying the impressive package he’d been hiding in those jeans.  Your jaw ached just to look upon the length of that thick cock, mouth watering as a fresh wave of arousal made you press your thighs tighter together.  The movement didn’t go unnoticed.  Shaw had drawn you to him then — deft fingers dipping low to trace the outline of your swollen folds through moist panties, lavender head bending to kiss its lacy trim.

He took his time preparing you, licking his fingers before he eased them into your pussy — first one, then two…curling deep until the slippery sounds of arousal told him the time was ripe to introduce the third, leaving you blooming for him even as he whispered, “Think you’re ready for me to make you my girl for real?”

It borders on overwhelming, this sensation of fullness — between your legs, within your heart.  And as skin stretched to capacity to accommodate the sweet friction of his slide, you wished there was a way for the euphoria of this connection to last forever:

To the one you could never forget, no matter how hard you tried.

To this man you loved like no other.

“Shaw.”

His name is faint on your breath when he falls back onto the bed, taking you with him.  And as you found yourself straddling his hips once more, the altered angles of your bodies gave him the leverage to make you gasp when he begins to thrust in earnest.  The eroticism of his face, lost in lust, drives all thoughts from your mind as you drop a hand to your clit, fingers drawing tight circles before his hungry eyes.

The violence of your climax takes you by surprise, having no time to consider neighbours and thin walls as the lewdest sounds escape your lips at high volume.  Intense convulsions wracking your body in waves, you clench in time around your lover.  The sensation proves too much to bear, drawing out Shaw’s own release as he pulls out to spill onto the folds of your pussy — swollen and pink and trembling still beneath the coat of his pearlescent seed.

* * *

“I love you.”  

Morning light trickles across your walls like the slow crawl of spidery legs.  Shaw’s words hang in the air between you, a final, sacred moment shared between lovers before the rest of the world wakes.

You loved the hoarseness in his voice; a testament to the hours of noisy lovemaking you had shared in lieu of sleep.

You loved the weight of his hand, stroking softly at the crown of your head.

You loved the rhythm of his heart, echoing just below your ear to confirm his existence.

“I love you too.”

You look up into those amber eyes, trying to discern whether those four little words were sufficient in conveying that fact that you adored every fibre of the man before you.

The smile that graces his face in return is tender, honest…more brilliant than the day breaking in the East.

Your hands find his body, bare beneath the sheets.  And as a curious finger traces along the ridge of the scar that runs in a broad stroke across his sculpted abdomen, your gaze falls on his t-shirt, draped over the back of a chair.

“You should probably throw that Snoopy shirt away, especially after what happened last night.”

Shaw follows your line of sight, chest rising and falling in a deep sigh.  “Shitty as its previous owner was, I could never bring myself to hate something that reminds me of you.  Aside from saving my ass, this was the first gift you ever gave me.  And I never throw away gifts from my girl.”

His girl.

The mystery of life is that filled with unknowns though it is, we continue to live, brave in the face of the uncertainty that comes with every passing day.  You had no idea what fate had in store for you or Shaw, had no way of knowing if your relationship existed on borrowed time.  

The only thing you were certain of was that your feelings for each other were real, that try as you might, neither of you were very good at forgetting the other.  That in this moment, here and now, the only thing that mattered was this love that hit you…

…like a bolt from the blue.

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[tottymatsuno]

Pure Snow; Muddied Tracks Chapter 4

Author: Roro (halfeviltotty)

Fandom: Osomatsu-san

Pairing: Todomatsu x reader

Category: emotional roller coaster??

Rating: T

Summary: White day!

Word count: 25k+

Warnings: cringe this chapter. a lil bit of violence, yelling.

Commentary: the start of the totty asshole saga, also forgive my reader for being a bit of a pick me. i wrote her with the idea of being naive and insecure while in love bc i like having variety in my protags. this has been sitting in my drafts since early october...im screaming bc I wrote alla this like last year. Anyways yeah, as fun as just a plucky silly reader would be uh... I mean its a story about growing up ig and those growing pains that come from realizing you've sheltered yourself purposefully and extended your arrested development. And then you realize you want to grow and that someone else is asking you to grow with them. I guess at the end of the day this is a story to process the innocent affection that is unintended malice. Oh, and I guess it's also about how ignorance and manipulation are the toolset of insecurity.

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Valentines day was romantic, Todomatsu insisted on having homemade chocolates and after the lovely dinner at the world's coziest restaurant that night you snuggled for hours.

How many years has it been since you met the love of your life, you dreamily wonder? Oh, only six weeks? Well, six weeks can feel like a lifetime when you're with your soul mate!

With White day was approaching fast, and you expected the works from your first relationship. Especially after you spoiled the hell out of the man for Valentines. You wined him, you dined him, you took him shopping because you got it like that. A cute new hat was in order, a new wallet, you know you made sure bae had his strawberry body wash set from that expensive ass store, and you got him a little keychain with your combined initials in English. Hell even after all of that and taking your cherry all those years or weeks ago you finally let him bust a nut in your thrussy! That's your prayer box, your direct line to Jesus so not just anyone can do that to you!

Time zips forward with calls, texts and selfies exchanged nearly every moment allotted for it. When the two of you see each other, you're sewn to each other's sides until it's time to depart. So this is love, so this is love... You're not one for Disney songs but God damn are you floating through life at the moment.

The week leading up to White day has you on your toes. Todomatsu sure is an enigma, huh? You didn't realize that gift giving would be his love language, but it's good to find out now. You just wanted to be nice and bribe him a little to keep you around. You know there's really nobody but you lining up to be with Todomatsu, but this is the first year since middle school that you had somebody to give chocolates and gifts to. You want to do right by your baby and he's so easily spoiled. A kiss here, a gift there and you get those addictive pouts and sincere thank yous. You've noticed he's fake as hell but when he acts entitled is when your heart is at its' most full. You're an idiot, but thankfully you have your limits and he never tries to cross them. One stank eye look from you and suddenly Todomatsu is rubbing your back and pouring your drinks.

He's just as desperate to keep in your good graces as you are. The push and pull gotta be your nicotine.

On the Sunday the week before March 14th the two of you went on your regular date of shopping and getting a small meal. Depending on your pooled resources, you two typically split everything food wise. It's cute sharing drinks and feeding each other, at your big ages PDA on this level should be avoided though, but Todomatsu really likes to be the center of attention. Sunday however your card was not needed, speaking of attention Todomatsu made a big show of denying your right to pay for anything. Instead of just window shopping at your favorite stationary store, your cutie pie bought you a new paper and pen set. Todomatsu subtly insisted it be pink.

The next day, even though you had a full shift and got off around 10 pm you got a text message with Todomatsu asking to visit. You tiredly replied, "yeah sure." When Todomatsu showed up, he gave you a peck with a small bag then vanished. It was a cute little bracelet with pink charms.

Tuesday came and went, you received a package in the morning containing an assortment of cute hair accessories, of course they were all pink. That afternoon another delivery was made, a small strawberry cake. With Todomatsu now on speed dial, you invited him over so you could thank him personally before your overnight shift.

