#Abigail crane

[lizzie-hearts-cant-drive]

doodles of my living dead doll girlies bc ive been OBSESSED with them <333

[bar-torr]

been having thoughts about abigail hannibal and jonathan gotham lately……..

[trulyatessfan]

I saw naomi did it, but after violet did it, I wanted to do my own version too!! :D shoutout to you two!! Let me explain all my choices cuz I love overexplaining:

Favorite character: Tess Goodwin, ofc, I am her number one fan ever, ofc she is number 1 <3

Liked by everyone but me: Russell Crane, I see a lot of people loving him, and personally, he is not for me, I used to hate him, but now, I am just not a fan of him, I understand why people do and I love to see people's version of Russell (especially Ambs if you are reading this, your Russell is canon to me)

Didn't like at first: Luna Hecate, for obvious reasons, but after a year of hating her, I started to take interest in her and now, love her so much,,, That was in 2014-15 LMAO

Would like to know more about: Abigail Riley, I HATE HOW SHE WAS JUST A SIDE CHARACTER, MAKE HER AN OFFICIAL SUSPECT, I WANT TO LEARN MORE ABOUT HER MANNNNNN (guess that will be my goal while also writing Kelly, my OC who is the youngest sibling of Abigail :D)

Least favorite character: Enzo Traoré, god I hate him so much, the shit writing of season 8 didn't help him, but he was so rushed and he made me so uncomfortable so many times,,,,

Like the design, dislike character: Elliot Clayton, sick design, hard to draw tho, but over the years, I realized that Elliot is not my kind of characters, he is not for me, but if you love him, good for you!

Like the character, dislike design: Eleonora Macaron, even with the shit writing, love her, but she is a S8 character so her entire sprite is reused sprites, give her a cooler design,,,, :(

Similar personality: Peggy Pascal, I don't know how to explain this very well, but I see myself a lot in Peggy, personally and physically (when I was younger)

Fav ship: Amy/Virginia, love them since 2015, still going strong!!! <3 Love me some good childhood besties to lovers <3

Least fav ship: Enzo/Carrie, NO, JUST NO, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO /ref No but for real, what the fuck, their relationship was so rushed AND THE FACT THEY JUST TAKE THE VENUE FROM LIKE HER BROTHER WHO JUST BROKE UP WITH HIS EX,,, I know it was consented but that is still fucking insane, like WHAT, you can wait to get married girlies,,,, hate this ship so much, burn it to ground,,,, also im a aro-ace Carrie supporter <3

Would befriend irl: Céleste Alouest, she looks like the person that has the most amazing stories, she is also very supportive, oh and she speaks french, a win for me yay

Would never befriend irl: Christian Bateman, no fucking way I'm friends with him, what he needs to be friends with is a mental hospital or therapy or anything, away from me LOL

also all drawings are from me xd

[rosetintednightmares]

Weird grave dude

[morgraham]

do you think she’d fw the crane wives

[like-rain-or-confetti]

These Small Hours (The Riddler x Abigail Nygma-Crane)

"Abigail get off the ball!" Jonathan snapped, giving his daughter a stern glare. Whilst she no longer was lying on it the way she had been, she didn't leave it alone like he had wanted. Jonathan smiled slightly but there was no pleasantries to it. "Fine, break your neck on the ball." He muttered to himself. "Just distract her with something." Edward rolled his eyes at Jonathan. He eyed the cake on the counter nearby. "Do you want cake, Abby?" Jonathan asked crisply. "What?" Abigail turned to look at Edward and Jonathan. "Do you want cake?" Edward asked, much softer than Jonathan's stern tone. "Yes." She nodded.

