#I don't think i have cried this much in YEARS

[sallieraptor]

[huge post about Mastermind]

I'm thinking a lot about everyone's faces when they saw Blitz on the guillotine.

so here's a yapping post. a big one! you can say it's an analysis? a shallow one, with my interpretation of what was going on in their heads and some hcs. just for me, so I can get these worms out of my head !

starting with Moxxie,

who politely protested throughout the whole trial, was in denial the entire time, spoke his mind several times, and tried at all costs to defend Blitz. when Blitz's sentence sank in his mind, he could only cry, close his eyes and bury his face against Millie's body to seek comfort from her.

being the first to be recruited, taken out of prison and taken away from the dark mafia life by Blitz, Moxxie did what he does best, spoke up, and continued to try to save Blitz, just as Blitz first saved him.

how could he bear the loss of the person who saved him from the clutches of his abusive father? how could he watch the death of the first person who made him smile after going through hell? the person who gave him hope after he was abandoned and thrown behind bars?

of course he sought comfort on Millie and couldn't bear the thought of watching Blitz die. Blitz was like a re-start in Moxxie's life, he was the one who gave him a second chance. who pulled him out of the hole he was sinking into.

and Moxxie tried to speak, he really tried to stop it. he questioned Satan, more than once. when Andrealphus said that Blitz was forcing himself on Stolas, and they muzzled Blitz, Moxxie was the one who protested. he was the one who said that that wasn't what really happened.

the whole time Moxxie was in denial, until the last second. he couldn't accept that he was going to lose Blitz there. so he cried, and the only thing he could do was cover his eyes.

Millie,

who didn't say a single word during the entire trial, but kept an eye on Blitz the entire time. so much so that, when Blitz looks at Loona, Millie looks at her too, worrying not only about him, but about Loona's future as well. worrying about how she's feeling right now.

when the chains pull Blitz to his knees, the ax rises and he looks at them one last time, Millie is the only one who doesn't look away at any point and continues to make eye contact with Blitz until the end, while continuing to comfort Moxxie.

being the last to be recruited, and apparently being the person Blitz trusts the most to take care of things, knowing how much Blitz believes in her potential, I believe that in that moment, by the way she acted, Millie was clearly understanding that she would be the new person responsible for taking care of everything for Blitz. responsible for taking care of Loona, of Moxxie, of everything that's left. take care of Blitz's family. and she would do it willingly.

the only moments Millie closed her eyes were to process the things that were being said. other than that, she continued looking at Blitz, Loona and Moxxie. silently observing the situation, checking each one of them.

I don't know why she didn't speak. maybe she felt like she shouldn't, that she couldn't. because after all, fuck, look where they are! it's Satan in front of them! even if she spoke, would anything change? she probably thought it would make things worse. after all, she is the muscle of the team.

and as much as she knows how to deal with this currently, I believe that in this moment of tension, there is no way to prevent these sabotaging thoughts from surfacing. it's a delicate situation.

but anyway, there she was, watching Blitz until the last second, holding Moxxie, and I'm sure she was internally promising herself to take care of Loona. exactly the way Blitz, - her best friend, the person who opened new doors in her life - would like.

Loona,

who was deprived of protesting throughout the trial, the only one to have been immediately muzzled and collared, treated harshly like an animal, just as she was treated during the years she spent in the shelter.

she tried all the time to convey her feelings to Blitz through her eyes.

[hc moment lol] their relationship is certainly one of my favorites, and I can only think that at that moment, Loona was probably feeling a lot of guilt. even though she loves Blitz with all her being, and is forever grateful for him (which is no secret), I keep thinking that she must be replaying in her head all the times she treated Blitz rudely, every time she yelled at him, fought with him, every time she hesitated to call him "dad". imagine thinking about all this and not even being able to defend him. not being able to even say "dad" one last time.

anyway, ignoring the hc, I think it certainly hurt her deeply to see him there without being able to say or do anything. of course she couldn't bear to watch his death, the person who saved her, gave her home, food, and love. the person who, despite always getting on her nerves, it's her dad. a extremely loving dad. of course she turned her face away and closed her eyes. watching him die would be too much to bear.

Fizzarolli,

Fizz knew that Ozzie was on a trial, but on Blitz's trial?! can you imagine the feeling of despair when he saw Blitz's face on tv?

the urgency he felt when he saw the face of the boy he grew up with on tv, the face of his childhood best friend! more than that! we all know that it's undeniable that there were at least a situationship going on between them. it's obvious the affection and love they had and still have for each other.

the despair that Fizz must have felt, at the thought that he was going to lose a person that he had just gotten back, just re-established a relationship with, a healthy relationship! after all the shit they went through together.

and damn, he must have thought he could do something. so much so that he desperately asked Ozzie to do something! Ozzie was there! shit, do something!

and when the blade was about to cut Blitz's neck, the only thing Fizz could do at that moment was hold his phone tightly and watch. watch someone he loves leave. once again.

Verosika,

oooof as a Verosika apologist this scene made me completely sick BUT I'll try to say what I thought in a not so crazy way.

from what I read in her eyes, she seems to be feeling a lot of anguish. this is obvious, you don't need to be a genius to understand.

the point is, I constantly see people hating on Verosika for nothing, especially after Apology tour. and I'm not really going to go much into this subject now, but it's OBVIOUS that Verosika still cares about Blitz.

I don't think she still feels anything ROMANTIC for him, but it's undeniable that she cares. if she didn't care, she wouldn't have sat next to him and talked to him in Apology tour, wouldn't have listened to his point of view, wouldn't have let him talk about his feelings.

I see a lot of people seeing Verosika as a villainous and evil person towards Blitz, and honestly, if you think like this, you are simply blinded by your love for him. really.

she is a hurt woman, who had found a cool and fun boyfriend, who made her laugh and feel happy. she loved him, and was abandoned and stolen by the same person. of course she was mad at him for so long. and we don't know what their relationship really was like, who knows what their real dynamic was? we can only imagine based on angry and spiteful comments made by both of them.

either way, Verosika's heart was deeply broken, she was overcome with confusion and frustration at not being chosen, at not being loved back. but that doesn't change the fact that she loved him, that she cared about him.

it's obvious that her heart sank as she watched his execution. how could it not? a person she once loved, who made her feel so many things, was being sentenced to death right before her eyes. and all she could do was move closer to the tv and watch.

Stolas,

oh, about Stolas .... who was probably slumped on the couch for days, trying to cope with his favorite novela, just like Blitz in Ghostfuckers.

damn, the number of beats this man's heart must have skipped. seeing the face of the man he loves, on tv, about to be executed. all because of him.

his feelings are self-explanatory. he got up from the couch, went to the trial and stepped in front of Blitz. he risked his life to save him. how could he not?

I see a lot of people interpreting Stolitz as if Blitz forced Stolas to do something, or vice versa, but??? please, no!

Blitz never forced Stolas into anything. Stolas genuinely loves him. and he would easily risk his life for him over and over again.

it's not the first time Stolas has saved Blitz. the difference is that this time, Stolas risked absolutely everything he had, even though he was still pissed and extremely hurt by Blitz. he risked everything to save him again. after all, Blitz was the one who saved him first.

and he is extremely grateful for that. no matter how upset he is. Stolas loves Blitz deeply, and would never be able to bear the thought of losing him forever like this.

in conclusion, this all makes me think of Barbie. did she saw? if so, what did she feel? seeing her twin brother who she holds such a grudge against because of their past. I'm looking forward to seeing more of them!!!

[ddejavvu]

Hiiiiii can u write a blurb about reader having her first baby and she’s struggling letting the baby cry it out to fall asleep.

But Aaron having already gone through this with jack is comforting her and promising the baby knows she loves them but they have to sleep.

i felt this!! i'm not a mother myself (yet) but i don't think i'd be able to stop myself. it was even hard for me to let the baby i was nannying for cry himself out, and he wasn't even mine. i'd be the weak one getting up six times a night cause my baby's crying </33

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The heartbreaking sounds of your daughter's wailing cries sends tears of your own pricking at your eyes no matter how hard you try squeezing them shut and sleeping through it. You're restless- like her, almost completely controlled by your urge to go into her nursery and comfort her. She's been crying for an hour, and the only reason you've been able to let her 'cry it out' is because Jack is sleeping over at a friend's house.

Just when you think of rolling over to soothe her, Aaron's large hand grasps at your smaller one, and you feel yourself pulled into his chest.

"Don't go now. You need sleep. And she'll be safe. She'll learn."

"Aaron, she's sobbing. She doesn't like learning-" You swallow a sob, "What if- what if she thinks we don't love her? She must be so scared, I- I have to go help her."

"She needs to learn to sleep on her own," Aaron hums, remembering how much it had hurt to sleep train Jack, "Trust me, sweetheart. She knows you love her. And even if its hard to let her cry, we need to let her learn this. We can't be getting up three times a night for the next eighteen years. Once she learns how to sleep on her own, we'll be able to get a good night ourselves. And we need sleep to be good parents."

He's speaking logically, of course. You and Aaron have both been increasingly irritable since the birth of your daughter, as happy as you've both been to welcome her into the world. You've been up and down at least three times a night with your daughter and her irregular sleeping habits, and you're both showing signs of extreme sleep deprivation. Aaron had snapped at Jack only two days prior, which is what had finally pushed him over the edge into sleep training, and you'd felt on the verge of snapping at Aaron yourself. He's right. You need your sleep, and your daughter needs to learn these things.

"Come here." Aaron hums, pulling you tighter into his embrace and flattening his palm over your ear. He disguises it by stroking his thumb over your cheekbone, but you know he's muffling the sounds of your daughter's cries.

"It's okay." He promises, "She'll be okay," And you nestle into the warmth of his palm, trusting him even though you know you're still going to have a sleepless night.