Wednesday you were off, so like always it was shopping and a meal. You strangely did not pay again, but instead were showered in gifts. This time clothes were on the agenda. A cute and trendy pair of sneakers, and yes they had to be pastel pink. You love pink as much as anyone else but it seems like it's all you can see lately. You're in love with this rose tinted world. You were taken to another store and got an evening wear dress. It at least only had pink accents and a mature silhouette. Todomatsu hinted that it would become much more important at a later date.

Todomatsu disregarded any and all price tags while you freaked out over anything that wasn't at a deep discount. Todomatsu is unemployed as hell, where does he get off trying to trick you into thinking he's got money to burn? With his lovesick and frankly grossly disarming loopy smile Todomatsu quickly had spent well over his allowance budget while clinging to your arm and happily sighing out how much he adored shopping for you. You gently took the time to hint at no more gifts that cost money.

So on Thursday, as you were locking your door Todomatsu showed up with a gift bag in hand. You sighed, thanked him but then reasserted that he can't keep spending all of his money. "I thought girls liked having their boyfriends hoodies, though?" Well hold up, wait a minute. You won't say your eyes didn't sparkle at digging through the bag and pulling out three of Todomatsu's standard numbers. You felt no shame in hugging your favorite one and inhaling Todomatsu's detergent scent. A chorus of thank yous were sung as you threw the sniffed hoodie on and set the others inside. Todomatsu walked you to work once again deliriously happy while you swung his hand and praised his thoughtfulness.

By Friday you had slept in the hoodie with no real plans to remove it. You practically snuggled the other ones until you realized there were two small boxes in one of pockets. The first contained a necklace with a small pink gem, and the other was a pair of nice but clearly costume jewelry earrings. You sent Todomatsu selfies with you modeling all of his gifts despite them not matching in the least. You threw in a lewd of your navel too because he's such a sweet guy. Your informed him of all three times since you received the hoodies of when your vibrators trips out of the sock drawer as well. You were rewarded in turn with voice clips of moans.

So in the present of Saturday before White Day you decided that since it's your half day to wander around. You didn't really have anywhere to go in mind, and let's be honest your head was empty because you had one a different than yesterday Totty hoodie.

Ahh, it smells just like him! So of course at work that day you had to humble brag about your bae's gifts so you showed up in your pink drip. Just decked out head to toe, looking like a cute wad of strawberry bubblegum.

It was a little hard to coord the zip up, hair accessories and jewelry because despite him being your forever love he has the worst fashion taste. With a cute hair style, appropriately soft makeup, the right pair of shorts accompanying a black long crop-top and oversized sunglasses you looked good!

So good you had to actually mentally remind yourself that yes, this is a collab and yeah it's weird to take a detailed note of your outfit in your internal dialogue but this one is special.

Of course the articles Todomatsu provided were gaudy as all hell, but if he saw how you threw his trash-on into high fashion then he'd know not to underestimate you again.

Every few seconds you would fiddle with the adorable pendant he gave you earlier that week, just to oh so subtly show it off. Once again, at your big age you need the masses to know you are a kept woman!

You send a quick text to Todomatsu before finally deciding instead of letting the lord guide you to pay attention to your surroundings. You've lived in this city for a while but had no clue there was a fishing pond nearby. Or that fish market that might have ads for an idol venue, or any of these other weird landmarks. You never really had much of a reason to leave your neighborhood and Todomatsu was more than happy to meet on your side of town.

Speaking of Todomatsu you would sell your soul to see him right now.

A large group of evenly height men began walking towards you as you sort of lost interest because Todomatsu replied to you. He sent a cat sticker, how cute! As you quintuple texted in response you could hear as the group came closer the sound of a very familiar laughter.

A phone's charm catching in the light looks eerily similar to your matching one with Todomatsu.

One glance in the direction of the pink menace is all it took before your normally dwaddling pace became a sprint towards the group. You feel exhilarating bliss because there he is!! The love of your life, the apple of your eye, the current that turns your seas tides into tsunamis, he is your soulmate that has strangled your pinky with the red thread, the star of hope that burns the brightest in your heart, and most importantly the puppet master who cursed your clit!

"Totty!" You couldn't contain yourself as you rushed in and hugged him. In the moment it did not really matter there were other people with him at all, and any sense of self awareness or judgment was tossed out the window because look!! Somebody you love and wanted to see has magically appeared in front of you! You were even careful to avoid getting the lip gloss he loves so much on his freshly pressed shirt.

It wasn't until you realized that Todomatsu has frozen solid from your embrace that you thought something might be up with this situation. You pulled back just enough from nuzzling his chest to investigate. That's his smell alright, that's the dumbass tie and dress shirt, you look up for a second at his slightly homely face to verify this is indeed your boo. The fedora gives it away. Why isn't he happy to see you?

"Totty?" You debate on giving him a kiss or not. You have really no self respect or restraint so giving in to kiss even this strangely stiff Todomatsu on the lips is no big deal. Ah, you think as you lean to kiss your sweet prince. Everything will be right in the world because you initiated PDA. Todomatsu will be pleased as punch, he's always whining about you being too shy in public after all.

What is confusing is the subsequent seconds after the fairy tale kiss. At the moment your lips brush his there are so many aggressive voices yelling Todomatsu's name. Ah, yeah he was in a group just now, wasn't he.

When you're forcibly removed from Todomatsu's person your brain shuts off and you start scratching and swinging at whoever the yellow guy was who grabbed you. "Ah!! My eyes! She scratched my eyes!" Right as your brains fight or flight switch got taped down to fight you realize something. Todomatsu was being shaken and yelled at by a series of his own clones.

[quolant]

tee & bee on sports night (1.07)

hey we're tee & bee and ur reading abt sports night on tumblr — where @thxngam live reacts to sports night in 2021 and sends me stuff and i post it

sports night (1.07) — dear louise

Dan singing “my my my my boogie shoes” and doing this little bop in the hallway is the cutest thing 

Debating if the dog is gay is very funny

Is it because it was flaming? In what world does flaming = gay?

I’m not offended just confused

I like a group of people who take advantage of when things are $2 off

Aren’t all of these people rich?

Aw Jeremy has a sister?

Who’s apparently deaf

Omg Casey’s face when Jeremy says is just instant regret

Jeremy seems like a sweetheart

Like it’s a pretty normal thing to communicate with family and this is the accesible way for his sister but something about it pulls on my heartstrings 

But I get the feeling he’s lying about something

Okay maybe not he’s actually writing a letter

AW JEREMY THINKS SPORTS NIGHT IS A HOME

HES GUSHING ABOUT DAN AND CASEY

“It is an emergency”

“Is it your mom?”

THATS SO MARRIED 

Not like inquiring about family but the way he jumps to it being dans mom

“It’s not my mom”

“Well what is it?”

“Why did you say it was my mom?”

“I didn’t say it was your mom”

“Yeah, but you jumped to it right away, which makes me thing there’s something wrong with my mom, Casey. What’s wrong with my mom, man?”

This conversation is going in circles and I’m a little ashamed to say the look on Dans face as he asks about his mom is very funny

Dans literally shaking 

Dan and Casey’s faces are VERY close together as they yell about Dans writers block

Also Casey is like in between dans knees the way they’re positioned and it’s uh

Did anybody see this and think “ooh they’re just buddies!”

