#Didn't really care about the show anymore

[bunney0-atthedisco]

This validates for me as to why DOAB is the one that got the GRAMMY (even while nominated against artists I didn't think he could surpass to be honest - but it just goes to show hey!... how could have doubted him

Best album AND best rock song that year. I remember watching him get honoured by Billboard aswell in Vegas that year and he was given a key the the city .... the key to VEGAS haha,

super cool!

and omg he was

super dooper cute.... you know when he's real nervous and he stands kinda stiff. It was adorable. But he deserved every unbelievably awesome word that was read out about him. I only wish more people were audience to it (as I don't think it was broadcast

Whatever. Anyway.

Brendon = wins all in my world.

I think most people (if they could get out of their own ego's way) would have to admit that we shouldn't ever really completely count Brendon out ..:no matter what!!

Especially because it's obvious he'll always even work harder if his reason for something is to prove them wrong.

IMO anyway.

...and I don't care about yours anymore unless it's pro-Urie. 😝

panic! at the disco members color-picked from the albums i most associate with them

[mofongomuncher]

𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 [!𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏¡]

(Ekko X Reader)

❥ cast : ! Ekko and Reader ¡

Ekko stood at the far end of his room, his back to you, arms resting on the edge of his table. He was awfully quiet, his chest rising and falling with unspoken thoughts.

You watched him from a far, leaning against the doorway. His shoulders were tense, muscles coiled as if he were carrying more than he'd ever admit. But that was Ekko, wasn't it?

"You're brooding again..." you said, your voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

He turned his head slightly, a small smirk tugged at his lips. "And you're lurking again..Guess we're both predictable."

You stepped into the room, your boots scuffing softly against the floor. The air between you two felt electric, like it always did—charged with tension that neither of you could name, let alone tame.

"Still working on that time device?" you asked, gesturing to the intricate gears and wires scattered across the bench.

He turned fully to face you, leaning back against the table. His eyes—sharp, brown, trailed over you for a moment longer than necessary. "Nah.." he said, his voice low, steady. "That's on pause for today. Had other things on my mind."

You raised an eyebrow. "Hm, Like what?"

His smirk deepened, but it wasn't playful this time. "You. Of course.."

The single word hung in the air, heavy and deliberate. It sent a rush through you, but you didn't flinch. You never did—not in front of Ekko.

Instead, you took another step closer.

"Huh, I don't remember giving you permission to think about me?" you teased, crossing your arms.

Ekko tilted his head, his expression softening. "I didn't think I needed permission"

Your breath hitched, but you masked it with a quiet laugh. "Is that so?"

"Yeah," he said, pushing off the table and closing the distance between you in two slow, deliberate steps. "And you know what? I think you like it don't you!The way you show up, act like you're just here to check on me...But it's more than that, isn't it?"

His words were careful, measured. You felt the heat rise in your chest, spreading through your body like wildfire. He was too close now, the earthy scent of his was now filling your senses.

"You've got a big ego for someone who spends most of his time hiding in here." you shot back.

He chuckled, the sound low and rough. "Yeah maybe...But I'm not wrong, am I?"

Your silence was answered enough, and he knew it. His hand came up, his rough fingers brushing lightly against your jaw. The touch was barely there, but it sent a shiver down your spine. You didn't pull away.

You couldn't.

"You make it hard to stay focused, you know that right? " he murmured, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Every time you walk in, it's like... nothing else even matters anymore."

The weight of his confession settled over you, heavy and intoxicating. You searched his face, looking for any hint of deception, but there was none.

Ekko never played games—not like this.

"You really are trouble aren't you Ekko.." you said softly, the words more for yourself than him.

He smiled, a real one this time, warm and genuine. "So are you huh.."

His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer until there was nothing but the sound of your breaths mingling, the heat of his body against yours. When his lips finally met yours, it wasn't gentle. It was raw, a clash of need and want and months of unspoken tension.

You melted into him, your hands finding their way to his chest, his arms, gripping the fabric of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. He deepened the kiss, his other hand finding your waist, pulling you even closer.

When you two finally broke apart, gasping for air, his eyes focused on yours, his breath warm against your skin.

"Tell me you don't feel it Y/N.." he whispered, his voice almost desperate.

You swallowed hard, your hands still pressed against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palms.

"I can't" you admitted, your voice barely audible.

His grip on you tightened, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your knees weak. "Then don't push me away."

"I'm not," you said, shaking your head. "But I'm hoping you can handle all of this."

He smiled at your comment, that same reckless, confident grin that made your heart race.

Before you could say anything about his silence, his hands slid lower, gripping your waist. His eyes searched yours, waiting for the moment you might pull away. But you didn't. You leaned into him instead, giving him silent permission to keep going.

"I feel like you're testing me now.." he murmured, his voice low and rough as his lips brushed the shell of your ear. "Like you want to see just how far I'll go."

Your breath hitched as his hands tightened, pulling you flush against him. You felt the tension radiating off his body, the restraint he was barely holding onto. You could feel it too—an ache building in the pit of your stomach, something you'd ignored for too long.

"how far will you go, Ekko?" you whispered.

He exhaled a soft laugh, the sound laced with both amusement and desire. "Far enough to make you forget how much you like to act all tough." he said, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "You talk all big, but you and I both know you've been waiting for this."

You didn't answer—not with words. Instead, you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down to you, crashing your lips against his. He groaned against your mouth, the sound deep and primal as his hands roamed your body, exploring every curve like he'd been imagining this for months.

The kiss grew heated, messy. He guided you back until your hips hit the edge of the workbench, and in one swift motion, he lifted you onto it. His hands moved to your thighs, spreading them apart as he stepped between them, pressing himself against you in a way that made your head spin.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he said against your lips, his voice rough with restraint as his fingers brushed the bare skin of your legs.

"Good.." you whispered, your nails digging into his shoulders as you pulled him closer. "Now you know how I feel."

