#'jealous jim' pls

[dynamitekansai]

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[redamanccys]

this was said about jenna fischer you have got to be kidding girl if she's mid what are we

[equallyshaw]

(i might do a blurb on his pov during those lost years)

YES!! i love seeing other povs!!

this takes place during 2018 christmas, june 2019 & summer 2023!

warnings: swearing! jack being immature lmao

send in more thoughts pls!!

everything that kailey did, annoyed the absolute crap out of jack. luke nor quinn had ever understood why, and jack never wanted to explain why. this christmas in particular was difficult, and missing a cherished member of the hughes family. kailey had been having a difficult time in highschool thus far, her sophomore year with luke. she decided that she was gonna fly up to upstate new york, to get away and be in a different environment. and truth be told, while she was dealing with bullies at school she was also dealing with a bully at home, and could never escape them.

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christmas 2018-

it was the day before christmas eve, and quinn had just flown in while kailey was flying out. he got into jims car and he could sense that something was wrong or off, "whats going on dad?" he questioned, nervous that it had to do with kailey. and he was right. "kails went to go visit my folks in upstate new york. she'll be back on the 2nd." he said and quinns eyebrows crinkled. "she's- she's having a really hard time at school and we already know that jack isn't helping. id rather ship him off if he didn't have practice." jim muttered and quinn sighed. "what is wrong with him? I've already spoken to him a lot this summer and he still isn't getting it." quinn said pulling out his phone to text kailey, "you're mom has about had it." jim said getting onto the expressway.

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as soon as quinn walked in, he quickly went to go find jack who was with luke downstairs. "what the hell is wrong with you?!" quinn asked turning the tv off. "hey!" both younger brothers exclaimed, and quinn shook his head. "what is wrong with you jack, huh? why do you keep driving kails away!" quinn demanded but jack rolled his eyes, standing up. "no!" quinn said pushing him back on the couch, "tell me right now why our baby sister had to fucking flee because of you!" quinn exasperated, while luke stayed silent. luke knew exactly why.

jack shook his head, "do you not realize how bad it is at school? do you not realize the amount of bullying she gets, for you to only add to it here? what is supposed to be her safe place, is not!" quinn fumed and jack sighed. "if you don't say, i know luke will tell me exactly what i need to know. im giving you a chance to come clean." quinn said standing his ground. jack was silent, "what is it?!" quinn screamed one last time.

jack sighed once more, "its always about her, kailey this kailey that, when is it my turn?" he questioned and by the look on quinns face, you thought he was about to kill his brother. "seriously? you're jealous of your sister? you're jealous of somebody who doesn't play hockey, doesn't skate, plays her own sports and gets bullied? you're jealous of your sister who does whatever she can to blend in? are you stupid?" quinn said angrily. luke rolled his eyes, "he's just upset because mom and dad make sure that they are there for everything of hers. he's upset that she has more freedom, and gets the most support out of the two of us." luke butted in and jack glared at him. "you're an idiot, an absolute buffoon jack. last time i checked, you chose this. you chose to play hockey." quinn said shaking his head. "you are the reason why you guys moved here. she may be upset at that fact, but she's moved on from it. you give her so many reasons to not like you - but shes a better person because she still wants to do right by you. she wants to prove to you that she can be a good sister. do you not realize how much shit she puts up with from you, because she wants you to be her friend at the end of the day? and don't deny it, but i heard about the 'she's literally just a roommate' comment to the boys." quinn finished, before looking at luke. "i expect more from you luke, i expect you to stand up more to this idiot." he finished before walking upstairs to find his mom. he had a plane to catch to new york.

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june 2019- nhl draft.

kailey wanted to be anywhere but here. yet, her parents and quinn had convinced her to come to vancouver with the family. kailey would do everything in her power, to not stand out because she couldn't step out of line or else jack would throw a fit. it had been hard the past few months, but she kept assuring herself that she wouldn't have to put up with him for much longer. ellen pulled her daughter into a hug the morning of the draft, as kailey began to sob. kailey had been experiencing anxiety attacks for a while at that point and only her and luke knew about them. this morning she woke up in a panic, as soon as the alarm went off. she called her mom in a panic, from the next room door and she quickly rushed over. "i - i cant do it, i cant i wont i wont." she sobbed into her mom's chest. ellen rubbed her hand over her daughter's back, holding on as tightly as she could. but she knew that if she didn't give jack the attention is so craved, she'd also never hear the end of that. "i cant mom, i cant!" she exasperated, pulling away and sitting down on the bed. ellen sat down across from her on the extra bed, waiting for her daughter to say something. "im sorry, i cant do it. i cant support somebody that tears me down every chance he gets. i literally breathe and he finds an issue with it. im over it, im not making my self physically sick anymore." she said beginning to cry again. ellen and jim could never say or do enough to get him to stop, and none of the boys would say why exactly he had done what he'd done. they'd had it with him, taking away things and grounding him but none of it did a damn thing.

ellen had a sneaky suspicion of what it was, but would not hear the truth for awhile longer.

the family had just finished getting ready and were in jack's suite, filming as well. kailey on the other hand was in her bathroom, sitting on the tile floor puking her guts out. she had made herself so physically ill the whole day, and this was the only way for her body to dismiss it. quinn knocked on the door with luke before walking in, and realized that the room was empty. luke knocked on the door, and he quickly whipped it open when he heard gagging. "oh my god!" he said kneeling down in front of her, pulling her hair back as she puked. she sat back against the bath tub and the boys took in how hollow her eyes were. her skin pale, and exhaustion plagued her features. "whats going on?" luke asked pulling her against his chest. she shrugged, as quinn texted their mom. her eyes began to refill with tears, as luke pulled her in as close as possible. "i cant go. i wont allow myself to." she whispered for only luke to hear. "he doesn't deserve my support, anymore. i cant support somebody who doesn't love me or even like me." she said louder and quinn picked it up. he left the bathroom and room, and headed over to the suit that his parents and jack were in. as soon as he walked in jack smirked, "wheres the drama queen?" he mused, making sure his tie looked good. "she's sick." was all quinn said leaning against the wall next to ellen. ellen looked over at him, and she could tell what she was exactly sick with. "sick? i doubt that. she just needs the attention on her." jack said cockily, and quinn could kill him right there he thought. or, one chance to take a swing at him. "lukes with her?" ellen questioned, and quinn nodded. ellen walked out of the suite and walked over towards kaileys.

luke wiped kaileys tears, and smoothed down her wavy hair with his other hand. she had finally reached the end of her effort, she didn't have it in her to support the brother who always thought of her as less than. her personal bully had won, and was getting rewarded for it that day.

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spring 2023- may

quinn looked over at jack, who was busy typing away on his phone. quinn had just gotten back from brunch with kailey in detroit, and he was relieved to see how kailey was doing after her sophomore year of college. she had just gotten back from study abroad and had absolutely adored her time there. she had also spoken about how she was thinking about doing a semester at sea but wasn't exactly thrilled about the cost. but quinn wouldn't hear it, he was gonna make his baby sister as happy as he could, and make up for the lost years.

"listen, youre gonna help me do something for kails." quinn announced, without giving jack a choice. jack looked up from his phone, and gave him a 'wtf' look. "yeah right." jack said, returning to his phone. "no! you're gonna do this with me asshole. you are gonna make up for the lost years. you are gonna do right by kails, and you're gonna do this with me. she deserves to be happy, you didn't see how happy she was today. i haven't seen that big of a smile since we lived in canada man. i haven't see her so content. and you are not gonna fuck this up." quinn explained, and jack set his phone down while sitting up.

"why would i help her? last time i checked she doesn't speak to me or support me." he said like it was obvious. quinn rolled his eyes, "if you weren't so thick in the skull you'd realize just how much she supports you and how much she wants you to be happy. y'know she keeps up with all your stats, and watched games with luke this season. she asks me and luke all the time how you're doing, and whats going on with your life. maybe if you'd give her the time of day, she'd open up to you and she'd show you how much she loves you. these past three years away from you has given her perspective and grace, and you don't deserve any grace. but that's who she is, always looking for the benefit of the doubt and ever the optimistic person." quinn paused, "you're gonna be a nice brother and play the part, and you're gonna do this with me." quinn said not taking no for an answer. "she has no idea that were doing this, so don't give me the "shes gonna expect more of this." but you know deep down that she isn't that person. mom and dad didn't raise her to be that way, so wipe that thought." quinn said with intuition, knowing what was going on in jack's mind.

jack sighed, "what is it for?" and quinn smiled. "semester at sea. she wants to go to europe and asia, for the spring semester. we still have time to pay for it. she got accepted but was gonna decline when she saw the final amount after scholarships and financial aid, etc." quinn said pulling up the email he got from ellen. after he left brunch, he headed over to his parent's house to talk to them. they were more than elated that quinn wanted to do this for her because let's be honest. she deserves the absolute world.

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a week later.

"quinn?" kailey called out after stepping into her parents house. she had received a text from quinn if she could meet her there, that afternoon. what she did not expect, was to see jack there with quinn. they two were in the living room, hanging out with everybody. "hey sweetie, come here!" ellen said patting the spot next to her. kailey eyed jack, as she walked over to the couch. he hadn't seen her in three years almost, and she had changed. changed for the better of course. "yes?" she questioned as the family looked at quinn and jack with smiles. "we wanted to do something for you, kails." quinn began. "think of it as a token of our brotherly love." jack said and quinn elbowed him, "you're in on this?" she questioned jack. jack swallowed hard and nodded, "umm." she said not sure how to respond. "here." quinn said standing up and handing her the envelope. it was a confirmation slip for the semester at sea and a flight to europe for docking. she took the envelope, and opened it up slowly. she saw the ticket before the confirmation slip, "oh my god? oh my god!" she said standing up and freaking out. her eyes filled with tears of gratitude, and hugged quinn. "thankyou thankyou thankyou." she said into quinns chest, and the family only laughed in response. "oh my god, i could cry." she said pulling back and looking up at her brother. "don't cry kails, it isn't necessary." he said and she shook her head. "ill repay you guys i promise! it might take awhile after graduation, but ill get there!" she said looking between jack and quinn, but they shook their head. "no! you arent repaying us a dime. we want to do it for you, we have the ability to so you don't need to worry." jack finally spoke up. worry was her middle name when it came to jackson.

