#- it's HEAVILY FUCKING IMPLIED that they are besties

[thawthebeez]

me watching the 254th haikyuu tiktok skit on my fyp today

[zehecatl]

queer people nowadays seems completely blind to the fact that anime is, in fact, pandering to us

or, to be more specific- fujoshi’s

and it’s kind of super fucking sad to see people hold up anime with fujobait as actual queer rep, because it’s. it’s not. it’s really, really, not

something like Free!! isn’t about queer characters. it’s a show entirely founded on the fact that fujoshi’s saw that sexy little commercial and went bonkers, and there’s nothing actually wrong with that, but it’s just

it’s not queer media. it’s a show, made to attract fujoshi’s, to appeal to them, without ever delivering on what they’re teasing

and while this practice definitely seems to be getting smaller and smaller, what with queer acceptance up and all that, it’s still like. a thing. and it’s especially important to not miscategorize older anime as actually queer, when no, it’s just full of some good ol’ fujobait

[davidlcki]

BESTIE BEGGING ON MY KNEES we need more david loki x reader out here 😭😭 maybe some angst/comfort?? ILY

jealousy

i got two pretty similar requests so i kinda combined these into one! anywho i fucking LIVE for angst, so i had fun writing this! it’s not as angsty as some of the stuff i’ve written, but i hope this lives up to yalls expectations 🙏

pairing: detective david loki x reader

warnings: cussing, arguing, jealousy, drinking, david gets slapped. implied female reader, though it can be read as gn! i think that’s it 😁

summary: david is jealous of a new hire that’s been flirting with you at the precinct.

words: 1,313

“i’m just saying i don’t like you being all buddy buddy with him.” david’s words shot anger through your veins. he was talking about one of the new hires that you were tasked with showing around the precinct. you were only the receptionist, meaning you had the most spare time to show someone the ropes. you could tell the guy liked you, making a few jokes and letting his eyes linger on you a little longer than they should. this didn’t bother you a bit. you were so smitten with david that no other person would be able to tinge it in even the slightest, so you let it slide and continued on showing him around. in hindsight, you knew this argument was going to happen. you noticed the way david’s jaw clenched as you spoke to the other man, eyes boring holes into the back of his head from his desk, surely imagining a hundred ways to kill him.

“david. i was asked by o’malley to show him the ropes. what am i supposed to do? say no and lose my job?” david shakes his head at your words, sighing heavily.

“no. but you two seemed awful friendly.” his eyes snap over to yours from his place at the counter, a glass of whiskey in his hands.

“there’s nothing behind that. i treat him just like any other coworker. you need to get over this jealousy thing, D. don’t you trust me?” you shoot him a glare, annoyed that he was so untrusting of you. you watch as he downs the rest of his whiskey, slamming the glass down a little harder than he should have. he shakes his head in annoyance.

“he was flirting with you.”

“so what? i love you and only you. i’m not going to let some new hire’s shitty flirting change that.”

“you do this on purpose to mess with me, don’t you?” he scoffs, the slightest slur to his words. this is when you realized he was more drunk than you thought.

“jesus. you’re drunk. i’m not doing this with you while you’re fucking drunk.” you turn on your heel, walking from the kitchen. you were hurt. you knew he was the jealous type, but not like this. you hadn’t done more than show the new hire around and share maybe two laughs, but that was enough to send him over the edge. just as you stepped out of the living room and your feet make contact with the soft carpet from your living room, he spoke again.

“do you not love me anymore? that it?” this for you, was your breaking point. you weren’t thinking anymore as you turned and stormed back into the kitchen, getting face to face with loki who stood from his seat as you came over.

“how dare you?” your voice had a shake to it as you point a finger into his chest. “i would take a fucking bullet for you. god, your insecurities are taking over this relationship david! why cant you trust me like i trust you? half the women in the precinct drool over you every day. but see, i TRUST you. why not talk to me instead of drowning your feelings in fucking liquor first?” by the time you finished speaking you realized tears were coming down your cheeks in thick streams. you could tell what you had said got to david deep down, but you also knew how he was after a few drinks. stubborn as all hell. a few beats of silence pass before his brows furrow, eyes hardening ever so slightly, only something you could notice. you grit your teeth, knowing some bullshit was about to leave his lips.

“you gonna leave me over this now so you can go be with that new hire? what’s his fuckin’ name, john? jake? j-” you cut david’s sentence short with a harsh slap to the face. you knew it was wrong, but you were so hot with anger that any rational thought had been thrown out the window. his head snapped to the side, and for a while he stayed that way, pressing his lips into a flat line as he processed what had just happened, surely getting more sober by the minute. you weren’t the type of person to resort to hitting in situations like this, and your actions shocked the both of you. finally, he turned his head back to look at you, eyes widened ever so slightly. your bottom lip quivered, a threat of more tears to come, and you turned to walk towards your front door before he could say much more. you slipped your shoes on, not taking the time to put on a coat even though snow fell lightly from the dark sky. you didn’t know where you were going, but your feet had carried you through winding sidewalks through the little neighborhoods of conyers for at least a few hours. when you were sure you’d get sick from the cold and lack of a coat, you hesitantly came back home.

you pushed your front door open, and david was sitting on the couch, tv off. his head snapped to you instantly, his eyebrows knotted in worry. clearly he’s had time to sober up and reflect. you hardly make eye contact with him, deciding to head to the shower, hoping it would wash all your feelings away. you ignore as he calls your name out, soon drowning any other sound out with the sound of running water from the shower head. you stepped in so hastily you nearly forgot to pull your socks off. for a while you stood under the stream of hot water with your eyes closed, simply daydreaming. you were only snapped out of it by the sound of the bathroom door opening.

“david. just leave me alone.” you sigh. after a few moments of silence, you speak again.

“helloo? are you trying to be mysterious or something?” suddenly, david pulled the shower curtain back, not hesitating to step into the shower with you. he was still fully clothed.

“hey!!!” you shout, staring at him wide eyed, though a smile was tugging at your lips at the insanity of it all. “D, you’re still in your clothes!” he only looked at you, a solemn expression on his face.

“i’m sorry.” as he spoke, water from the shower dripped down his face, strands of hair falling out of their usual perfect place. you sigh, running a hand down your face and looking back up at him.

“i just don’t want to lose you. i’m scared.” you could hardly here these words from him as he spoke them so quietly, you nearly had to resort to reading his lips.

“i know. i know. i just wish we could talk about these things before you drink.” your eyes scan his face which remained knotted with worry. you noticed a red mark still remained where you had hit him. you look away for a few beats of silence. “i’m sorry for hitting you. i should have never done that.”

“i deserved it.”

a snort escapes you as you look back at him. “maybe just a little. but it was wrong. so i’m sorry.”

a small smile twitches at the corner of his lips. “i forgive you.” his touch was gentle as he pulled you into his embrace. you wrap your arms around his clothed frame, resting your head against his shoulder and sighing deeply, this time with relief.

“did you really have to get in the shower with your clothes though?”

“i thought it would be good for dramatic effect.” you pull away, looking at david who was smiling much wider at his seemingly great idea to get into the shower fully clothed. you shake your head, pressing your lips against his for a few moments.

“you’re an idiot, loki.”

[melpomenacorvus]

I’m still trying to reflect my feelings toward Jayce x Viktor relationships and I guess I got another moment of clarity.

There was too much attention to details symbolising their connection. Usually in media is done to show “look those two? Yea… they definitely VERY important for each other. Like, FUCKING important”. I never understood why those two so heavily associated with Hannibal and Will, while they actually lacked heavily implied ‘queer vibes’ (see Hannibal art of Will).

