#AND NEVER TALKED ABOUT IT EVER AGAIN LMAO

[into-fiction]

I've been thinking anout your winged!glinda HC's a lot,, can we get a hurt comfort one shot/drabble of elphaba preening glinda's feathers? 😔🙏

damn u really took me down a rabbit hole lmao. i ended up writing like 3k words of just sad, winged!glinda. but here's a snippet of her finally getting some elphie comfort!

(headcanon list found here)

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‘Ready’ apparently comes two weeks later when an exhausted Glinda opens the balcony doors to let Elphaba in. Her wings are a tattered mess behind her, the result of a day spent flying against harsh, autumn winds. When Elphaba leads her to the bed, Glinda all but falls onto it, groaning into her pillows. 

She doesn’t realize she’s left her back open to Elphaba until the woman gasps loudly, hand flying up to cover her mouth. Glinda turns her head, curious, and her blood goes cold when she realizes what Elphaba is staring at. 

Usually, when Glinda is around people, she keeps her wings folded and tucked up, shielding her back from view and keeping her feathers away from wandering or curious hands.

But now, wearing nothing but a halter top and with her wings splayed to either side of her, the bare skin of her back is in full view, exposing the mess of scars and pink-stained feathers to Elphaba’s gaze. 

Glinda immediately tries to get her hands underneath her to push herself up, wings shifting to cover herself. She’s mumbling apologies under her breath, frantic and stuttering. She never wanted Elphaba to see what she had done. What her spell had caused Glinda to endure. 

“Stop, s-stop, Glinda, stop!” Elphaba cries. She’s trembling slightly, horrified by what she’s seen. “Just- please. Stop apologizing.”

Glinda glances over her shoulder with teary eyes. “I'm sorry. I never wanted you to see,” she whispers. 

Elphaba takes a deep breath, blowing it out carefully. “Can you show me again? Please?”

Glinda's first instinct is to vehemently reject the idea, but Elphaba is staring at her with wide, wet eyes, pleading and sorrowful. Slowly, Glinda lets herself fall back to her stomach, splaying her wings out and fighting against her instincts. 

It’s an easier fight than she would’ve imagined. A part of her…trusts Elphaba. More than she’s ever trusted anyone else. Her wings fall open willingly, even as her thoughts tumble over memories of sharp nails and harsh yanks, of cruel fists that pulled and twisted.

The first brush of fingers against her scars makes Glinda's skin twitch and her mind flash with a brief panic, but she manages to keep it subtle, breathing evenly, and after a brief hesitation, Elphaba continues her exploration. 

She doesn’t ask if it had hurt. She doesn’t ask why the feathers are pink. She doesn’t try and get Glinda to talk about the worst day of her life.

She just…runs her fingers over them, soft and gentle. She cards through the small feathers by the base of Glinda’s shoulders, and it’s such an overwhelming sensation that it practically makes Glinda want to scream. 

The human side of Glinda’s brain all but shuts down, and she collapses into the pillows, biting down on her tongue hard enough to bleed. Elphaba’s fingers are soft and sure, calmly raking through the ruffled feathers and gently starting to realign them. 

It feels heavenly. 

There’s a rumble building in Glinda’s chest as the pleasure washes over her. It’s not even sexual- it just feels good. Her mind is foggy and numb, her muscles relaxing and making her sink deeper and deeper into the sheets. 

“Glinda? This still okay?” Elphaba checks in. 

Glinda can barely remember what words are. “Mmhm,” she hums, snapping her mouth shut around what could almost be called a coo. Something warbly and soft, something happy. 

It’s like the world’s best massage, especially when Elphaba gains enough confidence to start working into the downy under feathers, rubbing through the softness right near her shoulder blades, coaxing Glinda’s wings to secrete the oil that will make them shiny and waterproof. 

Glinda wiggles in place, shivers running down her spine as Elphaba’s fingers glide through feathers that can’t help puffing up and settling down in waves as Glinda falls into the pattern Elphaba established. It feels so. Good. 

“Glinda?”