[mr-yuugo]

On Full Display

-Azul Ashengrotto X Gen!Reader- -FLUFF-

Words: 1,606

Summary: Reader finds out that Azul tried to remove the last picture of his chubby merform from the Atlantic Memorial Museum, but he forgot of one picture you had all taken a long time ago.

You can also find this on AO3 and WATTPAD!

You hummed as you brushed your hair. You use your finger to move around the smaller pieces out of your face only for it to end up sticking up.

You let out a huff as your hair wasn't cooperating. "Dumb hair..." You placed down your hairbrush as you swam to the other side of your room.

You had a makeshift vanity with the different things you had found in your younger years, never wanting to get rid of it even if there were newer and better ones out there. You looked at yourself in the mirror before deciding you looked presentable enough. You looked down at the messy vanity and let out a chuckle.

You picked up the picture frame that was placed down on your vanity and brought it close to your chest. You hugged it as you twirled around.

"Ahh...I miss them. I hope they come visit soon." You mumbled to yourself as you placed it back where it was before. The picture was of you, the leech twins, and Azul when you were only little merkids. You took one more look at it before exiting out of your home, deciding to swim around for a bit before doing your daily chores.

...

"Ahh! Azul!!" You called out as you eagerly swam to his octopot hideout. "Y/N...what is it this time?" He mumbled out. "Look what I got my hands on!" You excitedly showed him the camera you had in your hand. "I found a camera! Do you think it will work?" You asked as you moved it around in your hands as you examined it.

"Ah Y/N has found a camera! That's so frikin' cool." Floyd said as he came up behind you, snatching the camera away.

"Not fair Floyd!" You said as you rolled your eyes. He tossed it and Jade was quick to catch it. "This old thing seemed as if it would disintegrate any second it seems," Jade said as he gave it back to you much to Floyd's displeasure.

"It wouldn't hurt to try it? Even then the pictures from this camera come out with some sort of plastic film covering it so I think it will be fine underwater."

"Using your mer-brain huh?" Floyd snickered. "Come on give it here I want to click the button!!" He laughed as he reached for it but you shook your head. "Who said I wanted you in the picture Floyd!" You said as you stuck out your tongue. "I came to take a picture with Azul!"

"Whaa! Why Azul!" Floyd yelled out. "I already have pictures with you I have none with Azul!" You yelled back. "And who said I wanted a picture with you, Y/N?" Azul said as he kept himself in his octopot. "Oh! He got you Y/N!" Floyd began laughing hard as you just stared at the boy in embarrassment. "Well, that's one way to kill me..."

"Oh come on Y/N, why don't we all take a picture? You can even be the one to click the button." Jade suggests. You sighed in defeat as you nodded your head. "Fine, you all in?" You asked the three of them. Floyd and Jade nodded their heads as Azul only groaned in annoyance.

"I'm not taking a picture!" He yelled out only to realize that Jade and Floyd were pulling him out of his octopot. "L-let go of me!" He cried as he was forced between Jade and Floyd.

You laughed at the scene as Jade put his hand on Azul's cheeks forcing his mouth to form a smile. You quickly got next to Floyd and extended your hand in front of you. "Okay, guys smile!" Shortly after you said that you clicked the button.

A few seconds passed and you all heard the camera snap. You smiled happily as something began coming out of the camera. "Ah! I think it worked!" You laughed in contentment as you swam around eagerly as you waited for the picture to be out fully.

When it did you stared at it confused. "What's wrong Y/N?" Azul asked you as Jade and Floyd let him go. "The picture is black, it's not showing anything..."

"Huh, how strange..." Jade said with widened eyes as he came over to you. Unfortunately, Floyd swam faster and snatched it out of your hands. "What a bummer... it's making me mad! I was so excited too but turns out your camera is trash!" Floyd pouted as he looked at it though his eyes then widened and he started smiling in content.

"Woah! Now this is cool! Look the image is appearing like magic!" Floyd laughed as he shoved the picture in your face. Your eyes shined as you looked at it. "Awesome!" You snickered as you took the picture. You smiled at yourself as you could clearly see the four of you. "I love it! I'm gonna put it up in my room!"

"Please don't..." Azul said as he began to tear up from embarrassment.

...

You swam quite far from your home, passing by numerous colorful corals on your path. You halted for a second you looked to your left and noticed the Atlantica Memorial Museum up ahead. Something catches your eyes as you gasp. You were certain you just saw humans walking in. "Now that's something I never see around here..." You said to yourself with a chuckle. The sight of witnessing the humans trying to swim so deep in the sea made you laugh.

"How silly!" You laughed once more as you swam closer to the museum. You were certain the museum was closed but the guard seemed more than happy letting them in. "Maybe it's a special event? Oh, I want to go talk to them!" You thought to yourself.

You saw one of the humans and thought they looked oddly familiar. "That sort of looks like...Azul!" You beamed as you got closer. Fortunately for you, the guard at the front had gone in with the others so there wasn't anyone stopping you from going in.

You did your best to keep quiet though the occasional giggle would leave your lips as you saw Azul walk on human legs.

"Everyone, welcome to the Atlantic Memorial Museum. We are on a study tour today. Regardless of why we are here, I recommend you take your time and enjoy yourselves." You heard Azul speak. You then saw a little seal start talking with Azul, well at least that's what you thought it was. From the corner of your eye, you saw Jade and Floyd approach.

It took everything in you to stop yourself from giving away your hiding spot. They started moving to another part of the Museum as you continued to follow them. Azul had started telling them of how you merfolk lived underwater.

After a while, you saw the humans separate into groups and you found it a perfect opportunity to swim up to Azul to talk to him. You left your hiding spot as you swam at lightning speed towards Azul. "Aha! Azul!!!!" You cheered as you hugged him tightly, spinning yourself with him at a fast pace as he gasped.

"Y/N??" He yelled out your name. "Y-your holding me too tight-!" You let him back down with a smile. "Ahh, I'm sorry! I'm just so happy to see you! Those legs look great by the way!" You chuckled.

He looked away flustered as he pushed up his glasses. "What are you even doing here?" He asked you. "What? Not happy to see me?"

"That's not it! Just answer my question." He sighed. "Well I saw the group of humans walk in here and I wanted to talk to them but then I saw you and the twins!"

"I see, have you told the boys hello yet?" He asked to which you shook your head. "No, I wanted to see you first!" You smiled at him. He looked to the side again before looking up at you, his eyes widened in panic as he grabbed onto your shoulders and forcefully made you move to your right.

"Heyy! What gives!" Floyd whined as he swam past you. "Don't give me that crap Floyd. If I hadn't you would have taken both me and Y/N." Azul sighed in annoyance. "Floyd!!" You called out. "Oh, how wonderful!" You smiled as you noticed Jade approach as well and you said hello to him too.

"What are you guys even doing here hm?" You asked and noticed Azul instantly freeze up. "Well, our buddy Azul here was planning on destroying picture evidence of his young chubby merman self!" Floyd laughed loudly. "How embarrassing...it was the last thing remaining of this planet that anyone would see of my past self..." Azul murmured in defeat.

"Now now Azul." Jade snickered as he flashed his sharp teeth. You hummed in confusion. "Last thing on the planet...?" You mumbled. You started laughing loudly out of nowhere and Azul grew even more flustered. "How silly of you Azul!" You continued laughing.

"Silly-! Stop laughing!" He furrowed his brows. "I'm sorry but did you really think that was the last photo of you in your chubby merform?" Jade's eyes seemingly widened as you smirked to which he did as well. "Now even I had forgotten." Jade sighed.

"Remember the picture we all took together that one time, with that old camera I found? The one I said I'll put up in my room?" Azul looked shocked as you swore his soul started leaving his body.

"That picture is still in my room! On full display!"

[beef-brisket]

Adam smiled softly: I... fu- fudge... I shouldn't be talking about with you, darling. You don't need to deal with my mistakes...

Adam felt tears well up. And he almost cried when his daughter leaned her head on his shoulder. She was still tried, but was happy to be near him again.

He rested a hand on her back and continued to rock. Looking around the room, it's never felt so foreign to him.

Adam: I just feel so... wrong. I shouldn't, though, should I? I've... been in that situation before and have never felt this way... so why now?

Avery said nothing. The only way Adam knew she was still away was because of her little hand patting his neck.

Lucifer: It's because I'm not a sinner. Or an angel.

Adam jumped and looked at Lucifer, who was standing in the doorway.

Avery: P-Papa...

Lucifer: Hey, sweetheart.

Adam watched as Lucifer came over and ran his fingers over her land, making her smile. He looked at Adam.

Lucifer: It's because we have history. I was your best friend. And I know very well what I was doing. You were partly right. I did it for a laugh... in the beginning. Lilith and I... we would speak about you sometimes, how funny it would be to get you j to our bed... how much you would fight it. I... I knew it was wrong. It was a sick thing to think about. And I won't make any excuses.

Adam was tense. He didn't want Avery here for this, but he was afraid to put her down, to feel open and vulnerable. He needed to make sure she was safe.

Lucifer: That night I saw you... those memories came back. The hurt of ten thousand years came back. And the horror and anger I feel when I see you lead the exterminations came back. I... wanted to punish you, I guess. But now that I know about the apple- or the lack of, I know now it wasn't your fault. Or your choice- I shouldn't have done it. You feel the way you do because deep down, you expected better of me.

Lucifer softly held Adam's free hand, and looked over his fingers.

Lucifer: I'm so, so sorry, Adam. I truly am. I know there's nothing I can do to even make you think of forgiving me. There's nothing I can do that'll even make up for what I did. And- you're welcome to leave early, I understand if you don't want to stay any longer. Or... or even see again. My pride doesn't allow me to have many regrets. But hurting you like that is definitely one of them.

