#He is literally so precious Ill die

[biscuitboba]

Thinking about how sometimes people wonder why zoro's not a captain himself..

And how once zoro even jokingly said that he'd become the new captain if luffy wasn't strong enough...

But then i remembered zoro's words after luffy recovered from his fight with foxy, "if i left this ship i'd have no point in being a pirate anymore" he said.

But you know what's left unsaid? "If you're not my captain anymore i'd have no point in being a pirate anymore"

In thriller bark kuma only asked for luffy's head. Only his captain's head. But zoro would rather die than lose his captain. Throwing away his ambition (shared ambition with kuina mind you), his precious swords, and his life... for luffy.

And OF COURSE thinking about that 'moment' with kaido.

Like idk but can we talk about zoro's undying loyalty to his captain? He is strong enough to lead, to become a captain himself, but he can't just walk away from luffy... that boy saved his life, and their dreams are now intertwined.

He will do anything for his captain and i know that in fics sometimes people highlight(?) on his 'obedience', but that, to a certain degree is true, because he loves to please his captain and follow his orders, i mean.. just take a look at his conversation in wano with marco.

Like ughh he is so ill, i am so ILL, and you ask me why i can't imagine zoro being with anyone else other than his beloved captain? I mean just look at him???

Reminder that they are like almost if not equally strong? especially during pre-ts era

力 = power/strength

Like literally everything about zoro screams dominance but god he just loves his captain so muchh, that it's okay to obediently listen to luffy's orders. He will follow that rubber man anywhere, that's his compass, that's his captain, his (future) KING, i will shut up-

[yourlocaltreesimp]

The First to be Forsaken

been in the works for a while!! This was actually a request that got deleted.

So to the anon who requested a reader who was cursed by Hylia like Eda in the owl house, this is for you!

tw: chronic illness, death

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The ache in your hands never lessened and the maring cracks in your skin never healed. It made for a rather ugly sight, all considered. The creeping vine-like scars showing in rather gorey details the tainted flesh.

No medical salve nor healing spell could rid you of the malice that poisoned your blood. And according to the words of the fairies themselves, it’s latched to your very soul. It festers, feeding off of your energy until you’ll be left as a husk. A puppet with no one to pull its strings.

It’s not pleasant knowing you’re going to die, but it’s less so knowing that no matter how often you pray to the goddess it will not be fixed. The divine never needed to give reason for why they shunned that which gives them power. Still, the chain did what they could, and for that you had many thanks.

Wild always had hearty food to replace the energy stolen from you, Legend let you wear whatever charmed jewellery you wanted, Time would never let you take night shifts, Warriors would carry you on the days you were too fragile to walk, Twilight doubled as a bed and his pelt as a blanket, Four made braces for your brittle joints, Hyrule was always testing different mixes in hopes that one might lessen your pain, Sky would hold your hand and talk to you on the days you could walk to make sure that you had something to distract from the crying of your nerves, even Wind spared some of his grandmother’s soup in hopes that of it didn’t rid of pain, it might ease your distress. Your Heroes were funny like that, sacrificing whatever they had for anyone that needed it, no matter how precious their time or belongings are. Certainly not a coincidence they act this way. They’ve seen what’s become of you under the neglect of the gods. And you’ve seen the familiar ache in their eyes, the recognition of themselves within you.

The newest hero, First —well perhaps then he’s the oldest— was in many ways similar. He too would offer you stories and ballads from his time, forgotten by the time the next era rolled in. His words had a majesty that had the whole camp turn an ear to follow whatever tale he recalled. And by the time it came for you to lay your head and rest, your woes would be far off from the front of your mind.

He’d sweep you off your feet both in the figurative matter and the literal. With only the gentlest graze of your skin and only the sweetest words that could be uttered did he regard you. He did not hold you to a sense of pity, as was common among many who knew of you, but a genuine care. A care for you beyond measure that he’d shown on many occasions that he would stop at nothing to ensure that if you could not be comfortable, you could be content.

And currently you were, despite it being a bad day.

The champion watched over the cooking pot carefully and the traveller flicked through one of his journals, looking for a combination of herbs that might be of help to you. The two passed questions back and forth in an effort to find an overlap of medicinals they haven’t already tried.

You had Twi’s pelt, Sky’s sailcloth and First’s scarf to try and dull your cold flashes. You leaned back against the First hero as his arms warped around you and his face buried into your shoulder. You shiver as the next cold wave hits, wincing. The moment sits in silence before his arms around your abdomen gently pull you closer.

“I am sorry for what she did to you, My beloved.” His voice was deep and poetic as usual, the unwavering strength he displayed to the world melted to softness at your touch. Through the staticky emptiness that settled in your brain, the question stood, alone and without any real context nor answer.

“What do you mean?” Your brows furrow and you look over at where he rests his head on your shoulder. He draws a heavy breath, mumbling something into your layers of clothing.

“Hylia- all of this because of her vanity. I am sorry you fell victim.” There is a pain in his voice, a guilt he’s held for long. Shackles upon his wrists that he’s not willing to let himself be freed from. You suppose it is him where their united care for the world came from, no matter how unrequited. He’d bleed himself dry for the world if it meant that it’d be better.

“I don’t mind being here with you all” You hear the distant rowdy laughter of Wind and Twi, and you find it in yourself to bask in this one moment, “It’s certainly worth it. To me, at least.” He grumbles happily, kissing the nearest place of unscathed skin he can find, right below your jaw.

“I am glad, Dearest. But that-“ His voice wavers as another chill wracks your body. You can only find a wince as you try to block away the ever advancing chill.

“That is not what I meant. I- It’s because of her that you cannot find rest. It is she who whittled down your bones and set alight your nerves” You find nothing to say as you stare at him, urging for more. “She thought it was wrong for me to love you, to long for your care and yearn to hold your heart. So, she tainted y-“ You wish to hear his words. A muse longing to read the poets works, and yet-

The words grow fuzzy as the gloom within you swells, gnawing painfully at your bones. It seems that you had forgotten exactly how brittle you were. It was always hubris that killed heroes, wasn’t it? But that didn’t make sense. You were no hero. How could it be hubris if you never meant to taunt the gods. How could that be- you weren’t dying, are you?

They said you’d be ok.

You’ll be ok right?

Everything will be ok?

The pressure in your head doesn’t stop growing and your stomach hurls.

The sun is so bright.

It hurts.

She’s taking you again, isn’t she?

[shmlnbstrcnd]

How AOT's main trio set Ymir free

Eren, Armin, and Mikasa all taught the Founder Ymir valuable lessons, and were instrumental in setting her free. All three of them caught Ymir's attention and she made the effort to reach out to them personally in different ways, observe them, learn from them.

First Eren reached her in the Paths and told her that she's her own person, and can choose what SHE wants rather than follow orders. This was the first time in her long, miserable life, that someone called her a human being. The first time in 2000 years (that would have felt even longer in the Paths, closer to millions of years), that she was told what happened to her was wrong. In her life, she had spent her whole life as a dehumanized slave without any acknowledgement of her own humanity. Eren opened her eyes (literally) to the injustice of her situation and taught her autonomy.

Then Armin arrived to fight Eren, and Ymir watched his every movement closely, even stealing him into the Paths with the Okapi and trapping him there. She watched his conversation with Zeke where he shared that the meaning of life is in appreciating the little moments and the love you already have rather than chasing an unattainable dream. In her life, she longed for an unattainable love/validation from King Fritz who was incapable of giving it to her, since he's a monstrous psychopath. She lived and died yearning for something she would never receive, rather than living for what she had (her daughters). Armin taught her the true meaning of life.

Lastly, Mikasa. From the moment Ymir noticed Mikasa's love for Eren, she was intrigued. She began to peak through Mikasa's lifetime memories, causing her headaches. Then Mikasa killed Eren despite loving him, knowing it's the right thing to do and proving she's not a slave. Ymir herself couldn't do this in her own life, instead choosing to die for the monster she loved, instead of killing him. Mikasa taught her that love does not equal submission.

In the end, all three of the main trio were instrumental in setting Ymir free. In her last appearance, Ymir had a vision of what she wished she had done, what she WOULD have done had she received these three lessons earlier in her life. She would have protected her beloved daughters, the truly important and precious things in her life, rather than being a slave to the abusive king. If she were given another chance, she would have let him die.

In the end, Ymir's deepest most primal desire was a pure and loving human connection, some semblance of tenderness and care, something she was so deprived of. This desire was so strong that it bled into every single Eldian, connecting them all to Ymir through the Paths. One lonely, abused little girl's desperate need to be loved, enveloping every one of her subjects, binding them all to her in an all-consuming web. She has always been desperately reaching out to other people.

In her ill young mind she mistook the king's sick """rewards""" as that love she craved. Eren made her realize "what he did to me was wrong and I have a right to my anger", Armin made her realize "I shouldn't have waited for love from him that would've never come and instead cherished the love of my children", Mikasa made her realize "I should have let him die/killed him myself". Acknowledging all this and making peace with her tragic life and the decisions she made, allowed her to let go. She finally moved on, and in this moment, she appeared not as an immature child, like she did throughout the Rumbling, but now as a grown adult woman.

Ymir's story in the finale is essentially a coming-of-age story from the perspective of a mentally ill, dehumanized slave. She starts the finale as someone with arrested development lashing out at the world, and ends it as an adult at peace with herself. Eren invited her to indulge in her rage. Armin helped her consider what was truly important. Mikasa healed her and allowed her to let go. All three protagonists were valuable and influential in freeing Ymir.

[scatterbrainedart]

I know I've literally talked about this before already but I need to do it again more in depth because I'm deeply ill. Anyhow.

Crowley was there at the creation of the universe. He was there as nebulae sprung into existence and time came to be. He slipped the switch of existence itself. And upon hearing how it all would shut down in just a few thousand years he was really upset. Because the universe was precious to him, and he wanted to see it flourish to its full potential.

Even then, Crowley wanted to fight for its right to exist. To be. He cared about the world to point of falling. He spent 6000 years on Earth, learning about and cherishing all it had to offer. The world is morally gray by default, and it's the only place in Crowley's existence that is. Therefore, it suits him, I think. Much more than either heaven or hell ever have or will, at least.

But, in the end of season 1, all of that was about to be lost. And what got him to act in order to salvage it? Aziraphale threatening to never talk to him ever again.