"dont worry blondie, you deserve the opportunity to go, so you're going." quinn added and kailey frowned. "alright." she said softly before luke stood up and wrapped his arms around his sister. "you're gonna have to text me every day, send me all the pictures in the world. im gonna have huge fomo." luke mused and quinn second that. "come here." quinn said wrapping his arms around the other side of the girl, and she felt the weight of them. "god ii swear to god if you make me fall over." she said as the two boys laughed. quinn waved jack over, and jack fought with himself. he didn't know what to do. "get over here princess." kailey announced, and jack sighed standing up.

ellen snapped a quick picture of the four's group hug. ellen and jim looked at one another thinking the same thing, they hoped that this was the beginning of a new chapter between kailey and jack. and hoped that jack wouldn't screw it up.

hope you enjoyed!!!

also quinn and luke to the rescue 🥺

[suraemoon]

Ohhh, I didn't know, thank you for telling me! :)

Also, who do you think was Marilyn's best husband? (Just something I'm curious about!)

I totally understand, I'm the same with Rita Hayworth!

I think in marriage, James Doughtery was the best as a husband. Joe Dimaggio was an awful husband during their marriage but went out of his way to help her during those last years of her life, him being the only husband who cared enough to do so. Arthur Miller found her interesting and pitied her more than he wanted to be a husband and help her through her problems. None were her soulmate, none were her true love.

That’s my TLDR answer. If you are interested in learning a lot more about her husbands click the read more! I highlighted my main points in case it’s too long.

I’m not claiming to be a professional in any of this stuff!! My sources are Marilyn’s unfinished autobiography “My Story”, “Marilyn Monroe The Biography” by Donald Spoto, and some articles that I found. :)

Marilyn (then Norma Jeane) married James Doughtery in 1942 at the age of 16. The only reason that they wed was to prevent Norma Jeane from being placed in another foster home. When they met she was 15 years old and lived with Grace Goddard, her mother’s friend and the Doughtery’s neighbor.

In a 1990 interview James said, “They wanted to move back to [West] Virginia, and they couldn’t take Norma Jean, She would have gone back to an orphanage or another foster home, so her foster mother suggested I marry her.”

This is a heartbreaking, sad situation. She was a child who had to marry out of necessity. Marilyn said over the years that even though she was grateful for James, she wasn’t in love. “I married Jim Doughtery. It was like being retired to a zoo.” One thing I’ve noticed is that James’ perspective on the marriage is different and way more positive than Marilyn’s. He said they were madly in love and that Marilyn loved being a housewife. (because every 16 year old wants to be a housewife right?) She divorced him in 1946 because she wanted to pursue Hollywood.

Years after their divorce James wrote two books about her, did numerous interviews, and appeared in documentaries about her.

Jim Doughtery is the husband who I have the least opinions on. I’ve never read his books so I don’t know what he says about Marilyn in them. I only know a few quotes. I’ve seen some Marilyn fans talk about how he used his connection to her for attention but thats the same for everyone who has ever even been in the same room as an icon. (If you for some reason have happened to read his books pls let me know the deets, I have zero desire to buy them)

He obviously cared about her but I only trust Marilyn’s own words on what she felt like when in this marriage, not what he thinks she felt like because they differ. I don’t think they were in love.

Marilyn married Joe DiMaggio in 1954, the year after Marilyn had two of her biggest pictures and rose to stardom. If I had to use one word to describe Joe in this relationship it would be: Jealous.

Joe did not like attention, crowds, show business, or the press. He married the biggest new actress in Hollywood at the time and resented her for the attention she brought. Joe was uncomfortable and insecure with his wife being perceived as a sex symbol. He resented the fact that she would not retire from her acting career to become a housewife. Dimaggio was jealous of the attention that Marilyn got from men specifically and they made an agreement for her to wear less revealing stuff in order to not embarrass him in front of the public. The jealousy made him act cold and indifferent toward her.

He was also abusive. After Marilyn filmed the most iconic scene of her career, her white dress over the subway grate, Joe was angry and appalled at the crowds cheering her on. "Next morning, she and Gladys Whitten, Marilyn's hairdresser on the picture, confronted an appalling sight. 'Joe was very, very mad with her,' Gladys recalled, 'and he beat her up a little bit. There were bruises on her shoulders but we covered them up with makeup.'" Marilyn filed for divorce two weeks later on the grounds of mental cruelty.

I think another part of what makes Marilyn and Joe's relationships so complex is the fact that they remained great friends after the divorce and there were times where Joe's actions showed how much he cared for her even after the split. In 1961, he secured her release from a psychiatric hospital that she was forcefully admitted to. Joe visited her everyday when she was in the Columbia-Presbyterian and she joined him in Florida for a few weeks of rest after her release. After she died, he was the one who claimed her body and directed her funeral. He sent flowers to her grave weekly for 20 years after her death.

I believe that they were better off as friends than lovers. Joe Dimaggio did some awful things while they were married. He was one of the only people who cared about her during those later years of her life.

Lastly, Marilyn married Arthur Miller in 1956. I think he is yet another example of someone who just saw Marilyn as her image and not the person she really was. He married her thinking of the icon and was shocked when she was a real person with real emotions and problems. Early on in their marriage, Marilyn found Arthur’s notebook open and she discovered some of her true feelings about her.

“There she read that her husband had second thoughts about their marriage, that he thought she was an unpredictable, forlorn child-woman he pitied, but that he feared his own creative life would be threatened by her relentless emotional demands” (Spoto).

Marilyn spent a lot of this marriage wanting to please Arthur. Arthur wanted control and didn’t like her Marilyn Monroe Productions (MMP) business partner Milton Greene, someone who Marilyn trusted and who put his own life aside to help her. His encouragement of her breaking everything off with Greene led to the demise of the company.

She also had three miscarriages during their marriage which put strains on their relationship. Marilyn wanted to become a mother and provide her husband with a child. She felt like a failed partner when she couldn’t.

As the relationship went on, Marilyn’s pill addition and health problems got worse. He didn’t do a lot to help her through this. Their marriage reached its breaking point with “The Misfits”, a 1961 movie that Arthur wrote the screenplay for and Marilyn starred in. Arthur promised Marilyn that he would write her a serious role, she wanted a role that differed from her stereotypical dumb blonde. However, when Misfits came to be Marilyn was not happy with the script. Her character Roslyn was a sad, hopeless version of the Marilyn Monroe character and Marilyn felt embarrassed and unhappy playing her. Arthur changed the script every night and she took higher doses of sleeping pills to accommodate. They got divorced in 1961.

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In conclusion I think that all of Marilyn’s husbands married an ideal of her, they married the image. They disappointed themselves when they were faced with the realization that they couldn’t change her into what they wanted her to be. She was a real woman and she wasn’t picture perfect, no one is.

[mickeytheticklee]

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My favorite gfs watch Gap the series pls

Ler!Monsam

Sort of a short fic I'm sorry

THIS IS A TICKLE FIC LEMME PUT THAT OIT THERE

A couple of days ago you came to work at Lady Sam's company as a technician. It was a nice reunion as you met your long time friend Mon and her secret lover, Khun Sam. It was a dream to work with your best friend again, since you worked at the same part time job with her during high school. It was one hard day, you stayed late in the dark fixing any software to make sure no moles leak any information. It wasn't unusual for you and Mon to stay late at work, you guys used to pull at nighters to study for tests so this wasn't too bad. Sam came out of her office, ending an hour long discussion with Kirk about business and happened to see you two working together two hours after closing time. She came to Mon, asking if she was hungry so she can order food to her house to eat. You stayed away from the conversation, not trying to be the third wheel between them.

Mon: Sure I'm hungry right now. You should spend the night y/n, it's late to take the bus home.

Y/n: I don't know...I don't want to be in the way of you and Sam spending time with each other.

Sam: I don't mind feeding another mouth. We'll leave in five minutes.

You found it weird to be in the couple's business for dinner. Well until you found out Kirk was coming to, and I'm pretty sure you came to make Kirk less suspicious. You sat in the back seat with Mon, Kirk and Sam sat in the front, Kirk was driving. Mon was unexpectedly poking your sides and armpits, the stuff she used to do years back because of how ticklish you are. You were too embarrassed to tickle her back so you just jumped in silence. When she got to your tummy you accidentally slapped her, apparently that slap was louder than the conversation Kirk and Sam were having. You got mad at Mon trying to get you to laugh but she was enjoying it with her cute smile.

Y/n: Why must you tickle me? Why can't you tickle your girlfriend?

Mon: Because I want to tickle you. I thought you like tickles.

Y/n: I do...but it's awkward because you have a girlfriend to tickle.

You only did it because Mon had recalled stories of Sam getting jealous and you didn't need to fall victim of that. Even if you missed Mon tickling the shit out of you even if you both were supposed to have tickle fights. Tonight's dinner was special as Kirk was at her home with you and Mon as well as Sam's friends. It's a big improvement as before she never lets anyone step near her house, even her so called fiance. But it was a new change and new attitude thanks to Mon helping her out. Sam ordered prawns for everyone to eat at her big ass table. Mon and Sam didn't want to sit together because of Kirk there, so you sat in between with both of them holding hands under the table on your lap. It seemed like a cute moment although you wished you didn't have to be in the middle of it. You didn't get the hint that both of them liked you and did unnecessary affection to be close to you. Kirk and Tee got along with dinner and it turns out Kirk is an ally with Tee and Yuki's relationship. Jim was about to make a joke about you third wheeling Monsam but Sam shut it down real quick.

Jim: Oh...I tease them for being a couple because...