They stood in silence for a moment. Lucifer soon looked back at Adam's hand. He couldn't bare to see the hurt in his golden eyes. Eyes that matched his daughters.

He just hopped he'd say something. Anything.

What about an au where Adam goes to Hell for night trips, wher ehe just parties and fucks. He has a disguise (it's just a slightly different looking helmet).

Lucifer joins his daughter and her friends at a bar, where he sees "Adam". He instantly knows it's him, but he's curious as to what he's doing.

So Lucifer spends hours flitting with him and buying him drinks to get him drunk. But Lucifer actually finds himself having a great time.

Long story short- they fuck, Adam doesn't let Lucifer know he's Adam. He goes back to Heaven and after a few months, he finds out he's pregnant.

Which is fucking weird cause he's definitely a dude, and he's very dead. But Lucifer's the Devil 🤷.

He basically has to play it off as him getting fat. It's working until the next meeting with Lucifer happens during his ninth month, and he's goes into labor right in front of Lucifer.

Lucifer: Why didn't you tell me your were fucking pregnant!?

Adam: Because you didn't know it was me!!

Lucifer: Yes I did! You have the same face!

Adam: ..... Oh..

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

Batfam x Neglected mortal

Kombat reader

Lucid dreams III

Notes: this is part three to lucid dreams.

Warnings: child neglecting

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In the wise words of leonardo Da Vinci 'tears come from the heart and not the brain.' And in this very moment ,you know his words are true.

Because you know your strong... your minds strong. You've tested your mind and you know you could take anything on mentally...... So why were your eyes filling up with tears?

It must have been your heart. You've never tested or trained your heart. How could you? It's simply impossible. But still you blame yourself for the stupid decisions of your heart.

Your not supposed to cry. And it shames you to think -no it's not to think anymore this is happening. You are about to cry. And over something as stupid as words.

You search your grandfather's eyes for any sign of doubt or pity. But you find none. And sadly that only makes your eyes tear up more.

His words are simple. And to anyone else they probably wouldn't mean much. But to you? To you they mean the world.

How long has been since you've cried? You can't quite remember. But it's been years. And you swore you'd never cry agian. But here you are breaking your promise to something as dumb as words.

But you cant bring yourself to worry about that stupid promise you made. Atleast Not right now. Not when your grandfather says the words you've always wanted to hear.

'Your no monster my child. Only human. ' He says. The words are simple and direct. So why are your eyes filling up with tears? You can't look at him. You just can't. So you look at the ground ,or in your case the roof of the building your standing on...

Your jaw is clenched so tight and your hands are bawled into fist. Your eyes close on instinct ,trying to keep your tears from falling.

"You mean it?" You say. And God's ! Why do you sound so pathetic... why do you sound like you're begging for him to say yes. But then again....you are silently begging him to say yes.

But your prayer doesn't last long before he speaks up. "I do." He says. And you can tell he means it. And your chest finally stops feeling so heavy but your eyes well up with more tears..

Before you even know what you're doing you envelop him in a hug. And his hands wrap around you almost awkwardly. Because it is awkward. You've never hugged your grandfather. And he's never hugged you. But right now this hug is necessary. Both of you know that....

Although the hug is slightly awkward it's the best hug you've ever had. And suddenly you forget your mistakes and your worries ,and you feel at peace.....

As a single tear rolls down your cheek, falls unto your grandfathers jacket you don't wipe it away. Instead you let it fall.

And for some odd reason that brings your grandfather at peace.

You don't seem to notice but your grandfather's chest isn't as heavy either. And maybe you were to distracted watching your own tear fall onto his jacket that you didn't feel his tear fall onto your jacket. But it did.

And just as you wipe your eyes he wipes his. Your the first to pull back and your grandfather follows your action. As you step back your grandfather's eyes look into yours.

And you feel like your under a microscope. You probably are. You know your grandfathers eyes always find what they're looking for. You just hope he's looking for something good.

You sigh and suddenly the air isn't as tense as it was moments ago. "Thank you grandfather. " You say and your voice comes out shaky.

But your grandfather doesn't seem to care about the shaky tone of your voice. "Lets get you home. My child. " He says and you catch it. His voice is just as shaky as yours. And you almost want to smile. But you don't.

Walking back to the Wayne manor neither of you speak. It's a long walk but neither of you seem to mind. As you finally reach the gate you turn to look at him.

" you should come in grandfather. It's been a while since you've seen mother." You say and it's probably crazy to ask that since it is 2 am. But your words are true. It has been a while since he's seen your mother.

" perhaps another day." He says as he looks at the big gate. "She's still your daughter..." You say and you mean no disrespect and you hope he knows that.

" I know...but she's changed. I don't recognize her. And that scares me more than death." He says. And you understand. She has changed. And nomatter how many times you try to remind yourself that she's your mother. Your heart refuses to believe it.

You nod and quickly climb over the huge gate. Once over the gate you turn to look at your grandfather. "Goodnight grandfather." You say.

"Goodnight child." He says. As you walk back to the manor you know he's watching you. Watching to make sure you get home safely. Like he always does. And that makes you happy. Because atleast someone cares......

Finally reaching the manor you climb up the tree by your room and into your bedroom window. Your room looks the same as it did when you left it. And it doesn't seem like anyone noticed that you left. You lay on the bed and sigh. It's 3am now. They should be coming home from patrol any minute now.

But your thoughts don't stay on them for to long. Instead your mind goes to your mother. Why has she changed so much? Why doesn't she care anymore? Those thoughts are always on your mind. And more often then not they keep you up at night.

Before you know it an hour passed and it's 4 am. And just like clock work you hear your mother open Damians bedroom door. Next is Tim's. Then Dicks. And last is Jason's.

She's done this every night to ensure that there okay. That their in their room asleep like they are supposed to be.

But she doesn't do this for you. Atleast Not anymore. And as much as you don't want to admit it. It hurts. Because she did that for you first.

She used to check up on you every night. She used to make sure you were sleeping alright before ,not them. But now? Now it's seems she has forgotten you. And that?

That hurts like hell.

After what seems like eternity you close your eyes and finally fall asleep. Waking up the next day you see that it's snowing. You loved it when it snowed. And even though you feel like shit the snow brings a smile to your face ,because snow was undeniably beautiful and pure.

You go through your daily routine with showering and brushing your teeth. Checking the time it's still early only 7am. And you don't have school today or training. There's really no need for you to be up this early. You know probably no one else is. But you doubt you could fall back asleep even if your tried.

So instead you head to the kitchen and you can already smell what Alfred's cooking. You greet him with a smile and he smiles back.

"Morning Alfed." You say and he responds like he always does. "Goodmorning miss Wayne."

You hate it when he calls you that. You aren't a Wayne and you'll never be one. Still you keep that to yourself. You walk past the kitchen and into the big living room decideding to just read a book.

You'd normally read a book with jason. But you still don't have the guts to see him. He's wrapped in bandages from head to toe. And you know he's in pain. He's asked to see you multiple times and you refused. How could you see him? It was your fault for him getting taken by the joker. Atleast that's what you believe.

Sitting on the huge couch you begin reading. It was peaceful for a while then you hear the others wake up. They all come down together. Dick and Tim smiling and your mother and bruce talking while damian seems like he's in a bad mood. But then again when isn't the ten year old in a bad mood... Jason's not with them. He's probably still in his room.

It's harder for him to wake up and get ready now. But he still refuses to want help.

You notice how damian sits on the couch beside you and gives you a glare. But you ignore it like you always do.

But to your surprise he doesn't stay silent and judge like he usually does. He actually speaks up. "Have you seen Jason yet? He's already asked to see five times." His words are sharp and you can practically feel the discomfort of his words.

But still you ignore it and instead play the nice big sister role. Like you always do.

" No I haven't. Is he alright? " Your words are soft like they always are. They aren't mean or rude like his.

" perfaps if you weren't such a coward you'd see for yourself. " He says. And suddenly the room isn't as happy as it was moments ago.

But your mother or bruce doesn't stop him or correct him on his use of words. And its almost like they're encouraging him.

You sigh and stare into his emerald green eyes. You can see how much hate they hold for you. Always for you. And you don't seem to understand it. You don't understand why he hates you so much.

Biting your tongue you say something sweet as usual. "I haven't had the time." Your words are smooth and they leave no trail of hate or discomfort in the room unlike his.

"Doing what? School is out ,and your banned from patrol. Nothing your doing is of any use. So what exactly are you doing?" He asks. And your mouth goes dry because for once you don't have a nice big sister comment.

No, all you have is hatred in your thoughts for the boy infront of you. Knowing you can't say any of your thoughts you stay silent and stare into his cold eyes.

And after what feels like eternity of silence your mother breaks the awkward tension. "That's enough from both of you." She says sternly and you want to scoff and say what your really thinking but you don't. Like always.

You nod obediently and damian does the same. But his words hang heavy in the air. Because they're true. Everyone knows his words are true. You truly haven't been doing anything.

But you can't face jason. You just can't. An though it hurts to admit it. You're simply too weak....

Snapping you out of your thoughts damian begins speaking again. " stop being pathetic and go see him." He whispers just loud enough for you to hear. Everyone in the room continues doing what their doing not hearing what he had said.

And sure he's said meaner things and you've always let his words go. You've never held a grudge or said anything rude back. But this time he's hit a nerve ,and it feels like it's physically hurting you. So you don't bite your tongue like you usually do. Instead? Instead you say the words you've always wanted to say to him.

" Me? Pathetic?," You scoff and roll your eyes and you can tell he's listening Intently to your every word.

" You're Pathetic. Your the one who can't make friends. Your the one that never fits in.. You're the one that'll only ever be seen as a mistake as part of infidelity. So don't think your above anyone damian because your not." You whisper back and your words are sharp and you can tell they sting him right in his heart.