He chuckled, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a path of open-mouthed kisses that made your breath hitch. His teeth grazed your skin, just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

His hands moved with purpose, gripping your thighs and pulling you further into him. The heat between you was so overwhelming, as his lips returned to yours—capturing you in a kiss. You were his now, and he was going to make sure you knew it.

With a low growl, Ekko pulled away just long enough to guide you back, his hands never leaving your body as he laid you gently on his bed. The room felt smaller, the air thick with tension, every heartbeat quickening. His eyes never left yours as he hovered above you. His hands brushed the strand of hair from your face, his lips grazing your cheek before pressing a soft kiss.

"And I thought you were all talk.." he muttered, his voice rough, but a faint smirk played on his lips. "Guess I was wrong, hm."

You raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile curling on your lips. "You think I'm just talk?" you whispered, your fingers trailing down his chest, moving deliberately slow. "Maybe, I'm just making you work for it."

You watched as his confidence didn't sway, but there was something in his eyes—something more—that told you this game wasn't as easy for him as he was letting on. Smirking, you slid your hands down his chest to his waist, and with a deliberate movement, you pushed him back onto the bed. He didn't resist, and as he fell back, you crawled over him, straddling him with a mischievous grin.

"Wow, would you look at that?" you teased, your fingers lightly brushing over his chest as you leaned down, your lips hovering just above his. "Who's all tough now, hm?"

His breath hitched slightly, but his gaze remained focused. "You really think laying me down means you've got control here?" he asked, his voice smooth, but there was an edge to it that let you know he wasn't entirely sure about where this was going.

"Mmm, Maybe." you purred, leaning in just enough to brush your lips against his.

You lowered yourself, your lips trailing down his neck as you ground your hips against him, teasing him just enough to make his restraint snap. His hands gripped the sheets beneath him, and you could feel the tension building again, both of you barely keeping control.

"What are you trying to do here doll.." he muttered, but you could hear the hint of amusement in his voice.

You pulled away, hovering over him with a wicked grin. "Mmmm" you hummed, your voice soft but full of challenge "I'm just trying to see how you'll react to me.."

The words hung in the space between you, charged and deliberate, and you watched as his throat tried working to swallow whatever response he thought might be appropriate. But there wasn't one.

Not now.

Not when you could see the flicker of tension in his eyes, the way they darted from your lips to yours, searching for permission, for confirmation, for something—anything. But you weren't giving him answers.

You were giving him a challenge.

His hands finally moved, as they found their place on your hips, his touch firm. You felt the heat of his palms through the thin fabric of your clothes, and it sent a shiver racing up your spine. Still, you didn't move. Not yet. You wanted him to squirm a little longer, to feel the weight of your patience pressing down on him, reminding him just how much control you had in this moment.

When you finally leaned in, it wasn't sudden or rushed. It was deliberate, calculated, your lips brushing against his in a slow, teasing kiss that left him gasping for more. His grip tightened on your hips, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you, no room for hesitation. He kissed you back with a desperation that surprised even himself, his mouth moving greedily against yours as if he couldn't get enough.

It was exactly what you wanted.

You pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss just long enough to catch your breath, and grinned down at him. "Wow, took you long enough." you murmured, your voice thick with satisfaction.

He let out a shaky laugh, his hands sliding up your sides until they reached the hem of your shirt. "You really are something else, you know that?" he said, his tone equal parts exasperation and awe.

"And yet..." you trailed off, arching an eyebrow as you shifted your weight, grinding against him just enough to make him groan.

"You can't seem to resist me hm?."

That did it. His hands were under your shirt in an instant, pushing the fabric up and over your head in one swift motion. The cool air hit your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze, taking in every inch of exposed flesh. You didn't give him time to linger, though. Leaning down, you captured his lips again, your tongue sliding against his in a way that left no doubt about what you wanted—what you needed.

His hands were everywhere all at once, exploring your body with a hunger that matched your own. You could feel his cock pressing against you, hard and insistent, and it only fueled the fire burning in your veins. Shifting your hips, you grind against him again, earning another desperate moan that vibrated against your lips.

Breaking the kiss, you sat back just enough to take in the sight of his boner beneath you—his cheeks flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes dark with need. "You look so good like this Ekko" you said, trailing a finger down the center of his chest.

"Helpless. And Desperate."

He chuckled weakly, shaking his head.

"You're enjoying this way too much."

"Oh, I so am" you agreed without hesitation, your grin widening as you leaned down to nip at his neck.

"Don't act like you aren't too."

His breath hitched as your teeth grazed his skin, his hands tightening on your waist. "I am..." he managed, his voice strangled.

You smirked against his neck, kissing the spot you'd just bitten before sitting up again. Your hands went to the button of his jeans, and you made quick work of it, tugging them down his legs along with his boxers. He hissed as the cool air hit his sensitive skin, but the sound turned into a groan when your hand wrapped around his thick cock, stroking him slowly, teasingly.

"F-Fuck.." he muttered, his hips jerking up into your touch.

"Patience Ekko.." you scolded, squeezing lightly just to watch him squirm.

He groaned again, but he didn't argue. Instead, his hands found their way to your thighs, gripping them tightly as if he needed something to anchor him. You took your time, exploring every inch of him with your hands, your lips, your tongue, until he was trembling beneath you, his body taut with restraint.

Finally, when you couldn't take the anticipation any longer, you lifted yourself up, removing your pants, tossing it across the room—and positioning yourself over him. His eyes locked onto yours, filled with a mixture of longing and disbelief, and you smiled softly. "Ready?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded wordlessly, his hands moving to your hips to guide you. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, feeling every inch of him stretch and fill you. It was so overwhelming, the sensation so intense that it nearly stole your breath away. By the time you were fully seated, your thighs pressed against his, you were both panting.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You simply stayed there, enjoying in the connection, the closeness, the way he seemed to fit perfectly inside you. Then, with a soft exhale, you began to move.