H&W also shared a lot of symbolism between each other, the most on the nose one was fluid theme of hunter/pray between the two. Victor and Jayce on the other hand share a lot of motives of creation, rebirth and unavoidable fate. My favourite joke from Hannibal creators was “we never showed them kiss, because we thought it was already too on the nose. We got a footage of Mads devouring Hugh anyway”.

I think many people will agree that there was too much little details and attention to them during Jayce and Victor plot to just call them besties in the end.

I’m all for positive affirmation of male friendship on screen, but I think they stepped to far on the ‘hidden queer storytelling that existed for ages” territory to just pull out “they are straight guys”

[demodraws0606]

The fucking email things from for the QSMP teasers still haunt me because like...why is Bad clearly linked to them ? Like yeah special guest theory whatever but like we know 100 pourcent the muffin email HAS to be about him, he literally is represented two times with muffins for the QSMP teasers (image/posters).

But the thing that fucks me up is like, he is the only one that gets this, no one is even hinted at being related to the emails. Even more so with Bad's image teaser on twitter being fucking weird with the milk emoji and the fact that it's on a completely seperate account.

Why is he the only one that got this, because meaning this is like pre QSMP server that means that they somehow had something planned for him before the server even begun.

And this even more fucking ominous when you realise the fact that Quackity and Bad are huge besties and both of them have interracted heavily through lore on the DSMP.

What I'm implying is that it would be very believable if Quackity handed Bad a huge narrative role to him that would get later revealed for the server.

[xx-midnight-candy-goblin-xx]

JD ships and my thoughts on them bc I'm bored af

Exer/Jackson: do you have a brain damage. (it's not even a question because yes you do)

Exer/Brenda: respectfully, what the fuck. They're besties <3

Exer/Pamela: they. are. BESTIES.

Exer/Ronald: I feel like Exer doesn't appreciate Ron enough, also they don't interact enough (at least not on-screen) so yeah no

Exer/David: YES. childhood friends to lovers will be the death of me. Also David has always been there for Exer since the beginning, and Exer would hang the stars for David 10/10 if this isn't my love story I don't want it

Jackson/David: David was the only one of the REDs who did actually try to be friends with Jackson at first, but everytime Exer made a mistake, Jackson was mad at David too. It doesn't seem fair so no, not a huge fan, but it's also not the worst ship.

Jackson/Brenda: I did ship them a little bit when I first read it, but after the fight with Exer they literally did not speak (understandable) until the last episode of season 2. Again, not the worst ship but they're better off as friends

Jackson/Pamela: Literally canon. Also they're so cute. Also also it's girlboss x malewife and I love them.

Jackson/Ronald: and they were roommatessssss LMFAO JK respectfully no

Jackson/Ken: More popular than Jamela, and honestly it's a pretty good ship, but since it's not canon Imma try my best to just see them as friends because they are

Brenda/Pamela: Ok yeah I see it, besties to lovers, my weakness

Brenda/Jolie: I WISH THIS WAS CANON (I love my sapphic queens <3)

Brenda/Ken: Paola is heavily implying that this might be canon, but idk I don't really see it, I do love them both tho so let's see how this plays out

Ronald/Timothy: also heavily implied that this might be canon, but for some reason the height difference bothers me to no end (why is Tim the height of a carrot??)

Ronald/David: the least problematic rarepair, honestly not that bad ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I think they're better off as besties but whatever

More:

W*lliam/Electric chair: they deserve each other.

Exer/Ken: Idk I randomly thought of this and like .. . . ehhhhh I don't think they've interacted one on one, but yk not terrible?? 4.5/10

David/Ken: That one scene when Ken kissed David's hand was funny but nah

Ken/Tim/Jolie: honestly I feel bad for Jolie haha, I love chaos but I'd get tired of their antics quickly, I see them as a friend group tbh

Why is Ken in so many of these-

ok thanks for reading byeeee

[thevegandarkelf]

Finding Myself, Finding You: Chapter Twenty-Two

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TW/CWs for this story--implied/referenced past rape, canonical violence, non-canonical violence, blood, gore, referenced past suicide, swearing, surgery, excessive drinking, nightmares, panic attacks, mention of scars, vomiting, amputation, medical procedures, non-con medical procedures, referenced past medical torture, referenced past drugging, attempted sexual assault, panic attacks, mental health struggles, referenced sibling death, referenced parent death, PTSD

Each chapter will have its own TW/CWs listed

This story, Lydia Vector, her family & bestie (c) me, TheVeganDarkElf

TWD & its characters (c) AMC & Robert Kirkman, the writer of the comic series

TW/CWs for this chapter--swearing, attempted sexual assault (there will be notes in the story for when that section starts and ends if you want to skip it), an absolute POS making asinine and untrue claims about Daryl, violence, blood, mentions of nausea/vomiting/queasiness, mention of panic attacks

Word count: 4.1k

I yawned into Daryl's chest and looked out the window, the sun just starting to peek over the tree line in the distance. "I haven't watched a sunrise in ages," I said, sleep heavy in my voice.

"Won't be able to watch it if ya don't keep ya eyes open," he teased. I let out another small yawn and reached for my glasses, which I had set on the windowsill at some point during the night. I blew lightly on the lenses, causing dust to float around them.

"They're so pretty," I gushed, slipping my glasses back onto my nose. I immediately cozied back up to Daryl, finding myself aching for his touch in the couple of seconds I was away from it.

"Sunrises?"

"Yeah. Reminds me of home. The colors of a Midwestern sunrise are like nothing I've ever seen. All of the different shades of blue, orange, pink...it's fucking magical." I blinked sleep from my eyes as I continued my story. "My family would sometimes vacation up in northern Michigan, on one of the Great Lakes, and the sunrises and sunsets were out of this world. Kathryn would usually come, as she'd kind of become an honorary member of the family, and she and I would get up extra early just to watch them."

The sun crept its way over the horizon, bathing everything in sight in its golden hue, including us. The heat tickled my face, which I welcomed after my nose being cold all night. Nostalgia swelled in my chest, memories from all the mornings Kathryn and I spent on chilly, dew-covered lawns flipping through my mind like a flip-book video. I could see Daryl's head tilted down towards me in my peripheral.

"Daryl, you're gonna miss it," I said, not taking my eyes off the sun for even a second. I wanted to soak in every moment of that view, and I wanted him to as well.

"Like my view a little better," Daryl whispered. I felt his nose in my hair as he planted another kiss on my head, this one closer to my forehead. I was blushing heavily, and I was sure that it was obvious.

Our beautiful, blissful moment was rudely interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing, the echoes of the creaky hinges reverberating off the walls.

"Hey Daryl, Glenn said you—" I heard Maggie start to say before she stopped in her tracks at the sight of us. Daryl snaked his arm out from around me, and I let go as well. It felt like there was an urgency in the way he released me from his grip, but I didn't take it personally. I knew it probably made him uncomfortable to be romantically affectionate in front of other people.

"Hey Maggie," I said as I picked my notebook up off the ground. Should've grabbed her jaw for her while I was down there as well.

"H-hi," she responded, her voice catching in her throat, "you two have a good night?" Daryl grabbed his crossbow and swung it over his shoulder, giving Maggie a nod as he walked by.

"Mhm," I replied, giving her a small shoulder check as I walked past. I turned around and mouthed "I'll tell you later" with a big grin on my face before following Daryl outside.