God the subtext is killing

“Didn’t you hear me Dana? He’s a REPUBLICAN”

ISAAC, AN ICON

I love the stuff he knows about his sixteen year old daughter's boyfriend because that suggests he was very nosy and that is a pure image

Isaac is going to build a dungeon for Chad the Republican and I wish him nothing but the best in his endeavors 

Uh oh

This Archibald Russell thing is sad

Also Jeremy considering the guy seems to mean a lot to Isaac, you should probably just go with it and not question it

It’s not a professional thing, it’s personal and he seems to be missing the social cues to not argue about it

Okay good, they’re doing it

Casey covering it is tragic 

Omg Isaacs face as they put up his graphic

My sweet sweet man

“For a woman her age” Jeremy?? That’s weird??

“The Casey-Dana saga” I’m glad the entire office is more aware of these twos feelings that Casey and Dana are

NATALIE JUST THREW WATER god I love her 

“It was surprising and unexpected”

I love the look on dans face

I kinda don’t wanna watch this Casey and Gordon scene 

It seems like a train wreck 

Okay it is a train wreck

Gordon and Casey are being assholes to each other and I’m cringing

NATALIE BLEW AN AIRHORN

THE LOOK ON CASEYS FACE 

does Natalie realize this isn’t the hiccups?

Oh okay Dan's saying the same thing 

Casey’s laugh is so pure omg

Aw dans laughing too though it’s probably bc Casey’s laughing

“Mush-mouse and pumpkin-puss are looking for it”

I do not know what a chyron is but Dana is amazing

Jeremy ofc the awkwardness would lessen if you asked her out

I’m pretty sure it’s awkward bc u haven’t asked her out

Ooh they’re back! And Dana is very drunk

Aw she’s dancing (ish) with Casey and Casey is just standing deadpan with a drink

Ooh he’s smiling!!

This is so cute

Omg Dan's dance moves

There is a woman dancing literally on him and he’s doing some sort of zombie robot move

He’s just moving his arms up and down 

YES JEREMY AND NATALIE ARE KISSING

SHE GOT HIM STAMPS 

I’m pretty sure it is not at all professional for Dan to bring a woman back to the office but yeah

Omg Casey looking at Dan and the woman (Stacey?) and literally looked away so fast and so awkwardly 

Do they not realize how queer coded that is?

Aw Dana’s dancing on a table!!

[greatandquestionablecontent]

Set in trains!verse. Gavin and Trystan have been best friends for ages but now Trystan has a girlfriend and it's a problem apparently. In which we remember that they're all actually just idiot young adults 

no trigger warnings or whump, just shippy drama.

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"I don't give a shit!" Gavin burst out, interrupting Trystan mid-sentence. "I'm sorry but I did not call you to hear about what your girlfriend's favorite flavor of pie is, or how beautiful her eyes are or what her reaction would be to every single thing I'm saying."

Startled, Trystan did not reply, so Gavin plowed on. "Look, I don't want to sound like an asshole but I would love to talk to you for five minutes without it becoming about her. I did not sign up for an All Jade All The Time radio show. I don't care! I don't even like this girl! She's your girlfriend, not mine!"

Trystan noted, with a detached sort of amusement, that he seemed to be making no actual effort not to sound like an asshole. Now he was curious what would happen if he just waited it out.

But apparently Gavin knew that game. He gave Trystan a moment to respond, and when he didn't, softened his voice. "I shouldn't yell at you." And then after another pause, he muttered, "Sorry."

"Are you?" Trystan asked. "Are you done?"

"I'm done," Gavin replied, rather petulantly in Trystan's opinion. "I just w-- no, I'm done. You can talk now."

"Great," Trystan said. "I'll let you get back to whatever radio show you'd rather be listening to, then."

"Wait, no, I didn't --"

Trystan hung up. It had crossed his mind that he might have been talking about Jade too much, but he thought he'd done a decent job of curbing that. Still, he wasn't in the mood to let Gavin go off on him like that.

He considered the phone for a moment longer, then retreated from the pay phone booth, back to the hostel room. The only other person there besides Jade was flipping through a magazine and no one was sleeping, so he plopped next to Jade on the bottom bunk. They'd both forgotten which one was his and which was hers. "How's Gavin?" Jade asked.

"He's got a stick up his ass, as usual."

Jade leaned back against the wall, crossing one of her legs over his, and made a listening noise. Ironic. Some days she didn't care, and was eager to change the topic to something more interesting. Maybe something on his face gave him away.

"Apparently I talk about you too much," he told her, adopting a flirtatious, playful tone.

"How much do you talk about me?"

Trystan shrugged. "We're around each other almost constantly. How does he expect me to not bring you up?"

"I am very interesting," she drawled, straightening her skirt. "But I can see how he'd get fed up with hearing about someone he's never met."

Someone he's never met and apparently still manages not to like. "You like hearing about him. You always ask."

"Sure, but we talk about other stuff too! Like you said, we have all day together. If I only saw you for twenty minutes a day and you only talked about Gavin, I'd be like... Well that's cool but I want your attention too."

"I guess," Trystan muttered, though she made a good point. "He doesn't have to be such a dick about it. I listen to him go on about his latest obsessions."

"Maybe he just wants your attention!"

Trystan made sure she saw him roll his eyes. It might be true, but Jade was always looking for things like that. To her, his relationship with Gavin was a story which she always wanted updates on. Maybe if she ever actually spoke to Gavin, she'd drop this enchantment with his feelings about Trystan, and Trystan's feelings about him. No matter what Trystan said, he couldn't convince her that despite their years of friendship and attachment to each other, Gavin was still just a grumpy hermit who happened to enjoy Trystan's friendship. And sure, that was novel and appreciated, but it didn't mean all of Gavin's douchebag moments could be traced back to some epic saga of love, platonic or otherwise.

Gavin hadn't snapped at him quite in that way before -- other ways, sure -- although he sometimes got irritable when Trystan brought up one night stands, too. But that just matched his characteristic disinterest in sex and romance. He'd assumed Gavin's impatience with hearing about Jade was an extension of that, and maybe it had been at first, but it seemed to have snowballed.

"He's not jealous," Trystan said. "If that's what you're thinking."

"I'd be jealous."

"Yeah, but you're..." He gave her a once-over.

She shrugged, wearing a little smile. "Maybe he's like that kid on the playground that gets pissed when his friend wants to play with someone else. He's never had that problem with you before."

"He's a grown ass man. He can get over it."

"Did you hang up on him? You did, didn't you." She gave Trystan a gentle shove. "Go call him back!"

They'd both completely forgotten to keep their voices lowered. He tipped his head at the other guest, and used Jade's distraction as an opportunity to snuggle up to her. She petted his hair, slouching further onto the bed. "Yeah, I think --" She began in a whisper.

"I'm bored of this topic,” he mumbled into her shoulder. “Let me be obsessed with you in peace."

[rvb-is-gay]

ok so now that the final episode of rvb0 is out for everyone, lets get into some discussion about it! please note that post isnt a topic of debate but rather just my personal thoughts about everything, so dont go arguing in the replies

(fair warning ahead of time for any fans, this is mostly criticism and negative feelings about it, so keep scrolling if you dont wanna read it)

When RVB0 was first announced, I remember everyone was first upset that the Reds and Blues weren't in it, including me. But now that I've watched the whole thing, I can say with confidence that my only issue with RVB0 isn't the lack of the Reds and Blues, but rather everything. the dialogue, some of the animation, the characters, the delivery, the pacing, the ridiculous amount of clichés, etc. I don't dislike RVB0 just because there's no Reds and Blues. I dislike it because I just found the entirety of it bad.