It started slow, a gentle rocking of your hips that drew a low moan from him, his fingers digging into your skin. But it didn't stay slow for long. The pace quickened, your movements becoming more urgent, more desperate, as the pleasure built within you. His hips met yours with every thrust, driving him deeper, harder—until the room was filled with the sounds of your mingled gasps and moans.

You could feel it building, that coil of heat tightening in your belly, threatening to snap with every movement. Overwhelmed by the sensation, you dropped your forehead to his, your breath coming in short, ragged pants. "Don't stop baby" you pleaded, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heartbeat.

His hands gripped you tighter as he drove into you with renewed fervor

His hands roamed over your body, tracing the curve of your spine, gripping your hips, sliding up to cup your breasts. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through you, and you arched into his touch, a moan escaping your lips.

"Look at you.." he murmured, his voice rough. His words sent a flush of heat through you, and you increased your pace, your hips rocking faster, harder, chasing that delicious tension building low in your belly. His hands moved to your hips, guiding you, helping you find that perfect rhythm that had both of you gasping for air.

The room was filled with the sounds of your breathing, the slap of skin against skin, the low, guttural noises neither of you could hold back. His eyes never left yours, the connection between you as intense as the physical pleasure coursing through your bodies. You could feel yourself tightening around him, the coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.

"Fu—fuck d-don't stop..." you gasped, your nails digging into his chest as you rode him harder, faster, chasing that sweet oblivion. He obliged, his thrusts meeting yours, each one driving you closer to the edge. And then, with a cry, you shattered—cumming all over his warm dick, your body convulsing around him. He followed seconds later, his own release triggering another spike of ecstasy that left you both trembling, clinging to each other as the aftershocks rippled through your bodies.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. You simply stayed there, breathing in sync, basking in the glow of what you'd just shared. Then, with a soft laugh, you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, slow and tender.

"Let's go again." you hummed, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heartbeat.

"....Guess you can't get enough of me, huh?" he murmured, voice low as he tried to catch his breath, yet the tension in his tone made it clear he was just as eager as you.

Jeezussssss

Check out my Ekko one shots on Wattpad for more stories!! :3

[aventurineswife]

Hihihihihi! May I request reader x Dan Heng? Growing up, reader has always been a "Friend to all is a friend to none" type of person. They technically have a lot of friends, but none of them are close to reader as they have more closer friends, and it's just always been like that. Reader has gotten used to it and just thinks that maybe they're the type of person that no one wants.

Cut to reader and Dan Heng having a relationship and in one moment where they were just hanging out, reader suddenly sheds tears because they just can not fathom the thought that someone would actually dedicate themselves, pour all their heart and soul to a relationship with reader, and just reader. Reader still couldn't believe all the love they're getting from Dan Heng and just cries.

This is just totally self-indulgent, thank you!!!!

Never Meant to Be Forgotten

Summary: You struggle with feelings of unworthiness, believing that you're the type of person who will never experience deep, lasting love. However, when you're in a relationship with Dan Heng, you begin to question everything you've believed about yourself. After a quiet moment together, you're overcome with emotion and burst into tears, unable to fathom the love Dan Heng offers you. Dan Heng reassures you with unwavering support and affection, helping you realize that you are deserving of love and that he will always be there for you.

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Angst, Comfort, Emotional Overload, Slow Burn, Romance, Fluff, Self-Doubt, Love Confession.

Warnings: Minor Angst, Tearjerking, Mild Emotional Themes, Self-Worth Struggles.

A/N: I'm so sorry if you're going through something like this 😕, I wish I could help somehow but I hope this fic cheers you up, only if it's a little! Remember, you're not alone and are always loved! 🫂💖

The Astral Express hummed quietly in the background as you and Dan Heng sat near the observation deck, overlooking the vast, starry expanse of space. The air was calm, and the stars glittered like tiny fragments of light scattered across the infinite darkness. It was moments like these that felt like the world was at peace.

Dan Heng, as usual, was quiet. He often preferred the silence, the serenity, to the noise of social interaction. You admired his ability to sit in stillness without feeling the need to fill the air with words. It was something you wished you could do, something that had always felt just out of reach for you.

Growing up, you'd been the kind of person who had many acquaintances but no one who truly understood you. You were always the "friend to all, friend to none" type, moving through groups without ever forming the deeper, meaningful connections others seemed to build so effortlessly. People liked you, sure, but no one ever stayed. You had convinced yourself that maybe that was just the way it was—that you weren't meant for those kinds of connections, that perhaps, in the grand scheme of things, no one really wanted to get too close.

But with Dan Heng, things felt different. At first, you had kept your distance, wary of letting someone get too close to your heart. He, too, had his own walls, and you both seemed to dance around each other in cautious curiosity. Slowly, though, something deeper began to form. The walls that both of you had carefully built up began to erode, bit by bit. He had started showing you sides of himself, not the stoic, distant façade that most people saw, but the subtle warmth that lay beneath.

And you? You had opened up to him in ways that felt... natural. It felt like you didn't have to hide your feelings anymore, like he saw you—not just as another person in his life, but as someone he genuinely cared about.

But even now, despite all the time that had passed, you couldn't quite wrap your mind around the love he gave you. How could he, a man who carried so much weight on his shoulders, want to devote himself to someone like you?

You were lost in thought, staring out at the stars when you felt a soft touch on your shoulder. Dan Heng’s voice broke through the silence, calm and steady, as usual.

"Are you alright?"

You swallowed hard, forcing a smile onto your face, but it faltered almost immediately. Dan Heng’s gaze softened, his eyes searching yours, as if he could see right through the mask you tried so hard to wear. You had always been good at hiding your emotions, but with him, it was different. His presence, his care, it made everything feel so real.

And in that moment, it hit you—he actually loved you. Not just the version of you that you showed to the world, not the facade you had put up all these years. He loved you—you, the person you had convinced yourself was never meant to be loved. The one who was never worthy of that kind of devotion.

Tears welled up in your eyes before you could stop them, and before you knew it, they were streaming down your face. The sudden rush of emotion overwhelmed you, and you found yourself unable to hold back the sobs.