Let me say this again. The world was ending. The thing he cared enough about to had fallen for was all about to be destroyed forever. But the worst thing to Crowley in that moment, the highest stake and the worst possible loss, was the loss of Aziraphale's companionship. Not even "we will all die or stop existing and therefore won't be able to see each other anymore" but "I will just refuse to talk to you for the rest of time". That was the threat. And it worked. It raised the stakes. Stakes that were already about as high as they come, and quite awfully personal.

Crowley care more about Aziraphale than he cares about anything else. And Aziraphale knows that, otherwise he wouldn't have trusted that the threat would work. But he did. And it did.

Crowley is also desperately lonely. Just inherently so, in his very existence. There is no one else like him, in the way he's so gray in a world so black and white. I literally have a whole other post planned for that rant though, so I'll spare you it for now. But yeah, I'd imagine he has felt like the loneliest being in existence for the fast majority of it. His loneliness comes across a LOT, but it's most apparent in those moments of desperation. Where he is risking losing that one connection he managed to make. Like a last ditch effort kiss, harsh and unpleasant. It hurts to have it taken away, on such a deep level. Just like there is no one like Crowley, there is no one like Aziraphale. At least not to Crowley, not by a mile.

Crowley's desperation to keep Aziraphale in his life is not only because of his love for him, but also because of how if it's not Aziraphale, it's no one. And just like that scene where Aziraphale eats food for the first time and reacts as if he's just realized he's been starving his entire life, Crowley now knows what it's like to have someone by your side. To be a team, a pair. And he clings to that like the famished cling to their first and last warm meal.

[mara-xx217]

Hii, same person from ao3! I would be very happy if you could make a part 2 for that Pocketcat fic <3

This was in reference to this ask~

There's a hint of Daan/Olivia here solely for the interactions they have together and Pocketcat's dialogue at the museum on the third night.

Warnings: Obsession/Delusions, Stalking, False Memory Implantation, Effects of Moonscorching, Drugging

The third night of the third day...

This was it. You knew it. The handful of remaining survivors knew it. The Trickster god and his servants knew it... It was as though the gates of the Sulfur Pit were about to open here, in Prehevil, at any moment. The sky was a sickly green, too bright for a black night but far too dark for a midday sun. You could see Rher in the sky, watching you with his many eyes as he judged you, sneering down at you and the last remnants of your companions that haven't either died or succumbed to his influence.

There was no where that was safe from the Moon god's influence. You wandered through the streets, feeling sick, feeling lost, feeling as though there was something itching inside of you and begging for release. You don't even know where you are, having nearly been blinded by that goddamned itching that shook you to your core. Are you turning into them, the Moonscorched? It wasn't until you heard a heavy door being thrown open that you realized that you weren't alone.

"O' ho? What do we have here?~"

You recognized that voice. God, it was him, the one that has been following you around since the train first stopped in Prehevil... You've had so many dreams about him, so many fleeting thoughts and things almost akin to memories flooding into your mind that's left you feeling confused and disoriented. Your body reacted violently, a wave of nausea crashing over you as you took a step back from the mask wearing gentleman and the conspicuously empty wheelchair that he was pushing in front of him.

"Why hello there, my favourite friend!~ How I've missed you in the last precious few hours of the night!" The purple mask-wearing man giggled to himself as he halted midstep. He released the wheelchair and seemed to notice just how ill you looked.

"Dear oh dear! My friend, you appear ghastly! If you don't mind me saying, of course! Why not take a seat so the two of us can enjoy the rest of the night together, hmm? There is a fabulous bash going on, as you can see, and it would be a shame of you couldn't partake, even if to enjoy the atmosphere." He gestured over his shoulder and you could only stand there, almost too weak to move , as he stepped around the wheelchair and began to approch you.

"D-Don't- h-ha.... D-Don't... p-please..." Your eyes fell on his trousers and your brows furrow as their pattern looks hauntingly familiar to you.

"W-Wha...? W-Where- ugh- i-is Daan a-and Olivia...?"

Your voice was almost too soft to be heard. Were you losing your mind? You tried to pull away as he gentle took you by the arm but you had literally no energy to spare. Sitting down wasn't the balm that you were hoping it to be. Every bone in your body ached and you could taste blood in your mouth.

"Oh, don't worry about either of them. Daan has taken Olivia to dance not so long ago. If I remember correctly, she is still dancing, even after he's left her." Even though it hurts, your heart skips a beat.

What the hell was he saying...?

Olivia can't walk... she can't even stand with assistance.

W-What the-?

The rumble inside of the museum was agony on your ears and teeth. Every vibration made your vision blur and you were sure that you were about to die at any moment.

Maybe Tanaka and Pav were the lucky ones...

Maybe you should have given up from the very beginning...

"Oh, love... You look positively green!" The masked man tutted, the sound muffled to the point you couldn't even hear it.

"Here, I know something that will help with the pain."

You blink, exhausted as you feel your hair shift from your shoulder. Several locks of your hair fall from your head, though if he notices, he says nothing. A burning sting pricks your neck but the feeling is instantly replaced by a sickening heat that swiftly envelopes your entire body in the blink of an eye.

"There! It's that much better?~ It's thanks to the kind doctor that I have what is necessary to bring you comfort in this last moment of discomfort." The little strength that you had left totally failed you, leaving you slumping in Olivia's chair.

The sight pleased the masked gentleman. You were suffering greatly, thanks to his master's influence. While he couldn't interfere with the greater plan of things, he was by no means disallowed to ease the pain that you felt.

After all, this was a festival, and he was just as allowed to partake in it as the other contestants were...

"Would you have this last dance with me, my love?" He didn't wait for you to answer, merely picking you out of Olivia's wheelchair and forcing you on your feet. He had one arm around your waist and the other around your neck, pressing you flush against his chest as he leaned down and placed his cheek on the top of your head.

"Don't mind all the eyes watching us, turtle dove~ They are in their own little worlds, apart from our own... During this last hour, it will only be you and me... You and me..."

He hummed along to the music that played in the museum, gently swaying to and fro with you in his arms. Your head rolls and lolls, and you can't think of anything other than the desperate need to shed your skin and free yourself from this tortuous existence as something you no longer were....

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @cherrysodalite, @thanksatt, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather @horny-3

[lynnthefrenchtoast]

https://www.tumblr.com/lynnthefrenchtoast/750277882890403840/what-is-your-otps-theme-song?source=share

Can I ask, what do you think BingQiu and MoShang's songs are?

AAAAAAAAAAA

WAIT. I MIGHT CHANGE THESE LATER. THANK YOU FOR THIS QUESTION WHY DID I NEVER THINK TO DO THIS. ANYWAY, I INITIAL THOUGHTS:

Bingqiu - Hot & Heavy by Lucy Dacus

the song title being a sex joke. very fitting.

the song is about returning to a place with lots of memories of someone you loved. dare i say, QING JING PEAK??

"you used to be so sweet now you're a firecracker on a crowded street" - lbh on how shen yuan used to coddle him like a precious disciple and now theyre just strangers, hes meant to be a stranger in a crowd, but shen yuan is still like the sun to him - a bright firecracker that steals all his attention

"couldnt look away even if i wanted" - canon for BOTH OF THEM

"how could i deny a diamond in the rough?" - having exceptional qualities but lacking refinement... that's LITERALLY luo binghe. exceptionally strong and naturally talented but unable to read. and also very canon, shen yuan cannot deny him.

"you let me in your world until you had enough" - you let me onto your peak, you taught me, treasured me, and then one day you decided you had enough and threw me into the depths of hell and never told me why

"you were always stronger than people suspected / underestimated and overprotected" - THIS. shen yuan is guarded by the war god, the sect leader, zhuzhi lang, mu qingfang. but luo binghe KNOWS his strength. luo binghe has never protected him because he undermined his own capability; shen qingqiu is the one who taught him his own strength

"it happens over and over and over and over again" - their constant cycle of hurting and healing. of being each others' killer and cure. you take me in, you abuse me, then you love me, then you throw me down the abyss, then you fear me, run from me, then you die for me, come back for me, fight with me, fight for me, kiss my forehead, you get hurt by me and then you marry me. i love you but i cannot stop hurting you. (these two really love running in circles aiya)

"it's bittersweet to see you again" - i feel like this song perfectly captures that bittersweetness at the crux of bingqiu. they dont always love each other. there's fear and hurt and fury and revenge all irrevocably intertwined. but behind all of it? it's a love song. all this hurt wouldnt hurt so much if it wasn't love to begin with

ILL DO MOSHANG LATER BUT FOR NOW UHHH ICE ICE BABY

[karatekels]

WARNING: SPOILERS WILL BE COMING! 🚨

So, as we all know, part 1 of season 6 is dropping tonight! It's looking like midnight my time, and because I am a large baby, that is past my bedtime.

I'm going to be binging the episodes early tomorrow morning, and posting my ranting rambling thoughts here - maybe I'll just use this post? - the way I did for the first five episodes of my rewatch.

I will hide them under a cut, and I don't plan on posting anything about the new season outside of this post for a week or so.

Basically, if you want to avoid spoilers: read with caution!

Episode 1: Peacetime in the Valley

…God I really love how they do music on this show.

Okay this peace better die real fucking quick because I’m annoyed.

CHOZEN IN A SHORT ROBE, NOW WE’RE TALKING.

Looking at this newspaper clipping, I wonder if we’re supposed to care about little details or if they just didn’t really care and it’s completely random. If it’s NOT random, I have thoughts:

Why is the photographer who took Terry’s mugshot only named by their initials. Anyone know a B.T.?

…okay, looking at the column on the left, this had better be a joke. CLOWN MURDER?!

And then the article itself is cobbled together. Unless this is just a fake newspaper as a plant, then this is pretty week bud.

Coincidentally, if you or any other showrunner would like to hire me to write fake newspaper articles for your show or movie so that people like me don’t tear you apart online, I am available!

Okay so Tory and Robby are clearly still together, and the only thing that isn’t complete peace is Kenny and Anthony only looking at each other from a distance?

DANIEL’S SMUG SMILE AS THE COBRA KAI LOGO GETS THROWN AWAY GO FUCK YOURSELF SIR.

Amanda YES, bring up Terry getting the charges dropped!

Kreese vs. US Marshals eh?

Stop talking about my man without showing him, Daniel.

Oh good, already tension between Daniel and Johnny’s views on things.

OH JOHNNY LOOKS GENUINELY DEVASTATED THAT THEY DEMOLISHED THE ABANDONED WAREHOUSE.

…wow we really are just forgiving Benedict Penis Breath for some reason, huh?

IT DID NOT TAKE AWHILE FOR YOU TWO TO TALK AGAIN, ROBBY. YOU LITERALLY JUST HAD A FIGHT AND THAT SEEMED TO FIX EVERYTHING??