You desperately want to smile but he's only ten and that would be wrong ,right? You've never talked back to him or said anything rude so you can easily tell how much your words shock him. Because their true. And yes your words are a bit hypocritical because you are a mistake too but in this moment? In this moment you win.

His eyes narrow and he wants to something back but he doesn't have the words. He's simply to stunned to speak. And you smile. Is it wrong for smiling? Probably. Do you care? Absolutely not.

You watch as he tries to must up what he's gonna say. But he can't and it feels amazing.

Sadly this feeling only last for a moment before damian like always gets the win.

His eyes fill up with tears. And you can't quite tell if it's fake or not. But regardless of if it's fake or real tears you know you're screwed. Because he is only ten.

'Well shit.' You think to yourself and it's not long before your mother notices the tears. "What did you say!" You mother says looking at you.

She's angry as usual and you want to say something back but that'll only make things worse. So you stay silent and look back at damian.

Damians now looking at your mother and tears roll down his face. Its real tears too. You are definitely screwed.....

Your words come out shaky but they need to be said. " so what he can say whatever he wants to me ,but I have to stay silent? " and your mother looks at you like you have three heads. And you realize that's what she expects you to do.

'Hell no' You think to yourself.

This ends today.

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[jungle-angel]

I'll be Home For The Holidays (Major Major x Reader)

Summary: Your husband has finally gotten his honorable discharge papers and at last he can come home

Warnings: Pregnancy, parenthood etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse Megs my dear, a little post-Thanksgiving fic pour vouz

The snow was falling heavily at the train station as afternoon began to give way to evening. You and two of your girlfriends were eagerly awaiting the return of your husbands as people boarded and disembarked from the trains, the front desks inside busy as ever with people purchasing last minute tickets to go home or to visit family but with the war finally being over, it was packed with soldiers and nurses returning home and eagerly awaiting families, some with little children in tow. Already it was wonderfully decorated for the upcoming Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays with garlands of pine and deep green and red everywhere.

"Do you see them?" you asked.

"I don't think the train's pulled in yet honey," Florence Kelley, one of your friends told you, dusting off her WAC hat, revealing the gold numbers of the 6888th embroidered on it. "Heard they were expecting snow Philly but nothing more."

You sighed as your baby started kicking again. Train delays in Philly meant that everyone would probably have to stay overnight somewhere before reaching the Midwest.

"Wish there was another way to reach them," you told her.

"Well, until they invent a way, I don't think we'll be getting a hold of them anytime soon," Rita Yeoh told you. "All I know is that they'd better be home before New Years."

You all had a good laugh on the matter when Jenny Ryan, the last of your girlfriends, came by with four small boxes. "Here," she said, handing each one off. "I ran up the path to the little diner and grabbed us all some sandwiches. I wish we had hot stuff but they said no deal."

Neither of you seemed to mind at all, so long as you had something to eat. Your little one kept kicking away, apparently picking his or her opportunity to cause mischief.

"Alright, you need to knock that off," you chuckled, arching your back a little bit. "Daddy's not home yet and you're already up to no good."

"That one's gonna be a heap of trouble," Florence joked.

You kept laughing and joking with your girlfriends, when it was announced that your husband's train would be arriving within the hour. You and the rest of the girls could hardly contain your excitement, finishing off your meals before disposing of the containers in the trashcans nearby.

Not long after, the train pulled to a stop and a hoard of soldiers, Army, Navy, Air Pilots and Marines, all began to disembark. Major kept shouting your name and waving to you, leaning out the window with a huge grin on his face.

You could've cried right then and there as he rushed right to you, scooping you up in his broad arms and littering your cheeks with kisses. Sure enough, your eyes grew hot and wet with tears of joy.

You had forgotten how much you had really missed him.

"Sweetheart you got so big," he said sweetly, noticing how much your bump had grown, cupping your face in his hands.

"Just a few more days," you laughed. "I'm ready though."

"Me too," Major sighed before he took you by the hand and led you inside. "God it's been too long."

You laughed again, waiting for the other spouses of your girlfriends. You were surprised to see Yossarian stepping off the train in full Class-As and his war bride, Isabella, walking hand in hand with him. Snowden, Appleby, Orr and many of the others had returned home to their girls or, like their Captain, had met a girl in Italy, only to return with her and most of her family in tow. All of them had come to greet the two of you and had promised to stop by for the holidays if time would allow.

After about an hour's ride in the car, you and Major were all too relieved to finally be home where it was warm. The dogs were the first to come through the door and greet the two of you but you were both far too tired to stay awake. Even though it was already five in the evening, it was pitch black out.

"Shit," you hissed. "I need to make sure everything's set for tomorrow."

"Ah-ah, don't you dare (y/n)," Major warned. "You did more than enough while I was away and now it's my turn."

You chuckled and shook your head as he set to taking the turkey out for the next day to thaw a little more. As soon as his hands were washed and dried, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you again.

"You have no idea how bad I missed you," he mumbled, his lips pressed against your cheek.

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder, melting into his warmth. "Think it's time we go to bed," you told him.

Once the lights were shut off and the dogs in their bed near the window, you and Major headed upstairs to catch some sleep. Tomorrow was when the real work would begin.

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You awoke to the snow falling the next morning before you went about your usual routine. Major had taken over the kitchen and his father and brothers were all due to come over to help soon, while his mother and sisters went to the store for last minute supplies.

You had been folding up some of the baby clothes and putting them in the dresser, when the smell of food cooking downstairs in the kitchen had lured you in. The radio was quietly playing in the living room while one of the dogs was begging Major for a piece of bacon from the green bean casserole he had just set aside.

"No way bud," Major chuckled. "You already had your breakfast. Go chase the squirrels or something."

He smiled when he saw you come into the kitchen, taking you by the hand and slow-dancing as Frank Sinatra's voice filled the living room. Time seemed to stop for the both of you at that very moment, the two of you forgetting all your troubles, worries and cares and the last three years.

That night had been the best Thanksgiving you two had since the war had begun. Major's entire family and yours, brothers, sisters, parents, aunts, uncles, nieces and nephews, had all showed up to the house to celebrate with you. But that hadn't been the only thing worth celebrating.

The very next day, you and Major welcomed Baby Robert after months and months of waiting, his parents thrilled beyond words to have another grandchild.

Some weeks later, close to Christmas when Baby Robert is brought home, you manage to catch a little polaroid of your boys asleep together in the wingback near the fire, the snow falling softly outside. It's a memory you keep near and dear to you both, always in your scrapbook and at the forefront of your minds.

[writingblogsandothers]

Don't You (Forget About Me)

Writer's Note: More Geta coming tomorrow, only this time he's featuring someone new in the mix!! For now, here's some Eddie Munson to fill the void! Apologies for those following who aren't here for the Joe Quinn / Eddie Munson ride, there will be more differentiated writing coming soon! Thank you all so much for the support and kind messages - you're all stars. Sending all the love X

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: Mentions of death / Mentions of injury/violence / Sadness / Mild mention of fear

Readers should be over 18 years of age. Anyone under this age, please do not engage nor read this account's work.

Cold. That’s all you felt. The sun was beating down, yet all you felt was numb. It was 13 days, 2 hours, and 33 minutes since you escaped the upside down. The love of your life was still there. Cold. On the hard ground. Next to him, a large chunk of your metaphorical heart. Eddie was the love of your life, there was zero denying that. From squaring up to Jason Carver and his cronies, to keeping tick at the woods entrance outside school while his ‘deals’ were happening, Eddie watched over you with heart-shaped vision. You could do no wrong, nor could he to you.

So, when you got so far to finishing the job once and for all with Vecna, your boy decided to be the hero. To save you and Dustin. Never one to stray away from a fight, he fought with those bats. You can still hear the crunching and swatting. By the time you reached him, he lay there gashes everywhere.

“Eddie!!!” you cried at his side.

He shushed you, “Baby, it’s okay – I won, I think I’m the hero.” You shook your head in sheer disbelief, “I told you this was going to be my year.” You tried to cover as many of the gashes with your coat, but he brushed you away. “I think we know my fate, peach. Just stay with me. If this world was ending, which I think it is, I’d want to be next to you” You sobbed into his shoulder, “Eddie, you can’t die on me – what about our plans? You’ve this big gig next month, you can’t go anywhere. I need you.” He just smirked to the best of his ability, with his last words being, “I love you baby, tell Wayne I love him too, and keep an eye on the kids.” The next thing you remember is being dragged off him by Steve – you must have blacked out from sheer grief.

Which takes us to now. Back to the cold. Back to the numb. Back to black. You sat in the school hall hearing the flurry of people, it was all too much. You rose and exited swiftly without causing a stir.

Little happened in the months that followed, you barely left the house. You didn’t want to see anyone. Not Steve. Not Robin. Not Dustin, not Nance. No one. The odd time you left to visit Wayne in the trailer, but even that still felt too painful to commit to any lengthy time period spent.

You kept looking for signs, anything, some sign your Eddie was still here, with you. The odd light flickered here and there but you passed it off as dodgy wiring.

It wasn’t until one evening your phone rang again, you managed to lift yourself off the sofa to take the phone off the wall, “Hello?” A panicked Steve rushes, “Y/N, it’s happening. It’s happening again.”

“Where are you?”

“We’re all at mine, want me to pick you up?”

“No, I’ll be over in 10.” You abruptly hung up the phone. Here we go again, this time you could feel it in your bones – this time it was to be over for good.

You sped over to Steve’s, breaking every kind of limit and driving rule known to mankind. Swinging into the drive, you bailed out of your car and straight into the house. You were met with an upset gang, with El blindfolded, sitting in front of a static television. You perched yourself on the edge of Steve’s sofa, and he took your hands in his, looking anxious.