Dan Heng didn’t say a word. Instead, he immediately pulled you closer, his arms enveloping you in the quietest, most reassuring embrace. The action spoke louder than any words could. His touch was gentle, as if he knew how fragile you felt in that moment, as if he understood the storm raging inside of you.

“You don’t have to explain,” he whispered, his voice soothing, a soft rumble against your ear. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

The sincerity in his words broke something inside you, and you cried even harder, your heart aching with a mix of joy and disbelief. You had never felt so seen, so cherished.

“I don’t... I don’t deserve this,” you whispered through your tears, shaking your head as if to convince yourself of the words. “I’ve never had anyone care about me this much. Not like this... Not just for me.”

Dan Heng’s fingers gently cupped your chin, lifting your face so that your eyes met his. His gaze was unwavering, his expression soft yet firm.

“You deserve every ounce of it,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing away the last of your tears. “You’ve always deserved to be loved. And I—” He paused, his voice dipping with the weight of something unspoken, something deep. “I will always choose you, no matter what.”

You stared at him, your chest tightening as you tried to process the truth in his words. It was as if a veil had been lifted, and for the first time in your life, you understood what it meant to be truly, unconditionally loved.

The thought was overwhelming, humbling, and for the first time in years, you allowed yourself to believe it.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Dan Heng didn’t need to respond with grand gestures or flowery words. He simply kissed your forehead, his arms tightening around you in a silent promise that this, the love between you, was real and unbreakable.

And for once, you believed it, too.

[blitzwhore]

Do you think that the fact Stolas didn't took his pills for weeks contribuited to cause his "what a fucking idiot I am" breakdown and to give him the strenght to beat Andrealphus?

I definitely think so, yeah! Not that you can't have that kind of breakdown while being medicated—you definitely can—but Stolas has never expressed his emotions like this before, not even as his previous lowest points in the show, not even while drunk. The whole hitting his face against the desk, insulting himself out loud, and becoming violent is very unlike the Stolas we know, the Stolas who goes quiet and retreats and cries silently and sings his sorrows away. And I do think the pills have everything to do with that, considering how much importance they're given throughout the episode.

After all, they get brought up over and over again. First, when Stolas keeps trying to reach out for them every morning as his mental health slowly worsens (his energy levels depleting, his expression growing more and more vacant and tired, until all he can do is just collapse on the couch on Sinsmas morning). And then when Via finds them, reflects upon what they must mean, goes out of her way to bring them to Stolas, and then asks if it was her fault that he needed them. We even get a close-up shot of them in Stolas' hands as he cries.

We, the audience, are consistently shown just how vital Stolas' medication is, and just how much being off it affects him. So yes, I do believe his breakdown at the office is just a culmination of weeks of trying to exist in a new body, in a new environment, and away from his daughter without them. The call about the extended warranty is the final straw, and he just snaps and goes full self-deprecating and self-destructing. (The fact he goes back to the palace knowing he's defenceless against Andrealphus is also a sign that he's not thinking clearly about his life anymore, not caring if he lives or dies—another symptom of depression).

I really love how this episode didn't shy away from just how messy depression can be!

[abitchyturtle]

How does something you don't even care about wind up living so rent-free in your head, Lily? You couldn't keep Steven Universe out of your mouth for years and made several videos on it, despite trying to claim that you didn't want to talk about it anymore.

Oh wait, I know. Because the show was popular at the time, and smearing it and attempting to defame Rebecca Sugar would get you a lot of views.

Yeah. That's it.

You literally started pretty much an entire all out internet war against Steven Universe and Sugar ( And don't tell me she wasn't responsible for it. She would sit there actively encouraging it and interacting with people complaining about Sugar. She knew what she was doing. ), you knew it, and you literally didn't even give care because you could sit there on your throne while people brought up your awful two hour long video full of misinformation and insanity.

It's the one video that turned me away from your content, despite the fact that everyone else seemed to be on board with it. I told myself that, amongst the other things that were wrong with this video, the overarching problem is that you clearly didn't watch it.

I was right.

That intro she used to use for her videos of Peter from Family Guy going ' Give me money' was not really a joke. That's how she views her fans and her audience.

It's sad, and it's honestly even sadder that people take her opinion so seriously when this is how she views the material she 'reviews'.

Lily just admitted that she never watched Steven Universe, she only covered it because it was on while she was covering MLP.

[bapeach]

Not an early bird

A bit of a shorter story, hope you guys don't mind! Again, sorry for any mistakes. Let me know what you guys think :p

Pairing(s): Azzi Fudd x female!reader Word count: 1.3k+ Summary: You were not a morning person, unlike your girlfriend, but you suppose mornings aren't so bad when you get to wake up to the love of your life. ------------

If there's one thing people knew about you, it's that you were not a morning person. Your team could attest to that, especially Paige. The blonde still couldn't stop talking about the time you almost gave her a black eye when she tried waking you up to get to the bus on time (it's not your fault, really. Who the hell thinks it's a good idea to wake someone up by jumping on their bed and screaming in their face?). You also know KK wouldn’t dare to wake you up to play games anymore, not after you locked her out of her dorm as a punishment (you still don't know why you had the key to her dorm and she didn't, but you found it best to not question these types of things).

So no, you were not an early bird. Not unless you counted staying up till the crack of dawn playing video games or binge-watching shows. Your girlfriend, Azzi, had tried many times to make you an early riser, though always being unsuccessful. She’d also tried to get you to wake up early once to watch the sunrise with her. You ended up agreeing, seeing as you couldn’t really say no to her, but that resulted in you falling asleep against her not even 2 minutes after getting to the lookout spot. After that she stopped trying, choosing to tease you about your sleeping habits instead.

Currently you were having an amazing dream. You were out on the beach with Azzi, hearing the waves gently crash on the shore. She was wearing her black bikini with a pair of your sunglasses. The ocean was the most beautiful blue, with the shore being a gorgeous white sand. None of that mattered, though. You only had eyes for Azzi. The way her skin shone in the sun, looking softer than ever. The small smile she had on her lips as she leaned back, trying to soak in all the sunbeams. Listening to her mumble about how you two should go out for dinner later, you could barely pay attention. You could only think about how her velvety, calming voice could lull you right to sleep. 