There are no words. Glinda can’t even think properly, swimming in a haze of pleasure. She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out except a pretty little trill. Elphaba laughs, startled but pleased. “You good, little dove?” 

The nickname makes Glinda melt, and she lets out another embarrassing trill. “Wow. You are really out of it,” Elphaba breathes, something awed in her tone. She keeps going, shifting the crooked feathers, smoothing the ruffled ones. 

Time starts to blur, and Glinda has no idea if it’s been minutes or hours. She feels so blissed out that Morrible herself could walk into the room right now and she still likely wouldn’t move. She’s an absolute puddle of limbs and feathers, her wings splayed over the bed. 

For the first time since Glinda got her wings, nothing hurts. Every feather feels right, nothing is misaligned, there’s no itch or sting or prickling awareness of something being wrong. No pain. 

Galinda feels completely, utterly, wonderfully content. 

“Stay,” she whispers to Elphaba, sliding further and further toward sleep, drunk on pleasure and finally feeling safe. She doesn't want Elphaba to leave, even as the woman shifts from preening her to just running soft fingers over the tops.

Elphaba's smile can be heard in her voice. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[aswiftiechildofapollo]

Reki Kyan headcanons because i missed my older brother and i don't have the time to watch OVA's yet.

Gives that bone-cracking hugs.

Did i mention his love for Taylor Swift before? Add Cavetown, Sabrina Carpenter, Mitski, Olivia Rodrigo and Conan Gray to it.

Had a guitar phase, stopped playing since he got too obsessed with skateboarding. His guitar still on the depths of his closet and he only remembers the first song he played to learn– Talk to me by Cavetown

Has the most weird and detailed playlist names

Matching with Langa. Everytime, everywhere. Going out? Clothes are matching. Going to skate? Skateboards are matching. Stalking his socials? Every.single.one.of.them is matching with Langa

Protective of his siblings (Rekipleasebemybrother.)

Introduced Miya as his brother once

Accidently called Joe 'Dad' and they never let it down.

Again, accidently, kissed Langa. It was pure by accident but both of them still think about it, giggling and kicking their feets.

His first crush turned to be a lesbian, which made him realize he liked boys too.

Still seeing that crush, but now she moved out and they are online besties!

Plays princess with his sisters

He lets his sister to do whatever they want to him– make up, dressing him up, doing his hair, everything.

Tried eyeliner before. Couldn't do it, got frustated and stopped doing it. Surprisingly, Langa can do eyeliner really good and now does Reki's eyeliner

His english is not that bad, but not that good either. He puts effort to it.

He wants to learn Spanish and French

Doesn't study, will only study if he likes the subject and there's an exam next day

Will be good at school if he actually did study tho

He's one of the dumb-but-smart and smart-but-dumb, you get what i am saying?

Wears converse to EVERYWHERE

Actually interested in fashion.

Can do catwalk effortlessly and amazingly.

Sometimes just lies in bed and cries, not having energy to do anything else. Then, his sisters bakes some sweets for him and he is good again.

He has his lazy days. He doesn't do anything. Not laying down, no crying. Just staring at the abyss. It creeps Langa out

Has met with Langa's mom, thinks she is the sweetest person ever. Has his own blanket at their house

Bought a blanket just for Langa with his own savings

Wants to travel

Thank you for reading, i apologize if there is any mistakes. English is not my mother language.

Some of these are just me lmao

[painted-bees]

sad ace hours over here. Maybe Raf can relate: has he ever felt like garbage for not finding his partner hot or sexy or whatever? Has he ever felt like he was robbing them of an important part of their relationship?

Oh no, anon Q nQ I am reaching through the computer screen with a hot, comforting beverage of your choice and much love.