…Johnny wants to use fire on the children? I can think of a couple that can be guinea pigs *cough*KYLER*cough*

Ohhhhhh… Daniel picking Chozen over Johnny isn’t gonna end well. What if instead we got rid of Daniel and Johnny and Chozen hung out.

– insert Sekai Taikai exposition here –

And the new name of the dojo iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis… I MEAN, WE’VE ALL BEEN CALLING IT MIYAGI-FANG FOREVER.

Of course Daniel is angry (I mean it is a stupid picture of Mr. Miyagi but still)

…Chozen going against Johnny here really doesn’t check out. But I am here for a Chozen vs. Johnny fight.

The worst double-date in history! WHO CARES IF SHE DOESN’T WANT TO LEARN MIYAGI-DO??

Robby, don’t you dare speak ill of the precious Kenny/Silver mentorship dynamic you JERK.

Daniel (and Chozen) being so dismissive of Johnny’s feelings makes me sad

Oh DIP OMINOUS TEXT MESSAGE GOOD THING YOU BOUGHT THAT AXE.

Tory looks so sad and I hate it. Eat your waffle cone, Miguel.

Robby why in the hell would interrupting the game make Kenny want to listen to you? Also lmao look who’s taller now Kenny grew like 2 feet.

HI SHAWN. …Being ominous in an arcade is great.

Daniel preaching balance when he’s simultaneously…Daniel is infuriating.

…Chozen alcoholism subplot? ANDNO KUMIKO?! BUT I SHIP IT SO HARD!

Oh Johnny really brought the axe huh?

OH MY GOD STINGRAY I’M DYING.

Shawn your child brother is starting high school please do not take him to a strip club.

ROBBY WHY WOULD YOU APPROACH WHILE THEY HAVE BATS.

WE DON’T WANT TO FIGHT, he says while joining the fight!

…am I Stingray? “Because it’s awesome” – I WILL BELIEVE IN COBRA KAI FOREVER.

And he appreciates that Amanda is a smokeshow.

Don’t you dare disrespect ponytail dude, Shawn Payne.

Did the prison system actually help Shawn? SHOCKING.

Daniel being the bigger person? Only took HOW MANY DECADES?!

…so we’re calling it Miyagi-Do? Even though it’s not just Miyagi-Do? THIS IS DUMB.

We don’t get to see how Kreese got to Korea? REALLY?!

Episode 2: The Prize

NICK! YAY TERRY BACKSTORY! (Also Barrett yay but I mean… TERRY)

Kreese defending her is so cute OH MY GOD SHE’S IN THE AIR CHILL OUT GRAMPS.

Oh good, sewage in the cooking pots.

Not a real talk about money on this show! Oh, we’re cutting away?

…Why did we linger on that one student when Kim said “Silver is gone now”? Am I just looking for hope where there isn’t any?

I’m sorry, how old is this man going to be now? HE LOOKED 80 IN THE LATE 60S.

Does Amanda just dress like that everyday? Daniel is a lucky man.

I would watch an entire YouTube series in the vein of Trixie & Katya’s “I Like to Watch” that’s just Chozen watching reality shows.

“Your incompetence is why I must stay alive” is a brutal fucking line.

Kyler and his gaggle of 45 year old college freshmen. Or just Brucks.

…please think Chozen and Johnny are a gay couple, Mr. Realtor. Okay no, but Johnny blowing this up pretty spectacularly is pretty great.

Why do I feel like this is going to culminate in Kreese stabbing Immortal Kim because he’s “worthy of taking control”?

OR THE SNAKE COULD BITE HIM UMMMM.

As someone who has been in university in some capacity for like a decade, this… was not my experience. Though watching Kyler get shit on is kind of fun.

OH NO DUTCH REFERENCE. HE’S STILL IN PRISON THOUGH THAT’S GOOD.

Deus ex Johnny-fan ftw!

NOT HALLUCINATION NICK MARINI!

…Okay, so we are just gonna double down on the homoeroticism with men being each other’s weaknesses? I mean I’m here for it.

Frats have always seemed so stupid to me, with hazing and shit. Even for morons like Kyler. Never thought I’d see the day where I’m rooting for Kyler but I guess here we are. DESTROY THE DOUCHEBAGS. (Though how is anyone getting into college with this ASSAULT)

American tourist loses mind in cave, talks to snake. Film at 11.

Kyler acknowledging he’s a moron? I’m here for it. NO NOT ANOTHER FRAT COME ON.

LMAO Johnny insisting he has a job – AND IT WORKS HE JUST STARTS SELLING CARS.

Amanda is right though, what’s in the briefcase, Johnny?

Kim Da-Eun is gonna JUMP Kreese’s bones istg

Episode 3: Sleeper

Chozen freeloading is hilarious

“Chicks dig me” as a response to possibly having a daughter is crazy.

WHAT’S IN THE BOX?!

…the cobra is still in your dealership, Daniel?

“I’m a girl dad” – Johnny Lawrence, 2024 (or whatever year this is supposed to be I can’t remember)

…okay this episode is called Sleeper and we’re seeing that same student we did in the last episode when they said “Silver is gone now” DID TERRY HAVE A BASTARD CHILD AND NOT KNOW ABOUT IT?!

You tell ‘em, Devon.

Lol “LEE, CALL YOUR DAD, YOU’RE HANDLING THIS PROBLEM AT YOUR HOUSE.”

Please don’t be a stupid retcon of Miyagi’s character please don’t be a stupid retcon of Miyagi’s character please don’t be a stupid retcon of Miyagi’s character please don’t be a stupid retcon of Miyagi’s character please don’t be a stupid retcon of Miyagi’s character

Got a lot of mystery boxes in this episode, huh?

…”we can have a girls’ night,” says the 50-something year old man to the 3 teenaged girls he isn’t related to. I do love his relationship with Devon though. It’s a shame she’s going to die in a freak karate accident so that Johnny can name his daughter after her.

THE HORRORS LOCKED AWAY IN A HIDDEN COMPARTMENT ARE THAT HE WAS A BOXER?!

…oh and he beat the shit out of people.

AND HE CHANGED HIS NAME?! OKAY SHIT’S GETTING INTERESTING.

Lmao the Ouija board fakeout

Yeah good Daniel, leave your dolled-up wife in the shady gym.

OH MY GOD JOHNNY PLEASE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING.

Kreese is really just trying to make a bunch of killing machines (or at least one, anyway), huh?

The Big 3 weren’t lying when they said they were going all out this season with the fights.

Also is Kreese just fine with the snake bite? He’s fine?

Oh noooo, Mr. Miyagi wasn’t a perfect human I’m SHOCKED.

Johnny is SO happy they’re fighting I love it – OH NO BOOOOOOOOOO PEACE. Go get matching tattoos or something you dorks.

Oh no Daniel, is your perfect worldview crumbling? Was surrogate daddy not as perfect as you thought?

YES, CHOZEN. WHAT DID HAPPEN IN CANCUN?

Nooo Chozen don’t leave even if it is for Kumiko I’LL MISS YOU.

Yes, let’s end the episode on “girls are easy”

Oh no wait, more Daniel mourning the loss of his innocence

Were the rumours right? We’re going to Spain? LET’S GOOOOOOO – wait how are they going to afford everyone going?

And we’re down to six – Miguel, Robby, Hawk, Sam, Tory… Kenny/Demetri/Devon?

Episode 4: Underdogs

Hawk thinks patriotism will earn him a spot? God I hate that mohawk.

“Each and every one of you has a shot, even though many of you are either our children, close enough to be our children, or are our clear favourites”

SHUT UP DEVON IF ANTHONY GETS PICKED I’M GOING TO KILL SOMEONE.

Johnny assuming he’s as good as a partner at the dealership is KILLING me

THANK YOU FOR TELLING HIM NO ABOUT ANTHONY, JOHNNY.

Why is Daniel so against them… actually earning their spots?

Hi Mike!

Lol flashback – but why not show Terry?

YES DEVON MY QUEEN.

AWWW, Penis Breath is so happy with his new name.

SERIOUSLY? ANTHONY?

If Anthony makes it I’m killing myself.

Devon speaking up for all neglected minor characters everywhere.

What in the actual fuck is going on. Go away Yasmine you suck. OKAY BUT NOT AT THE EXPENSE OF DEMETRI’S HAPPINESS. …maybe her dumping him would’ve been better she is the WORST.

Binary Bros. will be the couple with the drama this season.

This capture the flag game seems fun but Mike can’t look at everyone at once…

I mean your son IS going to bleed and get the shit kicked out of him, Daniel. Wake up. No? Gonna keep feeding him your bs? Cool.

Barnes has quite the craftsmanship.

JOHNNY VS MIKE LET’S GOOOOOOOO… but away from the saw please.

HEY HE SAID THE THING.

…we’re really just gonna call each other bad boys with a straight face?

Okay Devon, enough with the negative self-talk. You’re sounding like me.

NOOOOOO Binary Bros. are fighting!

Kenny is kind of cocky af and I hope he doesn’t get it.

Smart move would’ve been to go up top and see if you can spot the flag…

OH WE TOOK KENNY OUT WITH A CHEAP TRICK…that’s not funny.

Oh SHIT Demetri is being an asshat. Why is NO ONE asking bout Hawk?

MAN now Devon has to feel bad because someone else chea– OH MY GOD IT WAS HER.

Episode 5: Best of the Best

Why does Tory’s mom healing feel so ominous why does Tory’s mom healing feel so ominous why does Tory’s mom healing feel so ominous why does Tory’s mom healing feel so ominous

Oh look Kreese has come for a visit.

And yet another blonde champion has turned against Kreese.

OH MY GOD, DEMETRI SHUT UP.

Robby you lovestruck little fool it’s adorable.

I really love Terry (duh) but Johnny is 100% my favourite Sensei.

HEY LEAVE THAT CANADIAN DUMMY ALONE, EH?

What about your worst impulses, Danny Boy?  S H U T    U P   and appreciate your hot wife for once, Jesus!

…Carmen is going to go into labour in this episode isn’t she.

AND there it is! Nope wait, false alarm. Everybody go hug Miguel.

NO NO NO DON’T BE DEAD NO NO NO

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT

HER FIST WAS CLENCHED – WAS IT KREESE?

Why does Sam and Miguel’s relationship seem so focused on beating Robby and Tory? While Robby and Tory seem actually into each other?

Daniel you suck, you hypocritical, self-righteous twat.