The scene started fading from your mind as you felt yourself waking up. Even with your eyes still closed, you could tell it was early, no sun shining through the curtains yet. You don't get the chance to get upset at the time though, feeling a finger gently tracing the slopes of your face. The trail started on your forehead, going down the side of your face, swiping softly on the skin just below your lips. You feel Azzi's finger climb back up to your forehead, smoothing out your eyebrows before letting her finger slide down your nose. 

While you'd rather never play basketball again than wake up early (Okay, maybe you were being a tiny bit dramatic), you couldn't help but smile a little. I mean, how could you not? Your head resting on Azzi's chest, feeling it go up and down, hearing her soft breathing and her heartbeat like a beautiful song. You breathe in deeply before letting out a contented sigh. You think this might just be heaven. The warmth of Azzi's body heat keeping away the chill that lingers in your room from the cold night. You hear raindrops trickling against the window, the gentle rhythm making you feel even drowsier. As you inhale, you smell the lingering scent of the skin care products your girl used before bed, mixed with the scent so unique to Azzi. The scent that makes you feel more at peace than you've ever been. 

You squeeze her closer to you, wishing you could just sink into her until you become one. "G'morning baby," she whispers, knowing loud noises in the morning overwhelm you. You open your eyes and crane your neck to look at her. You feel your heart skip a beat. You can't believe that this is your life. Waking up to the love of your life as she smiles softly at you, letting you know that no matter what, everything will be okay. You groan a little in response, your voice cracking from not being used for a while. You send her a sleepy grin, crawling up a little so you can put your head in the crook of her neck.

“Did you sleep well?” she mutters, her hand sliding to your neck to play with your baby hairs. “Mhm,” you hum, pressing a kiss to her neck. You grin against her skin as you sense a slight shiver going through her body. “You?” you ask huskily, giving her another squeeze. “Yeah,” she breathes.

While you love your sleep dearly, you’re glad Azzi is an early bird. Being able to just lay in her arms as you wake up with no need to rush to get ready. (Which happens a lot when she doesn’t stay the night). It’s moments like these where you feel like you could conquer the world. You feel like you’ve never felt peace before meeting the brunette, at least not like this. 

As you’re laying there, you’re already trying to find the best ways to convince the smaller girl to stay in bed all day. Who cares if Paige wanted to go to the mall for new shoes or that KK needed to go get Crumbl cookies? You could already imagine it, cuddling with Azzi for a while before she grabs her latest book and starts whispering the words to herself (She swears she doesn’t). She’d be wearing the little reading glasses that you love but she hates because they “make her look like a librarian”. You’d lay next to her with your own book in your hands, or maybe you’d play the game you’d been wanting to play for ages on your switch.

Letting go of the brunette, you roll over to grab your phone from your nightstand. Seeing as it was still dark in your room, you figured it was probably around 9 AM, the rain making the sky gloomier than usual. Your eyes widen as you whip your head back around. “7 AM?!” you rasp, your voice cracking, “What is wrong with you, you insane woman?!”. She giggled at your sudden exclamation and the slight horror in your eyes. The same giggle that usually sounded like music to your ears sounded evil this time instead.

You flop back down on top of her with a huff, your head on her chest as you sling an arm across her stomach and a leg across hers. “Sleep,” you say with a playful frown, closing your eyes again. She chuckles, your head bobbing up and down in jolts as she laughs. “We need to get up soon anyways to go meet the girls,” she says, her grin evident in her voice. “Shhhhhh,” you grumble, “sleeeeep.”. You can feel her smile as you place your hand on her mouth to shut her up. Returning your hand to her waist, you hear her mumble lovingly, “You’re such a grumpy baby in the mornings.”. You don’t pay her any mind however, already being lulled back to sleep as she softly scratches your back. Azzi places a kiss on your forehead as you nuzzle against her chest, trying to get more comfortable. Finally happy with your position and the returned silence, you exhale contently, a small smile on your face as you start drifting off again.

Looking down at you, the younger girl smiles in adoration as she closes her eyes again as well. She supposed you two could sleep in for once. Knowing KK and Paige, they’d be late anyway, Paige taking ages to get ready while KK is probably too busy making TikToks to realize what time it is. So she falls back asleep to your soft snores, feeling safe, wrapped up in your arms. And even as the sun starts peeking through your curtains and the outside world starts waking up, you remain blissfully asleep in your cozy, little cocoon, without a worry in your mind.

[destinyc1020]

Do people not understand what Dom is saying when he wrote that the engagement is now confirmed? He is not talking about media outlets, he is talking about Zendaya confirming the engagement at the Golden Globes. It is no different than when Zendaya confirmed they were back together when she started wearing "the necklace" again. I mean it is really obvious she is engaged after her hairstylist shared that picture of her showing off her ring.

Given what Kaz did earlier this week, it was nice that Dom publicly wished them well and welcomed her into the family

Yea, just ignore the noise girl, it will drive you insane lol 😆

I didn't even know people were upset about Dom's blog post. That just goes to show you how much I really don't care what outsiders say anymore lol 😂

This was actually one of the very FEW blog posts of Dom's that I had absolutely ZERO problems with lol

[cloud-the-forgotten]

WAIT NO I CAN'T CHOOSE-

Okay okay- this is technically propaganda? For the both of them?? Uh. (Big?) Spoilers below (because it is SO HARD to explain without giving context unfortunately D:)! (Also!! Mentions of self-harm!! You have been warned!!!)

Both of these songs give off the perfect vibes for their situations. (I'll use bold to signify the start of me talking about each song respectively!)