When I first started watching it, I went in with an open mind that maybe this season could actually be really good. I’d also be lying if I said that there wasn't a single scene that I liked. There were actually a few, but they still didn't make up for just the overall badness of the season. But please note that I don't blame the voice actors for any of this or even just Torrian Crawford for the season coming out a giant mess. Many people worked for this season and always had the opportunity to improve or change things but didn't. But anyways, let’s get into some of the criticisms I have for this season.

1. Smaller and more opinion oriented criticisms

This isn’t really criticism or anything important, but rather just a few things I found a bit weird to me personally.

First, the term “ragtag team of misfits” was used to describe Shatter Squad (and was even actually said out loud by One in the last episode, which sounded just so cliché and dumb in my opinion). I don't think this describes them at all?? Everyone has, at the very least, decent relationships with each other (save for One and East who were competitive with each other (which I also fucking hate in RVB that all the girl characters are always competitive with each other)), but that still doesn't really fit the term ragtag) and they all fight very well. I think ragtag fits the Reds and Blues more than it does Shatter Squad; they're bad at fighting, they argue and fight all the time, they're idiots, and that's why we love them. If they had just stuck with “a team of misfits”, that would've made more sense, but again, this is more of a personal opinion than genuine criticism.

Second, I don’t really like the aesthetics this season had. Everything felt a bit too neon and bright and then some stuff just felt like it came straight out of World of Warcraft or something. It didn’t really feel like RVB.

Third, my feelings about Carolina constantly calling Wash David can be summed up by what Michael said in the first episode of Halo 4 LASO: “Now we’re just gonna throw his name around all willy nilly. It used to be a secret.” When someone is called by their real name in RVB or just any story in general where everyone goes by code names, it’s usually a big deal and indicates something serious. Carolina wore out Wash’s name the first time she said it and it just got more and more irritating from then on out and lost its value.

Fourth, who was the blue and purple soldier in the first teaser we got? Was that One? Did they decide to change her armour colour? I don’t know, I just randomly remembered that and thought it was weird but I guess it must’ve just been a colour change.

Now, onto the more serious criticism.

2. Animation and dialogue

The second thing I wanna talk about is the animation. Don't get me wrong, the fighting animation is probably the best compared to everything else and it was pretty good to watch, but the talking and idle animations and gestures were..... kinda yikes. I know that it could be chalked up to “well we’re not used to seeing animated gestures since all of RVB usually has everyone just holding their gun and using the regular Halo models” but there were still some pretty bad parts.

Take the scene from Encounter at 3:26 as an example (I uploaded the scene to YT to put here, but obviously it was blocked for copyright):

This scene is probably one of the worst when it comes to not only the animations, but the dialogue, pacing, and delivery. When I first saw this, I honestly laughed. Here's a list of my problems with this scene and what made it so laughable:

The overexaggerated hand gestures. I get that because everyone's in armour and a helmet, it can be hard to show expression, but this feels like a bit much. Especially when One says “what? You’re pulling us off the mission? You cant do that!” I think that one scene in season 15 when Grif stays behind on Iris while everyone leaves and it slowly zooms in on Simmons’ visor somehow does a lot better at expressing feelings than this.

East immediately making the connection between Axel and Zero feels weird. I don't know if its just me who feels this way, but I think it should've been a little bit longer before she immediately is just like “you know Zero don't you”

Axel saying “I... I do... I did”  also sounds weird and like he was trying a bit too hard to sound dramatic. I don't really know how to describe it its just such a weird delivery of the line.

The way they all immediately start yelling at each other.

One saying “Axe, I trusted you” right after saying “tell us the truth”. Girl, you gave him no opportunity to explain and just immediately jumped to not trusting him anymore. Speaking of which, I don't think this was ever really mentioned again and had no meaning or importance to it.

The echoing of “I trusted you” also feels cliché to me, but this is more of a minor thing.

I think this one comment on one of the episodes on the RT site that says the dialogue “seemed acted rather than natural. It didn't really sound like how people normally talk, more how actors talk in plays” is how I feel about all of the dialogue in RVB0.

3. The villains

Zero and Diesel both felt like they didn't really have any motivation at all for being villains. Phase is probably the best when it comes to this. She was essentially abused by her father as a child and forced to undergo being experimented on. This is an actual good and understandable motivation.

Diesel we know basically nothing about, and then on the other hand, all Zero wants is power. But for what? Why? I can understand that power is a pretty common thing for people to want, but it still kind of felt like there wasn't really anything there.

Some previous good villains in RVB include:

Temple: Temple witnessed his best friend be brutally murdered right in front of him by 2 soldiers who didn't give a shit and just left him to die, especially right after he told him he was having a baby. Of course it’s understandable that he has a hatred of Freelancers after this. Any normal person would.

Felix: Felix was probably the best villain of all of RVB, to be honest (right beside the Director). He was just somehow so likeable and had so much personality, despite being an asshole. His ultimate motivation was money and being rich, which is another thing I can understand; the more money you have, the more you can essentially do whatever you want and live in luxury. I mean, even so many people in real life do horrible things just for money. I don't even have to give examples for this. Felix in general is also just a psychopath.

The Director: The whole reason the Director did what he did was because he lost the person he loved most in the world: his wife. He was willing to do literally anything to bring her back, leading to all of his actions in the Project Freelancer saga. You can find many examples of movie/TV/book/etc characters/villains seeking vengeance as a result of loss of a loved one and grief. Despite being a horrible person, the Director actually managed to be a villain you could even sympathize with, making him even better.

Sharkface: Although a bit of a more minor villain, similar to Temple, Sharkface is a villain because he wants revenge on the people that killed his team, the people he considered to be the only family he’s ever had.

4. Tucker & the swords

The fourth thing I wanna talk about is the whole thing with Tucker and the swords. I always found it kinda weird how both Tuckers sword and now Locus’ sword in the chorus trilogy were the same, but then in RVB0, Zero’s sword looks and acts completely different, but that might just be a little nitpick of mine.

As for Tucker, it was so good to see him. Although I don’t know if it was just me, but he seemed a little OOC. What I didn't like about seeing Tucker again was that he did literally nothing the entire episode. He was useless. He said “I can fight” at one point but then all he does during the battle is get held at knife point, run away, and then get stabbed and have his sword taken. Tucker isn't an amazing fighter, but he’s definitely a lot more capable than just this. We’ve seen him in action many times and I just feel like he could've done a bit more. It almost feels like he was purposefully nerfed and tossed aside just to advance the plot.

Another thing that I and probably a lot of people are upset about is the fact that Tucker might not even own his sword anymore?? When East stabbed him, he apparently died and the sword was rebound to Phase, but it wasn't very clear that this was the case. Although the beginning of the next episode starts with hospital beeps and a flatline, I don't think it was still really clear enough that Tucker actually died long enough for Phase to reclaim the sword because I saw a handful of people confused in the comments and, like me, even thought it was just bad writing at first and that the writers completely forgot about the rules of the sword established over several prior seasons.