One slice of cake later and Abigail was distracted by cartoons. "She's bored." Edward said to Jonathan. "Would you like to entertain the seven year old?" Jonathan asked sarcastically. "Absolutely not. We have nothing in common." Edward replied. "You have plenty in common, Edward." Jonathan replied flatly. "Besides, even if she didn't. She looks up to you, curious about everything you're doing." "So?" "So she wants to know what her father does that gets him so distracted." Jonathan deadpanned. "Show her something, make something with her that isn't dangerous. I'll think you like it more than you think." Jonathan finished and Edward scoffed. However, Jonathan sealed him into the deal when he started talking to Abigail that if she were to do something with Edward... what would she want? Her reply had the two stunned. "Can we build a robot!? I wanna build a robot!" Edward looked at Abigail. "A robot? You'd...you'd want to make a robot?" "Can we!? Oh, can we please!?" She begged. "A small one." Jonathan insisted fearing those two together would make a fifty foot robot if left to their own desires. Both Abigail and Jonathan looked to Edward who slowly nodded. "Yes...we can do that." Abigail yelled with excitement. Edward found some spare materials that would do nicely. Meanwhile Abigail couldn't seem to focus on anything, something catching her eye or the cup of juice she had brought with her. "I can't help but feel you're distracted." The Riddler smiled down at Abigail, who attempted to climb the desk, too distracted to realise he was talking to her.

To his surprise, Edward didn't find it so bad, Abigail was hooked on every little thing. After spending all week on it, Edward sat on the couch whilst Abigail was asleep in bed for the night. "It won't work the way she wants to, not without the adjustments." Edward huffed. "So make them." Jonathan replied blankly. "If I do, she won't learn!" Edward remarked. Jonathan sighed, tossing the newspaper to the coffee table before him. "Don't play dumb with me. You know you just want to flaunt it in her face that she needs your help." "She accepts my help but if I do it without her knowing how and why then she won't learn!" Edward argued. "Edward, that's not the point of this." Jonathan sighed. "What are you talking about!? Then why bother-" Jonathan cut him off before Edward could finish. "You want to feel needed but it's unnecessary. Of course, she needs you but this is about you two sharing something, creating a memory. It's not about the damn robot!" Jonathan explained impatiently. "Make the adjustments and tell her absolutely nothing. It'll only knock her confidence and this is supposed to enjoyable for you both. Not a teaching moment...not for her anyway." He added and Edward gaped at Jonathan. "What teaching moment do I need!?" "That being right isn't the best feeling you could get out of this. It's not difficult to outsmart a seven year old but you'll see what I'm talking about later. Make the adjustments, tell Abby nothing and you'll see what's truly rewarding in the end."

The next morning and a few secret adjustments made by Edward later, Abigail was eager to show Jonathan the finished creation. Edward set the robot down on the counter and asked Abigail if she wanted to flip the switch. "No, you do it!" She replied excitedly, barely able to stand still. Edward rolled his eyes slightly at Jonathan before flipping the switch. Abigail's eyes lit up as her little robot began to walk around the counter. "Greetings, A-A-Abby." Came a small robotic voice. "We did it! We built a robot!" Abby cried out, hugging Edward tightly. "This was all you, my sweet." Edward reluctantly said, gritting out the pet name as he eyed Jonathan. Edward straightened, lifting her into his arms. Jonathan nodded. As much as Edward wanted to take the credit and point out the obvious that she couldn't have done it without him, that wasn't the point. If he kept an open mind, Edward would be rewarded in a much more special way. "We made a robot!" Abby's voice shifted, wavering with emotion and Edward's jaw dropped, staring at Jonathan. Abigail clung to him like he could disappear at any moment. "We made a robot..." Abigail spoke with a sob of happiness. It clearly meant a lot to her. Edward's chest leapt, his breath caught in his throat. Creating things like robots was nothing to him. Second nature, a hobby that sometimes was put to the back of his mind. Yet to his daughter, it was life changing. Enough to reduce the poor girl to tears, filled with emotion. Was this feeling the reward?

Like he could read Edward's mind, Jonathan nodded. Edward hated to admit Jonathan could be right but this could be better than credit. The adoration his daughter felt for him. To have been a part of the source to her happiness. Why, it was much more worthwhile. That shook him to his core. A very new sensation. He cradled the back of her head as he felt a lump form in his throat. All his life he sought validation, praise, recognition and this child had given it to him in seconds. Jonathan smiled knowingly, a piece of him wondered what that would have felt like.