'I WON'T LET YOU GO HOME' is for when Siffrin is on his last legs (both physically and mentally)- he doesn't want his (found) family to leave him behind. He doesn't want to be alone, especially when he doesn't have a place TO call home anymore. His home is (technically) gone, along with all of his memories of it. And he actually found a family (found family :D) with the group he joined to save the country. He doesn't want them to leave- he doesn't want them to forget him- and he doesn't want to forget THEM. So when Siffrin gets to his last loop in Act 5, hearing the Head Housemaiden remind him that Everyone Will Be Going Their Separate Ways Since The Country Is Saved Now, he snaps, and before the resulting 'fight' he thinks "I WON'T LET YOU GO HOME." The name of the song!!!

During the fight 'I WON'T LET YOU GO HOME' plays in, there's actually an option for Siffrin to hurt himself instead of his friends/family, the '(Don't attack)' 'craft' with the description "Can't hurt them. Attack the only person left." and that really shows how much he cares about them, to have the option of hurting himself because he doesn't want to hurt the people he loves. (You can, in fact, attack them, but the option to Not attack them is very present and will progress the fight/story as well.) I would explain more but I don't want to explain any more than necessary. I don't want to explain EVERYTHING and spoil the whole game for people >w<

'How Can You Help Me, Stardust?' is less focused on Siffrin, and more focused on Loop, the 'friendly' guide that appeared to help Siffrin end the loops, and be someone to talk to about the loops in general. It's an optional secret boss fight that you can do, but it reveals a lot of things! Loop is Siffrin- well, an alternate version of Siffrin, that didn't have a guide and struggled heavily before giving up after defeating the King for the first time after THOUSANDS of loops and looping back. Loop wished for a way out of the loops, they wished for an end, they wished for someone to help them.

This wish allowed Loop to escape from their loops, only to be changed to the way they look now, and placed in another Siffrin's loops to help that Siffrin out. When Siffrin (the one the player plays as) finally escapes/breaks the loops, Loop gets angry/jealous and initiates a fight. As the fight continues (and you repeatedly 'defeat' Loop, just for them to loop back) you get dialogue and a fighting portrait change of Loop explaining their feelings and breaking down, in a sense.

'How Can You Help Me, Stardust?' perfectly remixes 'How Can I Help You, Stardust?' in a way that encapsulates the sort of despair that Loop must have felt during their loops, and the anger of watching Siffrin break/escape his loops, something they weren't able to do.

Video Game Track Bracket Semifinals

I WON'T LET YOU GO HOME from In Stars and Time

vs.

How Can You Help Me, Stardust? from In Stars and Time

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

Note: The propaganda may contain spoilers for In Stars and Time.

I WON'T LET YOU GO HOME:

siffrin.

1. It ties in recurring melodies from all throughout the soundtrack 2. It perfectly sets the mood for the scene and feels climactic 3. I cannot explain how much this song emotionally impacts you if you've played the game 4. It's just such a good song 5. Siffrin

only song in the soundtrack with an all caps title. the intended emotion is gained from sobbing shouting that fucker out

has motifs from all over the game including the title theme AND game over theme

a little harder to convey the emotion without the context of the game but it still does good

How Can You Help Me, Stardust?:

It's the battle theme during a Secret Ending fight, and an interesting genre-swap/remix of How Can I Help You, Stardust? Your character (Siffrin) fights his ally and guide through the time loops he's been stuck in. Its so intense and fast paced compared to the tone for the rest of the game's ending and really emphasizes the absolute stress and despair that being in a timeloop will cause.

[pinkkop]

Euthanasia and Assisted Suicide:

Spare Me Your Mercy vs. real life

@elimstilnotgarak has got me thinking about Spare Me Your Mercy and specifically euthanasia again so while everyone is talking about how the screenwriter Lux talked about NC scenes in their interview I wanted to talk about something completely different that stood out to me when I read the interview for the first time (other than the NC scene talk), which is this section:

"Euthanasia doesn’t mean you can request an injection to die simply because you’re tired of life. Even in Europe, where euthanasia is legal, there are strict requirements. You must have a certified medical condition specified in the law, endorsed by at least two medical specialists, and the illness must be truly incurable and that you are waiting for death. The purpose of this law is to prevent these individuals from suffering. Instead of suffering for another year, they can die. It's not about being bored with life or lazy to live or not liking yourself when you're old, so you let them inject you with a lethal dose. They don't do that. Many people misunderstand that if you don't want to live, you can go for euthanasia."

The thing is, euthanasia in the form shown and talked about in the show isn't legal in the majority of Europe. Only 5 countries in Europe have legal "Active voluntary euthanasia" which is what Dr. Kan practices and the rest of Europe (except for a couple of micro nations) only have legal "Passive euthanasia" (refusal of treatment / withdrawal of life support)(source: Wikipedia).

I found this particularly interesting because Switzerland is not one of those countries. This made me want to dig further because as long as I can remember media has always been portraying Switzerland as the place where you go if you want to die.

Like in the movie "Me Before You" Sam Claflin's character goes to Switzerland at the end because he doesn't want to live as someone paralyzed from the neck down anymore and even in the BL Every You, Every Me Top's character is going to Switzerland in episode 3, which was the moment I knew episode 4 was going to be really sad because even if they didn't say it explicitly I guessed why he was going to specifically Switzerland.

So why is it that Switzerland seems to have an image of being the place you go if you want to die legally?

It turns out that what IS legal in Switzerland is assisted suicide which has been legal there for over 40 years but even assisted suicide is only legal in 6 countries in Europe in total, if you only count the countries where it's both legal, legislated and regulated (source: Wikipedia).

Switzerland is one of the few places that allow assisted suicide for non-resident foreigners and I'm assuming this is why Switzerland has the mentioned reputation.

If you're curious about the specifics of euthanasia and assisted suicide and how it is enacted in countries like Switzerland I found a really interesting webinar/talk on youtube where a Swiss Palliative Care Doctor talks about her experience with assisted suicide in Switzerland hosted by a Canadian human-rights charity Dying With Dignity Canada in 2022. I found it super insightful and I would highly recommend watching/listening to it because they get into a lot of specifics about how it works in the real world and since the guest is a Swiss doctor and the organization is Canadian you get a broader focus than just what it's like in Switzerland.