I jogged a little to catch up to Daryl, but a small patch of daisies on the side of the road stopped me in my tracks. I let out a soft, excited little "ooh," which caught his attention. I squatted down and plucked the little white flower from the ground, twirling it in my fingers.

"How come daisies are ya favorite?" Daryl asked as he squatted down next to me.

"They symbolize new beginnings and the purity of love." I continued to twirl the little flowers in my fingers as I plucked another one from the ground. "It sounds silly when I say it out loud, but that's why." I handed one of the daisies to him. "Have you been in love before, Daryl?"

He twirled the small flower in his hand, hesitating before he answered. "Dunno."

"You'd know if you had," I explained, "it's a very distinct feeling. There's nothing like it." I took the daisy in my hand and tucked it behind my ear, bringing my hair over my ear to help keep it in place. "I really enjoyed our night, Daryl. Let me know next time you have overnight watch again. If you want my company, that is."

"Always want ya company," he said, taking another daisy from the ground and handing it to me.

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"You think we found the winner?" I asked him.

"I think so," Aaron said, adjusting the top of the prosthetic around his leg, "this one feels the best."

Aaron's leg had healed enough for a prosthetic, and I finally got to tell him about the surprise I'd been keeping a secret for weeks now. He was elated, ecstatic to get to the infirmary as quickly as possible and get back on his feet. Or foot. I helped him hobble over, and we spent an hour in there, fitting and adjusting all of the prosthetics to find the one that would work best. And we'd finally found it. It was like trying on shoes, but worse, and I could tell he was relieved that we'd found the one.

"Alright, you're gonna have to get used to standing first. It'll take some time for your body to find its center of gravity again. Let me help you up." I stood from my chair and reached out for Aaron to take my hands. He stood from his spot on the infirmary table, wobbling a little as he tried to find his balance. "Hold onto the table. I'll see if I can find a cane or something around here. I'm sure I saw one at some point." I started rummaging through one of the cabinets at the back of the infirmary.

"Now missy, while I do this, you owe me a Daryl update," he demanded. I rolled my eyes and sighed dramatically.

Aaron had become like a brother to me in my time at Alexandria. He was my first friend there, a great confidant, and an all-around wonderful human being. Because of that, I was a little more comfortable sharing updates with him regarding my and Daryl's relationship, as I knew he would take anything I told him to his grave. He was one of the few people I could talk to who knew how to keep their mouth shut. Don't get me wrong, I shared things with my girlfriends too, but Aaron was a much better secret keeper than any of them were.

While I searched for a cane, I told Aaron about Daryl always checking on me every night after I'd fallen out of bed, him taking care of me after my night on binge drinking, and our overnight shift in the watchtower. How gentle he was when he touched me and spoke to me with the silkiest tone in his voice. How we were essentially a couple, besides the admission of feelings, kissing, and sleeping in the same bed together every night.

"Aaron, it was so cute. We were cozied up to each other all night. I was practically a puddle by the time Maggie came up to relieve us. He fucking kissed the top of my head. It was so cute, I wanted to throw up."

"He's a real softie for you, isn't he?" Aaron admired.

"Don't tell him I said that," I begged, "he'd kill me."

"Your secret's safe with me."

"He's supposed to be coming back tonight," I gushed, twirling a lock of my hair in my finger, "I'm excited. I've missed him."

"How come you haven't told him how you feel yet?" he inquired.

"I mean, I think it's pretty obvious with how we behave around each other. And I know he's...skittish when it comes to romance. At least that's what Carol told me. I take it he's probably not all that experienced in it, or maybe it's an insecurity thing. I don't know," I elaborated, "I've been too nervous to because I don't want to make him anxious and scare him off if I'm moving "too quickly." I decided some time ago that I was going to let him be the one to make moves first. Carol said to be patient with him, so I've been being extra patient. But damnit, sometimes I just wanna grab him by his face and plant one on him."

My hand landed on a cold metal rod, and I gripped it and pulled it out to reveal the cane I'd been searching for. "Ooh, I found it!" I scurried over to Aaron to hand it to him. "You'll need to use this for a while until your body gets used to being back on two feet again. Eventually, you'll be able to walk without it."

He took it in his hands, flipping it around before steadying himself on it. He shifted his weight onto the cane, trying to balance himself out before letting go of the table, keeping a hand hovering above it, just in case. I encouraged him to try taking a couple of steps in my direction, very slowly and carefully. Aaron tried taking a step, and it took a moment, but he was able to regain his balance after. Eventually, he seemed to find his footing. Still a little wobbly, like a baby deer, but it was a good start.

"God, this feels good," he sighed in relief. A giant grin spread across his face.

"Are you gonna make it home ok? Do you want my help?" I offered.

"Eric should be here any minute, but thank you." Just like that, the infirmary door swung open.

"Speak of the devil, and he doth appear," I chuckled. Eric looked amazed to see Aaron back on two feet. He ran over and embraced him in the tightest hug, causing Aaron to have to steady himself on the table again.

"This is so exciting!" Eric gushed, turning to me, "Jesus Vector, you're a miracle worker!"

"No miracle worker. It's just what I do," I replied, "he'll need to practice standing and finding his center of gravity again, and he'll need help walking for a while, especially going up and down the stairs. The cane will be mandatory. I'll check in with you now and then until we decide you don't need it anymore."

"I left the stove on to come get you, so we need to go," Eric said, placing an arm around Aaron to balance him, ushering him to the door. I ran ahead to hold it open for them.

"It was nice catching up with you, Vector," Aaron said, giving me a subtle wink, obviously referencing the Daryl update, "and thank you again. For everything."

"Likewise." I stood in the doorway and watched them for a moment before going back inside.

Shortly after Aaron & Eric left, there was a soft knock at the door, and in came a blonde man, probably a little bit shorter than me. He was one of the guys who was usually on gate duty, none of whom I'd gotten to know all that well. He stood by the door, shifting back and forth on his feet for a moment before speaking. He looked shy, not very confident, but something about the tone of his voice made my skin crawl.

"Hi. I was, uh, wondering if I could see you about something. Doubt you remember me from the other night. My name's Jake," he said, giving me a small wave. The smile on his face was innocent enough, but I had this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach that was telling me to do one thing and one thing only—get out of there and run.

"Hi, Jake. Yeah I'm sorry, I don't remember you" I said, "but what can I help you with?" I gestured for him to sit up on the exam table, but he stayed put in his spot by the door. He crossed his arms over his chest, and I could feel him eyeing me up and down. That feeling in the pit of my stomach only intensified.

"You're Dixon's girl, right?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I don't belong to anyone. And mine and Daryl's relationship isn't any of your business."

"Saw you two in the watchtower the other night," he explained, and I scrunched my nose in disgust at the thought of him watching us for God knows what reason, "he talks about you a lot."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure," I said sarcastically. If Daryl talked about me with anyone, I knew it wasn't this clown. "Now what do you want?"

"Talked about how good he fucked you when you were out cold after the party the other night," Jake grinned.

Goosebumps rose all over my body, and my blood ran cold. I knew he was just trying to make me uncomfortable, to get me to question my trust in Daryl. But even if it was just some sick tactic of his, it made me nauseous. How dare he try to accuse such a sweet, wonderful human being of such a thing. How dare he try to tarnish Daryl's name like that. My stomach was churning, and I could feel myself starting to get triggered, my body wanting to slip into a panic attack, but I maintained my composure.