[hyperactive-rogue]

Quiz/Miyu Tangram and Madame Crow/Abigail O'Shay for @dcobscurecharacterbingo no capes au prompt. Finally drew my Abigail O'Shay design ! Like I doodle her a lot but rarely sit down and draw her seriously

ALSO they're so underused even though I'm sure a lot of tumblr batrogues fans would love them.... dc please I need more of them

[deschainartnerd]

Woe the repercussions of his actions be upon him

[abigailthedreamer]

Self Ship Shorts: Snake Demons Want Love Too! (Source: KFP)

As always, it's under the cut! This the s/i in question.

Inspired by:

*Abi, Po along with the Furious 5 are all hanging out outside the Jade Palace, The snake demon looks out of it.* Po: Hey! Abi! You alright? You haven't touched your food! Abi: Mmh!? Oh, yeah im fine, You can have them if you like. *Abi pushes the bowl of noodles to Po, who takes them gratefully* Abi: I just...Dunno what's gone on with me. *Abi begins, not realising the 5 were listening in* I can't eat, can't sleep, Maybe i'm coming down with somethi- Tigress, clearing her throat: Ah, Me and others here might know what it is *She gives a rather uncommon smirk*....The 'L' Word. Po: Oohh!...Leprosy? Monkey: No!!! It starts with 'L' Ends with 'E' Po:...Aha! Lice! Viper, giggling: No Silly!!! Abi: Whatever it is, you lot better not be messing with me. Mantis, stepping forward on the table in mock vibrato: Fear not! It's nothing fatal, just a minor, but unexpected diagnosis. Abi and Po in unison: Offf?? Mantis, unable to hold his laughter: Snk! Okay, Po, Abigail here, our fearsome snake demon, is in Love! *Abi's face drops, turning red, if that's even possible while Po leaps up* Po: Awwwwweee Yeaaaa! Loooove! Wait, Love!? Abi, panicking: Ahaha! Don't listen to them my friend! They're merely teasing me for a crush I had on Tai Lung way back whe- Po: YOU HAD A CRUSH ON TAI LUNG!??? Crane: *Cough* Yeah sure, 'Had'. Viper: That's not what Master Shifu told us. Abi, Glaring: What, per chance, did he say? Tigress: Plenty of stories about you and Tai Lung growing up together. And how you'd purposely 'slack off' training so Tai would be seen as the better one. Abi: I never slacked off! I'm just a....ah-A visual learner! Yeah! *The 5 and Po all stand in silence, already not buying what she said. Until, someone pipes up from inside the palace* Shifu: And what, would you say you've learned from from drooling over Tai's pecs and muscles, hm? *The 5 and Po all die laughing while Abi dies of complete Embarassment* Abi: SH-SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU!!!!!!

[schoolburnout]

Guess so is going to up the first 3 seasons of Sleepy Hollow again? Me! I am! On another note, they did my girl Abby dirty.

[heavenboy09]

10 Years Ago Today

From Fox Television 📺 Presents

The Reimagining Of A Classic Dark Tale From Long Ago

That Is Getting A Remake Of Horror, Set Loose In Present Day America 🇺🇸

This Is A Age Old Story That Has Yet To Be Told

UNTIL NOW....

In 1781,  During The American Revolution War

Ichabod Crane, A British Spy Under The Command Of General George Washington

 works for George Washington as a double agent.

Crane Must behead a Horseman, A Entity Of The Signs Of The End Days

In desperation, Crane kills him with a mutually fatal blow.

Crane next awakens in

2013 SLEEPY HOLLOW

A Small Town Area In Upper State Of New York

with Washington's Bible to guide him.

He meets Sheriff's Lt. Abigail Mills and learns

that THE HORSEMAN HAS ALSO RETURNED.....

Crane learns that He and Abbie are the two Witnesses of Revelation.....

and the Horseman is Death.