One thing I found particularly interesting about the webinar is how Dr. Erika talks about euthanasia (in the form Dr. Kan practices) as if it is not likely to become legal in Switzerland which makes me think that Spare Me Your Mercy and its source book, Euthanasia, should really have been about assisted suicide, but getting into those kinds of details in the book or show would probably not have worked and the book title of Euthanasia is a little cooler than Assisted Suicide 😂

In the small amount of research I've done it also doesn't seem completely clear whether assisted suicide is considered a form of euthanasia but what Dr. Kan does in Spare Me Your Mercy is definitely not helping the patients commit assisted suicide because for that to be the case the patient themselves would need to be administering the lethal dose of medicine.

Hope you found this insightful and I highly recommend doing the dishes while listening to the webinar!

[kuno-korner]

[aunmenosheteroenespanol]

2.12 Chimney Begins - 2.09 Hen Begins - 2.16 Bobby Begins Again - 7.04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered

Tommy's family arc

[illustrationismyhaven]

I agree with this wholeheartedly. I really think retconning the books and everything was the nail in the coffin.

I'm going to be using the books as an example because they are my favorite bits of Bendy content, possibly even more so than the games themselves.

Not only are they very well written (despite varying pacing in certain parts but that's just my opinion and doesn't bother me much) but they give us a good look into the world outside of the Machine. We learn more about the horrible things going on behind the scenes, about the characters relationships and interactions, and we learn more about the main antagonist himself, the Ink Demon. Just going on a quick Ink Demon tidbit, cause I love him to bits, but the first book (dctl) laid out his motivations almost perfectly. In Ink Machine, it was kind of hard to peice together what the Ink Demon's motivations were, especially if you didn't catch Tom or Joey's Audio logs. In Dctl it is set up to show us what, why and how he is the way he is. Dctl shows us more about Inky but also Boris as well. Not only does the story of Buddy/Boris show us how they found out a human soul is needed for a perfect recreation, but also shows the way it works when both the minds of the cartoon and human are tangled together, until one takes over entirely, like Buddy/Boris, or they stay fighting like Alice/Susie.

Then in TLO, we learn about how even if there's not a cartoon vessel, the ink can still infect someone, turning them into Lost One's. How they affect their emotions, making them aggressive and attacking anything, cowering in fear, or living in a pool of their own shame to the point they don't even bother moving anymore. There's more information about Tom and his relationship to the Machine.

I haven't re-read FtB yet, so I apologize if any details are incorrect.

I think FtB is kind of the weakest in the series, writing wise at least. This is mostly where the pacing issue was biggest for me, as well as the way some characters were written. That being said, it had a lot of stuff that was very important to the story. The glasses, for example, explain how Wilson was able to alter the Ink world in Dark Revival, how he was able to traverse between the Machine and Archgate Studios.

It is clear that the books are written with so much care for the world and characters. Each character has a moment to shine and I love that. I also get that same feeling of wonder and whimsy that the first game had. There's a lot answered, while we still have questions in the end. You're left wanting more. Retconning the books was one of the biggest mistakes TheMeatly and Mike could have made. I'm really glad a lot of us have chosen to still consider the books canon, because really, without them so much starts to fall apart.

I feel like Bendy as a franchise has lost a lot of it's whimsy over the years. Back then, batim had such an interesting and fun aesthetic, chapter 3 and 4 especially almost felt like a Tim Burton stopmotion film in some ways. We used to have merch of playsets and toy axes, shirts with fun ideas and jokes behind them. Hell, even the characters themselves - the batim ink demon design, how the jds employees were all treated by the devs, the ways they acted and spoke too. The game focused more on the spiritual while still featuring mechanical, steampunk-esque environments and themes in moderation.

Nowadays, our merch is bland, overpriced and low quality with nothing but "mature"/trendy designs. No creativity like we used to have and much fewer toys only of batdr characters so far. The ink demon was given a new design and the old one is made fun of for looking too "goofy" by the devs now and has a redesign (likely going to look nothing like him) waiting to be revealed already. Old characters are barely featured in game anymore and the new direction focuses on the sci-fi and mechanical themes while almost entirely scrapping the spiritual and religious ones. Hell, even the environment is more realistic and the stories are being made "darker" according to the devs.

Back then, Bendy used to have this whimsical charm. Sure, it wasn't too scary at least for me, but if given the chance it could've balanced the slightly unserious and silly ideas with the horror meant to scare you well. It just feels like the devs, especially Mike are ashamed of their original creation and are pushing the idea of "maturity" way too hard into the series in an attempt to leave it all behind. I like the idea of having serious and important stories and themes in Bendy !! I like the idea of being mature with the series, but to truly be mature it should know when it can be and should be sillier. To be mature is to know when to be serious and when to be fun, and Bendy as a series is acting like a teenager trying to look more grown up instead.

I wish we could go back to the days before batdr or at least bring them back.

[dailykugisaki]

Day 347 | id in alt

Kugisaki hasn't been around Gojo enough to gaf about him LMAO.

[meownotgood]

i have so many thoughts about arcane but I'm so tired because it's 5 in the morning and I'm starving because i didn't eat and my brain is functioning at about 2% and all of my insides feel like mush.

[shirogane-oushirou]

no promises anymoooooreeeee i'll appear online when i appear online 😭 every time i say "ooh i think life is almost done being overwhelming!" it. becomes even more overwhelming in the dumbest ways. all i can manage rn when i'm not stressing myself into a shut-down state is staring at the wall while listening to youtube essays + mindlessly crocheting.

i might queue up ppls art and fics w/o commentary in the tags... i want other ppl to see what all of my cool friends have made, but i genuinely can't think right now with this monstrous brain fog. i'm really sorry, just. yeah. maybe i'll think of some way to make it up later!!! once the dust has settled!!!! but until then i wuv u and miss u. smiles.