"I know what you're doing, asshole," I seethed, "don't you bring Daryl into this. If you don't have anything medical to ask me about, get the fuck out." He stepped closer, and my hand started wandering to my knife.

*If you would like to skip the part containing the attempted SA, I would stop here. I will put when it’s safe to resume again*

"I do," Jake said. A smirk formed on his face that sent chills down my whole body. "I've been struggling with some...dysfunction. Was hoping you could help me with that." He took another couple of steps closer to me before he started pawing at his package, and my stomach dropped. I bit my tongue to keep my composure as I whipped my knife out, holding it in his direction.

"You can leave now. Before things get ugly." My hand holding the knife was shaking ever so slightly, despite my attempts to hold myself together, and I think he could tell. I stepped in his direction, causing him to back up towards the wall.

"C'mon, not even a little help? Thought it was your job, doc," he huffed. The way he called me "doc" made my skin crawl.

"You're lucky I'm giving you the option to walk out," I said.

I thought it might end there, that he might turn around and walk out that door with no further confrontation. Then I could lock myself in the infirmary and cry in the corner until Daryl got back. He was closer to the wall now, close enough to the door that he could just turn around and leave. Unfortunately, it didn't work out the way I hoped.

He lunged at me, knocking my arm and causing the knife to fall from my hand, which slid across one of the infirmary tables and clattered onto the floor. He grabbed the collar of my shirt with both hands and yanked, causing it to tear down the middle and expose my bra. Before he could move his hands anywhere else, I kneed him in the crotch, sending him stumbling backward. I grabbed a scalpel off one of the tables and dove for him, flipping him around and pinning him against the wall. One of my legs was wedged between his, keeping him still. One hand was holding his against his back, and the other was holding the scalpel to the back of his neck. I was panting, trying to get my breathing back to normal and get my heart to calm down from the adrenaline rush.

*Safe to resume again if you skipped the attempted SA scene*

"Wasn't expecting you to fight back like that," Jake huffed as he tried to catch his breath, "it was kinda hot." I swallowed hard to suppress the queasiness in my stomach and keep myself from throwing up. He fought against me, and I pushed my body weight into him further to keep him pinned in place. Jake apparently wasn't privy to the knowledge of my three Navy SEAL brothers and the skills they had given me.

"Y'know, there's a sweet spot right between two of your vertebrae that I could take this scalpel and just–" I swung the scalpel close to his face and made a 'swish' noise–"give it one little flick of the wrist. You wouldn't bleed out, it wouldn't kill you. Oh no, not even close. But you'd be paralyzed from the waist down, and you'd never walk again."

"You're bluffing," he hissed as he writhed against my leg.

"Best case scenario for you is I am bluffing, and you walk away with nothing more than a small injury in your back. Worst case scenario, I'm not, and you lose your ability to walk. Is that really something you're willing to gamble with in a world like this?" I pressed my leg that was between his further up into his crotch, causing him to yelp a little in surprise and pain. "I'm going to let you go now, and you're going to walk out that door and never speak to me, not even so much as look in my direction, again. Do you understand?"

"Y-y-yes," he whispered. His voice almost sounded like he was holding back tears. Good. Let him feel even a fraction of the fear that he instilled in me.

I backed off of him slowly, walking backward until I saw my knife. I bent down and picked it up, never once taking my eyes off of him. "Now get out before I decide to use the big one."

He backed away from the wall and went for the door, never turning to look at me. He opened the door and stepped out, letting it swing slowly behind him. I cautiously rose from my spot on the floor and kept my knife out in front of me as I walked to the door to lock it. To my surprise, the door swung open, and an arm shot out and gripped onto my wrist, yanking me outside. Before I could process what was happening, a fist came in contact with my nose, sending pain radiating all across my face and sending me stumbling back a few feet.

People started to gather on the lawn, stopping whatever they were doing in their tracks to watch the fight that was about to break out. I was doubled over, hands resting on my knees and letting blood drip onto the ground in front of me. The pain was indescribable, and it was spreading from my nose to my under-eyes and down my cheeks. I could already feel it bruising. With how I was feeling, I should've been crying, screaming in pain. I looked up at Jake, who was standing over me, that stupid smirk still on his face. Much to his surprise, I started laughing.

"That was a weak-ass punch," I taunted. From my doubled-over position, I swung my arm up and punched him in the nose. My hit was much harder, causing him to stumble backward and fall on his ass. My nose was in pain, but it wasn't broken. I was almost certain I'd broken his.

"You fucking bitch!" he cried out, holding a hand to his mouth to capture the blood streaming down into it. He spat some of it onto the ground next to him. "You fucking broke my nose!"

"I could've done worse," I seethed. The taste of copper filled my mouth as blood poured from my nose. I spat a glob of it onto the ground, and some sprayed off of my lips onto my face. I heard a set of footsteps running from behind me, and they sped past me over to Jake. Another person came running over, stopping between us.

"What the hell is going on?" a voice boomed. I looked up and saw Rick, who looked down at me with sympathy in his eyes when he saw the blood pouring from my nose.

"She fucking broke my nose!" Jake shouted. Glenn and Eric were holding him by his arms and yanking him to his feet, practically manhandling him. If looks could kill, Glenn's facial expression would've had Jake six feet under in seconds.

"You punched me first!" Tears were now streaming down my face, mixing with the blood and creating an awful salty-penny taste on my tongue. The mixture was all over my teeth and chin and was dripping down onto my chest, and given that my shirt had been torn nearly in half, it was creating quite a mess.

"You threatened to paralyze me!" he yelled. I started walking towards him, but Rick held an arm out to stop me. Rosita and Maggie had come up next to me, ready to hold me back if I tried lunging at Jake.

"Because you tried to assault me, you jackass!" I screamed. Even though I was embarrassed having all these eyes on me, nearly half-naked in front of the whole community, I wanted everyone to hear. I wanted them all to know what kind of man Jake really was.

"Ooh, Daryl might actually kill him," Maggie whispered.

"Alright, everyone settle down. There's nothing to see here. Go home, we've got it from here," Rick ordered like the cop he was. Everyone except him, myself, Jake, Glenn, Rosita, Eric, and Maggie left. When it was just us left on the lawn, I launched in Jake's direction. I was far from finished with him.

The rage that was coursing through my body ascended beyond any words in the English language. All of the hurt, anger, sadness, fear, and pure rage that my body had been storing for months came spilling out all at once. My skin was hot and tingling. My blood was boiling. Every cell in my body was on fire, and it felt like there was smoke coming out of my ears. Rosita and Maggie were quick to grab me by the arms and pull me back. I fought against them, lightly as I knew it was a futile attempt.

"I'm so fucking sick of men like you! Men who think they can just take whatever they want from any woman they want! I'll fucking gouge your eyes out, you hear me? I'll gouge them out and shove them down your throat, you fucking bastard! I'll make you choke on your nuts, you motherfucker!" I'm sure the scene had to be frightening to my friends, as they'd never seen me act like that before. They'd never seen this type of reaction from me. This was pure, unadulterated rage, and they were getting both an eye and an earful.

The sound of the front gate opening got everyone's attention. They all turned to look, but I didn't. I knew it was Daryl and the guys coming back from their trip. And I knew Maggie was right—when Daryl saw what happened, he might actually kill Jake. And I think everyone in that circle knew that too.

"Glenn, Eric, take him to the cell," Rick ordered, "for his own safety. Stay until I get there." Rick reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, tossing them to Glenn. He and Eric quickly escorted Jake away. Rick nodded to Rosita and Maggie, who let go of my arms. "I'm sorry. I'll talk to Daryl, tell him what happened. Go take care of yourself. We'll deal with Jake." He gave me a fatherly pat on the shoulder.