Raf takes...a while to come to terms with the idea that a may...probably be ace, as he'd need to see a lot more people talking about it before he's even convinced that it's a thing. So, with that context, he--yeah, actually, haha. Less so with Margie because she's extremely communicative. But in his past relationships, his lack of sexual attraction was typically obscured to him by other forms of attraction that, in certain contexts, he would misinterpret as the bog standard sexual attraction that everyone feels. Confusingly, his attraction in romantic relationships rarely served any sexual motivations when he actually needed it to--and this had led him to assume that he was just... really fickle; some days, he was "in love" with his partner and other days, he really wasn't--and that's just the way he was. It always feels bad when a partner is trying to make moves and be sexy, and he has to mask his disinterest. He's a born and raised performer, so he can play a fair gig, but it felt dishonest to him, and he'd have definitely served time in his own mind wondering if he should keep "pretending" that he loves them when he clearly isn't feeling that fabled "spark" abt them.

But then, later, they do or say something smart/clever/funny typical of themselves and he'll think "no, I definately do love them, I'm just being weird abt it idk". Again, attributing it to being "fickle."

In his relationship with Alex, they were basically still kids [college kids are kids don't fite me on this] and Alex wasn't really observant enough to notice when Raf was kinda checked out and playing a script haha.

But Lacey sure fuckin' did. Lacey could tell the difference between a genuine Raf smile and a performed smile. And she haaated being on the receiving end of Raf's cordial performances. If he wasn't going to love her "for real" then she needed him to just not fuckin' bother. And this resulted in fights [a lot of things between them resulted in fights kfkd]. In some ways, it felt a lot worse that she wouldn't let him act out the part when she was able to clock it as a performance. But that's kinda because the performance itself is a guesture of love in its own right. Not an act of conciet [and he doesn't really figure that out himself until his relationship with Margie tbf].

His relationship with Lace was bad for a lot of reasons [they were both just...awful to one another in equal measures], but she really did make him feel like there was something deeply, distressingly, fundamentally wrong about his capacity to love sometimes. Like he'd never be able to fully love someone the way they deserved [and he blamed his upbringing for this, not his sexuality, rip].

His relationship with Margie is the first relationship he's had where he feels like...an emotionally mature adult lmao and the things about himself that he still needs to figure out, they're able to figure it out together. Again, Margie's compulsion towards transparency and her need to communicate all things has benefitted him hugely, even if he is naturally more of a "keep things close to the chest" sort of person himself. It leads them to little moments like this one that allows Raf the chance to be honest with her about what he is and isn't feeling, and for her to affirm that she understand where he's coming from and just wants to meet him where he's at [knowing well that the same is true vice versa].

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

In a Cat! Stan au where Stan is some kind of small to mid-size wild cat, I imagine Ford would be in firm, firm denial that Stan wasn't just a feral cat while Fiddleford is pleading with him to send Stan to a reservation or something. Like, on his knees begging while Ford is just calling his idea insanity because, obviously, Nikola isn't a wildcat! Ford, 12 PhDs, would notice!

Fiddleford would like Nikola more in this AU, though, because I think with Fiddleford being raised on a farm, he'd know the wild/domestic division very well and would not expect good pet behavior from a wild animal. He would be annoyed as hell at Stan's innocent act with Ford tho.

I imagine if Ford realized Nikola isn't a house cat would end up with Ford 1) thinking Nikoka has been illegally smuggled into the US and 2) debating the ethics of keeping a wild animal just to decide it's okay because Nikola has obviously been around humans too much to take care of himself, and so Nikola needs Ford, and no reserve or zoo could do it as well as he can. Obviously. (Ford is 100% delusional.)

This can become even funnier if Ford finds Stan's car, realizes Nikola is comfortable there, and convinces himself Stan is the one who smuggled Nikola in the first place lol. This would lead to both mushy feelings as Stan, his brother, meets his beloved cat and angry feelings because Stan, his brother, yanked his precious cat from where he belongs; poor Nikola >:C Ford being protective of Stan from Stan is adorably hilarious to me.

If Ford never accepts this, I imagine him denying Stan's wild status even when Stan reveals his identity, and it becomes a running gag in the family. Ford is the only one who truly doesn't think Stan's a wildcat, but everyone else refuses to give up on the joke, and it drives Stan mad. Especially if everyone else was a big cat lmao.