[venting in tags including familial manipulation and ableism. i. didn't mean to write all of that, thiss was originally going to be a main blog post but. aaaaaAAAAAA!!!!!

also no need for replies or anything, i'd turn them off for just the one post if i could kjsndkn, i just needed to get things out and go eep jsjndsfdn ok bye bye bye bye!!!!]

[perkypersona]

They way her marriage to Callie ended, she would never wish that on anyone. The crash really tore everything apart. Arizona lost a part of her and she didn't how to get her back the way Callie wanted her to and as soon as she wanted her to. Maybe it was more Arizona was mourning things that she shouldn't have. Maybe it was the things she seen, but Callie, she tried to act like she was there and she didn't understand just what she went through. Arizona wanted so desperately to lean on Callie, but she couldn't and Arizona crossed a line and she knew that she messed a lot up with Callie with that. But then when Arizona and Callie felt like they were in a good place and talking about another kid, Callie really left her and she was left alone and wondering just what went wrong after everything else. She just didn't know what to do anymore after that and then Callie left and never looked back and they had another child.

Annalyn didn't know Callie the way that Sofia did, and she was missing out. Callie was a good mother and that meant she had to work twice as hard to make sure Annalyn knew she was loved. But the distance that Callie had put hurt. It was more just her trying to make sure she didn't forget she had another child. That meant that Arizona had to keep telling Callie every time Sofia called to talk to her. But this time it was different. Arizona called Callie to let her know what had happened and she wanted her to take a look to make sure everything was healing right. That is when Callie decided she was coming to Seattle. Arizona didn't have to beg and Sofia would see her sister. That would cheer the younger blonde up and then Callie and Arizona could talk. They needed to if she was going to be there and they could take care of Annayln and give the girls a sense of normalcy with all of this.

Opening the door and allowing Sofia and Callie in and Sofia giving Arizona a hug and then running upstairs to see her sister, and Arizona was left to be with Callie. A home they once called home and it was the dream home that they both have dreamed of was something that Arizona had gotten it together and she knew some elements Callie would like and maybe she did that in hopes that she would come back to her. This was not the way she wanted. But they were here and now it was all just learning to talk a little more and not letting tempers flair. That is all Arizona wanted was for them to be able to talk about things and see just where they are coming from and see where they can take things. Arizona knew this was the time and she led Callie into the house she doesn't know anymore and into the kitchen to have a drink and talk and let the girls have a moment as well.

Arizona couldn't help what came out first. Sure, she was happy to see Callie and Sofia. But she hated it was this way. Taking a sip of her wine and feeling the tension between then two of them. Nothing was right and sitting there and she heard the response and Arizona wasn't sure what to do. "I just don't want you to feel forced. I can't keep doing this. Annalyn just feels like you don't care and feels like you don't want her around. Which is sad knowing a kid doesn't know if her other parent loves her. I can only say so much and show her so much without you. She needs the best and you are the best and she told me not to call you. But I couldn't let her heal and you not see it. So, thank you for coming and trying. She won't take to you too fast, she already told me she wasn't. So, don't get offended she just is hurt and doesn't think you want her."

Continued storyline with @ofibreakbones

The hurt caused by someone you put all faith in doesn’t just disappear. Arizona knows she isn’t innocent either being she has hurt Callie in more ways then one. But the one thing she didn’t think would happen was the fact that Callie would blindside her and walk away from their marriage. Walk away from everything they have built together. Maybe it was fractured once they have done somethings and Arizona did something, but it didn’t mean Arizona wanted it to be given up. She loves Callie, always has and always will which is what made it hard. 

But it also made it hard to know that Callie had given up calling Annalyn. She knew it was hard for the younger blonde. She could tell things were different but Arizona had tried to cover for Callie, but eventually it gets really hard and it gets to the point where it just doesn’t work anymore. Sofia and Annalyn had a bond that she had with Timothy and she loved that. She loved to see the both of them video calling and just talking all the time. It was something that she wouldn’t have given up for anything at this point. That alone made this all worth it. But things with Callie still lingered for her and she just needed to move on the best she could. 

But Arizona didn’t want to make this about her. She wanted to make it more about the girls and how Annalyn needs Callie and Arizona can only do so much if Callie doesn’t try. “She needs you Callie. She has wondered why Sofia gets all of you and she gets nothing. I don’t know what else I can say to her Callie. I have tried and I am not blaming you and I am not blaming myself for anything, but we just need to at least try for the two of them. Annalyn deserves to know the you that I knew and the you that Sofia knows. I think she deserves that, don’t you think?” Arizona was just wanting Callie tor really just think about it and the two of them can move forward and Annalyn can get the Callie that Arizona knows she can be and she knew the younger blonde deserved it and she was doing all she could to make sure she had that. 

This was the only time that they have really talked and now Arizona was just hoping that they can start out right and make things happen with one another and for the girls. Arizona wanted Callie’s opinion on Annalyn’s arm sos he sent over the scans and not expecting a text from the brunette, but has she felt her phone buzz she sees Callie’s name and she reads the text. She only waited because she didn’t think Callie would have been interested. Plus she didn’t know how Annalyn would feel if she was showing Callie everything. [Text: Callie] “I just didn’t think you would have cared Callie. It has been weird for you and her. I want you here but didn’t think I had a right to send that if you didn’t want it. Just let me me work out something and her and I can come and get you.”

Pausing for a moment before typing again. “Let Sofia and Annalyn stay together. I have a spare room for you as well if you want to stay there. I am trying Callie, and that is all I ask from you. I want you to try too. So, we will do this, I don’t know if you’ll have wifi on the plane, but I will text you and let you know if we will be there or not. See you tomorrow Callie and thank you for bringing Sofia. I can’t wait to see her and I can’t wait to see you.”

Hitting send and Arizona put her phone down hoping they can all work through all of this and be a family for the first time in so long by the sounds of it. She doesn’t know how smoothly it will go, but this was a start something she felt Annalyn needed to get to know Callie.