Mon: Our aesthetic is similar to Wednesday and Enid. That's why.

Kirk: Oh...that's makes sense.

Afterwards the guests had to leave, even Kirk. Kirk offered you a ride home but Sam said she was going to do it, which seemed that Sam was jealous in your mind. Kirk left and soon you got your leftovers prepared to go home. Sam said she needed to fetch her bag in her room so you went upstairs with her. Seeing her room in real life amazed you since Mon always sends dozen of pictures of Sam's room as you like the room decor. As you looked around a pair of arms hugged you from behind, from the smell of her strawberry lipstick it was Mon. You tried to hug her away until a pair of hands went on your cheeks, Sam. Your heart was ready to combust, your high school crush and your college crush in the same room. It was weird, both of them were looking at you like you were in a spotlight. Mon took your hand so you can place it on Sam's cheek, which was awkward that you were just standing there without no hand placements.

Sam: Can I...bite your lip?

Y/n: Yes you may.

Now wasn't going to be the moment where you ask what are we. It's best to leave that as a tomorrow problem. You guys washed up before just laying in Sam's bed. You weren't in Sam's bed yet, just staring off into space while Mon and Sam gossipped about the coworkers. You didn't really know how you got here, in bed with your two crushes. Was it really fate that you moved out here and got a job after being separated by Mon? While thinking you got an uproar from Mon tickling your sides. That snapped you back from Dreamland for a few minutes so you can laugh. Sam felt a tiny jealous of the tickling moments you and Mon were sharing. Not too jealous like the one time she punched Kirk for having his hands on Mon. All she has to do to catch Mon's attention is whine a bit.

Y/n: MONMONHAHAYOUCANSTOP!!

Sam: Hey, I wanna tickle her too.

Mon: You want to tickle her? Go ahead. She's all yours.

Y/n: What?!

Sam smiles and instantly goes on tickling you. You couldn't run away, not because Mon can run after you but she could punish you at work in the morning. She kept tickling your sides as you laughed on her lap. Sam finding satisfaction in tickling you brings such happiness in Mon. Too much happiness that she'll bring in pointers to put you in tickle despair.

Mon: If you want to get her good, raspberries are a must.

Y/n: WAITWAITDONTLISTEN TO HEEHAHAHAHAHA

Personally you wish to air out Mon's ticklish spots but you'll be afraid that Sam would side to her and attack you again. Sam does multiple raspberries on your tummy, making you laugh so hard you start to wheeze. You can tell Sam enjoys it by that smile, the smile where her tongue pokes out. A few raspberry later she's tickling your neck and ears to ease out your breathing. Mon joins in too because she thinks of how this is bonding time with you and Sam. Once you were alright Mon did another surprise raspberry to get you to laugh again. Having an attractive laugh sometimes can be a curse because of moments like these. Having to be body slammed by your somehow two gfs to get tickles in.

Y/n: I PROMISEIPROMISEHAHHAHAHHA

Sam: Promise to what? I didn't say anything.

Mon and Sam did find it funny that you think you're being tickled as a punishment. You three slept in Sam's bed together, waking up in soft tickles and gentle kisses in the morning. Waking up with tummy kisses under the covers is such a dream to you. It was difficult coming into work in Sam's clothing. It's much different than your sweatshirt attire that you usually wear. You envy Mon who already had a wardrobe of clothes at Sam's house. Meanwhile Sam and Mon were working in the office, they took a short break to send stickers to you. Once you barged in, obviously annoyed by the spam of stickers you saw what this was about.

Y/n: Let me guess, you wanna tickle me?

Sam and Mon: Yes.

From the morning tickles to the tickles that happened last night you weren't too annoyed by tickles. Since it happened to be with your two favorite people. Mon and Sam were discussing new changes with Diversity Pop while you were on Sam's lap, fixing her computer. Anytime that Sam needed to think she squeezes your tummy. Even if you were trying not to laugh too hard it was impossible, especially with Sam's pointy nails. When everything was set up with Sam's new computer she still wanted you on her lap. She claims the tummy squeezes and your laughter was making her think better.

Sam: Think...think...what should we have for dinner...

Y/n: SAMSAMYOURHAHHAHHAHHAHHAA

Then out of nowhere a knock came to the door, from the knock pattern it was Kirk. Sam pushed you hard to the ground, making your back hurt from the fall. Kirk comes in, obviously confused as to why you're on the floor.

Y/n: The water was slippery, so I tripped.

He understood and came here to ask Sam for paper for the printer. Damn, that hard ass push for Kirk to ask for paper?? You got pouty when Kirk left but Mon gave you a hug to say sorry for Sam almost breaking your back. You sat on Mon's lap on the sofa Sam in the back of her office. Sam got really worried and wished to hurt Kirk for giving her a scare. She gives you a back massage, although a terrible one where it made it hurt worse than before. Sam looked guilty, which you hated because she didn't mean to push you. You gave Sam head pats, telling her your back will get better and she shouldn't get better. In your mind you knew how to end this quiet moment. More tickles (that you unfortunately have to withstand but you love your gfs)!!

Y/n: You can tickle meHEHEHEHEWATCHTHERIBS!!!!

Sam: Should we babe?

Mon: We should tickle around the ribs.

[thezfc]

<OLLA was a tiny movie that wasn’t going to get seen anyway, but clashes with the director (caught on film) may not have served him. Crimson Peak’s promo was botched>

This is intriguing, I’d never heard of him having any clashes with directors. Pls can you elaborate? Also what about CP promo was botched in your opinion? Again, I know nothing about that really but v curious.

I’ve often wondered if he’s a bit jealous of Cumberbatch, Hemsworth etc. I wonder even if he feels a bit annoyed watching his female costars succeed - sometimes it feels like Jessica Chastain is in everything, for example, Olivia Coleman, Cate Blanchett etc (although latter two are a bit older than him I think) - these women have had so many roles! In many of the comparisons he could draw amongst his contemporaries, he has as much (if not more) talent and looks and yet has not had quite the same success. It must be hugely frustrating for him - as you say, he’s had a fair few cracks at breaking into that next level of fame and not quite had it land. Luck does have a part to play and even though he has been luckier than most he must have moments where he feels hard done by.

I only saw Ragnarok for the first time the other day and it did remind me how great he is. He brings so much to that character, oozes charisma and excitement, has relatively few scenes / lines but makes them count. I’d love to see him in more stuff… fingers crossed! Just look at Jeremy irons, Ian mckellen etc… at least acting you can still keep working if you want to and get some incredible roles later in life if you’re talented so there’s acres of time left for Tom if he wants it. He probably has enough time to fit in one or two more personality overhauls too, come to think of it… what should the next one be do you think?

I don’t know why that thing with the Director gets brought up ever. I’ve seen the video and you don’t even see who he’s talking to and they’re just sort of having a discussion about how a scene should go, it wasn’t a “clash” people have blown out of proportion- hardly anyone saw that, he had a great relationship with Jim Jarmusch and it was 10 years ago!

What the anon meant about Crimson Peak is that it was marketed as a horror movie instead of a Gothic romance so a lot of people didn’t go see it because they didn’t want a scary horror movie but that’s really not what it was. So it didn’t get the audience. It deserved.

[worthless-weight-in-gold]

@hiistiger​ from here

Jim’s eyes narrowed while Sebastian dug himself deeper, letting the idiot carry on without interruption. He hadn’t actually thought Sebastian had, more teasing than anything -- alright, with the deep undertone of possessiveness, but nothing more than usual. Sebastian’s response, however, launched Jim directly past jealous into cold fury. He didn’t like fucking threatening at all, but apparently the time he’d stooped to do so to let Sebastian know exactly what’d happen if he touched anyone else hadn’t been enough to get the message to sink in. He placed his pinky on the kitchen counter, gazing drifting down to it. “‘We didn’t...’” One of Jim’s fingers fell to tap on each syllable. “...‘get to that.’” His thumb brushed along the marble, pulling the rest of his hand into an easy slide before those fingers wrap around the handle of a knife, and Jim doesn’t turn back to look at Sebastian yet. Instead, he picked up the knife, studying it silently. “And what did you ‘get to’, darling?” Jim’s eyes drifted to the wall, staring at nothing, while the edge of the blade came up to rest on his bottom lip. “Imagining fucking her?” Then his eyes do finally cut to Sebastian, distant and betraying nothing.

[oh-so-heavenly]

Just more Gay Pirates

why is he playing the flute at the moon with his dick out???

smooth™

HES SLEEPS WITH ONE OF THOSE NIGHT SLEEPING THINGS I DON'T KNOW WHATA THE NAME OF IN ENGLISH FUCK BUT I'M SURE Y'ALL UNDERSTAND WHAT I"M TAKING ABOUT, THE PURPLE DOUBLE EYE PATCH SLEEP THINGY

wait who's this guy and why is he friends with blackbeard please tell me he doesn't break the ship or makes stede jealous pls

I don't know you but fuck you Calico Jack

Ew, i can smell the alcohol on his breath through the screen

they are blowing up Stede's stuff :( I don't like this

He misses Jim :( this is more sad than my parent's divorce

"fornication, twice-" ohhh you were in a funny mood Melipnos, weren't you?

They are leaving Stede out :(

"whip my balls! Whi-" SIR

IT'S THE FIRST TIME THEY HAVE A ROOM

✨A SITTING NOOK✨

"my crew mutined" okay it happens sometimes " third it's happened this year" I-

Stede is letting Jack stay FOR ED <3

Shut up Jack he doesn't even say Stede's name right

Yardies yay!

OH HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT HURT-

I don't like yardies anymore

Jim vs Spanish Jackie that was the coolest knife fight ever

"so what's going on between you two?" Even Jack knows they should be fucking together

"Blackie and I have had our dalliances" SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

Why isn't he holding his dick he's gonna stain Stede's clo- aaand he just did

FUCK CALICO JACK

Jim and Spanish Jackie having drinks together is goals

TWENTY-FIVE???

aaand Buttons is naked again

KARL NOOOOO, HE JUST KILLED KARL

He can't seriously be leaving with him

He is, I can't believe this. This cant wait be happening

He really thought fishing like that would work?