Should he regain his severed head, his master, MOLOCH, would be released from PURGATORY  

AND THE END OF DAYS WOULD OCCUR. 

THEY MUST ENDURE THE 7 YEARS OF TRIBULATIONS ACCORDING TO THE BIBLE AS THEY MUST UNSPEAKABLE HORRORS & VANQUISH TERRIFYING EVILS ���� UNLIKE THE WORLD 🌎 HAS NEVER SEEN BEFORE

CAN THEY BRING ABOUT THE END OF ALL EVIL ON EARTH 🌎

OR WILL THEY FAIL AND DOOM HUMANITY TO ETERNAL DAMNATION FOR HELL ON EARTH 🔥 FOR ETERNITY

COME & SEE

FROM 20 CENTURY FOX TELEVISION ENTERTAINMENT PRESENTS 📺

THE DARKEST TALE OF AMERICA'S DARKEST HOUR

IS REBORN

TOM MISON

NICOLE BEHARIE

ORLANDO JONES

& KATIA WINTER

IN

FOX'S

SLEEPY HOLLOW 💀🐎😈

HAPPY 10TH ANNIVERSARY TO FOX'S

SLEEPY HOLLOW 💀🐎😈

THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW BEGINS ONCE AGAIN 💀🐎😈

#SleepyHollow #IchabodCrane #LtAbigailMills #TheApocalypse

[wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee28374728]

Jill Valentine, Claire Redfield, Rebecca Chambers (resident evil)

Laurie Strode (Halloween)

Nancy Thompson (a nightmare on elm street)

Ellen Ripley (alien)

Amanda Young, Lindsey Perez, Allison Kerry (saw)

Clarice Starling (the silence of the lambs)

I could keep going

Name ten female characters you like, you get zapped if it's jsut a male character you call a babygirl or other feminine nicknames because I can't see people calling Lestat coquette again

[flor4de4amor]

thinking about how when aviator!abby gets home from base she asks you to unbraid her hair and play with it

Aviator!abby brainrot

so i got a bit ahead of myself writing for this... n changed the prompt a little to washing avi!abby's hair cause i love her + my love language is acts of service.

just a reminder for everyone reading, these aviator!abby writings are the last of the au as i'm clearing out drafts plz enjoy!

click for palestine | boycott tlou | read b4 engaging w me

warnings: casual nudity, abby's an annoying freak - per the usual.

abby’s hair is a tousled mess. she most likely undid her braid in the privacy of your shared garage, once parked after her long work day. her face is tense and you can see her body is rigid. it’s been a long day for her. she’s pressing your face with wet kisses, slaughtering your face with appreciation in the front doorway. “hi baby,” you mumble into her neck.

“hello,” she whispers back to you. exhaustion is evident in her voice. you know exactly what she needs.

running your fingers through her messy hair she groans, “want me to wash your hair up?” you offer while twirling your fingers around her soft wavy ends, a result of her tight braid.

“mm,” she groans back appreciatively, which you take for a yes. 

“you’re lucky i speak your secret little language of grunts,” you tell her softly. she pinches your backside in retaliation. you groan and laugh all at once. “be nice to me or else i’m not gonna run your bath,” you threaten without meaning. 

“sorry,” she mutters into your neck. her weight is heavy on top of your body as she clings to your flesh. her hands come underneath your sleep shirt, running up and down your spine. her way of apologizing silently. you separate, and abby sprawls out on the couch while you run the bath for her.

she sneaks up on you silently. while you’re bent over, vunerably, sticking your index finger in the running water, checking how hot it is. she snaps her hips into yours while your knees are dug into the bathroom tile. she pretends to fuck you mercilessly, and soft giggles escape her mouth.

you gasp at her actions, “abigail!” you laugh. “here i am rushing to take care of you, and you molest me.” you tease. your neck craning to look back at her.  

her face is red with excitement and a smile prominent on her lips. she shrugs her shoulders, “couldn’t help myself, your ass is so cute,” her hand reaches down to pinch your left cheek, as your underwear peeks out from underneath your sleep shirt.  you jump upright, laughing at her actions. 