“I see lights. Hawkins. Trailer Park. Energy – that’s where he gets it. From the supply there. Like home for him”

You gasp, all you could think of was poor Wayne, you had to warn him to get out of there in case things went pear shaped. Then El speaks again,

“I hear music. Sounds loud. From a movie. He’s coming. I have to go.” El comes out of her trance with a deep gasp for air, tears running down her face and blood peeping from her nose.

Steve asks, “El, what was the music, or where was it coming from?”

“I don’t know where it was coming from, but it was from the movie Mike and I watched last week.”

“The Breakfast Club?” Mike asked, with El nodding her head.

Your head shot up. “The ending song?” you asked inquisitively.

“Yeah, you know the one where the guy is walking out and goes,” she punches her arm up into the air. You walked out of the room. It couldn’t be him. You saw him die, he died in your arms, didn’t he? Robin gets up to follow you into the kitchen.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Robin, you’re going to think I’m insane, but I think that was Eddie playing that song.” Robin sighs, “Y/NN, babe, he’s gone. I’m sorry, but we are going to have to accept this now.”

A slight anger rose within you, “No, we can’t just accept this. That was Eddie and I’s song. We watched that together at the movies, and we had this running joke that we were like Claire and Bender.”

“Sweet, it’s a popular song, it could have been anyone.” She tried to sugar coat the idea it wasn’t possibly him.

“Oh, so Vecna has decided to branch into 80s pop now has he? Very cultured of him.” You spat with a degree of venom. Steve walked into the kitchen, “What’s going on?”

Robin interjected harshly, “Y/N hasn’t accepted Eddie’s death and is now fantasising that he is trying to communicate with her from the upside down.” You looked tore down once again, Robin tried to apologise, “Y/N, I’m sor-” “Forget it Robin, I’ll take my delusional ass elsewhere!”

You walked back into the living room, and asked “Okay, where do we go from here. What’s the plan?”

Dustin rolls out what looks like blueprints, with tiny figurines (which you recognised from watching Ed’s DnD campaigns) outlining who’s going where. He put you to the safe house, probably too afraid to lose you as well. You interjected. “I’m going to the Trailer Park.”

A chorus of ‘No’s’, ‘Absolutely Not’s’, echoed around Steve’s living room. “LISTEN! That thing and his minion bats stole the love of my life from me. I want to be there to finish what I can. I will destroy the power source if it’s the last thing I do.”

The room fell silent, and Dustin moved your DnD character – the Rogue – to the trailer park. It was finalised, you would be seeing to destroying the power source and tackling whatever came your way at the trailer park.

The supplies were gathered, and here you all were rallying together one final time, to gear up like some sort of army regiment. You were putting on the vest over Eddie’s Metallica t-shirt, that he just ‘happened’ to leave at your house, when Steve stood beside you, looking down on your sad frame.

“Hey. It’ll be okay. We’ll win this time.”

You looked up at him through sorrowed eyes, “What if we don’t? What if this is the last time we see each other?” Steve pulled you in close, hugging you tightly. He said nothing in response because the reality was, what if you were right?

Steve started up the engine to the motorhome through hot wiring, and Robin trying to make light of his new ‘bad-boy’ ways, after knowing the events that had went down with Eddie stealing it in the first place. “Steve, that was kinda hot. Who taught you how to do such a thing?”, she leant over him, fake-fawning like so many girls do. Nancy sitting as co-pilot giggled at her actions with you following suit. He scoffed, and brushed her off, “Go sit somewhere Buckley, I don’t need you through the windscreen.”

The drive wasn’t long, but it seemed to drone on forever. Steve pulled up to the trailer park. Eyes shot round to you. Tearily, you said, “Ok, here I go. Before I do, please be safe out there. I love you all.”

When Steve, Robin, Dustin and Nancy looked on to you, they did so with distress strewn across their faces. You blew a kiss and winked at them all, smirking, before jumping off the RV.

Entering the gates of the trailer park felt different, there was an eerie presence, and it wasn’t just because Ed wasn’t there anymore. You walked quickly trying to get to Wayne’s trailer to warn him to leave as soon as he could, but on your way there you heard something – almost like the trill of the wide fanged monster. Ignoring the warning, you kept going when all of a sudden you seemed to be pulled feet first into the ground – it swallowed you. Screaming, you fell with a serious crash and staring up, you could see the sky wasn’t as gloomy grey as it once was but illuminated with an undeniable red hue – a hue you had seen once too many times in your life.

“HELP! HEEELLLLPPP!”, you screamed hoping someone, somewhere would hear you. You ran to where you knew, Eddie’s trailer. Maybe you would be able to warn Wayne from there, use lights or some such. Sprinting, you approached the door, which still partially had the barricade you helped build with your beloved and Dustin and reached for the handle. Prying it open with force, you entered. It looked just like you remembered – dishes strewn across the kitchen; the ashtray, sitting on a tiny table next to the front door, almost like decoration; and a curly head lying on the sofa in front of the live TV.

You start to walk up the hallway, trying to find something to signal to Wayne when you stop abruptly in your tracks.

Reality hit you like a slap across the face.

Why was there a curly head lying on the sofa?

Turning on your heels, you slowly approached the sofa once more, petrified of what you might encounter when you move round toward the front. Tiptoeing, you walk round to the front of the sofa and stand firm. Opening your eyes bravely, you see an extremely hurt Eddie lying on the sofa. Eyes closed. You stared intently at him. This was so surreal. You hadn’t seen the love of your life since you had to leave him on the cold, hard concrete. Was he breathing? Was he alive? Was this some sick trick Vecna and his cronies were playing on you?

“Baby?” you bravely questioned.

Eyes began to open, and the curly haired boy looked directly into your soul.

Shock took over his face. He sat up bullet straight, as quickly as he could considering his condition.

“Y/N? Are you real, or is this one of those visions again?”

“I’m thinking the same thing about you.”

“What’s our safe word? We’ll say it together. One, two, three.”

Both in unison stated, “Teddy.”.

You loudly gasped and began to cry, and Eddie the same. You couldn’t believe your luck. How was he alive? He died. You saw him die, he was in your arms. You rushed over to him, taking his face in your hands. Observing all his light freckles, dirt specs, and chocolate brown irises. It was him. Your Eddie. He took your chin and pulled you in closer to kiss your pouted lips.

“Baby, I can’t believe you’re real. I thought I was going to live a long, lonely life down here and die by myself.”

“Eddie, what happened? I thought you died.”

“Sweetheart, so did I – but I came around. I’m cut up pretty bad, but I found Wayne’s trusty stash he hid from us, and it’s come in useful for disinfectant.”

You giggled at the thoughts of poor Wayne having to hide his own treats in his own home because of you two.

“Let me help you clean up. It’s the least I can do.”

Eddie lifted his shirt up and you saw just the damage those vile bats done to your boy. He was gauged at the side, large lacerations across his torso and back, but all in all – it looked to be healing quite well. You stared at him carefully thinking what was the best way to approach before his voice broke your thoughts,

“Ahhh okay, okay, I see how it is. You only offered to do this so you could ogle at me, you minx!” laughing at his own teasing.

You laughed in return, “Yeah, yeah, you wish. Now where’s this alcohol?”

You started to clean his wounds, and he winced the entire time. You couldn’t imagine how much pain he was in. Scouring the house, you found a large first aid kit – not surprised Eddie reached for the alcohol first before looking for such a thing. Taking out large bandages, gauzes and padding, you bring them over to him to pad him out.

“See, this is why I need you in my life. You’re the brains and the beauty, I’m just the brawn” he laughed. You rolled your eyes, kneeling in front of him again, taking in his beauty.

“Eddie, I’m still in shock. I’m so happy you’re alive, my heart was truly obliterated when I thought you were gone. Ask Steve.”

He raised his eyebrow, “Did Steve look after you?”

“Yeah, as did Robin and Nance. Dustin was a mess as well, but he’s on the mend. They will be delighted you’re safe. But Eds, this is it again. We’re going one more try. I don’t know how I even ended up in here, I was in the trailer park and then felt myself being dragged. Next thing I know, I’m in the upside down. I’m here to fight this son of a bitch once and for all. The power source is here at the trailer park, and I will destroy it, if it’s the last thing I do.”

Eddie looks at you with admiration and fear. Admiration for the fact you were determined to fight this and finish the fight, but fear as he wasn’t for losing you again.

“I need to find a way to communicate to the guys, my walkie has no chance. I need to let them know that I’m down here and need to find a gate. We need to fight this on our side. Not here.”

Nodding, Eddie takes your hand, “Well baby, I have a lot of lights…” Smirking, you run to the cupboard and take them out.

“Speaking of communicating, I did try to communicate with you, well not maybe directly but I was hoping in some strange way you’d maybe hear me or maybe so you wouldn’t forget about me. But I’m not very well versed in communicating from down here, the signal isn’t the best.” He teased.

You were confused, “How?”

“Well, I used to play a lot of music, it was how I got my day in. There must have been some sort of weird mind manipulation I was hoping to achieve, and I suppose it sort of worked? Just really played our song on repeat. Don’t-”

“You – Simple Minds. It was you. They all said I was crazy.”

He smirked in response, “No, but how did you hear?”

“El. She was trying to home in on any ideas of where to find Vecna, and any clues as to what his next move was.”

“Well, that makes me feel a bit better, there was some use in what I was doing.”

You giggled, sighing. Taking in the silence.

“Eddie?”

“Hm?”

“I could never forget you.”

He took your face in his large hands and planted a firm kiss on your lips. How you missed them, and him in general. He was your life, no doubts. After absorbing in the pleasant aftermath of your kiss, you jump back into business.

“Okay, I know they were headed for the Creel House. We need to get there or find a portal at the very least - something. Where’s your bike?”

“Out in the yard. There’s a basket in the front, you could perch there while I pedal?”