This is some mighty fine acting, Miss Peyton List. Best crier on the show since Xolo!

JOHNNY YOU HAVE A BABY ON THE WAY CAN YOU NOT YANK THE STEERING WHEEL.

…he’s right though. SHUT UP DANIEL.

Okay but Johnny this is really stupid you’ve sold cars for four minutes.

LMAO “YOU’RE FINALLY LEAVING HIM” GOD AMANDA LISTEN TO JOHNNY HE’S RIGHT.

Johnny gonna embrace boxing with the students? Daniel can’t really say anything about it not being about Mr. Miyagi then.

She kept… the bottlecap… I AM NOT OKAY.

You did not try, Daniel. Shut the fuck up. I’m mad at you. Go away. Get your head outta your ass.

You don’t get to know everything about anyone, Daniel. Especially when you’ve got your head so far in the sand you can’t even come to grips with who YOU are.

Amanda go find Tory. GO FIND TORY, AMANDA.

Okay there’s Tory. USE THAT MOTIVATION, ROBBY.

Can Robby get a decent haircut for once please? He’s a cute kid, his head deserves better.

Good for you, Robby. (Also why do I feel like he’s going to change his last name to Lawrence once the baby is born and then they’ll all just be one big happy sappy family)

I’m sure that Tory seeing both of Sam’s living and supportive parents there won’t screw her up at all.

Oh that’s gonna be Tory’s therapist or something for Amanda isn’t it UH OH.

YEAH YOU NEED TO STOP THE FIGHT.

OH SHIT. Not Danny striking first.

FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH WITH THIS KUMBAYA SHIT.

…Kenny’s gonna be mad about that – oh wait he’s not there and I’m sure it’s going well for him.

Not the bloodstained headband.

…Hawk really kept the dumb mohawk for the tournament huh?

Tory and Kenny gonna be fighting for Korea with Kreese?

(Why is Kreese there? This is televised? The police??)

LET’S FUCKING GO TORY.

[yuken-gf]

spending a day with sword leaders ♡

amamiya kyōdai here

cobra

are we even going to elaborate this, it's obvious

Harleys in Hawaii😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

YOU AND I RIDING HARLEYS IN HAWAII I'M ON THE BACK I'M HOLDING TIGHT WANT YOU TO TAKE ME FOR A RIDE

he would half-planned it

he knew the big picture of where he wants to go with you

but if you request any destination, that's okay too! he would be more than happy to grant your wish

meals at some local diner (because we love the vibe)

would be something that start with the beach and ended on the hills to see the sunset‼️

he always make sure you hug him tight while riding his motorbike

((shit bro i'm going to die))

loves it if you vlog about the whole day

fixes‼️your‼️hair‼️after‼️every‼️ride‼️

you wouldn't even ask it

always helps you put on your helmet

randomly stares at you while you're at the beach and/or hills

and when you asked him what's wrong

he just said "nothing"

of course you want revenge

you stare at him until he asked "what's wrong"

you answered with something like "just admiring my boyfriend"

watch him FLEW

he would be so flustered, you caught him off guard😝

when you parted ways because you need to go home

he would kiss your forehead

"see you tomorrow, my love"

he loves it when you say "text me when you arrived"

he feels loved

rocky

this is so basic but

breakfast, lunch, dinner in 5 stars restaurant

shopping in between

he would be mad if you don't want to buy anything

"please spend my money or i will buy everything for you"

"no buts"

you buy little things that are pretty cheap

and he would be so done like

"fine, i'll choose for you"

walk out from every store with a big shopping bag

"rocky, it's enough"

he wouldn't listen because you didn't listen to him too

get that bag sis🤑🤑🤑🤑

"fine, ill pay you back later"

"go ahead and i'll spoil you more"

he would ask for your opinion when he wants to buy something for himself

"do you think this suits me?"

"which one do you like most for me?"

he knows that you always know the best

your small and shy thank you would make him sigh

"i'd give you the whole planet and it would be still not enough to appreciate your precious presence"

bye he has all 5 love languages

((remind me to make rocky fic))

the dinner would be extraordinary

3 course meal and in the vip seat

he would go for the best seat for city viewing sunset omsgsiahshsu ((blushing))

he holds your hand and thank you for the day and how he's so thankful that he has you by his side

he would also reminds you that he makes money FOR YOU

you would be "isn't that wife privilege"

"we're getting married anytime soon, what's your point"

goofy ahh argument about the money he spent on you again

murayama

café and resto hunting

i assume you ran out of place to date like

murayama gets bored easily

so you have an idea

and he's excited!

you two would look like some food critics because you bring your notes

would be so funny when the café give you some bonuses because they thought you're a food critics😭😭😭😭😭

he's judgyyyy

murayama ramsay

"write down broken aircon babe"

"also the fries are bland as hell, add that to the list"

"the coffee is a joke. i'm way better"

so unserious

you go to the arcade to wait for the next meal time

killing time by competing with your boyfriend

he's pouty but proud at you whenever he loses

so freaking cute

he would consider to take food critics as a job seriously because he feels like he's doing good at it

LITERALLY THE MOST UNSERIOUS BUT SERIOUS AT THE SAME TIME

smokey

all i can think about is dog/cat café date

((bury me in red casket plz))

he will melt when you play with the puppies

but he DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU MELT TOO WHEN HE PLAYS WITH THE PUPPIES GAYT DAYUM

bro is smiley and cute

got you blushing over nothing😭😭😭

im not sorry, because me too😭😭😭😔

cute pics‼️

anti PDA does not exist for a day

he would be so touchy with you

reason: you're adorable and make him want to die so he feels like he need to be clingy

waiting for your snack and drink?

he grabs you by the waist and pull you to his chest so he can lean his head on your shoulders

you would be 😧🤨

"what's wrong, baby?"

he would just hums and snuggle into your neck

😧😧😧😧

shit bro im going to faint don't do that

enjoying the foods while watching puppies n kittens😻😻😻

he would feed you cause he can

so lovey dovey bye

hyuga

listen

sleeping all day

and then a night ride with one of his vintage cars

you can choose your favorite color

both of you don't know where to go, but you just spend the night driving

just enjoying each other's company

some accidently deep talks along the way

late night meals at some random restaurant

y'all joking around so cute

he's in his smiley mood <3

stops somewhere to watch the stars😮‍💨‼️

but you know

watching the stars in your eyes make him feels something

like he would burn the world for you

drive back home at around 4a.m.

if you fell asleep when you arrived at home. he'll carry you to the bedroom😮‍💨😢

kiss your whole face before he joined you to sleep

"i love you"

if you're fake sleeping and said "i love you too"

he would be so flustered

"why are you tricking me?"

he's a big spoon

and he loves give your nape a kiss before he really dozes off

only you know this side of daruma ikka's leader

[lets-try-some-writing]

I wondered what would Cron gift to Moon if he ever considered it and i think he would give crystals

Just imagine Unicron hijacking a crow and dropping crystals with (or without cuz crow brain will steal anything shiny) deep meanings. Moon may not know the crystal (or flower) language/symbolism/meaning but Earth does and vibrated inside whenever Cron gifted crystals to the Titan.. Btw amethysts look like dark energon but minus the sickness effect.. Cron absolutely would he can't give innermost energon so this is basically equivelent to it.. not like he will ever admit that the emotionally constipated old man he is (Wait what if he tried gifting to Primus his innermost but it backfired? )

Earth: Oh! It's Tiger eye!

Moon: ...Tiger eye is not literal eye is it??

Unicron:* crow laugh*

Neat concept! Personally I am of the belief that Unicron would rather die than give anyone except Earth anything. The way he offers affection to those around him differs from person to person. To Earth, he gives gifts and offers aid. It is the only thing he can truly do for his daughter who yet remains bound to him. To Mars he gives his time, often watching movies or conversing with the rusted Titan when there is a spare moment. They don't usually get along, at least on the surface, but the general familial care is there. Him and Pluto have screaming matches. They both have a fantastic time.

But Moon? Moon is difficult. Moon is old and wise and Unicron knows Moon probably as well as he knows Earth. And yet at the same time, there is so little he actually knows that it is hard for him to make a serious connection to the watchful Titan that orbits Earth like a guardian angel. They are bound by their shared adoration for Earth. So instead of giving Moon any gifts, I imagine he would instead help Moon to create gifts worthy of his precious daughter.

When Moon's drone is on the planet, they sometimes work together to gather crystals and precious stones to weld together into the shape of either a flower or some other plant. Unicron gathers the pieces with his creatures, Moon does the welding part. It is soothing for the both of them since neither could handle being around the other for long if not in the service of a higher goal.

Working with Moon reminds Unicron of the times he once spent with Primus. Long ago, he tried to offer his brother and other half a piece of himself as a gift. He thought a shard of his spark chamber would be a well received gift. Primus did take it with joy, but by taking the gift, Unicron watched his brother grow ill until the shard integrated into his systems.

Two pieces of the same, but so set apart that they hurt each other with the slightest touch. Unicron doesn't like to think about his rather similar relationship to Earth when he makes her gifts.

[serenequeenofeverything]

Daily pull-a-card reading

Daily pull-a-card, is a daily tarot reading in which ill pull one card for every group.

Disclaimer: sometimes i might pull an extra card or two that i wont mention but will definitely take into consideration.

Lots of grammar mistakes ahead bc fuck english.

For September 8-9th 2023

Group i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi

i

The high priestess

U seem to be very connected and in touch with ur emotions, you are at ur peak intuition-wise but why do i see you doubting urself? Why are u so unsure? Almost ur not giving urself the benefit of the doubt, actually quite the opposite. You are not sure of urself whatsoever, but im here to tell what the universe (god, the angels or whatever u believe in) wants you to know : you are on the right path. U are exactly where u r meant to be. U are as connected to ur higher purpose as one can be. There is nothing to fear. You are on the right path. Your own path. Trust yourself a bit more.

A song recommendation (which i reallllllllly urge to listen to bc u cant imagine how strongly this came through, U MUST LISTEN TO IT) :

ii

Ten of wands (r)

Let go of it. The burden you are carrying is not worth it, i don't exactly know what it is, it might or might not be important but here's the thing love, you are more important. U r really precious, u truly don't deserve to carry this baggage, it is just weighing you down. So free yourself, love. I know u can do it, you too know too. My bird of paradise, fly.

A song recommendation that i really wish u to listen to:

iii

The world

My god, you are the girl. Darling you ARE THE GIRL. honestly i dont even need to advice u, all im gonna say, you are the girl. you are the one, i truly truly love your energy. Baddest bitch in the game lmaoo.