“you’re agitating me,” you sigh though your smile is peering through your lips. you turn around to face her, a playful glare rest on your face. all a facade, it’s near impossible to stay mad with abby.

“sorry,” she mutters again, her hands touching the back of your neck. her thumb rubbing slow circles on the base of your skull with care. you know she’s not really sorry.

“all these sorry, sorry, sorries, full of shit.” you sigh as her warm hands comfort your neck. “just take your clothes off and get in the bath babe,” you command gently.

“kinky,” she mutters with a sly smile.

“abigail,” you roll your eyes at her, taking your time to unbutton her uniform top, as she stalls. her hands reach to undo her khakis, the checkered print of her boy shorts poking through the undone zipper. 

“mrs. anderson,” she replies with that stupid voice of hers. she’s down to her sports bra, which she quickly discards, and her boy shorts, which she’s more than happy to rip off. her toned body on display alongside her messy hair, you can’t help but take a minute to admire her and her confidence.

“into the bath please,” you command of her once more. she slides in, with ease.

“you’re so bossy today.” you smile and scoff. her legs soak in the water and her lean back is pressed against the cold ceramic of the tub, facing you. her blonde waves covering her shoulder blades.

“you complain too much, remember who’s gonna take care of you when you get old.” you remark, and grab the shower cup from the edge of the tub. 

“can’t help myself babe,” she muses with her eyes closed in relaxation.

 you fill the cup up with the running faucet water, “pass me the shampoo abby,” you tell her while sitting the cup next to you. you sit on top of a step stool, matching your squatting heigh to abby’s sitting height, which still carries a few inches over you. she opens her eyes and hands you the mint scented shampoo. you crack open the plastic container, squirt some into your hands, and place the soap unto your wife’s scalp. she sighs at the cooling sensation, but moans in satisfaction once you begin scrubbing her scalp. your nails scratching away any impurities that lay on her pretty little head, suds building on top of her blonde hair. you rinse the soap out with the plastic cup besides you, brushing her long locks when finished. “pass me the conditioner now, yeah?”

she obliges, passing the container. “thank you, love.” she turns head around, kissing you softly.

“well someone’s gotta take care of you yeah?” you smile against her lips.

“and i’m glad it’s you,” she kisses you once more.

you lather the conditioner in her long hair, sloppily braiding it so it gets out of her way. “rise off, yeah?” you urge her, knowing that she likes to shower without help.

you groan getting up from the stool, watching as she lifts the lever, turning the shower on, wincing slightly as the hot water hits her chest. you sit on the lidded toilet, observing while she scrubs herself with pine soap. she always smells like a christmas tree. she nods at you once finished, “come rinse my hair out please?” she practically begs. 

“you’re just a spoiled little princess,” you smile at her freckled face and blue eyes. but you oblige, getting up anyway. 

“you’ve made me this way,” abby replies and sits back down once more. you scoff and use the cup to wash the conditioner off her hair. brushing out the soft lather with your fingers delicately. once you’ve finished up, your wife steps out the shower, and you wrap a towel around her. water dripping from her hairline to her forehead. “you gonna braid my hair for work tomorrow?” abby asks, throwing in some puppy dog eyes. 

you sigh, “i can’t say no when you ask like that.”

abby pumps her fist in victory, “love you so much baby.” she kisses your cheeks relentlessly. 

“shut up anderson, you’re getting me all wet,” she almost cuts you off to make a dirty joke before you click your tongue at her, silencing her quickly. “go get dressed so i can pamper you some more.”

“sure thing baby.” she paddles out the bathroom and rushes into your bedroom, eager for more of your caring touch.