You laugh in his face, “Oh no sunshine, you’re cycling nowhere. You’re getting wrapped up warm, and I will cycle – I can’t risk anything else happening to you here.” Eddie sighed but knew there was no point arguing with you.

Going outside, you kept check for bats or anything else that shouldn’t have been near, but it was all clear. Mounting the bike, you rang the bell on the front, summoning Eddie to the front door. He came out in a hoodie, and a red blanket wrapped right round him and his head. Jumping up, he sat in the basket while you burst out into laughter.

“Okay, E.T., let’s get you home.”

Eddie squawked out laughter, but cried, “Sweetheart, please don’t make me laugh, it hurts!”

Taking off cycling, you cycled up toward the trailer park gates when something dragged you again. Crashing onto seriously hard ground, you open your eyes and find yourself back in the real world again. Looking round you couldn’t see Eddie and broke down crying realising it was all in your imagination.

“Sweetheart?” turning round, you saw him standing behind you, still looking like E.T. You bounced up and hugged him tightly, “Tssss, watch Sweets, still sore up here.”

“Sorry, I am so sorry.” You sobbed into his blanket and neck. Bouncing up remembering your objective for coming here. Get Wayne out. Get the power off, draining the place of any energy, or as much as you could. Then? Get the hell out of there.

“Eds, I need to get Wayne. Do you want to wait here? It might be too big of a shock for him so soon.”

“No, I don’t want to be left alone.” And that statement broke your heart. You took his hand in yours, avoiding the spot which looked like a pothole, but was much more ominous in outcome, rushing down toward the trailer. You burst open the door, not even knocking.

“Wayne?! Wayyyne!!?!”

“Girl, girl, what’s the matter?”

“Wayne, thank God – we need to get you out of here, but first. I need you to sit.”

“Y/N-”

“Please Wayne, it’s important.”

You began to explain the events of today to Wayne. He just stared at you like you had lost all marbles. “Sweet girl,-”

“No Wayne, listen I know it sounds crazy, but – Eds, come in.”

Eddie sheepishly walked in, “Hi Unc…”

Wayne looked like he saw a ghost, for his mind he was witnessing just that.

“Wayne, it’s a long story and we will tell you, but for now? We really have no time. We need to get out of here.”

He just stared at Eddie, wordlessly. You helped him up out of the chair, and in doing so, he ran over to Eddie and hugged him with all his might. Eddie cried into his shoulder. The scene was so heart warming in itself, but you were on a mission. You lifted the keys to Wayne’s truck,

“Boys, I love you both, but right now – we need to get out of here.”

You took Wayne to the local shelter to reside, meanwhile you tried to hook your walkie back in again and change to the frequency the guys were on.

“Crew Crew, this is Shredder, over.”

Static sounded the air. Eddie broke the silence, “Shredder?”, you waved him off for now.

“Crew Crew, this is Shredder, over.”

Static once more. You were about to call again, when a voice broke,

“Shredder Shredder, this is Sitter, over.” You giggled at Steve’s codename. You saw Eddie’s smirk grow hearing his friend’s voice once more.

“Sitter, this is Shredder, where are you all? Over.”

“Shredder, this is Sitter, we are all at the Byers’. Where are you? Over.”

“Sitter, this is Shredder, I am back at the trailer park. Will I pull the stop? Over.”

“Shredder, this is Sitter, confirmed. Pull the plug. Meet us at Byers’ after. Over.”

“This is Shredder, copy that. Pulling now. Over.”

You start making your way to the power banks, just outside the park. Eddie closely follows, “What do you need me to do Sweetheart?”

“Pull this plug, and I’ll do the other. The wires need cut too – I buried these earlier.”

Pushing away soil from the area, you draw out a set of wire cutters. Eddie smirks, “My, my, what a bad little bird I have turned you into.” You smirk in return, “Shut up, and get cutting Bat Boy.”

“Oh, you hurt my feelings darlin’… I might just die of a broken heart!”

“Eddie, don’t even joke about dying again!”

“What are you going to do about it sweetheart?” he says smirking

Both of you turned the power off and cut all wires connecting to the power bank. It was all you could do – it was a little job, but according to El, it was vital in the success of the group. You both made your way back to the truck.

Eddie stops, “So, erm, Shredder? What’s that all about?”

You start blushing, “Well, erm, okay – you can’t laugh!” Eddie laughs and holds his hands up in defence.

“Okay, well, Dustin obviously was there for your ‘concert’.”

“Yes, and?”

“Well, I was so proud of you, and just watched you with sheer amazement at a, your talent, and b, your bravery. So, Dustin saw how I was looking at you, and told everyone else, so now I get the codename ‘shredder’ because of how I reacted when you, quote on quote, ‘shredded’ that song on guitar.”

Eddie stares at you and bursts out laughing. “Eddie! I told you, you couldn’t laugh!!” You responded laughing yourself.

“Sorry Sweetheart, sorry. I’m flattered, honestly, that little old me could have such an effect on a diamond like you.”

You lightly push his shoulder, “C’mon – let’s get to the Byers’”

Driving to the Byers’ was so pleasant, any time you had with your boy was a great win. Stopping outside the home, you both got out and approached the front door. You were greeted by Dustin, who let out “Hi Y/N-” before swiftly hitting the deck. You rushed over to him, attempting to wake him. You shouted for Steve to come and help, which he did, but he also hit the deck as soon as he saw who was standing behind you.

“For Christ’s sake!” you shouted as you entered the house, stepping over the two fainters.

“Right, before we go any further, this is as huge a shock to you all, as it was to me. Eddie, come in.” Robin half-laughs, “Y/N, please we have to get over this, Eddie is-”

Jonathan cuts her off, “Right here.”

Eddie walks in and waves to everyone. He’s bombarded with everyone rushing to hug him, ask him how he is, what happened, anything. You meanwhile were trying to bring Dustin and Steve round. Luckily Joyce had some smelling salts which you brought to the two boys and revived them.

Everyone was catching up, but you were back with all of your favourite people, planning to prepare the take downs of all take downs. This time you would all win. This time no one was getting hurt. This time it was done. For good.

[snowblossomreads]

Day 1 - December Moon

Pairings: Sinclair Bryant and Miserableness (LOLOL)

Summary: In where Sinclair decides to step away from the thing that has hurt him the most.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Mentions of an affair, angst

A/N: AHHHH IT'S RICKMAS AGAIN YALL!! WE ARE BACK FOR ALL THE ALAN FICS!🎉🎉🎉 As always thank you to the v awesome and v talented @deepperplexity for hosting and coming up with the amazing (and very difficult) prompts💖💖💘! Lets start this year off visiting our sweet pupper🐶 (even if he is quite sad)

He didn't think it would have come to an end so soon. Truthfully, when he married her, he didn't think it would ever end with how happy he was. 

Especially not like this. 

But just like the bitter chill of the English wind during winter, his marriage had turned cold and bitter. He should have known that after the summer affair, it wasn’t going to last.

How naive was he to think that they could just go back to what they were? Pick up the pieces of his shattered heart that she had left lying on the ground. 

He waited for an apology. Anything from her that showed that she regretted what she had done. Hell, he had even asked her if it was something he had done to make her want out of their marriage. He would change, he would do it for her if she told him because he loved her. She was his wife, and he wanted to make it work.

Yet there was nothing. She went on as if nothing had happened.

At his suggestion of maybe some couples counseling, she agreed to it, yet when it actually came time for it, she was unresponsive. Dismissive of everything when the counselor tried to bring up what may have caused her to try to find someone outside of their marriage to fulfill something in her. 

Yet nothing.

He remembered afterward, she had told him she would see him at home and went off back to work without a word. Not even staying to discuss the session, or even caring to go to lunch with him when he asked.

He cried in his car that day. 

Their marriage was effectively over at that point. Not even two years in and it had imploded. Was he really this bad at love? It was embarrassing really.  Even his playboy cousin's marriage lasted longer than his, it even ended more amicably than his was probably going to. 

Yet, it took him months to decide that he had had enough. Enough of the pitiful looks that his friends would send his way when they thought he wasn't looking. Enough of the constant worrying that when she was out, she was cheating on him. Enough of the unwillingness to acknowledge what had happened, and how much pain he was in every day not having even received a single apology.

He was tired of being tired and he had enough. If she didn't want to help fix what was broken, then there was no point to this anymore.

"I need a favor," he stated plainly when the other person picked up the phone.

"A favor or a solicitor?"

He had an appointment for the next day by the end of the call.

Francis was the name of the solicitor. Older, stern looking as if he never smiled before, and extremely qualified. With how much he was charging for a consultation he better have been. 

They talked for probably no more than an hour. All his questions were to the point and no unnecessary filler words were spoken. The complete opposite of Sinclair really.

"On what grounds are you attempting to file for a divorce?" "Children?" "Prenup?" "Trusts?"

The twinge of annoyance, or more like the look of when you don't want to tell someone what a daft decision they had made, that was on Francis' face when he replied there had been no prenuptial agreement signed would have been comical if it wasn't for, well….everything else.

By the time they were done, Francis had accepted his case, and told him that he would be in contact by the end of the week on how they would move forward.  He was thankful for the speed, yet still in his heart, he was unsure. Logically, and he prided himself on being logical, he knew it was the right thing to do. There was no use pursuing something that couldn't be fixed. 

Yet in his heart, he wanted to fix it. But what could you do if the other person didn't care enough to try and do the same? Marriage was a partnership, and you were a team. But when someone didn't want to play ball anymore, then it was over

It still hurt though.

He said good night to Frances. Thanking him for meeting on such short notice, and staying later than normal to discuss the process. 

Stepping out of the office and into the crisp London air, he couldn't help but look up and notice that the sky had been awfully clear recently for December. Usually, it was dreary day in and day out but today, along with the Christmas lights that sparkled and illuminated the streets with joy, the bright moon was also shining down on them.