When in the hospital, Wash tells Tucker that he almost died. Although I actually liked this scene because it was nice to see wash and tucker bantering again, I think it could've been made better and made the plot clearer if instead of saying he almost died, Wash said something along the lines of “Tucker, you died. Your heart stopped, but they were able to bring you back thanks to their advanced medical tech” and then in response Tucker freaks out because that means his sword will now work for Phase and now they know how urgent the situation is.

I really really hate that Phase just has Tucker’s sword now and nothing is even said about it. If Tucker was to give his sword away to someone, I think many people would prefer that it was at least someone close to him, like Junior for example, but instead it goes to a random girl he hardly knows.

5. Pacing

The fifth thing I wanna talk about is the pacing. This season was definitely a lot shorter than normal and I think that’s one of the things that really prevented it from being good. The entire story just feels rushed and while I understand that it can be really difficult to build a good story and characters in such a short time, I think there’s still ways you can do it without it feeling like there’s so much missing. I think the long intros and outros are also responsible for less time and maybe they should’ve considered cutting them to give more actual episode time. Here’s a few things that were poorly done as a result of bad pacing:

The final battle against Zero: The whole battle just somehow felt like a typical video game boss battle that ends super quickly to me. Shatter Squad didn’t even defeat Zero, he just up and got disintegrated or whatever from Black Lotus.

Shatter Squad giving up on their mission: After receiving the silly deep voice filtered message from Zero, everyone on Shatter Squad just immediately gives up on finding him.

One’s speech: One’s speech wasn’t awful or anything and I didn’t really have any problems with the speech itself, but rather just how quickly the team went from “we can’t do it.. it’s over..” to “you’re right! I’m in! Let’s go get them!” Compare this to Doc and Sarge’s speech to the Reds and Blues after Church and Carolina leave in season 10 episode 20. It just felt a lot more genuine (this is probably because the Reds and Blues had a lot more time to be developed, though) and was only given after some time passed rather than 2 seconds later. The scene and context also transitioned well into it and at first, nobody was on board with what Doc was saying, which is more realistic in my opinion. People’s minds won’t just instantly change, they’re still gonna think about it and maybe have a few doubts at first.

Phase and West: During their fight, West talked a lot about how he regrets giving Phase away to Starlight, that he won’t hurt her, and is even willing to die for her. Their scene together ends with Phase punching him in the head and then leaving to join the others and nothing else about them is mentioned. We don’t know if Phase forgave him or not, we don’t know how West feels, etc.

Tucker’s sword: Phase still has Tucker’s sword and like the scenario with West, nothing about it is mentioned. We don’t know what she’s going to do with it, if she’s going to keep it, if Tucker’s gonna do anything about it, etc.

6. Clichés

Clichés aren’t inherently bad and can be really impactful and good if done right. But when it comes to RVB0, it’s jampacked with clichés that aren’t good. Here are a few examples:

Everyone gives up until a speech is given: All of the points for this are the same as above, but I wanted to include this scene as a cliché as well.

Every female character is competitive with each other: RVB falls into this a lot, like I mentioned earlier. It happens again with East and One, although luckily they seem to resolve it, but not until literally the end of the season.

West’s fit about East: All of the lines and delivery in this scene were just atrocious and cheesy. I think West’s dialogue just could’ve been a bit more original, but instead we’re given this boring predictable “I won’t lay a hand on her. I promised her. I promised her mother. I promised she’d be safe” spiel that has no emotion to it in his voice.

The whole “I got this, you go ahead” thing: This isn’t like a super cliché thing, but I found it pretty interesting how it happens twice in the same episode.

I think this is pretty much all I can think of at the moment. If I think of anything else, I’ll add onto this. Overall, I think RVB0 would’ve done a lot better as just an RVB spinoff so that it could have more episodes and seasons dedicated to developing characters and a good plot. I’m really disappointed with this season and I hope whatever comes next is better than what RVB0 was. I hope the team that worked on it can learn a few things that come from the good and valid constructive criticism given to them. And if I had to pick, I think I’d say Raymond was my favourite out of all the new characters. He just felt the most relatable and realistic to me.

[shijiujun]

2020 Because of You: Episode 2

This episode CRACKED ME UP even though there was ZERO ROMANCE in this well other than Dad and Lin Xun’s mom in the past and even that was documenting their split sighs but IT WAS STILL HILARIOUS I NEVER APPRECIATED HOW HANDSOME 2ND BRO IS? WOW HE IS HANDSOME OKAY WHAT IS HIS NAME... ah okay his english name is Will Chang lmao okay yes Will is ridiculously handsome too altho no one can top Lee Si Kang atm

The Korean & Chinese language switcher: Wow, I still have NOT gotten used to that like YJC is speaking and thinking in Korean and everyone else has Google Translate installed in their brains I still cannot wrap my brain around that even tho I can understand half the Korean without subs BUT STILL

No CP scenes in this one: BUT we do get YJC being all cute and going to Lin Xun’s house to give him a gift THIS OPPA HAS IT BAD FOR LIN XUN OKAY I TOLD YOU GUYS I RECOGNISED THE LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT LOOK but anyway he doesn’t get to see him, and then we get Lin Xun being all sad and also yelling at his not-Dad (DEFINITELY NOT HIS DAD OKAY OTHERWISE IT’S INCEST ALR) for being a rude asshole over the phone

Fights between the brothers: EXCELLENT and quite funny AND I NEVER EXPECTED 2ND BRO TO BE THE MEDIATOR?!!!! like YJD is the one kind of speaking up for big bro and asking third bro to calm down NEVER EXPECTED I THOUGHT IT’D BE THE OTHER WAY ROUND

4th son saga: OKAY so like I love how Dad made the leap that Lin Xun is his son like it was a pretty far leap like he was SO SURE THAT Lin Xun’s mom HAD to have his kid never mind they haven’t seen each other in a gazillion years and thus starting his three sons on a wild good chase for Lin Xun

So in episode two we get:

We start off with Lin Xun and his mom in a wheelchair who’s terminally ill, and if you guys read the character profiles you’ll know that Lin Xun’s mom used to be lovers with the brothers’ Dad, and they were childhood friends - Anyway, Lin Xun’s mom tells him to call the old lover when she dies

And we fast forward to Lin Xun packing up his mom’s stuff, because also if you read the character profiles (otherwise this info comes as a bit abruptly XD) his mom dies while Lin Xun is saving YJC (because his phone dropped when they rode off on his motorbike and the hospital called him then, so he missed the call - all of which is kind of unexplained in the 2nd ep) 

ANW Lin Xun is berating himself for saving the korean oppa because otherwise he would have been able to see his mom for the last time

So he finds the slip of paper with the Dad’s number written on it (I call him Dad but HE IS NOT LIN XUN’S DAD argh) and so he calls the number and Dad picks up and it takes him like two sentences to figure out that Lin Xun is calling on behalf on his mom and he asks Lin Xun to get his mom to talk to him (he doesn’t know that it’s her son he’s speaking to at this point)

And Lin Xun passes on the message: “She asked me to tell you that you lost, after all” - And cue flashback to Dad and Mom splitting and they bet each other that they would never see each other again until either of them dies and of course Dad is like wtf she was the love of my life kind of and she’s dead I’m grieving and in disbelief and he yells at Lin Xun to get his mom to talk to him

Lin Xun basically yells at him for yelling and mentions on the way that that’s his mother and when Dad hangs up his SHOOKETH HIS FIRST THOUGHT IS... SHE HAS A SON... AND THAT SON IS MINE... never mind that they haven’t seen each other in forever, he doesn’t know how old this son is etc. etc.