[peeweekey]

sweet like

word count: 1.5 k

synopsis: love confessions are not easy, having nosy neighbours isn’t either—but loving sam is different, it’s as easy as breathing.

a/n: samson my beloved, youre allergic to pollen but accepted my bouquet anyway. 😔❤️

edit: sweet like is now on ao3! here

today’s the day, you’re really going to do it. no ifs or buts.

you swear you will, but damn if it isn’t messing with your head. it’s definitely the nervousness or heat stroke symptoms causing the overly-conscious way you regard all other shoppers in pierre’s general store. you feel the uneven, erratic thrum of your pulse underneath your skin.

your hands are cold and clammy and disgustingly sweaty as a bright bouquet of tulips, poppies, sweet peas and fairy roses is unceremoniously slid across the store counter and bundled into your arms. the smell is dizzyingly perfumed. pierre doesn’t bat an eye though the knowing glint just tells you that he knows.

you and sam have been friends for as long as you started living in the valley. he’s a literal ball of sunshine compacted into a 5’10 body, and he’s sweet—maybe at times a little sloppy and forgetful but those quirks make him all the more lovable—to you.

and you admit yes, you did have a crush on him—and after watching his band’s performance in zuzu city, it got even worse. suddenly the ignition jump started the thrum of your heart—beating at race car speeds at the mere mention of his name. restless and anxious

so, here you are, buying a bouquet (one you could surely make yourself, but according to abigail buying this exact one is town tradition) at 10 am in the morning, in front of all your nosy neighbours.

you clutch the flowers tighter to your chest as caroline cranes her neck to take a peek. slowing down as she restocks the shelves. shameless, these people are sharks to blood when it comes to gossip.

you shoot her a wary glare, lips pursed together. pushing open the door to the shop, the little entrance bell rings with your exit.

after your realization, you see the world through rose-tinted glasses, the skies seem brighter and clearer, with soft fluffy clouds suspended in them. the breeze is soft and refreshing, while the sun is a comforting warmth at your back.

not even a few steps past the stardrop saloon do you feel any different.

adrenaline pumps through your veins as you see a flash of familiar spiked-up golden hair in your periphery. you feel your breath stutter as you reflexively stuff the delicate bouquet in your pack and snap it shut.

you turn your back, clutching a hand to your chest—you feel your heart racing underneath your fingertips as well as the heat rising up your skin. it’s fine, you reason, you’ll play it off as sunburn.

you slap at your cheeks, encouragingly.

the aforementioned man, skates towards you, calling your attention. turning, you nod your head in greeting, offering him a less than wobbly smile.

you wait until the skateboard skids to a stop, sam stops a few feet from you. his breaths slightly labored from the effort, he’s still as bright and cheery as ever

“sam,” you cringe as your voice cracks into an awkward pitch. he perks up at the mention of his name, giving you an enthusiastic wave. you swallow the lump forming in your throat.

“hey farmer,” he smiles, sam sets one of his feet down from on his skateboard. “it’s really bright out today. what’cha up to?”

“i was looking for you, actually.”

“and i’m here!” he replies before sheepishly adding. “that’s a coincidence. i was going to go visit you—well, before i forgot.”

“really,” your stomach traitorously flutters. “what for?”

“to give you something,” he says breezily, sam digs around in his pant pockets, seemingly looking for something. “i swear i have the thingy in here somewhere..”

you watch as he fumbles around looking for the thingy. Your mind drifts to the scrunched up bouquet sitting in your pack. you hadn’t expected running into him so soon—

maybe, you think. you aren’t as ready as you think.

“ahh, here it is!”

sam fishes out a rectangular shaped object from his back pocket, its slim and clear. you tilt your head in curiosity and he smiles wider.

“a cassette of the band’s song,” he tells you, grabbing your limp hand to stuff it into your palm. “listen to it! you have a cassette player on your farm, right?”

the momental brush of his hand against yours has you stumbling over your mess of thoughts and feelings. it is a little pathetic, to be acting like a lovesick teenager again—you groan to yourself. “yeah, i do.”

the cassette is light in your palm, the hard plastic case is covered in sharpied lightning bolts and smiley faces—along with the careful engraving of your name. the hand drawn designs are wonky and childlike (you suspect he asked vincent to draw them), but it’s yours.

he made this for you.

you feel the giddy warmth spread all throughout your body—concentrated in your chest and stomach which twists with some emotion you’re too confused to name.