"Thanks, cowboy," I said. I spat more blood out and slid past him, going back into the infirmary before Daryl was able to join the others. I heard his bike pull up shortly after I shut myself inside, and I knew things were going to get ugly soon.

I stood in front of the sink, staring at myself in the small mirror above it. The area below my nose, my mouth, and my chin were completely coated in blood, my cheeks were stained with tears, and it looked like I was already starting to bruise under my eyes, which was emphasized by my dark circles from hardly sleeping while Daryl was away. Large splotches of blood dotted my collarbone and my chest, some as far down as my cleavage. I saw myself standing there, shirt torn almost completely in half, covered in blood that was still flowing, and I did the only thing I could. I collapsed back into the nearest chair and started crying.

Taglist: @raddydaddydude @lovenormandixon

[bugcartoons]

HEADCANNON FOR DNDADS SEASON 1!!!!!

(I will draw these eventually, but art college is just kicking my butt really hard rn, like my classes are fucking me up fr fr)

The longer the Oak boys are in the forgotten realms the pointer their ears get cause they are half elf and it starts to come through the more they learn about magic

Mercedes is also from the forgotten realms. It was an arranged marriage that Barry Oak still somehow managed to force but jokes on him, they are literally perfect together

Lark gets his spells from his dad and Sparrow gets his spells from his mom. Its like a genetic thing for what spell types you are inherently best at

Samantha and Mercades are like besties, both boho vibes with their arsthetics. Henry also (platonically) loves Samantha because Henry is a crystal girly at heart because of his wife but he wont admit it

The children all start the series in the same fit, aka their soccer uniform, but as soon as they get sold off they get different fits that match with where they end up in the world

Morgan is RIPPED. Like, biker girl, all leather, spikes, big red hair.

Glenn gets in a lot of fights at his mall gigs but Morgan would end them

Samantha will happily pick up Ron and he LOVES it. It makes him feel cared for and loved

Lark and Sparrow teach spanish to the other kids so they can yell cuss words on the field when there was a bad move or a bs ref call and not get in as much trouble

The kids are all actually really good friends but Grant and Terry Jr are def the closest

Everyone knew Grant liked boys years before Grant knew

Carol is such a business woman it isnt even funny. Slick back platnum pony, the blazers and pencil skirts with the office heals and a pair of really hot glasses??? Yeah 100%. She also had bright red lipstick and the sharpest eyeliner with those laminated eyebrows AND she also has pointy acrylics that are done every other week. She ALWAYS looks perfect and genuienly commands so much respect in the office she works in

Carol is a huge stickler for no shoes in the house BUT you also have to wear house slippers if you walk anywhere inside

Carol would be vegan if Darryl wasnt the main person that cooked meals but she loves him and knows he loves his smoker and grill so she happily goes along with it cause she likes seeing her husband happy

I know there are so many Carol ones rn but one more, she never cheated on Darryl. It was so heavily implied that she did with Darnel(?) but she never went through with it because she realized she loved her husband more then she thought right as she was about to cheat

Every now and again Grant will leave his videogames to help Darryl cook dinner. It is such a special thing to Darryl and those moments are usually when they both open up to each other

Terry Jr does a lot of different styles with his hair. Grant has asked about it before since he has curly hair and Terry Jr tried to teach him how to take care of twists, cornrows, dreads or literally just whatever style he has in the moment but since Grant doesnt have the same type of hair he just ends up getting confused

Grant tries really really hard to learn tho because he can see that Terry really trusts him with it and he wants to make his friend proud/happy cause it would make him feel proud/happy too

Funny enough Samantha also tries to teach Ron how to do her hair (Terry Jr learned that letting someone else do your hair is a sign of trust from his mom). Ron actually is a quick learner and eventually it just becomes their daily routien where he helps her with her hair

Darryl has curly hair

This might just be an opinion but Glenn is the most caring dad of the group by a lot

Rom cried when he found out he was gonna have a grandaughter

Glenn happily chills with Jodie in hell when Nick is with his mom

Glenn and Jodie dont really hate each other anymore. They pretend to hate each other a lot but are perfectly fine hanging out together considering how much they do it

One more lol, Glenn and Jodie are so dramatic for no reason. Literal theater kids without being theater kids

[thelooniemoonie]

Hiiii bestie I'm here to skew your opinion about jjk more fjdjdjf

On the surface it's a story about horrible things happening and every character you dare to like dying but DEEP DOWN (not that deep it's very obvious as far as subtext goes) it's about traumatised gay people sulking obsessively over breakups (also gojo satoru keeps rubbing his crotch on strong opponents or straddling them mid-fight, implying heavily that the man fights can be interpreted as at least slightly sexual style) also it's full of fucked up gender fuckery (with villians mostly but still) very fun and weird story that does all this but vehemently refuses to give you time to read into any of it at all bc people are dying fjdjfjf

I think you were away when I made a post on jjk so imma bring that back because as far as I'm aware it's a series about gay people having. what i imagine to be not a great time

i love gay sex as much as the next guy but

i think 266 chapters might be pushing it afdghjhlhkjsf

[doyouremem8erme]

reasons why u should love vriska

HEAVILY implied to be a trans girl in pesterquest. lets start off with that because shes iconic for it leave her alone!!!!!!!!

kill count in the thousands by age 13 bc shes silly like that!

miserable soaking wet girlfail. shes wishes she was everything the vriska h8ers think she is.

weird gay thing with her bestie. literally the entire fucking plot of homestuck without exaggeration revolves around their weird gay thing. its not weird because its gay its totally normal to be gay on her planet. its weird because the fuckin maimed each other and stayed in love or something i guess thats what toxic yuri does to you

got punched in the face by a lesbian vampire who had a crush on her. this was the catalyst for that crush being requited

intense "needing to be the main character" syndrome. until she figured out that sapphic love was more powerful than being the main character

she loves to fuck around and find out its like her hobby or something

tormented by problems she caused herself. bitch you wouldnt feel guilty abt killing that guy if you hadnt killed him. go make out with a girl

got to choose what kind of house would be built for her to grow up in. built a castle. grew up in a castle because she could. who wouldnt wish that was them

flew into a violent rage powerful enough to murder a furry god with the power to destroy a universe when he killed her homoerotic childhood bestie

larper. cosplayer. dnd player. gamer. all-around massive fucking nerd

this post is sponsored by terezi kinnies everywhere

[friends-to-lovers-tournament]

Friends to Lovers Tournament: Round 1, Side A, Match 7

propaganda under the cut!