Also, while I've imagined stan as, like, a black-footed cat or Asian wild cat, I now realize it would be even better if Stan was, like, an ocelot or a serval, something so obviously not domestic, yet Ford is in denial anyway.

Sorry about this being so long, I like to talk lol.

In an Au where Stan is a small wild cat breed, Ford is 100% in denial about it. Now, he isn't an expert on wild cats, so at first he just has no idea, except that if Stan is any breed that's very obviously exotic this becomes hilarious. Fiddleford is pulling up all kinds of books and articles about whatever kind of wild cat Stan is, and how he needs to find some kind of expert to take care of him, but Ford is looking away. Nikola is a sweetheart and loves him and is very obviously a house cat!

Fiddleford also excuses all of Stan's behavior as that of a wild cat who isnt suited to living a domestic life. Except that Stan is very much not like this with Ford, so whats up with that?

Ford lives in denial until they find Stan's car, and Stan gets very cozy with it. Then immediately he 180's into 'of course Nikola is a wild breed, and i bet Stan is responsible for this poor creatures poor socialization. Now he's too used to humans to ever go back to the wild so i might as well keep him :)" This is now just another one of Stan's mess's he's cleaning up, and there's no reason to look further into how Nikola got here or where Stan is now :):)

Then 180's again when its revealed to be Stan. No way Stan's a wild cat, that's his brother >:(. His brother couldnt be a wild animal. (This has nothing to do with jealousy, Ford just knows his brother). Ford was right all along, Stan's a house cat and nothing else >:(.

Basically no one is ever going to be happy with Ford's opinion on what kind of cat Stan is. He's determined to be difficult.

[odileeclipse]

BYE I forgot to sign off my🃏anon status.... It was me that talked about how to fix your posting problem LMAO happy to help! I ate up the chapters anyways they were SO GOOD

anyways. onto the fun stuff. I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY?????? With the new chapter, does this mean that the cookie closest to MC is technically Earl Grey? Then again, it makes sense, because Earl Grey has that stability to back up MC's nervous thoughts and general lack of self esteem that Chai Latte generally doesn't have. Kinda like they complete each other? How they are complete opposites but can bounce off each other so well.

I think you did a wonderful job creating the sense of disconnect the Sage feels when seeing MC with someone that's similar to him but NOT him, and how he feels out of place in the friend group for just a moment. It gives a sense of realism because to think that the person you want to get to know and want to see all their possible sides has other people who have seen them more intimately than he ever did. OUGHHH The jealousy was GLORIOUS I loved it very much. It showed Sage that although the MC is someone slowly creeping in the cracks of his heart, he has to face the fact that they may treat others as warmly or even more warmly than him. That their relationship isn't as mutually exclusive as he once deemed it to be.

It makes me wonder if before they (MC) might have developed just a small crush on Earl Grey???? Or maybe the other way around. The kind that was fleeting and was overshadowed by their camaraderie, mostly.... or it could just be a Jo and Laurie (Little Women) thing where the feelings were there, but MC or Earl Grey confused the other as the love of their life instead of the light of their life.

This makes for a really, really good dynamic though since Earl Grey and Shadow Milk are very similar, and this may be a cause for Doubt for the Sage since right now he and MC have this unseen gap they can't bridge partly due to how MC still sees him in a higher than life itself light due to their insecurity that they may never reach his level as equals. UGHHHH ODI YOUR STORY IS WONDERFUL HANDS DOWN

apologies for the long yap I really really enjoyed this sm and analyzed it down to the very letter 😭, I hope you continue on blessing us with this wonderful writing. I'll eagerly await it!! Always take your time though, and take breaks!!

-🃏

My computer shut down as I was replying and my answer got deleted im gonna crash out

But like I was saying...MC isn’t necessarily closer to one friend over the others their group is balanced, with each person playing a role that complements the rest. Earl Grey may be the grounding one, offering stability when MC’s insecurities spiral, but that doesn’t make him the closest, just the most steadying presence. Chai Latte brings warmth and energy, while Hazelnut, though not as much screen time(writing time), is the glue that holds them all together his absence is always felt, even if he isn’t always the most vocal all the time. Their dynamic works because they complete each other, each friendship filling in the gaps where the other might not. And while there may have been a time when MC and Earl Grey wondered if their bond could be something more, they naturally settled into friendship, realizing that loving each other platonically simply made the most sense.