Dad gets secretary to call all his sons to meet him the next morning and this interrupts CUTE LITTLE YJC WHO’S AT LIN XUN’S HOUSE DOWNSTAIRS BY HIS MOTORBIKE WITH A BAG OF TREATS I ASSUME, TO THANK LIN XUN FOR SAVING HIM EVEN THO HE WAS A TOTAL ASSHOLE AT HIS HOUSE

He’s smiling so cutely to himself like LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?!!! CALLED IT

but dad’s secretary calls and unfortunately he has to go back to the office to meet the Dad before meeting Lin Xun

Cue all three brothers reuniting at the office and LMAOOO 3RD BRO IS LIKE WHAT YOU DOING HERE and big bro is still Korean mode so he’s like why aren’t you talking to me in proper formal Korean to show your elders respect NEVER MIND that in Chinese we don’t have that kind of differentiation in language and tense/form and he’s like you should at least call me big brother right?

THIRD BRO BRINGS OUT THE RECEIPTS: “When I was kidnapped and the kidnappers called you, you just hung up on them! What did you mean huh?!” I AM DYING OF LAUGHTER

Anw 2nd bro mediates and then they go see Dad and LMAOOO okay going to make a The Untamed reference between Dad and Jin Guang Shan because they both have plenty of women hanging around them but DAD IS A BIT MORE SUAVE THAN THAT

2nd bro’s mom is living very happily off the alimony she gets from Dad and is now has a Thai bf

3rd bro’s mom refuses to divorce Dad until she can get one-third of his assets

Dad’s reaction: That’s very good, glad to see she’s (2nd) happy and that she (3rd) has determination LMAOOOO love it

And big bro’s Korean mom is dead :( and obviously big bro is pissed about that, thinking that she’s dead because of Dad

So Dad announces: I’VE GOT A FOURTH SON OUTSIDE

CUE first, second and third bro going, one after the after: “DOES MY MOM KNOW” or in big bro’s case “DID MY MOM KNOW!?”

So Dad promises the sons that whoever can bring Lin Xun back to him, he’ll grant them a wish including his current position and wealth, then passes them Lin Xun’s file and photos

Then OOOH LOOK AT BIG BRO YJC GOING: *in korean* Lin Xun? It’s him? 

NEXT EP WE HAVE: CP3 breaking into Lin Xun’s house and going through his mom’s diary (argh dumbass cp pls be nicer than that!!) and we have CP2 trouble in paradise with CP3 Yue Rong’s older sister going after CP2 Xiang Shi, and CP2 2nd bro is like where did he go?! And we get a cute shot of YJC and LX 

[lazywonderpsychic]

Just a little fanfic i wrote about shameless which to be honest, sucks ass so please dont hate me. I tried my best to write it but everyone knows how it is when your sleep deprived and have ideas (i hope)

Chapter 1 Lip's POV

She sat at the table playing with her food and I walked into the kitchen. Her hair was in a messy bun and her clothes were a mess. She hadn't slept in god knows how long and she had a lot of wear and tear on her body. She looked like she hadn't slept in days, the baby girl she held in her arms, fast asleep and she looked at the cup of coffee that I had set in front of her along with the plate of corn beef hash, eggs, and sausages. She looked up at me and smiled softly as I kissed her forehead, and sat across from her in the next seat.

"Happy birthday sweetie," I murmured softly and she began to cry.

"T-thank you. I'm sorry, I'm not normally like this, but she's been fussy and sick. And she's been awake all night and would not let me put her down without throwing a fit. You even remembered what kind of eggs I like."

"Of course I did. I also am making you lunch and dinner and we are gonna go lay upstairs, because Tammy's best friend has Fredrick and Fiona's gonna see if she can come over in a bit to help with this little munchkin and you can shower, change and Imma help you."

It was the first time I've seen her smile. Tammy and I had broken up, and yet we were somehow managing a good friendship. Annabelle had come into my life at a parenthood group for alcoholics and we slowly became more than friends. I had known her in high school but lost contact with her after she went to rehab to get the help that she needed. When she came back around, she was pregnant and in the group as I had entered.

Grabbing a brush from the downstairs bathroom, I began to brush her hair, as she chewed on a sausage. It was moments like this that made me appreciate her even more. Unlike me, she didn't have both parents in her life and was on and off with the milkovitches. She winced as I pulled a knot out of her hair and smiled reassuringly as I looked down at her. Wetting the brush, I tried making her hair not so puffed out, and pushed it back into a messy bun. V and Kev came in and smiled as they checked out the baby.

"What's her name?" Asked V softly.

"Siobhan Marie Gallager. She's almost four months old," she stroked her cheek and smiled at them.

"What, like those twilight saga movies?" Asked Kev in confusion and she rolled her eyes shaking her head as V took her temperature.

"She's getting better. Her temps down which is good. That baby medicine helped a lot."

"Thank you V, I'm sorry you had to come in the middle of the night," she smiled softly as she stared down at her daughter.

"Of course sweety. Honestly I didn't mind. I hate seeing you so frustrated and sleep deprived. Being a parent is hard but it's also worth it."

She looked up as the door slammed shut, Fiona walking in with bags. Debbie wasn't too far behind and she smiled down at the little one. Fiona dropped the bags on the counter, and knelt before them gushing at the little girl before her. She looked up at her and smiled happily.

"Siobhan is so beautiful! She has your eyes. Mickey would totally be wrapped around her finger if he was here!" She smiled at Fiona.

"How's Ian doing?" Asked Fiona as she stood up.

"Him and Mickey wanna kill each other and sound like old brods. They stabbed some old guy and when they did that the guard was pissed. This guy always does it, asks for someone to stab him to stop him from being released. Mickey's still pissed off at me though, because I didn't tell him about this little Gallagher," she sighed softly.

"Well like Ian said, Mickey's full of himself. He's too proud to admit that he made an adorable sweetheart from a one night stand," I looked at her as she gave everyone a worried look.

"I know it's just… With Svetlanna gone and what not, it just doesn't feel the same you know?"

The back door swung open and slammed shut as Siobhan began to cry and she sighed heavily in annoyance and glared at Frank. "Frank! Imma kill you! I just had the damn baby asleep and you woke her up you asshole!" Yelled Annabelle and got up, disappearing upstairs.

Fiona followed behind and I did the same, as she walked into my room trying to hush the baby, everyone else yelling at Frank. He was confused on what he did wrong (more like what he didn't do right) and was either drunk off his ass or high as fuck with his new best friend. She fed the little one and finally got her calm enough to burp her and lay her down.

"Fuuuuuuck!" She exclaimed and fell face down on the bed.