"and now he's got sand all through his beard" Stede's cute worrying about his ex boyfriend

I can't believe they broke up, look what's that's done to Stede he's spent the night awake thinking about Ed :(

"do you think this is more of a spat or a ruptured with Blackbeard?" Even Lucius knows what this is about

HE'S TALKING WITH THE BIRD? OLIVIA????

"he didn't come home last night" don't tell me Karl had a family :(

this episode has been mostly :( :( :( :( all over the place

FUCKING IZZY SENT HIM TO TAKE ED, FUCK 'EM BOTH

"FUCK YOU JACK, HE'S MY FRIEND" OH FINALLY

OLIVIA GO SHOW HIM WHAT'S GOOD

HELL YEAH NO MORE CALICO JACK

"you came back" "never left" just kiss dammit

💖THE FOOT THINGY💖

More highlights: episode one / episode two / episode three / episode four / episode five / episode six / episode seven / episode eight / episode nine / episode ten

[januarymoreau]

alright so I know literally no one cares about this but it’s my social media I’m doing what I want /lh

I’ve been seeing a lot of slander about justin russo on the internet lately and I’m currently hyperfixated on wizards of waverly place so here’s why justin is an awesome character/doesn’t deserve the hate he gets

He’s kind and treats those he loves well. Justin is canonically really good at comforting people. Although he argues with Alex a lot, at the end of the day, he’s also her older brother and genuinely cares about her. When Professor Crumbs threatens to take Alex’s magic away because she doesn’t turn her report card in, Justin says that Crumbs will also have to take his magic away. Justin is ultimately selfless. We see again and again the sacrifices he makes for Alex and I think we mainly see his kindness in that relationship. Despite that, I think he’s also notably kind to Juliet. When he finds out that he made the mistake of reporting Juliet and her parents, he instantly tries to fix it. Not only does he try to fix it, but he puts his job as Monster Hunter in jeopardy for Juliet and her parents - her parents haven’t even been that nice to him. Justin is ultimately selfless and at the end of the day, he sacrifices himself or what he wants for others. When Rosie turns back into a good angel, instead of selfishly continuing to date her and keeping her in the mortal world (which he could have done - she literally offers to stay with him), he gives her up because he realizes the world needs a guardian angel more than he needs a girlfriend. Even though it hurts because he loved her, he gives her up. There’s no “award” for doing this - he won’t move up a level in the wizard competition, he really won’t get any recognition for giving Rosie up. He doesn’t even get any recognition for turning the moral compass back to good. He does it because it’s the right thing to do. Although later I’ll argue that Justin is constantly seeking validation, I also think that the heroic/good things he does are often done with no expectation of being praised for it. He does them because he has a strong sense of morals. He’s also kind to Harper, Zeke, his parents, and even Max, who people rarely ever show kindness to in the show.

He’s in touch with his emotions. When the show starts, Justin is very against anything that will show him as feminine or emotional. In fact, he even says he’s allergic to emotions (or something like that) to cover for the fact that he’s crying over his missing dog. As the show goes on, we see Justin start to embrace and accept his emotions more and to lose touch with his toxic masculinity. I think dating Juliet changed him in a lot of ways (making him more relaxed, etc), and I think one was encouraging him to be more emotional. After Wizards vs. Vampires, Justin is pretty emotional and open about his emotions in the show. He’s even open with talking about them. In the movie, he opens up to Alex about how he feels like Jerry & Theresa wouldn’t love him as much if he were less “perfect,” which brings me to my next point.

At the end of the day, Justin is a sad character. I know it’s a kid’s show but they really do cover a lot of issues so bear w me. I’m hyperfixated and I like to over analyze shows so I’ve thought about this a lot. Justin is the oldest, which means he already deals with pressure to be perfect. Then, add in the fact that his parents are constantly describing him as the “perfect child” and putting him on a pedestal, while pitting the kids against each other as a result of the wizard culture bc of the family competition (I love Jerry & Theresa but they’re not perfect). He’s also a high achiever and we know he puts extreme pressure on himself to do well - they always make a joke about it but it’s actually quite sad. He literally feels poorly about himself when he gets a B and bases his entire self worth on his grades and skills as a wizard. In fact, in the movie he voices doubt about whether or not he’s good at anything other than magic. I have a few things I want to say about all of this. First of all, I think Justin is constantly seeking validation. I think as the oldest and “best” child, he feels the need to be perfect all the time, but he also does many of the things he does because he just wants validation. When Harper decides to run a marathon, Justin does too, and sadly his accomplishment of finishing it is overshadowed by Harper “winning.” I also think Justin feels threatened by the success of others because he thinks it invalidates his. When he opens up to Alex in the movie, he says that he’s jealous of her because it seems like everything comes naturally to her. Justin feels as if his parents loving his siblings takes away from their love from his. It’s irrational, but very real. Which brings me to my next point - Justin has generalized anxiety disorder. It makes sense - the overthinking, the outbursts he has (Alex refers to it as a conniption once) of panic or frustration, the overachieving, etc. As someone who probably has autism, I also think he’s autistic (which would explain his troubles with tone, struggle making friends, obsessions with things like Captain Jim Bob Sherwood and science, being better w robots than people, and so much more).

Ultimately, Justin has a strong moral backbone. Although he’s a stickler for the rules and this oftentimes leads him to do bad things initially, he always does the right thing in the end. For example, when Justin and Alex go to court and Justin duplicates himself to be his lawyer, his lawyer ultimately proves that Justin is guilty; he even says something along the lines of “We’re Justin Russo. We always do what’s moral and just.” Justin has a strong sense of justice (which could also be from being autistic but I could do a whole other post about neurodivergency coding in WOWP and Disney & Nick shows overall bc there’s a ton of coding) and does what he thinks is right, most of the time. Sure, sometimes he does bad things, but he’s also a teenager at the end of the day and he’s highly competitive.

Finally, Justin Russo is super progressive - in fact, he’s probably the most progressive characters of the show. He acknowledges climate change and actively tries to create a solution for it. In fact, for his science fair project he makes a water powered engine, which would reduce carbon emissions. He also wears a shirt at one point that says “Make art not war.” I will admit that his biases against the werewolf he dated were problematic, but he clearly grew from that because he never held any of that against Mason. He’s also into science and is a nerd and although this is a stereotype, most young people who are into science and are nerds are progressive. I’m pretty sure he also is well aware of current events and would probably read the newspaper. Also I myself headcanon Justin as trans and bi (again could make another post about characters in wowp that are queer)

Little note even tho probably no one will see this - this is all just for fun. If you disagree with anything I said, just say it politely hahsh. Also please don’t make fun of me for this WOWP is a huge hyperfixation and comfort thing for me rn and I just wanted to make a silly little post where I analyze one of my comfort characters. Also I kin Justin so pls don’t like hate on him in the comments.

[arfincald]

Feels Like You

—an elmax fic cause im on a gay breakdown

—this is made out of impulse so it wasn't well thought pls bear with me:>

—english isnt my first language so there might be errors

word count: 5,032

contains: angst, fluff, crack (?)

timeline: ending of s3 to ep9 of s4

One thing that Eleven doesn't quite comprehend is how she'd drop every significant thing that she has for a certain red-headed friend. I mean, she hated her at first? Might even be jealous due to Max's relationship with Mike, who didn't even go past platonic? And hate?

Maybe because she's grown to like Max. How she gives sarcastic but deserving remarks from those who were mean to her, and most especially mean to her friends. To Eleven. Max introduced Eleven to Wonder Woman, to the things the boys didn't have an idea of. An experience of. For Eleven, Max is a living wonder; a person to ponder at night, and a person to spend time with all daylight.

"Well, I'll wait for you to come in spring break?" Max said to El to lessen her worry. Her sadness.

Hopper just died. Gone. It was all so fresh in El's mind. So were her lost powers. Her lost capabilities. El felt like she lost not just an arm and leg, but also her heart. The person who treated her as his child is dead. It's all so heart-wrenching… and leaving Hawkins for Lenora wasn't even a part of it.

"I'll miss you." Eleven embraced Max for another time this day, but the last for the following months.

Just like Mike, Max was active with sending letters to Eleven for the first few months her family moved to Lenora. And to both, she always enthusiastically replied back. However the only thing was… it was only her enthusiasm that was constant. Eleven lost contact with Max the same way Will lost contact with Mike.

"I'm jealous of you," Will blurted out one morning while they were eating breakfast, getting ready to go to school. Something which was hell for the both of them. They've got no one but each other.

"I am jealous of those who are in Hawkins," El replied as she ate her daily dose of eggos. They could see Max… talk to Max, spend time with Max.

Will couldn't contain his laugh and so was El. Just like what she wrote to Mike from her most recent letter, she's getting good at English and grammar. Though still, she was unbeatable in Math.

The conversation didn't go on because Jonathan and his friend Argyle, came to fetch them. And like she normally would, Joyce would shout while the van drives off, saying something about Argyle's driving but ending off at the word 'take care'.

She was sweet, Eleven was always so aware of it. She was thoughtful, caring, and an empath. Joyce was the mother every kid deserves to have but still… There is something missing. Hopper.

Jim Hopper and his enormous cuddly size. His voice. His shouts. His anger which is often due to his wrong expression of care but still… Jim is all that Eleven wanted as a father. She never lost hope for her dad, that would never wear off— she's sure. The chief is a living miracle for El, despite his thought he's cursed. Eleven was well aware that not all people are like Joyce and Hopper, ready to take her in. Not all people are like Jonathan and Will, ready to welcome her in. And not all people are like Mike and Max, ready to shelter her in their deepest hearts.

Eleven is the stranger 'thing'. She was the lab rat, raised as one, treated as one. But these people… they made her feel human. Someone. One of them. A part of their friends. A part of their family. A part but still… apart.