“i couldn’t find you after the performance,” he confesses. you peek up from the cassette at his face—his cheeks are bright pink with bashfulness. “it was too crowded, i wanted to give you the first sample recording.”

standing on willow street in front of his family house with the sun beating down on you, sweat dripping down your temple, flowers haphazardly stuffed into your backpack. you’re literally buzzing with energy—the warmth, inside and out, is making your head spin.

you feel your mouth moving before you can even register what you’re saying, feverish words tumble out.

voice a tad strangled, you rasp. “sam.”

he looks down at his skateboard, his attention; short and slipping away. “yeah?”

“be my boyfriend.”

“sure!” he pauses, processing what you said, his eyes whip back up to stare into yours—wide and so, so blue. “waaait.. wuuh—”

“i was—uh, do you want to know why i wanted to visit you today?” you ramble on, tracing the cassette case edges with sweaty fingers. the beat of your heart is a resounding thumping sound in your eardrums. “actually, this is not how i planned things, but got nervous, you make me nervous.”

you shrug off your backpack, the heavy weight of it that once was grounding you groaned as it hit the ground. you open the flap and produce the now crumpled flowers—stems bent and broken, petals missing but the smell is still overwhelmingly sweet. you hold out the bouquet to him with shaky fingers, the cassette held in your other hand clasped behind your back.

“—i wanted to make this a little more special…” you sigh nervously, eyes squeezed shut while your bottom lip is chewed between worrying teeth. “it’s all crumpled, sorry…”

“i think this is plenty special already.”

you feel as he moves closer, plucking the flowers out of your hands. now, there’s barely any space between the both of you. your eyes snap open, mouth slightly gaping as he takes a long sniff full of flowers.

your heart sings for joy as he does—but the concerningly wet sneeze he lets out makes you furrow your brow in realization.

he’s goddamn allergic.

your eyes widen, reaching for the flowers. “sam, you’re allergic to pollen!”

your fingers barely brush the stems when he pull the flowers away from you. sam laughs, bright and pure—one that sounds like it came deep from his gut. you flush deeper in embarrassment, and a little in confusion.

“so? you gave me these. i like them!”

“i can’t believe it slipped my mind,” you cringe. “don’t keep them! the stems are all twisted and broken anyway.”

he sneezes again, shaking his head petulantly, his nose pinkened with irritation, a small sound of mortification exits your mouth. how can you be so forgetful?

digging through your backpack, you grab the small pack of tissues you usually use to dab off sweat easily. you take one out of the pack and stretch it out towards him.

instead of your offered tissue, sam grabs you by the wrist, tugging you to him. you follow with not much of a fight, a confusing mixture of nervous and giddy energy you’ve become. he holds you still against him, his arms coming behind you to wrap the both of you together tightly.

you go limp against him, head buried his shoulder. you think, you fit together perfectly.

“by the way, i like you too.” he murmurs into your hair. “a lot more than you think i do.”

“even if i forgot you were allergic to flowers?”

he snorts, leaving a chaste peck on your forehead, you feel your cheeks flush. “especially because you forgot, it was kinda funny.”

your head shoots up, nearly bumping his chin. “sam!”

he laughs and you can’t help but smile in return. your gaze returns to the sky, and suddenly you can’t quite recall what you were so worried about. really, life in stardew valley has never been so bright.

(and if you see some of your neighbors watching at the corner of your eye, you shut your eyes to ignore them.)

[rosetintednightmares]

Actively ignoring his mischief

[notbecauseofvictories]

The full list is quite long, so I didn't want to clutter up the last post with it---still, it is impressive to see them all laid out together. So without further ado!