Sasuke/Mai:

THE MOST FRIENDS TO LOVERS EVER. Mai is the MC of Ikesen which is a dating sim/otome game. Originally from the 21st century, she's accidentally time travelled to the Sengoku Era where she unknowingly rescues Oda Nobunaga from his historical death thus changing the course of history forever. She reunites with a fellow 21st century dweller Sasuke whom she'd briefly met right before the accidental time travel, who is now a ninja. Though they're on opposing sides, they're friends in all the routes as Sasuke promises to protect her and bring her back to the 21st century safely. Regardless of which route you're playing, Sasuke will always be your friend and he's the same smart yet silly goofy guy, making references to 21st century events and slang and memes which have the other warlords scratching their heads in confusion. Sasuke's route is the ultimate friends-to-lovers + slow burn + mutual pining combination, as they both gradually develop feelings for each other, yet it's also kinda frustrating (in a good way) bc Sasuke is SO clueless to her feelings and his own for a good majority of the route while Mai was down horrendous for him. The pay-off in the end is really sweet (i legit cried when sasuke finally confessed to mai lol) and spicy (ikesen is uhh a bit of a mature game), which makes the achingly slow burn really worth it. Also Sasuke's just a really nice fucking guy, like real boyfriend material, no red flags, the perfect golden retriever boyfriend frfr

Fuyupoly:

Submission 1:

they're from the winter troupe of the mankai company, and unlike the other troupes they're all adults. that said, they all have varying degrees of trauma and emotional stuntedness. it takes them some time to fully open up to each other bc they're all very cautious of each other's boundaries and don't want to cross any lines which initially led to some issues in the group's formation. over time they've learned to bridge the gap while still being mindful of hard boundaries. at one point they have a discussion about what exactly their relationship is (gay) cuz they were talking about how the other troupes have clearly defined dynamics (spring=family, summer=besties, autumn=rivals & teammates) but they don't,, and homare deadass says they're "people bound by a common destiny" which in and of itself sounds very Gay (like why are you as a man bound to other men by a common destiny), but it goes even further because homare starts spouting WEDDING VOWS: "In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, we shall share our laughter and our tears as those with an intertwined fate... How beautiful we are!" THIS IS A DIRECT QUOTE FROM THE GAME AND THE MC EVEN REMARKS "i can already hear wedding bells in the distance..." 

gradually they become closer, in individual sub-units based on who's paired up as co-leads for a play, and as a troupe overall. also two of its members are childhood friends who had a messy 'divorce' in their young adulthood and it took the game breaking its genre to introduce a timeloop for them to finally make up if that means anything to you. one of their troupe songs "precious to us ~bokura no kisetsu" has some pretty beautiful and fruity lines: "The many kindnesses born in me here / Never fail to breathe life into my chest / Even all the pain and bitterness / Have now become dear to me (Ah…Stay with me)", "No matter how many times our season passes / Let us keep living together / Holding our hands, without ever letting go / Let us open up the curtain of tomorrow", "There is no need for words, because once our gazes meet / Joy sparks a light in your eyes", "Our journey, may it be a brilliant one / As our breaths overlap as one"

a lot of their plays has a LOT of homoerotic tension between the two leads too. their first play has tsumugi and tasuku play angels, and it's heavily implied that tasuku's character has an unrequited crush on tsumugi's character. their third play has azuma play a vampire and tasuku play Just Some Guy and it's generally agreed in the fandom to be one of the gayest, if not THE gayest, play A3 has ever written. obviously the vampire thing is very fruity, but there's also how the vampire was longing to bite the human but was holding himself back, and when the vampire left the human in the end, the human was absolutely HEARTBROKEN over it and was swearing they would reunite one day. the stage play of this takes it even further by having the vampire embrace the human from behind and BITE his neck. the fourth play is a watered-down adaptation of Phantom of the Opera where they genderbend Christine into Chris among other things and change the relationship between Chris and the Phantom to one of friendship.... ostensibly so, because there's still a lot of homoerotic undertones in their interactions. i could go on but this should be enough of a sampling taste 

Submission 2:

the writers rlly said "let's take 2 normal guys who are childhood friends and have been into theatre since their school days and have them go through a pre-canon messy divorce, an eccentric poet with a potentially controversial haircut, an amnesiac sleepyhead who can only be awoken with marshmallows but is also somehow extremely athletic despite doing nothing but sleeping and eating marshmallows all day, a man who is so beautiful and mysterious he breaks gender, and a supposed android from a fictional south asian country, and throw them into a blender, oh and for good measure let's throw in some theatre and angst and gay and angst and gay" and the end result was marriage. i mean it took them a lot of awkward fumbling around and conflicts to get there but they got there and thats what matters. ok *technically* in-text they're all rlly good friends and kinda found family BUT they are found family via marriage papers i do not make the rules chief

Submission 3:

The reason why they are so friends-to-lovers to me is because their relationship is founded on quiet and unconditional acceptance of each other—regardless of how flawed they may be or how heavy their burdens and trauma may be. When the troupe first formed (sans Guy who was in another country at the time), they didn’t have any major clashing personalities at the very beginning and generally they were mindful of each other’s boundaries, unlike the other troupes that came before them. However, it’s BECAUSE they were too mindful of said boundaries that it was difficult for them to break down their walls and bond as a team—and there were a LOT of walls to break down, as all of them had varying degrees of emotional baggage and trauma.

In fact, it’s only three plays in that they finally truly start opening up to each other, with Azuma getting the ball rolling by opening up about the deep loneliness that haunted him ever since his childhood. It’s during this conversation that they also discuss what their relationship as a troupe is, because the other troupes have defined their relationship as a team (Spring is family, Summer is best friends, Autumn is rivals & teammates), and Homare goes on to declare that they’re “people bound by a common destiny” and goes on to spew wedding vows: "In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, we shall share our laughter and our tears as those with an intertwined fate... How beautiful we are!" I mean… it can’t get any more obvious than this, really. They are married.

But anyway, Tsumugi says he wants their relationship to be one where while they respect each other’s need for space, they’ll also be there for each other and share their pains and burdens—or in his words: “supporting each other when our burdens become too heavy to bear on our own”—which I think is really sweet because it carries this idea of quiet, unconditional acceptance; they don’t push each other to share more than they’re comfortable with sharing, but with whatever they ARE comfortable with sharing everyone carries the load and pain because pain is easier to bear when you’re not bearing it alone <3 

A later part of the story focuses on Hisoka, a mysterious amnesiac, being terrified of regaining his memories and facing some “sin” from his past that has led to another character, Chikage, trying to take revenge on him. When he confesses this to the rest of the Winter troupe, Homare asks, “How heavy is this sin you bear?” and Azuma suggests, “Perhaps it’s just heavy enough for the five of us to carry together.” (at this point Guy hasn’t joined yet). The stage play adapts this scene into a song called Key to Memory. The key (pun unintended) part is 1:27 where there’s a back-and-forth between Hisoka and the other Winter troupe members (sans Tasuku because he wasn’t in that particular play)

Hisoka: “I’m scared…”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “It’s okay.”

Hisoka: “My unforgivable sin…”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “Let’s carry it together.”

Hisoka: “I might not be me anymore.”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “It’s all right. We understand and we accept you, so let’s go together.”

And it ends with Hisoka singing: “I was afraid to open the door of my locked memories. But if everyone is here, I believe I can do it.”  In both the game and stage play, Hisoka fully regains his memories and reconciles with Chikage (long story). He tells Fuyupoly he can’t go into detail about his past with Chikage because it’s dangerous but he’ll tell them when the time is right, and they accept this saying that no matter what his past is, they know and love him as their Hisoka which obviously is a very sweet thing for friends to say, but it’s also very Marriage-coded to me.