She thought nothing had changed between her and Mike. That the distance was the only reason why their letter seemed cold. Distant. But when he came over for the break… It felt like love was never there. Like the Mike she loved and sheltered her despite his anger for Eleven's 'lying' is gone. Or at least not with the Mike she's with now.

Mike's somebody else. If she was the one who went to Hawkins, would it be the same?

"My friends… are in danger," Eleven said to Martin Brenner in gritted teeth. "They need me."

She needs them, but she couldn't say it out loud. Especially the person that first comes into her mind when she thinks of herself. It was not Mike… it wasn't from anyone within the first friends she had met. It was… Max. The person who made her try things out. The person who encouraged her to explore, to try… until she finds something that feels like her.

Max was the person who made Eleven realize that… she belonged. She feels like her.

And upon seeing that Max is Vecna's— or for Eleven, Henry's target, made her more determined to get out of Martin Brenner's grasp. Made her more angered. Whatever it takes, she will save Max. Her Wonder Woman.

Eleven won't let Henry's fingertips touch any area of Max's skin. Again. Especially now that her powers are back. Never been better. Never been greater… but for Max? Eleven will do everything for her power to be the greatest. Great enough to outdo Henry's.

She thought that Owens had a chance to persuade Brenner. But no. Martin Brenner still stood beside his manipulative reputation.

"You're not ready, Eleven," were Brenner's words that lingered in Eleven's mind. It made her doubt… because if she's unready, what help could she provide? Her answers in a Math test? Heck, she had a bad score in her last test in that subject.

Even though she's already out of Martin Brenner's grasp, probably forever now, there's still something in him that lingers in her. It wasn't just the doubts he's been giving to her. It was not just the uncertainties… it's also the capabilities he says. But he's the monster. He looked for the light in all when he's almost pure evil.

Now that she's with Mike and her brothers and Argyle, Eleven's certain that something has faded. She loves Mike, sure, but now… She doesn't know the extent of that love.

Passion.

Courage.

Love.

Red.

Max.

Home.

"Piggyback," Eleven said.

It was impossible for them to reach Hawkins, so they had to compromise. Compromise… the thing in the middle, as to what Hopper told her. Max's safety is Eleven's priority. Not going back to Hawkins. It was her help… that might provide Max the best help, or at least give them the upper hand.

As Eleven explains to her friends she's with the concept of Piggyback, all of her doubts didn't leave, but something climbed the tower of her mind. What would Eleven say to Max once she reaches her?

Somehow, amidst the tension of saving the world plus saving Max, blood rushed to Eleven's cheeks. Would Max be able to touch her? Where would Max touch her? Her cheeks? Her shaved head? Those places… Eleven also touched. She imagined the warmth of her hand as Max's, and she couldn't help but to smile.

"Are you okay, El?" Eleven got out of her reverie when Mike spoke to her while on their way to somewhere Argyle suggested.

Eleven smiled again. "I feel like me, Mike."

Eventually, they've reached a Surfer's Boy Pizza branch, and somehow, Argyle and Jonathan were able to get the crew to lend them the kitchen. It was confusing to Eleven, but just like what they explained to her before, it was all organic, so she doesn't have to panic.

"It's good, Mike!" El exclaimed after tasting the pizza Argyle made. The pizza with pineapples.

Not minding Mike's protest, she and Argyle forced him to try the pizza. Though they've talked about something deep earlier, plus the light feeling of this interaction about the delicious foreign pizza, Eleven has thought of something. Maybe… Mike and her would be better off platonic.

The skinships, the confessions… didn't affect Eleven the way that it should've. Love is a foreign feeling but… so was wanting to be friends with the person she's supposed to love romantically. A foreign feeling... that's better than anything. That deserves to be tried out.

"A Max memory."

Eleven roamed around the skateboard rink. The transition of her finding in the dark into seeing the light of California. Into seeing the eye-catching little red-hair who flipped a boy off due to his mean comment. It was so adorable. Max is so feisty even before.

Eleven's feisty red-head.

And just like her unbelongingness, she saw something. Something which is in contrast to sunny California. A glimpse of the winter Snow Ball in Hawkins.

"Every breath you take… And every move you make… Every bond you make, every step you take, I'll be watching you…"

El remembers what happened that night. The night which signifies the end of it all… or so they thought. Nothing could compare the happiness Eleven felt that night, and she thinks that she's not the only one alone with that too.

Max kissed Lucas that night.

Eleven was happy when she first heard it two years ago… but now? Her insides feel like they are burning. She couldn't find the right word, but it was infuriating her now.

And that song playing? It was supposed to be romantic, comforting, but it feels so… invading. Creepy. It was all so treacherous. Add Dream a Little Dream of Me by Ella Fitzgerald and Frank Sinatra? Maybe there are different types of hell afterall.

That's a fact. When she entered that thought, the light and vibrant California became an uncanny replica of the Snow Ball. A horrible Snow Ball. No people, cold ambiance, a winter hell, except for… Eleven's bright red-head, pinned up against the wall, gasping for air.

Max is so scared… and the need to protect her took over Eleven more than the speed of light. Eleven raised her hand as she ordered her mind to restrain Henry, or for Max, Vecna. Or One. Or Henry up in the air. Whoever that worm-eaten, burnt over, telekinetic disgusting being. Better be, devil.

"You…" Vecna said, his voice hoarse.

"Hi."

She was awestruck seeing Eleven after a long time, and her facing Vecna wasn't even included in that. Max couldn't help but to think if the Eleven she was seeing was just a fragment of her desperate mind or not. How could she be here? Have she got her powers back?

As Eleven throws Vecna over the bleachers with her powerful mind, Max feels guilty, even for a split second of the fast ascending time. She intentionally distanced herself away from her friends, from Lucas, and most especially from El. As if the literal distance wasn't enough.

Max didn't feel worthy of Eleven's help, but she was already running towards her, and Max… was desperate for help. Most of the time, Max is egocentric, she's aware of it, she was grateful Lucas could withstand it, but Eleven… She makes Max so submissive. A good type of submissiveness.

Max could even say that she idolizes El more than Lucas idolizes Kate Bush, which says something… weird. She wanted to have time to think about it… but later. It all has to be later. So that she could live. So that no one would read her letters.

Because never in Max's shitty life, would she let Eleven read that letter nor even take a peek of what's inside. That's a mental promise she made to herself just now. She wasn't ready to die, she wouldn't die. She just… can't.

"Max, are you okay?" Eleven asked after reaching Max and helping her stand up. Her hands were on her arms, something that confused Max even more.

"Huh?" How could Eleven touch me?

"Are you okay?" Eleven's hand went up to Max's cheek, checking for anything.

"Yeah. Are you…" Max reached out to touch Eleven's shaved hair, down to the other parts of her face. "Are you real? D-Did I make you?"

For Max, that's the only possible way. As much as she wanted to believe that the Eleven before her eyes were real, she's not aware if Eleven could actually touch her by her mind. For Max, it's either this Eleven is made up by her head, or another part of Vecna's deception.

Meanwhile, Eleven understands this. That's why she held Max's hands and put it near her heart, wanting Max to feel her warmth, her heartbeat, or to at least to assure her she's no foe. That even if the world turns their back to Max Mayfield, there will always be her, Jane Hopper, Eleven, ready to embrace her and shelter her in. Hate the person she hates, look out for her when no one does.

Eleven will always side with Max, no doubts on that. And she will do anything for her, either by her physical capabilities may it be weak or insufficient, or by her mental power.

"I'm real," Eleven whispered tenderly, her eyes intently gazing into Max's doubtful ones.

"How?" Max demanded.

"I piggybacked from a pizza dough freezer."

Max was speechless and eyed Eleven absurdly. Well, of course, does her statement make any sense the first time you hear it? No. "What?"

And seeing Max's utterly confused and dumbfounded expression, El tried to elaborate but the time was taken by Vecna. Rustles and clattering of objects where he got thrown echoed as he stood up, also drawing the attention of the two girls to him.

Eleven ordered Max to stay behind as she will protect her like a programmed oath, and step forward like the superhero everyone expected her to be. But no, she wasn't doing this for the honor, she was doing this for the red-head she ordered to stay behind… and to prove something. Something that she overlooked until now.

As Vecna moved his way towards Eleven, who's eyeing him— glaring at him while also going her way towards him, his menacing breaths gave Max's heart a rapid race. Not for herself now, but for the girl in front of her. The girl who's standing so bravely before her eyes. Eleven… or as Max has decided to call her, her wonderwall. The girl who saved her… not only from Vecna, but also from herself.

The memories they shared are worth fighting for, and the memories they have to make… are something worth living for. Max has to live.

"If you touch her again… I will kill you, again."

Eleven's words came out strong, confident, dangerous, venomous; fatal. Shivers ran down to Max's spine, first ever hearing someone be protective of her to this extent. She should've seen this coming since this is El; the ever passionate and protective mage, but still, the feeling of getting in this very place is… very out of place and… beautiful, wonderful.

"Is that what you did?" Vecna questioned, but no answers were spilled. "Hmm? Did you kill me? I am so glad… you are here, Eleven. This is going to be… beautiful."

Out of thin air, pieces of stakes rose up, and aimed towards the girls. When thrown, El dodged it and threw it on the side but Vecna took this as a chance to take Eleven off guard to gain the upper hand in which he did.

Max tried to help… she did, but nothing happened. It didn't change anything. But for her, at least she tried. She wanted to help El, by any means necessary, that's just all. No more reasons. Not to sustain her pride, no… Max just wanted to contribute.

As she watches El stumble down and suffer, Max just wanted for El to be free. Maybe she was being selfless, but the sight of Eleven trying hard to get the upper hand over Vecna pained Max… She's blaming herself for it, somehow. Or she was attempting anything because she was just so desperate.

If that's the sight Max will have to see, she'd just give up… but in return, for El to be free.