For Shadow Milk Cookie, though, that balance is something he can’t quite slip into. He sees the way MC fits so naturally with their friends, the way their dynamic is effortless, and for a moment, he feels like an outsider looking in. He may share similarities with Earl Grey, but it only makes the contrast sharper MC never placed Earl Grey on a pedestal, never hesitated the way they do with him. And that divide, however unintentional, lingers like an unspoken truth between them. And even further down the line, even when they themselves (MC and SMC) feel there is no divide between them, the reality is there always will be a line between them, not because they can't work through it but because it's not easy to take someone off a pedestal.

[souryogurt64]

really appreciate you for talking about everything, this fandom always goes through it lmao. also i just lurk so im not rlly deep into what is happening most of the time so your blog is like my newspaper js

also im curious if bc of everything, do you feel detached to fob? do you resonate with their music at all nowadays? is pw really a genius? just want to know your perspective.

thanks again for being THE blog always excited to see the cats and fits queen

Ok Fall Out Boy were like part of my life for a long time and probably always will be which is why I'm able to dedicate so much energy to Hating full time but --

A lot of my interest in them was because of Pete's book but recently the ghostwriter claimed Pete has never read it and doesn't know what's in it. Additionally, after the SWMRS fiasco I was attracted to the idea of him realizing the error of his ways in 2012 or whatever vs BJA who was like publicly a feminist in the 90s and then called a teenage girl a cunt in 2020 or whatever but ever since he started acting like a cartoon supervillain in SNL sketch about if Hugh Hefner discovered feminism that has also gone away.

Also like I knew hardcore was like homophobic but I thought it was just like "Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve" not "Gay people should be rounded up and killed," and it was actually very surprising to read that book and learn it was fringe even for the 1990s, and realize how far people go out of their way to obfuscate this to preserve FOB's legacy lol. And it's also frustrating that FOB would rather let those people continue to dictate their history rather than like ...... be involved in projects that include people like Hayley

And like FOB are not remotely homophobic and were like 15 at the time so I get it but it's annoyinggggggggggg that their fans send "I hope you get raped" to a bunch of people when someone makes a 24 note text post being like 'Wow look at this book I'm reading, I didn't know that and that's kind of fucked up."

[kyouka-supremacy]

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[daily-hanamura]

[warpedpuppeteer]

But what if Eddie realizes he's in love with Buck when he finally remembers everything about the day he was shot? We've seen him say he remembers things but what if he didn't remember everything? What if he doesn't remember his blood smeared all over Buck, on his face, on his hands, on his tongue? What if he doesn't remember trying to call out to Buck but only managing to mouth his name soundlessly? What if he doesn't remember the way he reached out to Buck while bleeding his life out onto the asphalt? What if he doesn't remember thinking Oh, it's him, it's always been him. I should've told him and now it's too late.

What if he finally remembers it all and he sees Buck laughing with the team, shining bright like he's Eddie's personal sun and Eddie is drawn to him like he's Icarus and thinks oh fuck. He had realized he was in love with Buck and forgotten.

And now he remembers. And now...oh.

(and he thinks, like Icarus, is he doomed to fall short and burn his wings before he reaches his sun?)

[shadyvoidhologram]

I was laying in bed overthinking, as you do, and started to go on a depressive doom spiral. And then, to distract myself I started thinking about the things I like.

[Spoilers and some gross details incoming, you know what Mouthwashing is about]

So, eventually I started thinking about Curly being in a similar headspace as I was, laying down, incapable of doing anything, constantly in pain and hearing time and time again how quickly things are going to shit and that it's all your fault.

Him replaying his mistakes over and over on his head, imagining the many ways things could've gone a different way if only he had done something instead of ignoring the issues to "keep the peace".