I said im not gonna advice you, but i cant stop me, so here it goes, STOP LOOKING INTO THE PAST. What's past is past. Fuck him, fuck them, they didnt deserve you. Look ahead so much is waiting for you, somewhere is waiting for you. And this time, they will deserve you. U will watch it begin again, only better.

A song recommendation that i NEED you to listen to (make sure u listen to taylor's version only tho 🔪🔪)

iv

9 of swords

Hey love, listen to me very carefully, YOU CANT BALANCE IT ALL. whatever you are trying to balance, is taking a toll on you. It's too much work and it's fucking you up mentally. It's too much and read to this even more carefully YOU ARE NOT TO BLAME. Ur only human. Either give one of it up, or just free yourself from both( i suggest this). Life is much more than this situation that you are in. And there's better days to come. But you take this decision. U need to take this decision.

A song recommendation that im certain you already know but i think would a good awakening for u :

v

Knight of cups

He is very close. Nearly here. And my god, ur night in his shinning armor is one hell of a night ( THE BEST INTENTIONS LITERALLY ) . Idk girl what u have been manifesting, but that shit is CLOSE, very freaking close. My advice? Just keep doing whatever ur doing. U r doing good, and u will do even better.

Song recommendation(huh... interesting, idk i got this song, but it came very strongly, so listen u never know what's in it for u) / interestedly three things came on strong 1. "Combat" 2. " they see right through me, can you see right through me" 3. "Cause all my enemies started off as friends"

vi

Page of wands

Oh my god, this was like the messiest group everrr! Here's the thing lmao u got many cards, but it just kept going back and forth but one thing im certain about is the page of wands energy all over you. So this group are just very young compared to the rest, or just not in control of their life whatsoever.

For some i see patents getting divorced, families arguing, not very good home environment. And then there's u, amidst all this mess, the shinning one. U have many goals, you are a seeker and a dreamer, u want more. Im hearing " an art deco, Shining like gun metal" and u want more. U want more for you, u want the light, the fame and everything else too. A hungry soul.

" i want my cake and i wanna eat it too"

My advice? It dont matter. U will do as u wish, no one can stop u nor change you. U remind me too much of myself, i know ur ache.

Your song recommendation? Art deco. That song describes you perfectly.

Anyways now that's over, y'all better follow me, i mean who will do u better than i?

Alsooo u can always submit what u want me to do a reading on next by simply commenting ur subject of interest ( no private readings bro i aint got no time for that)

Anyways peace out, bye.

[maccreadysbaby]

A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none :)

wanna start from chapter one or read more? here’s the table of contents!

this chapter is massive but the next one is coming and it’s me torturing our precious golden boy dick >:) sorry not sorry

part seventeen

❝ LITTLE WING ❞

SUNDAY — 4:57PM — DAY 43

OVER THE NEXT WEEK AND A HALF, THE TEMPERATURES FELL FROM TOLERABLE TO UTTERLY MISERABLE. The cold was to the point where it hurt to simply step outside. Bentley wasn’t sure how the superheroes kept patrolling in it. It was cold enough when Nightwing found him in the alley, but now, he was pretty sure his blood would freeze solid if he even thought about going outside.

He was catching onto their drift. Every night, someone got left out from patrol to stay home with him. Which made him feel kind of bad. It was usually Duke, since he took a more patrol-during-the-day approach to superheroing, which made him feel slightly less bad. Occasionally, though, it was someone else. For example, it had been Tim that night with the nightmare, stuck at home with a crying kid instead of leaping between rooftops in his Red Robin suit. 

It had been Jason three nights after, for two nights in a row because (Bentley was pretty sure) he’d been hurt. He was favoring his left side and had a slight limp — not to mention that he stayed at the manor for three full days, something he didn’t usually do. It made more sense to Bentley that they’d make him stay around if he was injured.

One night it was Dick. Maybe they needed Duke for the specific mission they were on, or maybe Dick just wanted a good excuse to find himself into Bentley’s room (which he did, in the middle of the night, without warning, despite being a literal adult.) and whine about not being able to sleep. Bentley laughed at him all tiredly and then went back to bed, and woke up to Dick clonked out across the foot of the mattress the next morning. Bentley didn’t mind. 

…But he did wonder if Dick had nightmares, too, because he couldn’t help but notice the layer of weariness and emotion that clouded the usual glow in his eyes when Bentley turned on his lamp that night. After all, the file said he’d watched his parents die right in front of him, and that he’d died once, and he had to have been around when Jason and Damian died, right? (Because that happened, too, apparently. Bentley was living with a bunch of zombies.) The boy was sure that was enough to warrant some nightmares. Not to mention his near nightly scuffles with supervillains of all kinds.

But he didn’t mind. With all the comfort that had been extended to him since he first met the Wayne’s, he felt like lending Dick the bottom half of his mattress when he didn’t want to be alone was the least he could do. 

Plus, Bentley was learning that he liked to have people around. Not like when he used to go to conventions with his father, watching rich people hover uselessly and engage in meaningless, fake small talk. He liked to have people around in a… realer sense. 

For example, when Tim would wander into the den at nighttime when Dick was having Bentley watch old movies, flopping down on the couch with his laptop and declaring that he hated work. Or when Duke would plop himself down at the kitchen island next to Bentley on a Saturday during lunch just to grovel over his geometry homework. Or when Cass would appear (yes, appear. He’d never saw her use a door.) in the midst of a heated card game between Bentley and Bruce and cheat by showing him the card numbers on her fingers behind Bruce’s back. 

There was something so much more real about people living their lives around him. Something so raw and personal compared to anything Bentley had ever experienced with his father. Having people simply live in his presence without ill intent or a constant eye on him was somewhat comforting, to say the least, and Bentley was starting to like it at the Manor. Probably too much.

After all, he was here just to watch it all burn.

As of now, he was sitting in the dim library beneath a throw blanket. The fireplace was crackling on the other side of the room, and the blackout curtains had been pulled closed to block out the sun. Jason was in there, too, taking up the same chair in the corner of the room where he sat when Bentley first met him. He was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, black and white hair frazzled from sleep, and was holding a book just like he had been the first time. The Outsiders, actually, because he insisted that Bentley needed to hear the written version if Dick was going to make him watch the (terribly adapted and heinously watered down, according to Jason) movie.

“Dally was there, too, swearing under his breath, and turning away with a sick expression on his face. I wondered about it vaguely. Dally had seen people killed on the streets of New York's West Side. Why did he look sick now?” Jason read.

Bentley watched the flames twirl and dance in the fireplace. They spat small bits of glowing ash up into the chimney every now and then, popping with combustion and pressure, and it was only working to try and put the kid to sleep.

“He tried to swear, but suddenly started crying, fighting to control himself, then sobbing all the more because he couldn't. I had seen Johnny take a whipping with a two-by-four from his old man and never let out a whimper. That made it worse to see him break now,”

After a few quiet moments, Bentley glanced over at Jason, and he adjusted his hands on the book (restlessly?). He took a breath and continued:

“Soda just held him and pushed Johnny's hair back out of his eyes. ‘It's okay, Johnnycake, they're gone now. It's okay.’”

Bentley listened quiet for ten, twenty minutes. People had made brief appearances in the doorway or walking through the hall, but no one came into the library. Jason seemed to stay in there a lot. Maybe they were giving him space. Bentley wasn’t sure — but Jason didn’t seem bothered by his company, so he took it as a good thing.

Dick, Steph, Jason, Cass, and Tim had all been at breakfast that morning, plus the five (counting Bentley) who lived full-time in the Manor. It had been another meal full of overlapping voices and crazy stories and maybe a few threats and jabs sent sailing across the table, but Bentley was learning to enjoy it. The chaos was just another reminder that the Wayne’s weren’t anything like his father.

But then again, having Jason read peacefully to him in the library was a reminder all the same.

“I felt hot tears of anger and frustration rising. ‘I said I didn't mean to...’ 

‘I didn't mean to!’ Darry shouted, and I almost shook. ‘I didn't think! I forgot! That's all I hear out of you! Can't you think of anything?’”

Bentley realized the way Darry was talking in the book sounded all too familiar.

How many times do we have to talk about you not embarrassing me during meetings? It’s always something with you. You’re tired, you’re hungry, you don’t feel good.

I’m sorry. I was really tired.

“Darry wheeled around and slapped me so hard that it knocked me against the door. Suddenly it was deathly quiet,”

Bentley pulled his knees up to his chest as the sickening thwack of his father’s hand echoed in his head. He really wasn’t so different from Ponyboy, was he?

Jason took another quiet moment, stealing a short, appraising look towards the child coiled up on the couch. “We don’t have to keep reading if you don’t want to. It can be intense sometimes.”

Bentley shook his head in an attempt to clear the thoughts away, eyes flicking over to Jason. Brown eyes met blue, and they just looked at one another for a short, strange moment. A moment where Jason’s eyes did that thing that everyone’s did, the little, pitiful I’ve been there, kid look that Bentley hated.

“No, I like it. Jus’ cold.” He lied through his teeth. Well, not about the liking it part, because he really had liked the book so far. But he definitely wasn’t just cold. The blanket he had wrapped around him was heated and it was cranked up to the highest setting. Dick had said it was the only thing that kept him alive in the Manor during winter — Bentley was starting to wonder how much of his brain he cooked out every time he used it.

Thankfully, before any more conversation could be made, Dick busted into the library and shouted: “Bentley!”

The child jumped and glanced over at Dick, who looked fresh out of a shower with wet hair and a blue t-shirt. Dick’s eyes found Jason. “Oh, hey, Little Wing.”

Jason made an unintelligible grumble. Dick hurried over to the couch with about as much energy as a golden retriever on steroids, bouncing Bentley when he jumped on it, and ripping the blackout curtains open.

Jason groaned. “Dick, what the-“

“Look!”

Bentley turned on the couch, using the backrest to pull himself up.

Through the window, the Manor grounds were no longer a brownish green, but a bright, stark white. Giant flecks of white were fluttering down from the sky — billions of them, everywhere. The snow was building up against trees and fences and bushes and didn’t seem to be stopping soon. It was snowing so hard that they couldn’t even see the epically massive front gate.

Bentley would be lying if he said he didn’t share in a bit of Dick’s excitement. He hadn’t been out in the snow much, but his father had allowed him a couple of times. He remembered building an igloo once. (Well, a squatty little thing that looked more like a turtle shell, actually.)