"Don't be afraid. Try and stay very still…"

El wasn't free. She was tangled up in vines. Choked up. Max wouldn't let him take her this way… One has to die for the other to survive. "No…"

"It will all be over soon."

Silent screams of Eleven were shouts of desperate anger. Her feelings were all scattered in her system, nothing is in somewhere, everything is in anywhere. Her tears fell off of her eyes as Max's consciousness was getting consumed by Vecna.

Their memories… will only be Eleven's.

No more comics.

No more Madonna.

No more skateboards.

No more Max.

Eleven was so near giving up… but if she's going to surrender, what's the point of regaining her powers? Of relieving her memories? Of lifting the tank? Of fighting Brenner? All of her sacrifices will be nothing if she surrenders. She will be nothing if she surrenders. She didn't fight for Max… that's the worst. Eleven's worthless if she won't protect Max.

All of Eleven's scattered feelings started to unite to become her drive. Fight. She has to fight. Max will not die. She won't die. Her wonderwall won't be wrecked tonight.

Her love… It won't end like this.

The vines around her started to loosen up while her determination to save Max soars high. And when Eleven had finally freed herself, Henry was thrown out of Max's reach. Eleven's hand is not only extended to fight off Henry, it was also intended to reach out on Max.

Her screams… meaning to express her love.

Eleven went nearer to Vecna as she continued to restrain him against the vined pillar he landed on. He continued to fight but El was giving it her everything. Afterall, she was doing this for her everything.

Henry isn't free. He was under the grasp of Eleven; the mere kid who he had hoped to be beside him as he reshaped the world for his own definition of appropriate and right. Eleven… who defeated him years before, and now was about to, in her mind, but will always be not in his.

"You… and your friends believe you have won… Don't you?" Henry asked, his voice reflecting him getting restrained.

Eleven hasn't even had her hand raised up at this point, she could control him without exerting more effort.

"But this… is only the beginning. The beginning of the end. You… have already lost."

"No," Eleven interjected in greeted teeth. "You have."

Right after, the fragments of the reality they were in started to crumple, disintegrate, fade. Eleven's eyes roamed around confusingly and all she saw was engulfing darkness. She looked back to see Henry, but he was gone too.

All that was left was… Eleven didn't know what happened next, she was transported into another place. She saw Lucas, holding… holding a familiar red-head. Her eyes started to swell as the sight of Max with her body arms and legs bent over, her eyes white with blood falling out. Max was heaving in Lucas' fingertips crying, begging for help while Lucas was looking for it too, his eyes bloodshot with his face covered with blood and bruises.

"We need a doctor! Call an ambulance! Hurry! Call an ambulance!" Lucas sobbed as he looked back at Max.

"Lucas—"

"Y-Yes, I'm here… I'm here…"

"I… I can't feel or…" Max was struggling to find words or even to find herself. She was in horror. She was totally in total darkness and numbness. "S-See anything…"

"I know, it's o-okay.. It's okay.. We're gonna get you h-help, okay? Just hold on…"

"Lucas, I'm scared," her lips quivered and continued to cry. "I'm so scared… I'm s-so scared…"

"I know, I know…" Lucas felt so horrible his cries aren't enough to express it. All that he's supposed to do was to look after Max, take care of her, make her happy, comfort her… What is this? He was given a simple task… yet he failed.

"I don't want to die! I-I'm not ready…" Max doesn't know what happened to Eleven. She couldn't leave like this… She won't leave with doubt. Where is Eleven?

But Eleven was there. She was beside Lucas. She was with Max. She's hearing everything, Max's fright, Lucas' cry, her… What does she feel? What can she do? She won't leave Max to ensure what happened to Henry. All El knows is that Henry is the least of her concern if Max is like this.

"N-No…" El whispered when Max suddenly fell silent, a tear rolled and no more followed… She wasn't moving. Max isn't moving. "No!" She shouted in agony, in pain, as she leaned closer to her chest, weeping.

Max isn't feeling like her.

Lucas tries and tries to call Max but she never answers. His tries became desperate and turned into anguished sobs, as he shaked Max's body but it never moved. She never moved. Max..

"I love you… please come back, Max. I love you…" Eleven repeated. "Max, answer! Give me anything please…"

Eleven hears Mike, Will, and Jonathan calling out for her but she has an idea, and she's contemplating if she's doing it or not. El never took her eyes off Max's body. Deceased body… but no. She was no corpse. El won't let it, but can she do it?

"No," Eleven said. "You're not going. No." She slowly reached out to hold Max's chest and closed her eyes, trying what she had in mind. Desperately.

The memories of them echoed in Eleven's mind. The start of trying new things. Of befriending Max. Of discovering herself. Of being her. Max was the beginning, the reason El tried. And now, she still does. Now, if time won't let them have new memories to relieve, Eleven will make her way. She will make her own rule.

As far as she's concerned, she loves Max. It doesn't matter if El loses her powers again from trying, what matters is that she succeeds. Max is her necessity… she tried new things because of her advice, trying new things without Max wouldn't feel like El would do. It wouldn't suit Eleven. Eleven wouldn't feel like doing so.

It would be unlikely.

As El, Mike, Will, Jonathan, and Argyle made their way to Hawkins, El had asked Mike for a break-up, with a reason she hadn't been faithful to him. Friends don't lie, is a principle Eleven holds. So why would she lie to Mike?

Eleven notices the look Will has been giving Mike. His different form of attentiveness whenever Mike says something, Will's enthusiasm… when Mike's talking to him. But she also sees Mike's obliviousness about it. How can he not see it? Is he blind?

When they reached Hawkins around two days after, they were welcomed by leaving vehicles. And when they reached the Municipal Hall, they saw the damage they were sure Henry caused. It is, however, labeled as a 7.4 earthquake.

The Wheeler's residence where they stopped. After a long time, Eleven has finally witnessed familiar faces… but no Sinclair was there. Nancy gave El a blue hoodie to cover herself up before making their way to the hospital, the place they said Lucas is at.

Eleven knows what a hospital is, she was technically raised in one, but this type of feeling, of worry, is foreign. She already knows who she'll see… but what she'd feel? It's still unknown.

Even with all of her friends' reassurances, she couldn't feel at ease. The California crew knows what she did, and what comes in her mind. It is inevitable that she'll think this incident is her fault, because just like what Brenner warned her, she was unprepared.

The monster she believes, might be right afterall.

When they entered a private room, they were welcomed with Lucas, his face all bruised due to the fight he had with a jock, as to what they told her. They shared a hug, a mutual understanding, it felt.

"She's…" Lucas trailed off, as he took a step back for Eleven to make her way in. "Just asleep. She can't see, she can't feel, but she's there, El. I don't get it, she… lost her heartbeat. Then it came back. The doctors said it was a miracle."

"She's… not in a coma?" El asked.

"No," Lucas shook his head. "Max is conscious."

Eleven couldn't help but to stare at a lying Max in awe. She has a lot of things on her, a brace on her neck and other parts of her body, and a lot of machinery beside her bed. Eleven did something… but the rest? It was all on Max. Her courageous red-head.

She sat on the edge of the bed and held Max's hand, not caring everyone's stare from her back. "I'm here, Max," Eleven whispered tenderly. "I'm real. You did so well…"

Eleven gently soothed the back of Max's hand, and blushed when she heard her speak.

"W-Where did you piggyback from, El?"

Ashamed to answer, Eleven just laughed. "Hi."

"Hi…?"

"I'm so proud of you, Max."

And Max… exactly feels like her now.

Eleven spent most of her days in the hospital with Lucas. They've formed a bond, actually. They agreed to make Max a journal so that she could catch up when she got better. Max doesn't understand the concept of it really, since she completely knows what's happening— she's conscious, not in a coma!

"Okay, next," Lucas said as he re-adjusted the static on the radio. "Steve."

Eleven was on the floor, seated on a carpet with a dark handkerchief masking her eyes. Lucas was on the sofa, writing whatever Eleven will see, and Max constantly scoffs with their stupidity. She only calls it like that, but she really appreciates it.

At one point Max was scared they might overuse Eleven's powers or something, like the fear Mike once had is now transferred to her. She tried talking to Lucas about it, but her reassuring friend told her the thing she told Mike before.

"El is the one who knows the limit of her powers, Max," Lucas said with a laugh, Max remembered. "But let me tell you something, she's really beautiful lately."

Max scoffed as she went back into reality. "This is so—"

"Max," Lucas and El both warned.

If she could move her eyes, Max would definitely roll it due to them. Instead, she just flicked her tongue.

"I see Steve…" El started after some time, and Max immediately heard Lucas writing. "On a bed. He was reading a magazine… He has no top on, he has… hairs? Hairs on his chest."

"Jungle," Lucas said with a grin, remembering something, of course it was for Max.

"He was making happy screams—"

"Yep, no, that's it," Lucas interjected El which earned him a glare after El took the handkerchief away. "I wouldn't write that, El!"

"But it was just happy screams. Max said—"

"No, it's fine," Max cutted El off. "I really wouldn't appreciate that part if I read it."

That happened several times, but Lucas and Max persuaded El not to tell Steve but to tell Robin instead. El never did so. She felt like that was disrespectful, so she never wanted to do it. All she wanted was for Max to feel belonged.

Eleven and Lucas made Max's stay more light. Lucas is a great friend… he had been a great boyfriend too, but Max feels like they were better off as friends. She felt that if she continued what she and Lucas had, it would end up bad for the both of them. But not as bad as Neil and her mom, no, just… It's a weird set-up.

But Eleven… There's always an enticing thing about Eleven. She's opinionated, she's willing to learn, she's great at Math, and very respectful. Max has never felt Eleven be disrespectful to her after they became friends. But the term friends with Eleven… is a big no-no in Max's vocabulary.

One afternoon, Hopper just left after driving El into the hospital, the door of Max's room sprung open, revealing Dustin, Steve, and Robin. All of them have this worried and alarmed expression on their face, El and Lucas both saw. They shared a meaningful stare, before looking at Max who's waiting for El to continue the story she narrates.