Later, Guy is introduced as an android from Zahra (a fictional South Asian country) and joins the Winter troupe as a temporary member—because he’s stuck in Japan for the foreseeable future—until they find a permanent member to replace him. The other Winter members have a conversation among themselves and agree that regardless of whether he’s really an android or a human they’ll accept Guy for who he is and help him improve his acting, which again harkens back to the idea of ‘unconditional acceptance’. Eventually it’s revealed that Guy is in fact a human who has forgotten his memories of the past and his emotions. He recovers his memories all at once which shocks his system and causes him to pass out. When he wakes up in his room, he finds the rest of the Winter Troupe asleep around the room—which I believe is symbolic of their whole theme of “quiet acceptance”: they don’t want to push Guy to share beyond what he’s comfortable with, but they’re always there to listen to him and share his load if that’s what he wants. He opens up about the memories he recovered, and they don’t treat him with pity like he’s a lost child, but still extend gentle empathy and understanding. They also emphasise that it genuinely doesn’t matter to them whether he’s human or android because he’s Guy first and foremost. It’s at this point that Guy truly lets himself become part of the Winter troupe/Fuyupoly and not just as a temporary stand-in member, because he’s found a place where he’s found himself again and people who will accept who this “himself” is, whether that be an android devoid of emotions or a human brimming with vivid beautiful emotions.

[Mod note: There’s a LOT more but we’re afraid of crashing the post. I (Deli) summarised it the best I can since I’m familiar with A3, but if you want to read the full thing you can check it out on this google doc)

[youre-ackermine]

Hi my love!! <3 <3

For Drunk Drabbles Vol. 2, I give you 23: Is this a date? Of course, give me a LeviHan story!

mwah!!

Hey Sailor my Beautiful Bestest Bestie 🥰❤️

Thank you so much for your request!!! I'm sorry I didn't reply earlier but I'm a [painfully] slow writer!

How was Seoul? You must be exhausted by the past week's work there, so I hope my little drabble will help you relax 😘

Enjoy ❤️❤️❤️

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English is not my usual language

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This drabble is linked to my previous Levihan drabble Dumbstruck.

Drabble prompt 23 "Is this a date?"

Night Out

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe / Moblit Berner

Wordcount: 1530 approx.

Modern AU / sfw / non-binary Hange / swearwords / mention of alcohol

She had been babbling for twenty minutes now, sipping her cocktail through a straw every once in a while. Not even bothering to reply, he was absentmindedly looking at her glass. It was still half filled with a sugary liquid of a disgusting shade of pink and he wondered how in hell people could ever order such revolting pig piss.

Levi lifted his cup with a sigh, took a sip of hot tea and checked his watch. He should have told her to shut the fuck up, but her incessant chatter distracted him from the tension that gradually built up in his stomach. The queasy feeling had subsided as soon as the young woman sitting down next to him had started a conversation, bringing him some relief.

Slightly annoyed by the high pitched tone of her voice, he shifted on his bar stool and briefly glanced at her. She stopped her tiresome babbling only to drink another sip of her candy cane martini, licking her red lips in an attempt to seduce him before smiling flirtatiously. 

Her purpose was obvious but Levi was startled nonetheless when she dared to put her slender hand on his forearm. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, starting to lift her hand as he leaned over to reach the blonde's ear.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" he whispered in a husky voice.

She pressed her body against his, her smile widening as she cooed: "sure!"

"Good, I was saving that seat for a friend!" he deadpanned, dropping her hand on the counter as he released his grip on her wrist.

The young woman's face twisted in anger and contempt. She grabbed her purse in no time and stormed out of the bar, leaving him both guilty and relieved. The past half-hour had been such a pain in the ass, but no doubt he had crossed a line talking to her like that. What the hell was wrong with him today?

He pinched the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath and checked his watch again. Of course they would be late. How could today be different from any other day? Getting engulfed in their work was Hange's second nature and today was no exception, no matter what his invitation for a drink implied this time.

The knot in his stomach weighed heavily again. His mouth was as dry as a desert and his throat tightened so much he had trouble swallowing some imaginary saliva. The longer he waited, the more nervousness got him and he was muttering an incoherent plea for this torture to end soon when the door bell rang.

A gust of cold wind rushed through the bar as Hange abruptly pushed open the door and stormed into the lively room. Levi rolled his eyes as his friend waved to him, shouting his name over the hubbub, their usual toothy grin plastered on their face. The corners of his lips were starting to lift in a faint smile when he noticed that Hange was holding someone's hand.

Levi froze.

A heavy load seemed to fall in his guts. His lips pressed tight briefly, but quickly he regained composure and his face was soon expressionless as usual.

Fuck! Hange had dragged Moblit with them! Why were they hanging out with their assistant? Working together all day, sometimes all night as well - he gritted his teeth at the thought - wasn't that enough for them?

He crossed his arms over his chest, his silver gaze boring through the poor man as Hange pulled him roughly through the crowded bar.

"Oi Levi! Don't mind Moblit joining us, right?" Hange blurted out cheerfully. 

Moblit faintly nodded to Levi, obviously uncomfortable around him.

Levi turned away from them.

"Bold of you to assume I would say yes to begin with, Four-Eyes!" he replied with irritation. "But now you decided it all on your own, he might as well stay I guess."

"C'mon Shorty! The more the merrier, right? Do you always have to be so dramatic? Just don't make a big deal out of this, will you?" Hange said.

"I told you it's fine, which word did you not understand?"

Hange turned towards Moblit and sneered: "Mr Grumpass over here has the worst case of resting bitch face known to man, but he's a softie deep inside, right Levi?"

Rolling his eyes, he grunted and leaned to the bartender. "Two beers and…" he turned to Moblit. "What do you drink?"

The young man seemed fascinated by the tips of his shoes but mumbled a vague reply, his face blushing under Levi's look. He had been feeling the short man's unwonted hostility since his arrival.

"Two beers and a whisky neat then, please," he ordered.

Levi grabbed the bottles and Moblit his own glass and they sat at the table a group of noisy students just left. Hange took off their worn out coat, randomly threw it on their chair and headed to the bathroom.

Only swallowing sounds filled the awkward silence between both men as they took a sip of their drink. Time seemed to stretch as they waited for Hange to come back.

"You...you seem to be…in a…in a worse mood than usual today, Levi." Moblit found the courage to break the heavy atmosphere, the end of the sentence stumbling out of his mouth in a hurry. "Are you alright?"

Levi averted his gaze. "Nothing unusual, don't worry about that," he replied in a breath.

Moblit's fingers fidgeted over his glass. His eyebrows seemed to knit as he was deep in thought.

"I saw it, you know…" he said after a pause. "When we stepped in earlier."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Levi glanced nervously to the bathroom door every once in a while, his knuckles whitening as he tightened the grip on the beer bottle.

"I noticed that you almost smiled when Hange came in, but your face soured as soon as you saw me."

Moblit paused for a few seconds again, his eyes still dived into his glass.

"So I'm asking you what's wrong today, because I never ever saw you so angry with me!" he finally let out sheepishly.

Levi rubbed his face, ran his hand through his hair and let out a long, weary sigh. Leaning over the table, gesturing to get Moblit to do the same, he finally asked in an infuriated whisper: "the fuck are you doing here? Why didn't Hange come alone?"

Taken aback, Moblit gasped: "they said you planned to have drinks together tonight and they invited me. As a friend."

Anger still filled Levi's low voice.

"Why did you accept? Now you ruined it all, dumbass!"

Moblit choked on a sip of whisky and coughed.

"What do you mean, Levi? How could I refuse? I thought Erwin and Miche would be here as well but I don-"

Moblit stopped and his eyes widened comically as he came to a logical conclusion.

"Holy sh-shit... I'm sorry to ask this but…is this a date?" he squeaked.

As Levi opened his mouth to reply, Hange rushed over to them and, as graceful as a hippo, sank into their chair with a relieved sigh.

"Oi! How are you doing guys? Talking about me?" they said with a dorky grin.

"We were starting to worry, Four-Eyes!" Levi scoffed. "Man, how long of a shit were you taking anyway?"