Plus, one time his father fell right on his butt from the slick concrete in front of their house during a snowstorm, and Bentley nearly tore a muscle in his face trying to hide his smile. Believe it or not, snow held the very few, vaguely good memories he had.

“You know what this means!” Dick exclaimed, whipping around toward Jason. “You’re all snowed in, Little Wing! Alfies not gonna let you escape with icy roads.”

There was an argument, and at one point Dick got kicked, but Bentley wasn’t really watching. He was more focused on the colossal size of the snowflakes falling from the sky.

“Everyone’s snowed in, actually. It’s like a mandatory sleepover,”

“I’ll crawl home just to spite you,”

“Bold of you to assume Alfred would even let you out the front door,” Dick snickered.

“Who said anything about the front door?”

“Do you want to build a snowman with me, Little Wing?”

“I hate snow,”

Bentley turned around on the couch, glancing at Jason and Dick from where he sat. Jason was still in the chair, and Dick was behind it, probably getting out of range of his little brother’s legs.

“… I’ll build a snowman with you,” Bentley piped up.

Dick’s face lit up when he looked over at him. “Really?”

“Yeah,”

A strange expression flashed across Jason’s features, but Bentley couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was.

“Oh yeah! If you’re coming, we can probably peer pressure Damian into helping, too,” Dick came out from behind Jason’s chair and made his way to Bentley, ruffling his red hair. “Go layer up, little dude, and I’ll work on wearing down Dami.”

Bentley wordlessly obeyed, rising to head upstairs. Jason’s eyes followed him out of the room. Not with fondness or even disdain, but he would’ve taken either of those over the strange, calculative, detective-like way he seemed to be looking at him. 

Bentley kept at his normal pace until he was out of his sight, then promptly ran upstairs.

What did he say wrong? What did he do wrong? He played over the conversations again and again in his head as he halfheartedly shuffled through the wardrobe in his room. Curling up on the couch at the mention of Darry slapping Ponyboy was stupid on his part, but it shouldn’t have been enough to make Jason suspicious, right? And wanting to make a snowman with Dick didn’t seem suspicious. How could that be suspicious?

All he was sure about was that Jason freaking knew something and Bentley didn’t even know what he’d done to cause it. He should’ve known this entire thing was going to be a disaster.

As he put on a jacket and slid a coat on over it, listening the Dick and Damian’s muffled voices from the hallway past his slightly ajar door, he gave himself a new goal on top of his father’s plan:

Freaking avoid Jason at all costs. 

It really shouldn’t be that hard, he didn’t stay at the Manor much. Well, except for the new factor Bentley had to include: the snow. Jason would be at the Manor until it was safe to drive unless he came through on his threat to crawl home. But the only time Bentley really spent alone with him was when they both ended up in the library, and he could easily put a stop to that by telling him he didn’t actually like The Outsiders. Or that he didn’t like reading. Or to just never go in the library again, ever. Easy, right?

He was so screwed.

“You know good and well that I don’t participate in such useless childish activities, Grayson,” Bentley heard Damian grumble from the hallway. 

“It’s not useless, Dami, it’s fun,”

“Tt,”

Bentley was zipping up his coat when Dick knocked excitedly on the doorframe. “Ready to rock n’ roll?”

Bentley nodded even though Dick couldn’t see him, heading to the door and pulling it open. Dick was on the other side in a puffy coat, gloves, and a beanie. He handed Bentley a handful of stuff. “Stole these from Damian. He doesn’t mind.”

“I heard that, Grayson,” Damian muttered from the staircase.

Bentley glanced down, taking note of a beanie, gloves, and rain boots in his arms. 

“The boots might be a little big, but I think they should work if you tuck your pants in them,”

Bentley smiled lightly and pulled all the stuff on. 

He, Dick, and Damian built a snowman that they dubbed Frosty. (Dick’s idea, with yet another promise of a movie Bentley needed to watch.) It had been a hassle to roll the balls big enough, and the snow ended up kind of muddy, but Dick passed it off as Frosty getting a spray tan. Alfred had even fetched a real carrot for the nose and a scarf for his neck. When they were finished, it ended up being taller than both Bentley and Damian.

Titus and Ace had joined them in the middle of their snowman escapade, as well, both bunny-hopping around in the snow. It gave them all a good laugh to see the big dogs hopping — even Damian, who seemed to loosen up about the childish activities as time went on. The snow never stopped, and in fact, it only seemed to come down harder the longer they were out there.

Bentley was smoothing out Frosty’s lowest sphere when he realized his hand was hurting.

If he was being completely honest, it hadn’t stopped hurting since he picked the glass out and bandaged it up, but the cold seemed to be irritating it more for some reason. It made his entire hand throb and sting, so he started using the other one by itself instead. He probably should’ve let Nightwing take a look at it that night when he fixed up his head — after all, Bentley’s first aid skills were subpar at best. But he wasn’t going to whine about it now. It’d been, like, a month. 

It’d been a month. Shouldn’t it have healed by now?

He pushed the thoughts away when a giant ball of snow slammed right into the side of Dick’s head, coating his hair, skin, and shoulder in the icy fluff.

“Wha- you almost hit Frosty!” He exclaimed, brushing the cold away from his skin. He and Bentley glanced over toward the back doors of the Manor, where Jason was standing with a smirk on his face in a jacket that looked mysteriously like something of Dick’s. “Oh really, Jay?”

Jason ducked out of the way just in time for a massive ball of snow to splat on the wall next to the doorframe, most of it sticking to the wall instead of falling.

“Tt,” Damian voiced, drifting up next to Bentley with his arms crossed. “I’m clearly the most competent and mature of us all.” 

There was suddenly a gasp, and Steph thudded out the back door decked head to toe in purple layers. Even her earmuffs were purple. “That snowman is so cute!” She exclaimed.

Cass trailed out behind her in a black getup. Bentley watched as she spotted Dick and Jason, who were still throwing wads of snow at each other, and gathered up a bunch of it from the ground for herself.

“Did you guys build this? That’s adorable!” Steph continued as she made her way to the snowman, aiming her question at Damian and Bentley. “Why’s he frowning, though?”

Bentley glanced over at Damian, a silent reply of he did the face.

Damian shrugged. “He was created against his own will for the pleasure of others, only to die when they’re done with him. I would be frowning, too.”

Steph muttered something about how he was so weird before rearranging Frosty’s pebbles into a smile.

Bentley glanced away from her just in time to see Cass shove the massive handful of snow down the back of Jason’s jacket. He immediately yelped and whipped around, growling: “Cass!” Before peeling his jacket off and attempting to shake out the back of his shirt. Cass and Dick both erupted into laughter. Jason was not amused.

Cass kept blitzing around the yard and avoiding snowballs from Jason in a way only a superhero could, and was so focused on Jason that she didn’t realize Tim and Duke came out the door until Tim splattered a mass of snow right in her face.

“Oh, sorry, Cass!” He faked. “Didn’t see you there.”

It wasn’t long before the entire yard was taken up by Waynes throwing and slapping each other with snow. Bentley and Damian stayed uninvolved for the most part. Bentley didn’t really want to get pelted with snow, and he was having plenty of fun watching the dogs and laughing at the others anyways. He was watching Jason haul Tim off the ground and drop him face-first in the snow when he heard his name being whispered from the left.

He turned and looked in the direction of the barn, and Dick was gesturing for him to scoot over. So he did.

And Damian got a snowball to the back of the head.

After that, it ended up being a war with Bentley as a spectator. He was glad no one tried to get him in on it, because people tossing him around and throwing things at him reminded him too much of his dad. Instead, he ended up helping Tim with battle strategies and overseeing the creation of snow bases. Even Bruce and Alfred got in on it a little, but Bruce opted for staying near Bentley and talking to him while the others battled. 

The war only ended when the sun fell below the horizon, and the temperatures got really terrible. Then Alfred beckoned everybody inside with the promise of hot chocolate.

Bentley was sitting at the dining table with everyone when he noticed the blood seeping through his poorly held-together bandages.

He really hoped no one noticed. Actually, he hoped no one had even seen the bandages at all since he got there. (Which they definitely had — they were detectives, after all.) He just kept that hand down in his lap and out of sight. How long had it been bleeding?

After talking with everyone for a while, he went up to his room and grabbed the gloves he’d shed after coming inside. There was blood going through them and he hadn’t even realized. Well, he knew the snow was making it hurt more, but he didn’t know it could make it bleed.

He’d only been in his closed room for about two minutes when someone knocked on the door. He dropped the bloodied gloves on the floor and kicked them under the bed, burying his hands in his hoodie pockets.

“Come in,”

Much to his absolute horror, Jason was the one that opened the door.

As if this could get any worse.

He was back in his hoodie and sweats now. Bentley tried hard to keep himself from looking afraid, but he was, like, seventy percent sure Jason knew exactly what was going on and was probably about to pull a gun on him.

Instead, he let the door swing open and stayed in the doorway. “Your hand.”

Bentley blinked. “Huh?”

“Your hand. Let me see it,” He replied, crossing his arms. “It was kinda hard not to notice you favoring the other all night. And the blood you left in the snow. I’m surprised Nightwing didn’t say anything about it when he picked you up off the street.”

And Jason was… not killing him?

Bentley shrugged, scraping the toe of his sock across the hardwood. “It wasn’t important.”

Jason groaned, turning and closing the door behind him. “Don’t be like Tim. C’mon, let me see it.”

Anxiously, Bentley forced himself forward until he was in front of Jason, and held out his injured hand.

“I wondered how long these bandages were going to last,” He continued, gingerly unwrapping the half-fallen-apart bandages off of his palm. They stuck to the opened cuts a little and made Bentley flinch.

Jason was… surprisingly gentle.

“Looks like you tore them open doing something outside. What was this, glass?” 

“Uh, bottle,” Bentley replied. Jason grabbed him by the wrist and led him into the bathroom, flicking the sink on.

Oh, okay. So Jason was going to play doctor. Bentley could play along. Until the doctor tried to kill him.

“Let’s get the blood off first so we can see what we’re dealing with here,” He muttered. As if he’d done this a thousand times (because he probably had) he pulled a washcloth out of the cabinets beneath the sink and waited for the water to warm up before cleaning off Bentley’s palm. It stung just as badly as it had the first night he put water all over it.

He tensed and tried to pull his hand away, but Jason’s grip didn’t relent. “I know it hurts, kid, but you need to let me clean it. It might already be infected, by the looks of it. You feeling sick at all?”

“No,” Bentley muttered truthfully. Jason pressed the back of his hand to his forehead with a focused, inquisitive look on his face. Bentley just kinda… stayed still until he removed it.