"What's going on?" Max asked. "Who entered?"

"Hey…" Steve nudged Dustin. "Tell them."

"I just had a theory…" Dustin trailed off.

"What theory?" El stood up from the chair she was sitting on beside Max's bread. Dustin didn't answer.

"What theory, Dustin?" Lucas repeated, his voice firm.

"That Vecna might use Max as a vessel to transcend in dimensions…"

Scared is an understatement. They all left when they couldn't handle Max's silence. Only El stayed. Lucas wanted too, but he has other duties, duties as a son to his mother. And perhaps it's great that they left, because Max couldn't process anything the theory Dustin had.

Max doesn't know what emotion she has in a certain minute, it changes drastically. Worriedly, El asked Will about it, the only person who could relate with Max, but he said that it's normal for Max to act like that. He's right, Eleven thought as she stared at a sleeping figure of Max later in the evening, who would act normally if they were in her position?

Even though El is aware that Max can't feel her touches, she still never fails to hold her hand as she tells her stories, as she greets her good morning, and she says her good night, as she expresses her love. Eleven has grown to like touching Max to express her feelings towards the red-head.

Because not all love should be noticed. Should be said. Some could be kept in the dark. It's not really wrong.

Like Eleven's love towards Max.

Like Max's love towards Eleven.

Love is a glimpse of the person who gives it. It is a part of them. Maybe now's not the time to tell it, but love… is a feeling of you. A feeling that should never be estimated since it is indefinite, nor be compared. You couldn't coerce yourself into love, especially romantic love, because the prime rule of a feeling is genuity. You explore things… until you feel something that feels like you.

[heroofpenamstan]

—OC PROFILES: JOANNE & MICHAEL

tagged by the lovelies: @shallow-gravy​, @shellibisshe​, @belorage​, @honeysides​, @strafethesesinners​, @faithchel​, @blissfulalchemist​! thank you, dears! x since i’m tragically late to the party as per usual, not going to be tagging anyone since i assume most of my mutuals have done it, but if you want to go right ahead and tag me too so i can see! :”)) also, fair warning: 80% of the questions i answered at ungodly hours overmedicated on paracetamol and it shows because re-reading this in the morning was a Yikes

GENERAL

name: joanne burton alias(es): jo, annie ( mike exclusive ), burton, dep, jr. deputy, rook, traitor, sinner, wrath/pain in the ass ( john exclusive ), rabbit ( jacob exclusive ), heinous fucking bitch—( also john exclusive ), black widow ( new dawn au ) gender: cis. female age: 29 birth: 30th october, 1988 place of birth: meridian, idaho spoken languages: english; may or may not recite some hebrew lines over the holidays sexual preference: bisexual occupation(s): junior deputy of hope county, montana/menace to all cultists everywhere ( in a certain radius of said hope county, montana, anyway )

APPEARANCE

eye colour: brown hair colour: black height: 157cm ( 5′2 ), or approximately 7′11 when balancing on michael’s shoulders to peer inside john’s windows scars: split right eyebrow ( thanks, jake ), minor cuts and incorrectly healed bruises and gashes, scarred bullet wound on left hip ( you’re welcome, jake )

FAVOURITE

colour: orange or yellow or cyan, or whatever is more stupidly eye-catching and not at all fit for her current environment song: i’ve been thinking by handsome boy modeling school food: various stir-fries, fruits and protein ( or anything that she claims to be “healthy” when, truly, bitch is one step away from living off of instant noodles and canned pineapple and cigarette buds from dutch’s stash ) drink: beerherbal teas and infusions

HAVE THEY

passed university: no, but passing the police academy was already a pleasant enough surprise for her had sex: today? no. two weeks ago? probably had sex in public: probably said two weeks ago gotten pregnant/ someone else pregnant: yes, but we don’t talk about it kissed a boy: yes ( derogatory ) kissed a girl: yes ( affectionate ) gotten tattoos: yes, loads: most were practice scribbles for her ex-girlfriend, and the only true meaningful one she possesses is lydia, scrawled into her pinky in remembrance. otherwise, john seed do not even engage with that rusty ass tattoo gun— gotten piercings: yes, loads multiplied; if there’s a place for a piercing in her ears, she has them. also, an old septum piercing she hasn’t worn in a hot second been in love: yes, loads squared ( girl rents out her heart on the weekdays and cries about the scratches she notices on saturday, but still repeats it all over again come monday; falling in love for her is easy, but actually loving someone and getting over her self-loathing to do so is a whole different ball game ) stayed up for more than 24 hours: she’s probably on hour 31 as we speak ( someone knock her out pls )

ARE THEY

a virgin: whitehorse has heard enough horror stories in the break room between her and joey to last him a lifetime a cuddler: closeted cuddler, yes a kisser: most definitely; woman has to play up her natural assets scared easily: her response time is too lagged for that jealous easily: depends; she’s more jealous of what she should have/could have/would have had in a general sense than being jealous of a particular person or a thing trustworthy: in her own way, yes dominant: disgustingly so submissive: not in this lifetime in love: very much so single: very much so part 2

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: yes, but it’s more by means of unintentional yet severe substance abuse thought of suicide: not as often as one would assume; joanne has a very strong sense of self-preservation, but tends to run from her bleak reality by means of one harmful way or the other attempted suicide: once or twice during her lowest points in life wanted to kill someone: on the daily have/had a job: girl had juggled three part-time jobs; there is nothing she fears anymore have any fears: ( see above ) to fall back into old bad habits, loss of control, death, failure, a bad future, poverty, being abandoned and forgotten, long stays at a hospital, the judges, the bliss, the power of john’s hair gel

FAMILY

sibling(s): micah burton ( older brother ) parent(s): abigail burton née belman ( mother ); jim burton ( father ) children: asher seed ( daughter in new dawn au ) significant other: jacob seed ( circumstantial lover/”could do without” mentor/#prisonwife #prisonhusband #imkidding #kinda ) pets: boomer for the cuddles, cheesecake for the throttles ( bitch naturally attracts the judges but will forget her dog 101 and run away like what does she think will happen then?? )

GENERAL

name: michael scott-hughes alias(es): mike, mikey, mickey ( mary may exlusive ), mike the bike/fall’s end’s bicycle, resistance’s poster boy, manwhore, cassanova, the archangel ( joseph exclusive ), the antichrist ( also joseph exclusive ), war dog, hughes boy ( fairgrave exclusive ) gender: cis. male age: 30 birth: 6th july, 1988 place of birth: fall’s end, montana spoken languages: english, russian, basic chinese mandarin and turkish sexual preference: pansexual occupation(s): residential shady, shady man ( international arm’s dealer, most recently demoted to local resistance leader and occasional general goods store co-owner )

APPEARANCE

eye colour: green hair colour: brown height: 181cm ( 5′11 ), and 6ft on tinder jkjk man’s confident enough to not grasp for that extra inch, unlike someone ( john ) scars: heavily burnt left hand ( from trying to fish out his ex girlfriend’s boiling corpse r.i.p. to that steaming puss— ), gash on his right temple, nicely healed gun wound on left shoulder, not so nicely healed amputated right hand ( man’s not having the best time in my canon, is he ), various incorrectly healed cuts and bruises

FAVOURITE

colour: green and rustics song: wild world by yusuf/cat stevens food: unlike the faker above, michael actually likes to cook and eat healthy meals, so anything from salads to veggies to oatmeal to soups will do ( and meat; man’s been a vegetarian for a grand total of 4 days in his entire life ( or 14, if you count the time he got abducted to john’s bunker womp )) drink: sugary drinkswhiskey, fresh juices, “water can be so, so sexy, annie—”

HAVE THEY

passed university: no, though michael really busted his ass to self-educate on subjects that will be beneficial to his line of work had sex: we stopped keeping tabs and numbers nearly ten years ago had sex in public: we stopped blinking at these types of shenanigans nearly ten years ago too gotten pregnant/ someone else pregnant: yes? no? maybe? ( mike’s too afraid to even think about it, but hopes he hasn’t fathered any babies any time soon ) kissed a boy: yes ( affectionate ) kissed a girl: yes ( affectionate² ) gotten tattoos: yes: the sword of damocles on his left inner forearm, intertwined snakes running across his right ribs, a tiny smiley face on his ass lord save him gotten piercings: yes, and everyone hated his attempt to revive the 90s with his lil earring like c’mon you already have a reputation of being a sleaze— been in love: yes, but surprisingly not as many times as one may think ( truthfully, three times: mary may, lana, joanne mary may again ) stayed up for more than 24 hours: sometimes it just cannot be helped

ARE THEY

a virgin: maybe in a past life as an amoeba a cuddler: yes ( try to escape his hold during a summer night i’ll give you 5 bucks if you can break the deadlock ) a kisser: he just exists to smooch at this point scared easily: truthfully, he’s quite desensitized as is, so it’s really hard to truly rock him jealous easily: no; though he might get a bit petty and bitter if someone mentions merle and mary may becuase, like, c’mon, mary—merle briggs? trustworthy: one of his better traits, but past events have shown that boy tends to lose some of his morals for love dominant: yes submissive: yes part 2 man will accommodate and switch it up in love: often single: loosely, often

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: michael has bad mental health trips stemming from having a lot of insecurities as a child; these may evolve into bad habits and pure recklessness on his part to prove his worth thought of suicide: these thoughts don’t come often, but when they do, it’s harder for him than most to shake them off and recover attempted suicide: once, during the boiling pit incident wanted to kill someone: yes, but it comes more from need than want usually have/had a job: yes, though no retail until he was 30 and stuck providing hope county with slugs and bullets have any fears: loneliness, rejection, abandonment, repercussions and consequences, not being good enough, powerlessness, loss, the angel pit, the process of dying

FAMILY

sibling(s): none, but: jackson hughes ( uncle ) parent(s): jessica hughes née scott ( mother ), david hughes ( father ) girl i have his whole family tree drawn up like you wouldn’t believe children: andrew hughes ( son in new dawn au and maybe canon ) significant other: mary may fairgrave ( childhood sweetheart/awkward ex/once in a rare cosmic event fuck buddy/volatile lovers ) pets: peaches loves him she doesn’t; she just wants to chew on his hair

[compassofsouls]

chaotic ship meme for james and jade and for nate and corlana pls (both or either <33)

[Chaotic ship meme]

YES GOOD BOTH BOTH BOTH though I will put Arguing Idiots under the cut for length on-dash <3 @norringtxn @paladxnofthesun

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James / Jade

Who is more likely to do some shady stuff for the other?