It was majestic. Beautiful. And he thought about rushing back to the estate just to be able to look at it from the backyard.  Bask in its light as it reflected on the river that ran behind the house.

A smile, a sad one, found itself on his lips at the thought of being more excited to return home to look at the moon than to see her. Who would have thought things would have turned out like this?

Gazing at it for a bit longer, a memory, hazy at some points yet clear at others, formed in his mind. He remembered someone he loved years ago telling him that a December moon meant letting go of things that no longer served a purpose. That it ended a cycle, so that you could start anew and fresh in the new year.

He had audaciously retorted that it was a rubbish idea and that you should start anew whenever you wanted. A calendar shouldn't dictate that. Time was a man made concept considering she was used to celebrating two New Year's in one year.

She had laughed so hard at that. 

A sigh left his lips, the warmth of it lingering with the chill, allowing him to see it as he glanced at the moon for a second longer. 

It was in looking at its beauty and remembering what his friend had told him, did he decide, that even if it was painful, even if there would be more gossip. Even if his parents were disappointed in him after wanting him to marry for so long.

He didn't care. 

It was there on the sidewalk next to his solicitor's office did Sinclair decide with finality that he had to let go of his marriage. 

For himself. For his happiness. He deserved it.

Didn't he?

A/N: Ahhh poor puppy, he didn't deserve such heart break and very much deserves happiness 😭😭😭 I promise he'll be getting some!! Anyways that's a wrap! Please let me know how you liked it and how much puppy is a cutie!! See ya tomorrow for another story!

[oncasette]

𝟯.𝟱𝗸 𝗥𝗘𝗖 𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

hi everyone! i recently hit 3.5k on here and wanted to do something as a major thank you! so, in honor of the occasion, here's a much overdo fic and blog rec list!

BALDUR'S GATE III

@libbybee — i live for their astarion fics! i live for astarion either way, but i adore the way they write him!! writes for both ascended! and spawn! which is nice because i love to engage with both sides of his character.

oh, you're hard to please by @ghost-proofbaby (astarion)

alleyway affairs by @ladylarynn (astarion)

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

@strwberri-milk — i'm so obsessed with their work and the way they write the boys (especially zayne)! such a good place to start if you're starting to delve into love and deepspace but don't know what you want to read first! also my favorite blog to stop by if i have just a little bit of time to kill and want some yummy goodness

@sylusdoll — absolutely looooooveeee their fics and everything they post. helps me get a little dose of the lads boys when i've farmed just about all i can farm in game :)

rafayel proving how beautiful you are by @astridthevalkyrie (rafayel)

what's mine by @aeyumicore (zayne)

better than the devil by @syluss-littlecrow (sylus)

a rising sun by @boobearymuch (sylus)

PETER PARKER

@webslingingslasher — writes peter parker like actually no other. the emotional damage that this blog has put me through should be STUDIED. i'm not even kidding in the slightest saying that i've laughed, cried, felt tiny, aching chest pains reading their work. you have to have to have to check them out.

nerdy!peter and video games by @webslingingslasher

something in the orange by @webslingingslasher

'is that blood?' by @bcyhoods

movies with peter by @thyme-in-a-bubble

TED LASSO

@its-time-to-write — some of the best fiction i've read in my life. nothing can compare to the way i felt last summer reading everything about jamie tartt that i could get my hands on and discovering their fics! a must read for jamie readers.

i can see you by @rqgnarok (jamie tartt)

touch deprived by @its-time-to-write (jamie tartt)

bored by @its-time-to-write (jamie tartt)

it was simple, it was sweetness, it was good to know by @beybaldes (roy kent)

TOP GUN

@gretagerwigsmuse — writes for bradley bradshaw so exquisitely and deliciously, and also has some of the best recs that they reblog

start of a silver fox by @topherwrites (jake seresin)

hey, neighbour! by @sunlightmurdock (jake seresin)

MISC.

@youvebeenlivingfictional — some of my absolute favorite fics i've read on this site! so many different fandoms that i dip my toes into, but i first discovered their blog because of their harvey specter fics! either way, definitely worth a read or few!!!

@dixonsbrat — their fics evoke a really lovely sense of warmth within me! also write for a whole bunch of different characters, namely stranger things and outer banks (but also my lovely lovely astarion)

@thyme-in-a-bubble — again, writes for sooo many of my blorbos! i absolutely adore their fluffier fics, but also gets down and dirty with some of the nastiest smut i've read. love them and their blog vibes so so much!

@ohcaptains — everyone's probably SICK of hearing me talk about their blog, but i will never shut up about them actually. i will read for fandoms i've never been interested in or, honestly, ever heard of just because i love the way they write soooo much

@bruisedboys — i love love love them and the way they write for their characters!! always a blog i can go to if i know i need a good fixing of one of my pookies

@anqeliclust — one of the sweetest blogs i’ve met on my time on here!! always so lovely to talk to and i adore everything they post!

@dameronscopilot — one of the first blogs i fell in loooovvvveee with. there’s fics that they’ve posted that i read years ago when i started my blog and i still think about them to this day

@ladylannisterxo — always seems to be right on track with whatever my hyperfixation may be!! i love interacting with them and seeing them on my dash!!

warmer than a comforter by @evieelyzabethh (spike btvs)

[laugtherhyena]

I need to have ibis taken away from me so that i stop expanding Ayame's family tree-

Quite literally the most random thing ever, at one point earlier this week i remembered this throwaway from Asoot's puppetmaster arc at the scene where Akane goes to spend the night at Ayame's house;

This was, obviously, done because back then none of us had any ideas let alone designs and character traits for Ayame's family, hence the need for an excuse to why they're not present.

Cut to present year where i went and made characters for her parents and thought back to this line like "Hey i should make that", since i wrote Bashira as a single child that means this is an aunt from Ippei's side of the family; Mai Hatano!

And hey i was actually nice this time around so she's actually alive post-tragedy :] so here's some general info on her:

-She's 9 years younger than Ippei, the parents were going through a rocky part of their relationship and the mom thought maybe having another kid could save their marriage but it really only made everything worse and the husband left around the time Mai was turning 2 years old.

-The deal is that the father as some kind of businessman that was having an affair with a coworker and would excuse him coming up late or not even back home by saying he was piled up with work and blaming the wife or being “insensitive about his efforts”, but she knew he was bullshitting and could tell he had someone else. So again, she thought maybe if they had another kid that would fix things but it only led to somewhat constantly arguing for over an year until he left with his lover and cut contact with the rest of the family.

-This ties into why later in life Ippei choose financial stability over following his music career, the family struggled quite a bit over the years with just the mom and two kids, they had to move a few times and Ippei even got his job as a waiter during his mid to late teens to help out with money. I guess this also ties into why he and Bashira planned so much to have Ayame, i think his parents married pretty young and inexperienced so he wanted to avoid that and have a normal family.

-On Mai’s side she felt like she was at fault for “ruining her parent's marriage” for a good chunk of her childhood and early adolescence. She's over that as an adult, though it did lead to her avoiding serious relationships with anyone though most of her life. At most she's had some flings/one night stands, but never a proper boyfriend or anything official.

-On top of that Mai is generally pretty bad at dealing with emotions, both of other people and her own. She has no idea how to comfort anyone or help when they're in some emotional turmoil or need someone to vent to, so oftentimes she is kinda just changes the subject or gives a pretty standard response of like “Damn that sucks” before doing so and proceeds to ignore the issue as in sorta of a “forget about it” way. (As you can probably guess, she's not the one to show her hurt to others for a similar reason. When she received the news that her brother and his family had died she didn't express much of a reaction at all at the foundation and only cried when she was back home because she did genuinely care for them, though her odd reaction gave the impression to some coworkers that this wasn't the case.)

-She is a very stubborn person so she doesn't talk to people about this problem of hers, much less seek help when it comes to it because the fact that she can't truly help the people she cares for when they need emotional support really hurts her so she'd rather ignore and forget than deal with her lack of abilities in the area. 

-Stubbornness and ignorance are notably her most negative traits (“I was never taught and I will not learn” sorta thing). This extends to circumstances other than her loved ones emotional needs because a lot of the time she will be dismissive or ignorant about certain things solely because they don't affect her directly nor anyone she cares for.

-That being said, she is very outwardly nice and shows care to others. Very chatty and outgoing, pretty much the opposite of her brother and niece since she can talk to people very easily. She's on good terms with pretty much everyone from Tsurugi's division and talks quite frequently to other foundation workers as well. Though she is rather blunt and says whatever comes to her mind at any given moment.

-Before the tragedy she worked as a personal bodyguard in Towa city, this busy and sometimes dangerous lifestyle led to her distancing herself from her brother a lot as they grew older. It wasn't anything intentional, just life bringing them in separate ways so while she did love her brother and his family a lot they didn't see each other super often, it was mostly during holidays, funerals or events like some of Ayame’s competitions or similar situations. This became one of her biggest regrets late in life as she wishes she could have spent more time with them.

-She broke her arm pretty badly when a client was getting ambushed and was set to stay out of business until recovered. Once she was dispatched from the hospital Ippei and Bashira came to drive her home and help her settle back, alongside doing some catching-up. That was the last time they saw each other.

-When the tragedy broke out she became stranded in Towa city because of all the chaos and the Warriors of hope hunting down the adults. Her arm was still broken then, but Mai is a rather reckless person and went around fighting despairs and rescuing other citizens in spite of her injury, which led to her injured arm getting broken and slashed in many other places which then led her developing a nasty infection that she just kept fighting on her own for months until she and a group of adults managed to leave the city.

-She was brought to a hospital pretty much immediately after by the group's leader and by that point she pretty much couldn't feel or move her hand anymore and the whole area around her arm gave her immense pain. When she started getting treated the staff tried to contact any family member which led to them contacting the Kisaragi foundation and upon informing them that she was in their care Rei requested that Mai should be moved to the foundation’s hospital facility, which was where she stayed for the majority of her recovery.