“Good. I’m guessing the infection was keeping it from healing right,” He murmured. He prodded at it with his fingers for a few moments, and Bentley winced. “Hell, kid, there’s still glass in here.”

Bentley did recall leaving a few of the pieces he couldn’t get out. One of them was actually not tiny, but he was crying and tired and scared when he was picking them out, so… 

Maybe that’s why his hand never stopped hurting.

Jason fished back under the sink, still holding onto Bentley’s wrist, and withdrew a small first aid kit. He popped it open and pulled out a little bottle that said peroxide. “This is gonna burn, but it’s cleaning it out for you. We used to use it to get splinters out. Never tried it on glass, but I guess we’ll see.”

Jason moved Bentley’s hand over the sink and poured it all over his cut palm, and he hissed in pain, trying to pull it away but Jason wouldn’t let him. Little white bubbles kept coming out of the cuts and it looked unnatural. He blinked away the urge to let his eyes water up at the stinging. Every now and then Jason pointed out a little piece of glass in the sink that this magic fluid was apparently fizzing out?

“There’s still one in there. The skins tried to heal around it so it's probably gonna hurt pretty bad to take it out,”

Bentley said nothing. Jason shuffled around in the first aid kit for a second before pulling out a pair of tweezers. “Sit on the toilet. I can’t have you trying to escape while I’m doing this.”

Bentley mindlessly obeyed, and Jason started prodding at his palm with the tweezers. It wasn’t long before a new stream of blood was dripping from between his fingers onto the tile.

After a few more minutes, Bentley felt like he was being stabbed through the hand.

“Jason!” He nearly jumped off the toilet, his other hand shooting out to try and grab Jason’s, but the vigilante fended him off well. 

“I almost have it out,”

They did that for a few more moments before Jason pulled a surprisingly long shard of glass out of Bentley’s hand. It was stained red and the diamond designs from his father’s expensive glass set were clearly visible. 

Jason didn’t say anything about it. He simply wiped Benley’s hand off again, applied some medicine, and bandaged it with clean, fresh bandages. “See? Not terrible.”

Bentley didn’t respond while Jason put away the first aid supplies.

“You’re not gonna… tell them, are you?” He murmured. Jason humphed.

“I’m not a snitch, kid. Although that might change if you go passing out from infection after not changing the bandages for a month,” He eyed him sharply, and Bentley’s eyes traveled down to the floor. 

“I’m sorry,”

Jason glanced back up at him from his spot in front of the cabinets. “For what? I’m just glad I saw it before it got seriously infected.”

Bentley shrugged. “I dunno. I’m just… sorry.”

“Bentley, stop apologizing,”

“Sorry,” He muttered before he could think any better of it.

Jason made an are you serious right now face at him, so Bentley just looked back at the floor. He stood up and flicked the lights off, walking out of the bathroom and patting Bentley’s shoulder. “G‘night, kid.”

“Goodnight,” Bentley muttered as Jason made his way back to the door and retreated into the hall. He shut the door quietly, and Bentley stood there for a minute.

Unsure whether or not that meant Jason liked him, Bentley turned the lights off and slinked into his bed, hoping Jason didn’t think too hard about why the glass didn’t look like a bottle found in an alley.

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[jpeg-anachronism]

Kay uhhh I'm editing this bc I don't really do as much scenecore stuff so.

Hi, I'm Jpeg, but you can call me Jpeg.

I sometimes make edits of characters but I'm gonna keep it real with you I haven't done it in a bit. If you want me to make one of your faves into a scenecore pfp go ahead and ask bro I'd love to fuel your mental illness.

Mainly I just hyperfixate on random shit but this is boring so let's do the

YEAH BABY NOW YOU'RE INTERESTED THIS AINT YOUR MOTHER'S TUMBLR PROFILE

Here's my carrd if you want to learn more about me����:

Thas about it I think uhhhhh if we reach ten followers I'll add a favorite character list guys so smash that like button like it's your mom in bed last night and WHAT THE FUCK AM I SAYING SOMEBODY DRUG ME AND KNOCK ME OUT.

Update:

Damn.

Favorite character list

Lorenz Gloucester from Fire Emblem Three Houses

Literally my favorite character ever y'all think I'm joking I'm not I love him so much I want him as my bestie and my therapist collectively I spent 30 bucks on a plush of him this man is my life support

Vergil from Devil May Cry

I've dedicated like three whole posts arguing about his character that's how you know it's good. If Lorenz is my bestie/therapist then Vergil is my husband except if I ever actually met him I would piss my pants out of fear and then die approximately.

Literally the entire cast of bridge kids

Watch bridge kids it's dope as shit

Daniel of Mayfair from Amnesia The Dark Descent

If you've ever wondered if it's possible to think a character is a precious squiggly boy and also want to put him in a toaster it is possible and his name is Daniel

Aloïs from Amnesia Justine

Lol doesn't he only have like three lines and no canon human design?

Yes

Toodles.

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[littencloud9]

Hello again....Do you mind if I ask your top 5 (or top 10) favorite moments from any media that you love (books, anime/manga, tv series, movies, games, etc)? Thanks if you want to answer. Sorry if I ask too much....

hihi!! oooh i'll see if i can narrow it down skdjfjhj. this isn't in any particular order i adore them all <3

moriarty the patriot - this scene i can't even begin to explain it. it was so well written and emotional. i think it captured the message of yuumori incredibly well. you did bad, you were wrong, now work to be better. a brand new start. you don't have to forgive yourself, you just have to to move on, and i'll do it with you. absolutely lovely scene :( <3

bungou stray dogs - ranpo's invitation to yosano fucking CINEMATIC okay. i cried. the way it was set up, with ranpo kneeling to yosano's level and promising her a place to stay. the lighting of this scene giving it such a hopeful look. the emotional impact. they are my favourite duo in bsd and their dynamic is sooo precious to me and i just. one of my fav scenes in bsd EVER!!!

haikyuu - tsukishima's block THIS WAS JUST PHENOMANAL KSFHJ. the POWER. the SCREAM. the perfect moment for his character arc, the 'it' moment. oh my god. i only very recently got into haikyuu and this scene lives in my head rent free

vanitas no carte - s2 finale fight THEY WERE INSANE FOR THIS. this entire fight had me on the edge of my seat. if it's one thing vnc is an expert in it's setting a scene. the rain the lighting the FEAR through the screen. this shit was RAW. when vanoé got into the 'ill kill you thatll shut you up' position i literally screamed. vanitas' turmoil vs noé's devastation oh my godddd. domi unlocking her powers. jeanne's entire role. there was so much happening and GOD it was amazing i loved it

jujutsu kaisen - so start by saving me sigh. LIFE GETS BETTER DONT GET INTO JUJUTSU KAISEN. this panel lives in my head rent free and i think if i ever see it animated i'd burst into tears. megumi saying this to yuuji means so much to their characters okayyy two people who have always been saving each other, megumi who watched yuuji die in front of him, IT MEANS SO MUCH. i would ramble more but alas i dont wanna turn this into an essay

link click - cheng xiaoshi and qiao ling vs xiao ma BANGERRRR SCENE they mean the absolute world to me and i love that they were clearly protecting each other throughout the whole fight. i love the insane team up. qiao ling grabbing xiao ma's leg so cxs could punch him. this damn stand thing she used. the fluidity of the scene etc etc. just an amazing fight sequence overall i feel

moriarty the patriot - james bonde's reveal INSANE PLOT TWIST. bonde is my favourite yuumori character and i just. this was so funny. fym he chose bonde because of the bonds he made with the lord of crime gang IT'S SO CUTE 😭 i have nothing to say i just adore bonde and this is thus one of my fav scenes ever

moriarty the patriot - the moriarty brothers reunite CRIED FR. i just. the EMOTIONS. the way they did everything for each other and had to separate for three years and how both albert and louis thought william was dead and how none of them really ever forgave themselves but they forgive each other, so thats all that matters, isn't it? and how soothing this hug was, like finally finding your home again, and how THEY ARE FAMILY ough im so ill. i adore this moment

bungou stray dogs - you are but a child this scene hurt me then healed me. i actually cried so hard. their dynamic is so important to meee and they're both learning to care and love for the first time and they found comfort in each other and ranpo is just a CHILD and fukuzawa helps him see that it's okay and and. sniffles. bring them back asagiri this is a threat

vanitas no carte - i've decided to stay by your side, vanitas this is just because i'm in love with noé and i think vanitas realised things about himself here too/j. but on a serious note i think this was one of the greatest turning points in their relationship. i like the vibe of them on the tower and the sun rise coming up when they swear to stay together. cinematic asf

[punkeropercyjackson]

Actually lemme revert back to my Voltron days for a sec because i got rage.I got into the show the same time season 3 came out and the Lance x Allura development immediately stole my heart because why wouldn't it?It was the first time i saw people like me as a couple onscreen,by which i mean i'm a mixed latino like Lance-and we're even both carribean since he's cuban and i'm dominican!!!-and a black woman like Allura,and it was such a well-written ship to boot that gave me a good example of what i deserved to be treated like by my s/o and raised my standards for romance both fictional and for my own future(and current)dating life and it meant the world to me and i think it always will.And y'know what?Yes,Allura's death hurt a LOT and it still does sometimes but by now i've learned the sad truth that this is the norm for canon bw

The thing that REALLY sets me off?The fandom's response to them.Nonstop,i'd see 'Allura and Lance are such siblings!!!' 'Omg i'm so glad Lance is finally over Allura XD' 'I really hope Allurance isn't endgame afterall' and it was infuriating back then for the obvious people hating on my otp reason but i've realized that it was literally misogynoir.White and loads of nonblack Vee El Dee fans just couldn't stand that their precious Lancey boy genuinely loved the darkskin black girl mc with no ill-intentions and grew out of any bad habits towards her in season 3 of an 8 SEASON SHOW so that meant we were getting black4brown rep instead of sanitized twink tsunderes and they're STILL AT IT with the Le///akira desperation

But nah nah,y'all 'Space Mom and Dad' allegation makers ain't getting out of this!Allura was a GIRL,Shiro was a MAN-a GAY MAN FFS!!!Their season 1 dynamic was very clearly that of a tired dad and his rebellious teen daughter and all the 'baiting' you saw was you inserting your straight woman feminism fantasies onto them-Again,WOMAN,when Allura was an entire 17 year old and Shiro was in his mid-20s!You're literally the same as people who ship him with Pidge or even worse because there's an added layer of perpetuating the long history of adultification and by extension dehumanization of black children.Sit your tenheadasses down,it's not racist or misogynistic that people think you're gross and weird for infantalizing and straightwashing a canon gay japanese man

Keith and Lance weren't baited.Shiro and Allura were never even a fucking option.ALLURANCE was bait,for latinos and black people and those of us inbetween alike,they dangled it in front of us in promos and the vlogs and the official books and most importantly in THE ACTUAL FUCKING SERIES.Only to go 'Sike!!!The only deserving happy ending for traumatized black girls is to die for others and their soulmate to be forced to live on without them!!!' and the fact that y'all have the AUDACITY to make it about yourselves by twisting one of the best love stories in modern american animation into 'Nice Guy Gets The GirlTM' is bodyslam worthy.Be.Fucking Quiet.