Oooh hard to say. Jade’s morality is less rigid than James’, and she’ll do a lot for the person she loves, but Jim’s canonically been seen to do shady stuff (even viewed from a historical standpoint r.e siding with pirates), so it’s a toss-up on context I think!

Which one playfully calls the other a bitch and which one sarcastically calls the other an asshole?

Jade would call James either in the right mood and Jim would never because he’s a good boy. Dutchman James/Rionach verse however is a free-for-all lmao.

Which one is more likely to purposefully act in a way that will make their partner jealous?

Gonna say Jade xD

Who is more petty / passive aggressive when they’re upset?

I’m not too sure either are? Jade absolutely sulks but I think their dynamic fosters a lot of honesty when upset and they don’t tend to cling to an issue.

Which one is most likely to get into a fight on the other’s behalf

Jade over something ridiculous; James would defend her honour at the drop of a hat bc again he is a Good Boy.

Which one is the most likely to bail the other out of jail?

James more or less would have to.

Who is more likely to initiate mischief of any kind? And does the other stand back and watch or try to stop them?

Jade is responsible for 99% of James’ grey hairs >:)

Which one purposefully annoys the other one to see how long it takes for them to snap?

Jade; she also does this w flirting.

Which ones gets protective because ‘only I’m allowed to bully you!’

Jade again, probably.

Who is the one to apologize first when things are pushed too far

James, though Jade usually causes more incidents to apologise for.

Who one ups the other when they proclaim their love? (”no I love you more” “No I love you more.”)

James is the king of simping and Jade can’t compete let’s be real.

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Nate / Corlana

Who is more likely to do some shady stuff for the other?

Again kinda context-depending. I think Corlana would be more likely to kill for Nate, but Nate would commit to other shady stuff faster.

Which one playfully calls the other a bitch and which one sarcastically calls the other an asshole?

Nate already calls Corlana a bitch, and Corlana already calls him an asshole xD

Which one is more likely to purposefully act in a way that will make their partner jealous?

Nate bc he can’t resist getting a reaction out of her.

Who is more petty / passive aggressive when they’re upset?

Mmmmnot sure. They’re both just aggressive-aggressive so it’s more likely they just yell. But maybe Corlana holds onto the grudge a bit longer?

Which one is most likely to get into a fight on the other’s behalf

Corlana, maybe? Not sure on this but her being a paladin kinda makes me think she’d be down to throw hands faster while Nate more or less just watches from the side like “yo don’t threaten her she’ll destroy you lol”

Which one is the most likely to bail the other out of jail?

Good luck keeping either of them behind bars long.

Who is more likely to initiate mischief of any kind? And does the other stand back and watch or try to stop them?

Nate is more likely to; Corlana would likely be stopping him if only to ruin his fun.

Which one purposefully annoys the other one to see how long it takes for them to snap?

Nate Nate Nate Nate it’s his full-time occupation innit

Which ones gets protective because ‘only I’m allowed to bully you!’

Corlana probably??? But idk they both are assholes to each other but Nate is also a secret simp so xD

Who is the one to apologize first when things are pushed too far

Secret simp Nate probably but that’s not to say it’s gonna happen much

Who one ups the other when they proclaim their love? (”no I love you more” “No I love you more.”)

LOL haha can you imagine

[annab-nana]

35 from list b with jj pls ✨

You got it frank! Here you go baby :)

Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they’re craving

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“What’s wrong?” JJ asked when you plopped onto the bed next to him when you came back from the bathroom. He knew you were on your period but something was slightly different.

“I’m jealous of you,” you mumbled before curling into his side.

“What? Why?” he laughed while his hand rubbed up and down your back comfortingly.

“Because you’re a guy and don’t have to go through this every month.” He chuckled again at your words but knew that you were in pain. He would take it away if he could, so he did the next best thing.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked before pressing a feather-light kiss to the top of your head. You thought for a moment and came up with something that could help.

“Could you run to the gas station and get me something?” You looked up at him as he nodded his head.

“Anything for my baby. What do you need?” he asked when he got up and got his shoes on. He assumed you needed more tampons or pads or medicine or something along those lines.

“A Mountain Dew and some slim jims please,” you smiled up at the boy. In a few seconds, he laid a goodbye kiss to your lips and left the chateau to get to the gas station. It was the only thing open at this time of night and if he was remembering correctly, it closed pretty soon so he was in a hurry.

Once he got the goods, he sped home as well, not wanting you to have to wait any longer. When he got to the chateau, he walked into his room to find you asleep. He smiled fondly at your curled-up frame before he put your drink in the fridge and placed the snack on the table. Softly, he slipped into bed with you. You stirred a bit but went right back to sleep in no time. After kissing you on the head once more, he drifted off to sleep as well.

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[ballplayersxo]

sorry for the long post here. you told me to share so yeah… first time seeing jimmy since 2017! i should’ve bought seats lower than mine because he was giving hands and signs to fans (70% girls bcs he’s annoying). but those seats are expensive af and another factor is i realized from the site this game was pricier than others so 😭. i’m sure a girl almost fainted when jim gave her a handshake and a smile. that shit was actually so cute even from my view 🥰

yeah we did lose the game, but whatever. i do love demar and he looked happy, clearly had his moment with kyle and they were joined by jim too (oldies now). all opposing players have positive banters with each other. i’m sorry for this but i can’t stand looking at caruso even tho he’s been stellar to us. he looks like those yt villains in movies. zach and zo are obviously very nice looking. people usually wonder why i’m not into zach? i mean jimmy set the bar high?? him and his personality and his funny jumbotrons. i’m being honest here, zach is very handsome, but he’s lacking personality wise and je ne sais quoi wise. well i do believe everyone have a different view of their own jnsq. lmao.

well of course jimmy looked good, like so good ew. imo he doesn’t look that much older but obviously more mature. he still got that nice shoulders and… ass. i also liked the braids?? oh he had the audacity to be shirtless before the intro 😩. and thank god for his leg sleeves because those shorts are shorter than my patience. jim had a scary tailbone landing, he was limping and running weird afterwards. heat’s staffs didn’t seat him out for the rest of the game and i think they should’ve?

and oh my i’m proud of this city! some people wore jimmy’s bulls jersey and the crowd cheered for him! people were chanting his name when he walked back to the locker room! we’re obviously not like those people in minneapolis! i swear i want to send a goated jimmy pic that i took but i want to stay anonymous. it was a bit of an emotional night. i’m so sorry for my overexcitement (and corniness) lmao. i mean i grew up watching him?? @heat fans ya know your girl here is an og. i think i’ll try to buy the nice seats for their next game before prices go up 🥰

this was the cutest thing ever i’m so jealous of you cause you got to see someone you’ve watched forever basically up close & personal. that’s an amazing experience as a fan 🥺 i know the atmosphere was amazing too. i’m screaming @ you saying caruso looks like a yt villain cause i see it too i fear. that zach point is disappointing but for some reason it’s not shocking? that description of jimmy tho… yeah i need it. that’s a good man right there. but i’m glad you shared cause this was really cute & fun to read. if you go to another game pls share again! ☺️

[sammyheroes]

Here are some of my mini headcanons for the upcoming Wizards:

I have absolutely no evidence for most of this headcanons, just doing it for fun while we wait.

We will see the Lady of the Lake and if it turns out she’s an ancestor to Barbara and Jim, I can only imagine her looking a lot like Barbara.

Claire is a constant reminder of a younger Morgana to Merlin back when she was his young apprentice, before everything turned into an absolute shithole. And how much he probably screwed up.

King Arthur and Morgana as children made Merlin’s life impossible. He has that bald spot on top of his head because of these two.

Nari was friends with Morgana at one point. 

Archie always makes sure Douxie is eating well and getting enough sleep. The poor boy’s got anxiety. 

“Douxie, look at you! You look like a stick! Put some meat on those bones!”

“No.”

“Am I a joke to you?” Then Archie proceeds on lecturing Douxie on the importance of keeping a good health. He feels guilty on guilt-tripping the boy to at least get one full meal but it does the trick.

Douxie is really gifted in the art of divination, as he mentioned in 3below. He has yet to tell Merlin he’s going to lose most of his hair next week, or at least, that’s what his vision said.

It’s hard leading a whole community of trolls, so Blinky often wonders how could Vendel manage it all.

Claire has a lot of raw power inside of her, there have been a few... incidents. No, she didn’t give Chompsky a temporary opera singing voice while asleep, that did not happen and will deny it for the rest of her days

Jim is constantly battling himself on whether or not Douxie is trying to win Claire over. He doesn’t want to seem like the jealous type of boyfriend, so he keeps it to himself and wonders if Claire’s better off with a human than him, a half troll.

In truth, Douxie is just being chivalrous (He was raised in a time of knights, pls.) He somehow picks up on this and assures Jim that he is not after Claire.

Once Jim cooked for Claire and Merlin during their journey to find the heartstone. Merlin’s ego will never allow him to admit that Jim puts all the chefs at Camelot to shame.

[janeyseymour]

Regarding anon asking about Abby!jane and Jessie!jenna fic. I’d love you to continue with Jim and Jenna having a kid together and Lulu getting jealous or nervous about being a big sister and Mama Jane helping with that!

i think i just might continue! pls send all the prompts and i’ll create a new one shot collection and make it into a series