I chuckled softly as I laid beside her and she laid on her side. Fiona laid on the other side of her as we began to smoke a cigarette. She couldn't wait till she could get high again, but didn't wanna risk getting the baby depending on weed. Fiona had us laughing and she hugged Annabelle. It was nice having Fiona back again.

It wasn't often we got to laugh and joke around like this. "I love you guys, but god do I hate Frank. I don't know how you guys do it, I mean… I know my family is a bunch of shitheads and what not. Except my dead parents of course," she said taking a drag of the cigarette.

"Really? I thought you lived with them," I questioned.

"Nope, those are my foster parents. Bunch of drug addicted, alcoholic loving party goers. How do you think I got the scar on my spine? That's besides the point, my parents… My biological parents… Died when I was about fourteen, maybe fifteen. Besides, when you have street smarts, it goes a long way on the south side."

We sat in silence soon enough and slowly she fell asleep as Fiona got up and grabbed the sleeping baby from the bassinet and went downstairs. I fell asleep myself, as I held her close to me.

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

how to stay safe at bars:

okay so obvs i go on about my horrible experiences with men much too often. but here’s another advice post of what to do to deal with creepy men at bars... some behaviours that they might have and some ways they might make you feel.

how to deal with creepy men at bars:

•if a strange man you’ve just met ever tries to confiscate and/or purposely leave you without your phone and/or tries to take your other personal belongings off of you (like your bag that has your debit card and ID in it) while you’re out at a bar....

try as hard as you can to either get straight to security or straight to the bar where you hopefully can do the whole “Ask For Angela” thing.... a program where bar staff/security will helpfully (and hopefully) call you some transport (like an uber or a taxi), so that you can leave the bar discreetly.

•alternatively, if the bar is far too full for you to carry out the above, take that guy back to your friends to see if they notice how he behaves. if they notice at some point that he is making you very VISIBLY UNCOMFORTABLE they should help you out of it.

some creepy & dodgy behaviours from these types of men include, but aren’t limited to the following:

- him purposely looking over your shoulder while you text someone to pick you up or whatever, while he keeps his whole phone off limits to you if you try to do the same. you’ve only known him for five minutes. why the fuck is any of this his fucking business????

- him making disgusting and creepy comments like “you call that a real kiss? would you kiss your mother with that mouth? DO IT AGAIN!”

- him very obviously and purposely feeling straight up your dress on the dance floor despite your fucking constant protests of “no. can you fucking stop that please??!!” and “can you please get your fucking hands out of there!!!???” *moves his hand out from underneath my dress* but he just replies with “but you’re soooo sexy in that dress that i just can’t help but grab your pussy. cmon baby why don’t you smile??? fucking smile for me! why the fuck don’t you look like you’re fucking enjoying yourself????” or something like “it’s your fault for tempting me in that dress!” or finally a comment like “should we make all of them talk?” or some weird shit like that.

- him making utterly degrading remarks about what you’re studying/what you want to study or what you want to do with your life, while you’re meant to be obscenely nice to him about his life decisions/direction.

- him bitching and whining consistently whenever you get separated with stuff like: “aww where did you go??? i’ve lost you!!!! come baaaack! honey come back! 🥺🥺😫😫” bitch i’ve known you for half an hour now. it’s not cute. it’s waaaay too close and creepy for comfort. get the fuck away from me. also i ain’t your fucking honey. fucking gross.

and if any of the above behaviours make you feel the following things, when you meet a guy like this, fucking bolt for your life:

- you feel disgusted in yourself bc of the way he’s making you feel. you also feel disgusted in yourself bc is this really the type of men you end up attracting???? you also feel disgusted towards him bc of his behaviour.

- you feel like he’s trapping you on purpose so that you can only leave with him and no one else. or like he’s isolating and monitoring you on purpose. in other words, you feel like he’s isolating you from a safe way home with your friends or a lift home with anyone else that ISN’T him (like a family member) ON PURPOSE.

•you drop your phone on the dance floor at some point. he sees it and starts to try kick it away from you as you go to pick it up. you scream at him “that’s my fucking phone you fucking asshole!!! let me fucking pick it up!” he ignores you, and continues to ignore you each time you yell that at him. when he finally stops acting like he can’t hear you bc you’re down on your hands knees trying to retrieve your phone from his spiteful foot, he rolls his eyes angrily at you and says in the most unapologetic and resentful tone you’ve ever heard in your life: “oh i’m sorry.... i thought that was a drink 🙄🤷🏻‍♂️😤. pick it up then 😡.” when you very obviously CAN NOT mistake an iphone for a drink. then when you finally pick up your phone he looks at you vindictively, as the next section of this saga begins. during this whole scenario, you feel claustrophobic, terrified and isolated. you want to get the fuck away from this twisted manipulative fuckwad any way that you fucking can. you try and opt for both of you to get off the dance floor again. but he refuses.

• after the above happens, he tries to confiscate your phone and bag by aggressively asking “do you want me to put those in my pocket for you?” he’s banking on the fact that he thinks that you’ll forget he has them... so that then you have to follow him around all night to get them back. he’s pissed at you for having your phone and bag with you still. “come on, honey, let me take you phone and your bag off you. it’ll make it easier!” he whines in his best petulant pissbaby weasel voice. you constantly refuse. why the actual fuck would you trust this fucking creepy manipulative twat with your stuff???? this is where your friends end up saving you from this guy. you sigh with relief when one of your friends comes over to save you from this guy by asking for a dance. you’re feeling both twice as panicky and relieved.

- you feel like you’re lucky that you don’t have a drink bc you feel like he’d probs try to spike it or would try to spike one if he bought one for you.

- you feel far more insecure and unsure about yourself than you want to feel. mostly bc of his behaviour.

- you feel like you’re going to be physically sick being with him (like the guy im writing this post about exclusively smelt of VB beer/toohey’s new beer, sweat and tobacco so strongly that every time he forced me into him for a grinding session, i had to try not to physically gag out of repulsion).

- you feel like if it ever turned into anything serious after that night, it’d either turn into an abusive relationship or a wholly unhealthy relationship. you feel this way because of the way he’s trying to control your behaviour to be exactly the way he wants it to be without any regard for you and your feelings.

- the whole situation just sets of your fight or flight response.... but it’s more of your flight response than your fight response.

- the only thing that makes you happy is a left behind wine glass on a table near you bc you could easily use it to glass him so that you can get away from him.

- you feel super unsure if any of the above is really the way that guys actually flirt now and inwardly vow to yourself to never go out to a bar EVER AGAIN.

but you just know that that whole interaction was off somehow... bc you know somewhere deep down that ANY DECENT AND NORMAL STRANGER wouldn’t fucking try to desperately confiscate your stuff (ie your phone and your bag) from you on purpose. or leave you without your stuff on purpose. or do any of the other weird bullshit this guy did.

so yeah. basically i accidentally ended up sitting next to a dude like this in a city bar in 2017. i met him by pure chance bc i was the first to sit next to him in a booth, when i went out with my friends back then. but to this day that interaction still fucking scares me to death bc i was so close to probably being sexually assualted if that guy had just bought me a drink and spiked it.

im sharing it again, for my younger followers who could be new to going out on town soon if they’re in australia and turning 18 this year.... or even 21 year olds in the US. it applies to the whole spectrum of relationships.