[yanderu-deredere]

UM so like, ive been feeling really shittt? and i was wondering which of the yanderes would be good at dealing with a depressed or suicidal so?

a/n: yooo im so sorry it took me forever to answer this ask but i hope you're feeling better! and, if you're not, have these lovely yanderes to help! also, i placed it under the cut just because of the warnings so heed the warnings and lets get started!

warnings: mentions of gender dysphoria, mentions of sucidal thoughts and ideations, mentions of depression, mentions of conservative opinion/thoughts, mentions of suicide attempts

gawain dubhán byrne ★ profile

Gawain knew exactly how that felt. In fact, he’d been in the same position as you. There was a time where he was in the wrong body and it made him want to tear himself apart. He dreaded waking up in the morning, all he wanted to do was fall asleep and just never have to deal with anything ever again.

That being said, because of his unique circumstance, he knew kind of what to do. He’d been to therapists and doctors, he knew the breathing techniques and the journaling methods, he knew kind of how to talk you through depressive episodes; he’d take care of you as best as he can.

Actually, Gawain would be the type to take care of you even to the detriment of his own mental health. 

If he hasn’t kidnapped you and trapped you in his expensive penthouse, he definitely would now. He has no choice. He couldn't risk leaving you to your own devices! Nobody knew better than him that you can’t fix mentally ill people immediately. A lot of suicides are impulsive.

So, he'd need to trap you in his house. He’d call his brother over if he needs someone to babysit you but, basically, until he deems you well enough to be left alone, the two of you are attached at the hip. He would totally spoon feed you, he’d bathe you, he’d tuck you in; literally becomes an annoying caregiving leech.

Part of it is because he’s overprotective and wants to take care of you. The other part of it is that he wanted someone to do that for him when he was depressed and suicidal. He wanted someone to sweep him of his feet, to take care of him so he didn’t have to think about anything else; someone that would just hug him and hold him and coddle him.

So, now, that’s who he is to you. And, if you don’t like it, well… Gawain thinks you’re too depressed and suicidal to really decide anything for yourself.

fujio watanabe ★ profile

Not to burst your bubble but oh my god, Fujio is definitely the type of person to be like Depressed? The fuck? Just go get a job or something, being depressed is for people who have too much time on their hands.

It really is unfortunate but Fujio isn’t going to take you seriously until he has to. 

This means he’ll brush you off until you try to kill yourself, you start hurting yourself physically, you start wasting away because you’re not taking care of yourself, etc. When your health starts being threatened in one way or another, Fujio will explode.

He’s always had a volatile temper and it’s ten times as worse when it comes to his precious darling. Nobody can hurt you, not even yourself.

So, then, he starts talking to people. Not professionals, unfortunately, but like people he knows at work or his boss or people he trains with. It’ll be super stupid, like he just comes out and says it, rolling his eyes like Can you believe this? Being suicidal? Depression? What a load of bullshit, amirite?

Except he’s not right and a lot of people in Lovelock, city notorious for its seedy underbelly, knows it. A lot of people Fujio works with used to be kids that wanted to die rather than continue living their terrible lives with abusive families or with no food on the table. Fujio would definitely be put in his place.

Then he finally understands. He finally realises that this is something he could lose you over. For Fujio, he’d be the type to immediately kidnap his darling so he doubles up on security. He baby proofs your room and you’re not allowed to go outside unless he’s there. 

Before, you kind of just had free reign and he let you do whatever as long as you let him know. Now, privileges are revoked. Not because it’s a punishment but because he’s worried you’ll end up hurting yourself.

He’d also be way nicer and gentler to you. It would surprise him since the main reason he ended up falling in love with you was because he felt like he didn’t need to walk on eggshells around you. But, instead of falling out of love, you encourage this weird feeling of overprotectiveness. All he wants to do now is take care of you.

ayaka yamato ★ profile

What do you mean you want to die? 

Ayaka wouldn’t be able to understand. Of course she wouldn’t. She’s lived a privileged life where, though her father’s a piece of shit, she’s had everything pretty much handed to her for free. Most people either always want to say yes to her or aren’t able to say no. What more could a lady want?

So, if she finds out that you’re depressed or suicidal, she’d panic a little. You’d think she’d be really conservative about it since she grew up in a conservative household. Something along the lines of you’re not depressed, you’re just being a snowflake. 

However, that’s actually the opposite case. Ayaka has never met anyone that’s made her feel the same way you make her feel and, if she has to believe you and do something about it, she will. Anything to keep you by her side.

She just doesn’t know what the fuck you’re talking about at first. So, to learn, she’ll consult her tutor, a doctor, anybody she can find; she’ll learn exactly what she’s supposed to do here, what you need, what she needs to force you to do or what she needs to let you do by yourself.

Surprisingly, for someone who’s never had to lift a single finger her entire life, Ayaka can be relentless and resourceful when she wants to be. She low-key dumps money on the problem which, most of the time, can be a bad idea.

However, with Ayaka, she throws money at the problem with all the love in her heart. She gets you the best therapist money can buy, she makes sure to take you to different places if need be or stay with you in your room if going outside is too much. She makes sure to find out exactly why you’re feeling the way you’re feeling and she’ll put a stop to anything threatening your mental health.

(The one thing she won’t stop is bullying you but she definitely controls her tone in a way that makes it clear to you that she’s joking or teasing you. And, if you voice that you didn’t like something she said, unlike a normal darling, she’d definitely apologise and avoid saying it again in the future)

liam anthony arieh ★ profile

Liam is like a mix of Gawain and Fujio. Part of him is like Depression? Aren’t you being a special snowflake? But also part of him is like oh no, I was severely depressed and suicidal once! 

That first part of him comes from the fact that he had nobody to help him when he was depressed. When he wanted to die, the only thing stopping him was the fact that every single time he tried, he ended up in the hospital instead of in the morgue. It took him going through several attempts before he finally got a grip of himself and stopped.

It definitely took him a while to work through his depression and, even now, he sometimes makes suicidal jokes about how funny it would be if he blew his brains out with a gun or if he overdosed, etc. But he doesn’t want to seriously die now and he’s definitely far from depressed.

So, part of him expects you to go through that as well. Part of him thinks that the reason you’re depressed and suicidal is because you’re weak and you just need to get stronger.

However, the other part of him acknowledges that you’re weak. If you’re his darling, most likely the reason why you’ve piqued his interest is because, in his eyes, you are pure and innocent. In his eyes, you needed him to protect you from other people that wanted to do to you the same things he did but for the wrong reasons. 

In any case, his solution is surprisingly not to lock you up (if you aren’t already). He’ll definitely start stalking you hard or assigning employees to start trailing you and making sure you’re okay on days he’s not able to do so himself. He also tries to find a therapist but, specifically, a therapist that doesn’t mind breaking patient privilege. 

He needs control. He needs to be able to manouver you in the exact way he wants and depression? Depression makes you unpredictable. Depression makes it possible for you to be hurt by the one person he can’t completely protect you from: yourself.And he’d be damned if he lets anyone, especially yourself, take away the one good thing in Lovelock.

[astraystayyh]

Hi, I'm sorry for the long rant, I'm too scared to come off anon, but I really need someone to share this thoughts

Hyunnie is such a lover, a hopeless romantic, a precious little ferret, I just can't😭

"And if you don’t know love, I will make the best of us. And if you know so much, Why don’t you give me love"

"It’s okay to sell me some pain, love me"

Like babe, slow down will you?😭

And how he keeps thanking stays for loving him and asking stays to keep loving him in the long run (still can't get over the clip where he literally cried while asking stays to not leave them). Coming on bubble regularly to share about his little adventure or TMI to stay. Sharing his arts and telling us some behind stories about them.

For the members, on their vlog, where he said everything would be fine as long as they are together as 8. He also mentioned how he didn't like skinship but on the group contents, he's somehow always attached on the hips with the members. One thing I noticed whenever he filmed 2 kids room with another member, most of the time (if not always) he sat really close to them to the point their legs touched. He even laid on innie's lap throughout the whole episode.

Yk whenever those post about which members you wouldn't date, my first mind would always come to him. Don't get me wrong, it's just... he's too precious. I'm afraid I would hurt him. Or wouldn't be able to fulfill his expectations about love and relationship.

I hope happiness will always be with him

Thank you for reading my long thoughts. Have a nice day!

hiiii bb please dont ever apologize for long rants THEY ARE ALWAYS MORE THAN WELCOME,,, especially sweet ones like this 😭😭😭😭

he isssss it’s like his atoms are bound by love he’s so so lovely he makes me wanna cry 😭😭😭 « if you dont know love ill make the best of us » is the equivalent of ill love you enough for the both of us to me AND IT MAKES ME WANNA WEEEEP,,, his song was so so beautiful i agree 😭😭😭 he needs to slow down with the romantic lyrics like wdym « i feel your scent it came to me as my own breath » HOLYYYUHHHHHHH

stop this will make me cry :((( he’s such a pure angel and his love for stays is so genuine,, u can FEEL it in the way he talks to and about stays and the way he looks at them 🥹 he deserves ALL the love in our world

anddd yesss 😭😭😭 i think spending time with each other everyday makes them so so comfortable with one another and it’s so so endearing to see,, PLEASE NEVER SEPARATE THEM

wahhh i never thought of that perspective :,)) it reminds me of the whole « i’d rather die first because i can’t bear losing you » vs « i’d rather die last because i don’t want you to go through the pain of losing me » 😭😭😭 he is too precious i agree, and his view of love is so beautiful i would too be afraid to taint it,, but im greedy so id rather love him and do everything to make sure i’ll love him right, i think it’ll come very easily to me 😭😭😭😭

thank youuu for sharing your thoughts with me 🥹 this was a very heartwarming read hehe