Hange burst out laughing: "oh, long enough to get the job done, thank you for asking!"

Moblit had been stunned for years by their constant, almost always disgusting bickering, mostly based on poop jokes and mean nicknames. But today he couldn't believe this banter may have become a sick way of flirting, at least from Levi's part.

Fucking weirdos.

He finished his drink in one gulp and put his glass on the table a little too heavily. The young man suddenly cleared his throat, interrupting the stream of gross jesting flowing between the two, drawing Levi's irked attention to him.

Hange's boisterous laughter faded away as they also turned to look at him. 

"I…I have to…to go now," he uttered sheepishly.

As he got up, pushing back his chair with an unpleasant screeching, Hange grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Where do you think you're going?" they asked. "Don't leave me alone with Shortstack over here, he's literally pouring his shit-talking down on me!" They winked and grinned as Levi rolled his eyes.

Hange looked up at him with their legendary pleading puppy eyes."Stay with us Moblit, we only just got started! It'll be so much fun! Please, please, please, please!!!"

Moblit briefly glanced at Levi and a shiver of dread instantly ran down his spine as he met his sharp grey look.

"I'm…I'm…s-sorry, Hange, I…I really have to…to go now." A pearl of cold sweat made its way down his face. 

"I'm…I'm supposed to see…er… Nifa later and I…I need to take a shower first! Have fun and...and…well, see you tomorrow at the lab Hange!"

Before his friend tried to stop him from leaving again, he hurried out of the bar as Levi watched him go, a smug smirk on his face.

Hange was right: they had just got started.

*****

Thank you so much to my Darling Terra @dont-f-with-moogles for beta/proof reading 😘

[qoldenskies]

I am kinda new to the rise fandom I was wondering why isn’t Raph as popular or well liked? Is it because he’s too different from the angsty emo bad boy we usually we get?

i definitely dont see any dislike for him, and as someone who's also pretty new to the rottmnt fandom, there's a very shocking amount of balance in appreciation for all four of them, even though there's undeniably a universal favorite lmao. i could come up with all sorts of reasons for the way i feel raph and mikey get sidelined in a lot of fan content, but honestly i think the truth of it is that people just like angst and their flavors of problems aren't as interesting to them as donnie's and ESPECIALLY not leo's. which is fine, im not going to police what people get up to, even though i can be personally peeved about things like struggling to find content im looking for. im creating here too i can rectify that for myself!!! and i am also very rabid on the donnie stanning and am also a secret leo kinnie (shh) so i cant say too much myself

like idk ive been into whump since before i even knew what the word meant, and im an adult now, and fandom has always slotted certain characters into the role of "caretaker" when writing it, and raph is a very easy character to put there in particular. and i get it because i end up doing it a lot myself, i just love giving him angst ABOUT it every single time because that is the thing that's actively fucking him up all day 24/7 anyway. its fun

but semi-unrelated i will complain a LITTLE about how much april gets parentified in the fandom and how i dont really consider her their sister (even though ive dipped my toes into it a bit because its popular fandom consensus) she's the bestie guys...... they call her the Bestie........ i prefer her to be considered family in a more ambiguous sense, i think its more fulfilling. im pretty sure if we got more time with cassandra she also would've been getting HEAVILY found family'd (it was kind of implied in the movie) but i ain't seen nobody implying she's their sister!!! (not shitting on people who interpret her that way btw!!! i just dont really like how she gets parentified and turned into a infallible cool older sister when she's a bit of a wreck herself and like... the fact that she's a black girl getting this treatment is not lost on me)

[maelihi]

Y’all

here is my little edit i did in about twenty minutes! but! like actually think about it.

the three werewolf pups were so close they were friends so many years after highschool. and multiple times they are close together, and dottie often refers to them as her best friends. that’s pretty obvious. but think of this- they’re living together, have a stable life- hell. yknow what? they’ll have a family and raise a few kids as besties. then they go to starlight, chill together as a platonically married poly throuple- then BOOM! rylan was kidnapped and probably killed since knowing how dedicated he was to aphmau and aaron, he wouldn’t have told the people anything, and they probably would’ve killed him. then dottie got mind controlled and it was heavily implied that she also got murdered at the end. and then daniel, if he did manage to get off the island and also didn’t fucking die- would probably commit fucking suicide since he has to go on in a world where all he has left is a traumatized main character, and her blind husband. so my who thing is just like- platonically, maybe romantically, involved dottie, rylan and daniel and their TRAGIC FUCKING STORY.

[thesockghost]

NEBULAS BIO

Name: nebula

Pronouns: she/her

Personality: obedient, snarky, calm

Interests/hobbies: reading books (?), documentaries, fashion history

Power: unknown (possibly the ability to have the other astrals speak through her….?)

Nebula is a messenger for the astrals (thought it’s heavily implied that she mostly works for Taurus and Leo).

She expressed a want to be friends with earth, sadly though, she has been shown to be in some sort of abusive relationship with Taurus, and possibly Leo as well.

Taurus seems to be working her down to the bone (since she doesn’t really even know what a hobby or break is), and doesn’t let her have even a single friend. Though, as of writing this: in the latest episode of the lunar and earth show (fly high, sweet prince…) nebula did say if lunar makes a good impression on Taurus, he could possibly ask Taurus to give her ✨bestie privileges™✨, so I’m not one to be like this, but hunny you’d better not fuck this up-

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[fiddlepickdouglas]

omg august rush! that movie was so touching. thanks for reminding me of its existence :')

Hello bestie you have cracked open an Old Obsession of mine, welcome to the ride!

This was me with the door shut to the basement listening to the ~demo~ soundtrack on my iPod in high school pretending I was the virtuoso composer. I would later discover such an activity is called "stimming" 😂

For some reason the story seemed like such an obvious plot when I was younger, but having watched it again years later I was like no??? It doesn't really follow most formulas? It just makes you hope so much for the things to happen and actually pays off on the setup. What a notion.

And this song?

The lyrics destroy me every time I listen to it.

"The angel on the stairs will tell you I was there"

I'M SORRY BUT I'VE JUST ENVISIONED THE PRETTIEST FUCKING ANGEL STANDING BEFORE A DOORWAY FULL OF LIGHT ATOP AN ORNATE STAIRWAY SINCE MY CHILDHOOD. SHE IS HAUNTING AND GRACEFUL AND DOES NOT SPEAK WITH HER LIPS BUT YOU KNOW FROM THE WISDOM IN HER EYES THAT SHE IS A WITNESS TO THE SCENE. I'M ON MY KNEES. IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT RELIGION SHE HAILS FROM.

"I've been sitting, watching life pass from the sidelines"

Hardcore resonate. 2nd child syndrome? Undiagnosed neurodivergent? Yet to realize I'm queer and my life has been dictated by the choices and influences of everyone except myself for so long? GOD.

Also, I wish Leon Thomas III got more material like this to work with.

I did not watch Victorious, but I did watch every minute of the Quinton Review on it and I'm sorry, Nickelodeon had so much talent on their hands and squandered it in favor of. The white people. Totally understand why his filmography ends in 2017 - I would focus on music too if I were always getting snubbed like that.

I could really go on about this movie and how it was so fundamental to solidifying my love for so much in the sense of art, storytelling, creating a lot of August-like OCs, second chances/new beginnings, and of course, the heavily implied autism for both August's character and *aherm* myself. Still wish I could pick up the organ like that though. Would be neat. And very on brand.

Thanks for the ask 😅

also I just realized there's totally a KimChay AU in this bitch somewhere :D