Remembering every interaction that led to the accident, Anya's confession, his friends poorly disguised resentment, him ignoring and filtering details of his crew's mental state, her taking the gun, the notice, Jimmy.

Him being a coward and disguising his hate of confrontation with the guise of being a good friend.

And then comming back to reality, to is burning flesh. To the blood, shit and bile staining the bandages, robe and bed, to watching and hearing his friends suffer and die, unable to do anything.

When the kid dies, in the midst of all the emotional chaos, he feels some sick sense of relief knowing that probably Swansea will deal with both of them quickly and it'll be over at last.

Then Jimmy finds the gun.

And he can't help but laugh. He remembers the conversation they had and he cackles bitterly because not even in death can her wishes be respected. She trusted him and he failed her even after she was gone.

Soon enough it's just the two of them left.

Through muffled ears he hears Jimmy rambling, talking to himself, asking questions and answering right after, he sees him moving the bodies around. When Jimmy carries him from the infirmary to the common room table he's still as stone, not a sound leaves his mouth, he doesn't look at the bodies thrown on the chairs around the table, he doesn't even breathe.

But all of Jimmy's attention, hatred, idolatry, and envy are on him only. Eyes glossy, cut pieces of a one sided conversation and a tentative smile on his lips when he reaches for the slightly dented knife.

He screams until his lungs close and his throat burns. When he's fed parts of himself he cries and throws up until he is forced to swallow and keep it down.

He's dehidrated, half delirious from the blood loss and emotionally checked out when Jimmy picks him up and tells him they can still fix this, he knows what to do. That he's going home.

Sure, he thinks, he wants to go home.

When he's placed on the cryopod he just stares at Jimmy talk to himself at him some more, about being heroes and everything being all right now. Then he steps out of sight.

It's on the silence after the loud bang when his brain starts working again, he's completely and utterly alone on a crashed ship of a company that's closing it's doors, with a now depleted shipment that wasn't even important enough to guarantee a search party, and no way of fending for himself in the case of 20 years passing and no one coming, even less if the power gave out before that.

As the cryopod finally starts to cool, the few tears he has left fall from his remaining eye.

He hopes he doesn't wake up to see what happens next.

..ok see y'all when I wake up-

[cn-alastair-lite]

the world would be a much better place if people were nice to each other regardless of what they like to draw in their free time

[fullmetalscullyy]

never thought we'd ever have to go without (i)

summary: 

Their breakup was amicable. They were both going in two different directions with their lives and where Roy was going - the military and the numerous off the grid sites for weeks or sometimes months on end – he wouldn’t ask her to wait for him. She deserved to live her own life, not wait around for him and his ambitions.

When a tragedy befalls their child, Roy and Riza are left devastated. They come together to work through it while waiting for her to wake from her injuries

rated: t | words: 2948 | tags: royai, angst, au, modern au, kid au, parental royai, tragedy, injury, angst with a happy ending, separated parents

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snippet:

Hey Dad, I'm on the plane. I know you won’t get this for a while, but I still wanted to send you a message. Hope all is going well with you. Mum was freaking out at the airport. She was worried I’d forgotten something again, but she literally emptied and repacked my bag for me so many times, so there’s no way that would happen. I think she’s scared about me going off by myself. Could you give her a call when you get out? I don’t want her to feel alone while I’m gone, and I know she’ll love hearing from you. I’ll speak to you soon. I love you.

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[theredalice]

So i had an appointment w my psychiatrist today

Told her my monthly assessment results may be skewed cause I've been really happy lately (hyperfixation go *fixes your mental illness*).

Told her about Mouthwashing.

The FIRST thing out of her mouth

"How often do you go outside?"

MY PSYCHIATRISTS RESPONSE TO ME GUSHING ABT MOUTHWASHING AND HOW FISH ARE MADE WAS TO TOUCH GRASS

[maryasmorevna]

why are you, as an adult in 2024, still hung up on reylo. why are you still mocking the shippers. why do you believe yourself to be superior only because you dislike a stupid ship from a fucking space fairytale. girl (gnc) get a grip

[forestgreenlesbian]

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