THE 50 MOVIES AND 50ISH BOOKS I WATCHED/READ IN 2024

MOVIES

The Count of Monte Cristo (2024) Emilia Pérez (2024) Wicked (2024) American Psycho (2000) Heavy Trip (2018) La Planète sauvage / Fantastic Planet (1973) The Slipper and the Rose (1973) Bottoms (2023) I Saw the TV Glow (2024) *We’re All Going to the World’s Fair (2021) Oddity (2024) Maxxxine (2024) *The Substance (2024) *The Wicker Man (1973) Housebound (2014) Problemista (2023) Showing Up (2023) *Arsenic and Old Lace (1944) It Comes at Night (2017) The Boy and the Heron (2023) Abigail (2024) Seven Samurai (1954) The Iron Claw (2023) Talk to Me (2023) Bodies Bodies Bodies (2023) Rashomon (1950) *M (1931) Lord of Misrule (2023) The Tale of Princess Kaguya (2013) *Crimes of the Future (2022) Sanctuary (2022) After Yang (2022) **The Florida Project (2017) Pig (2021) The Favourite (2018) Poor Things (2023) Infinity Pool (2023) The Feast (2021) Office Space (1999) *Corsage (2022) Robots (2023) The Deer King (2021) Madame de… (1953) Orphée (1950) Master Gardener (2022) *Something in the Dirt (2022) Black Orpheus (1959) Priscilla (2023) How to Blow Up a Pipeline (2022) *The Lure (2015) To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar (1995)

BOOKS

The Shambling Guide to New York City, Ghost Train to New Orleans, Mur Lafferty What Feasts At Night, T. Kingfisher *Bad Girls, Camila Sosa Villada Don't Fear the Reaper, Stephen Graham Jones *Vintner's Luck, Elizabeth Knox The Barrow Will Send What it May, Margaret Killjoy You Know How the Story Goes, Thomas Olde Heuvelt Bloodchild, Wild Seed, Octavia E. Butler The Angel of Indian Lake, Stephen Graham Jones The Default World, Naomi Kanakia Fantasyland, Mike Bockoven Something is Killing the Children, issues 1-15 The Night Eaters Book 1, Book 2, Marjorie Liu This Wretched Valley, Jenny Kiefer These Deathless Bones, Cassandra Khaw *Dead Inside, Chandler Morrison Mental Diplopia, Julianna Baggott A Human Stain, Kelly Robson The Shape of My Name, Nino Cipri Daughter of Necessity, Marie Brennan The Mist, Stephen King A Skinful of Shadows, Frances Hardinge The Chalk Man, C. J. Tudor *The Rehearsal, Eleanor Catton Come Closer, Sara Gran The Underwater Welder, Jeff Lemire Blink, Christopher Sebela Pulling the Wings Off Angels, KJ Parker Thirteen Ways to Kill Lulabelle Rock, Maud Woolf An Elderly Lady Is Up to No Good, Helene Tursten Thornhedge, T. Kingfisher HEX, Thomas Olde Heuvelt Midnight Rooms, Donyae Coles Aglaeca, Mohnfisch Dr. Limos Plays God, Stevie Barot Home by the Rotting Sea, Otava Heikkila Last Crane, Narsid Sacred Bodies, Ver No Trouble at All, Various Authors (short story collection) *Wylding Hall, Elizabeth Hand Glass House, Paul Jessup Agony's Lodestone, Laura Keating * Big Swiss, Jen Beagin House of Rot, Danger Slater Dreadful, Rebecca Rozakis *Diavola, Jennifer Thorne Lute, Jennifer Thorne Regrettably, I Am About To Cause Trouble, Amie McNee The Rules Upheld by No One, Amie McNee The Sacrifice, Rin Chupeco The Bog Wife, Kay Chronister The Unmothers, Leslie J. Anderson *The Eyes Are the Best Part, Monika Kim Paying for It, Chester Brown Snow, Ronald Malfi Midnight on Beacon Street, Emily Ruth Verona Haunt Sweet Home, Sarah Pinsker The Doll-Master, Joyce Carol Oates The Third Person, Emma Grove The Werewolf at Dusk, David Small It's Lonely At The Centre Of The Earth, Zoe Thorogood Mom's Cancer, Brian Fies Mary Astor's Purple Diary, Edward Sorel Impossible People, Julia Wertz Roaming, Jillian Tamaki