PLEASE STAY FUCKING SAFE GUYS!!!!!

[bigskydreaming]

Linking to an old one-shot AU headcanon-thingie that morphed into actual fic like...five paragraphs in. Its basic premise is the Zataras and Graysons knew each other from various Zatara magicians of generations past all working the stage magic circuit. So (pre-Flashpoint, of Bruce’s actual age and generation, not like, YJ version obvsly, fhalksfklsa) Zatanna ends up adopting Dick instead, and then Things Happen that result in a Jason and a Tim Zatara as well, and all three still become vigilantes, but like, ones that combine different specialties of magics with their other individual canon characteristics, like Dick’s acrobatics and Jason’s fondness of a good brawl.

(Don’t worry, Meanwhile, back in Gotham, there’s still a Bruce and as we all know, where there’s a Bruce, that Bruce is gonna Bruce. Cass and Steph and Damian all end up Waynes and Duke would be an inevitability eventually as well.)

Anyway, self-indulgently bringing this back cuz I have an unnatural fondness for Magic Batbrothers: The Musical! type AUs, and also the dynamics in this quite amused me to write. Plus, I actually have Batfamily-focused followers now, lol. 

I played Dick off as more skewed towards the ‘goofy, perpetual sunshine machine’ fandom take than I usually do, because I mean, this was mostly just crack and I do admit he is fun to write that way when its Honestly Not That Deep, and also in a universe where he is actually loved and appreciated by his little brothers, and they all get along but also occasionally hate each other lots but not really just like the real family they are AND DESERVE TO BE WRITTEN AS, AHEM!

Anyway, an excerpt to go with the link above:

When last we left our intrepid heroes, rich entitled bastards with a pervy penchant for nursery rhymes and child assassins had set their sights on claiming Dick and turning him into their mindless zombie bird-themed killing machine. 

In all fairness, they did lead with the extremely persuasive argument of 'look we totally called dibs before he was even born, so.....step off??' 

Then they kidnapped him and attempted to turn him into their mindless zombie bird-themed killing machine.

Compelling argument though that may be, Dick's brothers are not impressed. They are, however, magical, hyper-competent and extremely petty slash vindictive.

All of which is to say, Tim turns the Court into a bunch of actual owls. And then Jason summons a giant murderous hawk-demon from another dimension that eats all the owls.

And then they wait for Dick to wake up from all the drugs the Court pumped him full of in preparation for The Ritual of Zombie Assassin Making. And Tim just has to ruin it, that asshole.

"You know, hawks aren't naturally the enemies of owls," Tim says out of nowhere. Well. Not out of nowhere so much as out of concern, because Tim's natural physiological response to being worried is to get pedantic.

"What," says Jason flatly. Which is his natural physiological response to Tim being. Y'know. Tim.

Tim shrugs, his eyes intent on their older brother, who is still making like Sleeping Beauty and sooooo gonna get razzed by them for that later, once the Worries and Anxieties have all exited stage right. "It just felt like you were going for a theme. Which is fine, I'm just saying, owls don't actually have natural predators. One might occasionally get killed by a hawk, but usually that's more of a territorial dispute and still pretty much an outlier in terms of statistics."

"Why would you even say that to me right now," says Jason flatly. Not asking, because its a rhetorical question and he's currently glaring the answer to it straight at Tim's back, and that answer is ugh you are such an annoying little shit sometimes.

Which is why when Dick groggily starts to come to, he's greeted by a soundtrack of:

"God, I'm so sorry, I'm just the worst for giving you information that you didn't have before, since clearly if you had you wouldn't have gone with a hawk!"

"Well what the fuck should I gone with, a demonic taxidermist? Like excuse me for being in such a rush to heap vengeance on the pretentious shits who kidnapped our brother, I didn't have time to go to wikipedia and figure out the most appropriate dramatic irony!"

"First off, why would you ever go to wikipedia as a source, we have literally had this exact argument several dozen times - "

"First off, are you seriously giving me bullet points right now. Seriously. Bullet points. Right now. That's a thing that's happening."

"You are such an infant. How are you five years older than me? I make one little critique and you bite my freaking head off - "

"What's happening?" Dick croaks out into one of the few synchronized pauses for breath. "Where are we?"

"The secret underground lair of an evil society of ornithologists who kidnapped you because your milkshake brings all the weirdos to the yard," Jason says crankily, still glaring at Tim.

Not that fuzzy, barely conscious but always guilt-prone Dick could possibly know that its not actually him Jason's ticked at. Tim face palms at his middle brother because what are bedside manners, clearly.

"A bird-themed cult calling themselves the Court of Owls pre-selected you to be turned into the general of their elite zombie assassin army," Tim recites quickly, predicting Dick's likely request for further information.

"Well that's rude," Dick frowns. He cracks open one eye experimentally, winces when even the dim lighting is enough to give his pounding headache a booster shot. Tries the other eye. Nope. Both eyes are in agreement. Light is the enemy of all that is good right now. Ugh. Definitely rude. He likes light. How dare someone incite this unforgivable betrayal from his BFF, light? "I don't think I care for their recruitment strategy. Although at least they wanted me to be the Boss Zombie Assassin I guess."

"Yes," Tim replies dolefully. "That does appear to be the silver lining here."

Despite their antagonism of thirty seconds ago, Jason snickers. They're nuanced like that.

"Well his usual priorities seem to be in place, so I think its safe to say we got to him before they could do any actual brainwashing," Jason says. "All in favor of blowing this popsicle stand?"

"Wait, there are popsicles?"

"No, there aren't popsicles in the evil cult's secret underground murder lair. Its a figure of speech, dumbass."

"Hey," Dick pouts. He coughs once, weakly, but Jason's eyes narrow in sudden suspicion of Milking It Syndrome. "Be nice to me. I was just kidnapped and almost made an Elite Zombie Assassin Boss and my head hurts and is all fuzzy and you know how I feel about popsicles. You shouldn't joke about them if you don't have any, that's just mean. But uh, should we be rushing? If the bad guys are coming back soon I do vote for the not being here option, like, just in case turning me into the Zombie Apocalypse is still on the evil cult agenda."

He would manage to latch onto the Elite and Boss part of that info dump, wouldn't he, Jason muses. What's the timeline for how long you have to express sympathy for your almost-brainwashed brother before you can yell at him for being insufferable about it? Is half an hour long enough?

"No, its fine," Tim assures their brother. "We uh....were slightly miffed about the whole kidnapping you thing, and so we were.....efficient? I guess you could say? About making sure they wouldn't do it again. I turned them all into owls."

"And then I summoned a hawk demon that ate them. You're welcome," Jason adds, not about to be left out. Even if he's going to have words later about being characterized as 'miffed.' The walking almanac knows more words in more languages than anyone in human history, pretty much, and he goes with miffed. The fuck, Timmy. The actual fuck.

"Aww, you guys, that's so sweet." Dick beams at them. Albeit at somewhat lower than his usual wattage. Then his forehead wrinkles slightly in confusion. "Why a hawk demon? Do owls not like hawks or something?"

Tim smirks at Jason viciously.

"I hate you with the searing intensity of a thousand suns," Jason tells his brat of a younger brother. "Also, gonorrhea."