-There wasn't much Hikaru or any of the medical scaff could do to save her injured arm so she had to have it amputated to avoid further spread of infection, but at this point Mai couldn't even think much about the fact and just told them to do whatever it takes to make the pain stop. On top of losing her arm, she also became prone to infections out of how bad hers was.

-It was when she was recovering from surgery that Tsurugi came to speak to her, he apologized for the foundation taking so long to rescue her, alongside informing her how the place functions and most importantly letting Mai know that her brother and his family had died. It was only after he left that the weight of this information and everything Mai had gone settled in and, for the first time ever since the tragedy started, she cried.

-The thing is that unlike her brother, an overthinker who thinks ahead and carefully plans everything in life, Mai tends to throw herself into things head on just hoping that it will all work out in the end and while she's going through things she doesn't stop to think much about the details until it's over. So it was only as she was recovering in the hospital that she thought about everything she had gone through, everything she had lost, and for once tried to think of what her next course of action should be while going through these feelings.

-That being said, she never fell into a depression or took the loss as hard as someone like Keisuke did because that's just not the kind of person Mai is. Somewhat similar to her ignorant demeanor, her way of dealing with grief is mainly by occupying her mind with other things, like going places she enjoys or focusing on training and work. The last one being the reason she joined Tsurugi's division pretty much immediately after being dispatched from the medbay.

-Mai’s an action woman! She has a lot of energy and loves getting into fights, especially if it is to protect others, so it's no surprise she joined his division and not Rei’s or Teruya's. But when it comes to Tsurugi's ideals Mai is by no means a follower, she thinks he's insane, way too radical, but so far his black and white mortality hasn't affected her or anyone she cares for directly so she turns a blind eye to it, this is the guy who pays her after all. (This does change post Sdra2, especially after Keisuke almost shoots Midori)

-She was assigned to be in charge of the new members basic physical combat and self defense training, especially for those like Ryutaro and Keisuke who had no experience in this line of work before. This is part of how she ended up becoming a close friend of theirs, though Mai tends to treat Ryutaro (and Midori by extension) more like younger siblings rather than coworkers.

-The foundation provides her a prosthetic for use only during missions (by Tsurugi's orders). Mai doesn't mind that since she doesn't actually like having the prosthetic on, it feels more like a trouble to put on and use than it's worth, she much prefers not having one at all.

-On a similar vein, Mai isn't a fan of the work uniform, she finds it way too stuffy and clunky so she only puts it on right before going on a mission, alongside the prosthetic arm. Tsurugi doesn't take that well, as he sees it as Mai not taking work as seriously as she should, but she is one of his best soldiers so he refrains from picking up on her.

-Onto some more miscellaneous information. Mai’s apartment is rather disorganized and messy, but for her it’s fine because she knows where everything is, even if it's not in the right place per say. Bashira used to jokingly pick up on her over it.

-She’s also a pretty bad cook, can only really pull off simple meals which is why she's a huge fan of takeout and fast food in general.

-Back in Ippei's late teens/early 20s she was the one to keep pushing him to take initiative and ask out Bashira, though that help absolutely came alongside teasing her brother for being so shy.

-They were really close then, Ippei would even pick her up from school everyday n all. This strong care stayed strong over the years even after they started seeing each other less and less after moving out of their childhood home, and even less after their mother passed away from old age sometime around the late 2000s.

-She never spent much time with Ayame but oftentimes when she would feel self conscious about her lack of femininity her parents would mention how she's just like her aunt on that aspect

-Mai has her brother's collection of music vinyls at her place, she's not the biggest fan of classical music, but listening to it reminds her of him.

[sapphicselkie]

dsmp has been over for a while now. although there's been some resurgence (dream released the world download, a few creators went on and did some stuff recently). importantly, i don't know much about dsmp-era stuff because i never watched it. i just think tommy's neat.

but as for what has happened since dsmp:

shelby grace (shubble) explained in a stream on february of this year (as well as another stream with lexie marie that month) that she had been dealing with physical and emotional abuse from her previous partner. she didn't name him in her stream, but a lot of keyboard warriors put the clues together and guessed will wood (wilbur soot), and will did end up posting an "apology" on twitter, essentially confirming he was the abuser. multiple other women have spoken up since shelby's stream about his abusive behavior, including cosplay youtuber alicenyannya, a photographer, an ex-trumpet player for will's band, and niki nihachu.

streamer caiti (caitibugzz) alleged not long after shelby's stream that george (georgenotfound) sexually assaulted her at a party when she was 18. i don't know as much about this one because there was a huge smear campaign against caiti and i don't know what sources are actually trustworthy. both george and dream posted videos on YT to deny the allegations. i just remember watching a stream from maxggs (i cannot find the vod) that caiti cried about it to him after it happened (long before she spoke up), so i'm inclined to believe the allegation.

this one is more based on personal values but sapnap decided to sign with the kick streaming platform. now, kick sucks for a multitude of reasons, but i think tubbo does a great job breaking down why it's disappointing sapnap decided to sign with them.

dream is... well, dream. someone could probably write a book on all the things wrong with this guy. there was a leaked clip from tommy's and jack's podcast shut up i'm talking from last month where they and philza discuss not liking dream. they don't go into details of what happened behind the scenes but it's pretty telling that phil and jack both disliked dream from the start. (the clip may get taken down because it was behind a patreon paywall.)

anyone who's been online for more than a decade already knew that logan paul fucking sucks, but tommy has figured it out in a shitty way in the past couple months. he talked about it in a stream last month (he starts talking about it around the 7:00 mark), but long story short, logan put in an ad for his and ksi's prime drink during a video segment about the conflict in gaza. tommy got fed up and said that it was fucked up on twitter. logan decided to beef with him publicly and leaked their DMs (which only served to prove that yes, logan is an asshole).

to my knowledge tommy hasn't spoken in any detail about his behind the scenes experiences with these people and he may never do so, but this is the stuff that i could remember off the top of my head that is publicly available.

today is my birthday and tommyinnit has dropped a depressing banger

and i decided to transcribe the very quick, hard to read text boxes that occur between 2:50 - 3:13

#1: If you find a corner of this world wide web that has any substance at all, then please stick to it. The hundreds of millions of people that now place absolutely no value on their time, their precious time, and spend it watching soulless content designed to hold their attention is depressing. This all depressed me. There is so little substance in this mess of a world wide web. So little heart or soul or love. If you find any substance, stick to it.

#2: [something about being angry -- the text is too hard to make out]

#3: A Tribute To Minecraft, The Great Potato War, TheOriginalAce's Q&A's, Ludwig's 2020 streams, SMPLive Talent Show. This was everything to me.

#4: Status is irrational and nature is cyclical. It's attention porn. Don't get addicted to it. It's nothing. It means nothing. They are more insecure than you. But what the fuck do I know.

#5: When I was a boy, alone, this meant everything to me. I found my people. My place. All along the way I was a part of something that really meant something. This is the only good bit of this. Whatever I did that meant something, that is the only good bit.

#6: I can't watch back my old videos because everyone in them wasn't who they said they were. Do you know how bad this makes me feel. Do you know how sad I have felt all year.

#7: How could anyone possibly find out who they are when you are all immersed in this needless, self-indulgent spiral of instant gratification and distraction. This is not good for you.

#8: [upside down text] the poor 12 year old watching this sad ass video when he subscribed for funny minecraft videos. poor guy lmao I don't think I trust anyone here I don't think anyone trusts anyone here.

#9: yeah i know it's too much like bo burnham. It won't be in a year though. In a year it will be like Tom Simons. Just let me figure out what that means, ok?

#10: I used to feel like I was just doing everything wrong. That I just wasn't smart or good like any of my friends. I realise now I was the only one doing the right thing. I just wanted to have fun. What I'd do to get that back, my god. What I'd do. To have things be simple again.

#11: I just don't want to slip back into who I was. A year ago I needed you. A year ago most of my self esteem and worth and love came from you. A year ago I wasn't happy unless you were. I don't think I can ever do that again. That really was wrong. How did I possibly end up there?

[collectorcookie]

*in a puddle of my own tears* hey guys. you really weren't kidding when you all said that "looking glass" will make me cry huh

[flying-cat]

people who undermine the importance of izuku and katsuki's relationship throughout bnha because of "annoying shippers" or because they just don't like katsuki are insane because their relationship is literally so? important??? to the entire story???? katsuki is the deuteragonist of bnha. he was one of the first characters to show up. he was the first other person to know about OFA. so much of the manga is spent showing his development. if you deny his character development and relationship development ("relationship" does not always mean romantic relationship) with izuku, you are quite literally denying a massive part of the series. the manga starts with them and ends with them. you're allowed to dislike him but if you dislike him so much that you, in turn, start hating how izuku is a "punching bag" or a "doormat" for the entire series because he doesn't stay angry and vengeful at people even though a massive part of his character is that he's compassionate and kind even to people who aren't to him or used to not be, and you seriously think that that makes him weak, and you just start to dislike the main two characters of the series, i think you should. idk. stop reading, probably. read the revenge fantasy shit that you obviously want to read. there are like seven million manhwa available to you where the character gets the revenge you so desperately want to see.

[shessoft]

if you want to watch every carla scene: carlaconnorfans on youtube has 2006-2011, ellebellecp on youtube has 2012-2013, 2014 is split between thecorrieclub and dark_huntress93 playlists. akcgx has 2015-2024 🫶

MARRY ME omg thank you!!!! ahhh i'm so excited to absolutely lose my mind

[itz-pandora]

Huh. If my life was a quote, it'd be "one of those sad ones with a deceptively happy tune"

[theirloveisgross]

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