#I know the entire second episode is going to me consumed with lust but hey

[clownaddict]

I’m about to disappear for a while and binge the One piece Live Action show.

There’s a rollercoaster of emotions coming up and the carnival attendees forgot to secure my harness

[jawnjendes]

i will take your pain | shawn mendes

chapter 15/15, university au, shawn x goth oc

AN: last chapter bitch.

masterlist | playlist

A number of people stopped Shawn for selfies and autographs after the show. An even bigger number of people bought merch, and were walking around the bar wearing T-shirts with his name on. Shawn felt like he was in the clouds, but there was still something he had to do before he let himself fly. He pulled out his phone during the short two minutes he had between fan interactions, wanting to text Ann. He had lost her when the crowd moved to meet and touch him, and he wanted to make sure she wouldn’t leave so soon.

For once, she texted first.

“Meet me outside when you can.”

Shawn moved a little quicker through the people who wanted selfies. It still took all of forty five minutes to get to all of them. Some wanted selfies, others wanted a conversation, and one specific fan really wanted Shawn to take her pink cowboy hat. Shawn had a different girl on his mind, though, and wasted no time to get outside once he was free.

Ann was by the lounge entrance, arms crossed and leaning against the wall. She was almost hard to spot in the dark, because of her equally dark attire. Shawn could never miss her; She was the beauty in the dark, after all.

He approached her, a soft smile on his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but once again, she beat him to it.

“I’m gonna talk for a minute.”

“Please,” he said with a nod.

Ann looked around, watching people walk past. Then, she looked up at the sky, noticing the dark clouds. Shawn looked up as well, only to receive several raindrops to the face. Ann gestured for Shawn to follow her. She lead them just a little up the road and stopped at an alleyway.

“We doing a drug deal?” Shawn joked.

“Shut up.”

“Okay.”

She sighed quickly and looked around again, covering herself with her black denim jacket. “Um… I really loved your set. Like, I forgot how much I loved seeing you perform. You look so good, so happy. Radiant. And the songs! I don’t even have the words!” Her voice was getting higher pitched and just a little shaky. “I’m happy that you’ve been writing and singing again after… after everything I put you through.”

Shawn tilted his head. “You put me through?”

There was a pause as Ann rubbed her hands together, and it definitely wasn't because she was cold. She looked at the ground, then the sky, then at the street. When she spoke again, her voice cracked.

“I took a lot of my feelings out on you. You were just trying to help and I kept pushing you away. And not just this semester, but while I was recovering from surgery too. And you were having nightmares because of me and I feel so, so guilty for it.” She paused to clear her throat. “I thought the only option was to separate and… and I’m sorry for you pushing you away when I was going under.”

Shawn felt a sting in his throat, his heart pounding. “I told you I’d do it all again. Wouldn’t even hesitate.” He stepped closer. “And the nightmares… that’s not on you. It’s because of you why I went to therapy. I wouldn’t have gotten the help I needed if it wasn’t for you.”

Ann’s eyes were shiny under the nearby lamp post. “I… I didn’t even know post surgical depression was a thing. I didn’t even know something like that could be traumatizing. I, I thought if I was going to regain my strength and independence and ease my guilt… I thought I had to do it alone, like how I used to. I just wanted to go back to who I was before the surgery. But I’ll never be that person again. And I can’t - I can’t do it alone. I need you.”

Shawn closed the gap between them and cupped her face. “I’m here, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He kissed her forehead gently, and then her head was against his chest. His own tears fell as she cried silently.

Really, he had no idea just how deep this thing went. It wasn’t just a case of cabin fever that spiraled, or arguing that went too far. Ann was grieving the person she was before the depressive episode hit. She was mourning a loss. In return, Shawn was just angry at her and pushing for her to open it all up. If he had known sooner, he would have been better at giving her the space she needed. He would have done more for her.

“Hey,” he said softly, making her look up at him. “You know you’ll get through this, right? And I’ll be here for you no matter what. I’ll do it all a thousand times.”

Ann sniffed. “Let’s hope we don’t have to do it a second time.”

Shawn offered a grin.

“And anyway,” Ann continued, wiping her tears with her jacket sleeve, “I love you, or whatever.”

“I love you too.”

“And if it wasn’t obvious, I’m calling off the separation.”

He grinned even wider. “Seriously? You’ll be mine again?”

She shrugged. “It’s not like I ever wasn’t.”

Shawn felt his insides turn to mush. Just a minute ago, they were both emotional wrecks. He leaned in to kiss her, but Ann was suddenly smiling wide too. Their lips touched swiftly, Ann holding his wrists, sparks and fireworks setting off between them.

“Don’t make a big deal outta this when we get back in there,” she mumbled.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Shawn said back.

She sighed. “Fine.” Then, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him out onto the sidewalk, in the rain. “Might as well make it extra fucking cheesy.”

Then, she pulled him in for a deep kiss. Shawn was so consumed by all of her - her lips, her soft breaths, her scent - he couldn’t even be mad about getting rained on. His arms went around her waist, pulling her close as his mouth moved slowly with hers. They paused for a breath several times before joining lips again, Ann running her fingers through his now drenched hair. Her tongue slowly touched his bottom lip, making Shawn pull back.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, then her cheeks. He opened his eyes when he heard her shaky breath, concerned that she had started crying again.

“Baby-” He cut himself off, realizing that her jaw was chattering. “Are you cold?”

“Yeah. Aren’t you?” she replied.

Shawn nodded, now noticing the intense chill on his arms. “Let’s get back inside.”

~

Most of the afterparty took place at The Cameron House, meaning that Shawn didn’t have to play host to all of his friends and some strangers. After 2AM, everyone was pretty partied out, giving Shawn and Ann a way out. Somehow, Shawn still spent another hour saying goodbye to friends and fans who were on their way out as well, while Ann waited at the bar. After a couple of drinks, spirits were high between the two of them. She wasn’t in a hurry to leave.

Shawn didn't even have to ask her to come spend the night. Actually, Ann told him that Stella was her ride, but she took Camila home.

"I'm sleeping over at yours for the convenience," she joked when they were finally in the car.

He reached over and rubbed her arm. "The convenience being that you love me?"

She grabbed his wrist. "Shhh…"

"Nah, you love me, I heard you say it!"

"You're cute or whatever…"

He took her hand and kissed her fingers. Tonight has just been way too good, and it was definitely going to get better. Ann returned the pressure in their hands, smiling to herself.

They got back to the apartment only to discover a squeaky cat. Henry was on the kitchen counter, her green eyes wide and borderline demanding. A strange thing about her was that she didn't properly meow, she just let out tiny squeaks and mewls.

"Ooo, someone's mad at me," Shawn said as he set down his guitar case.

"Why?" Ann asked as she leaned against the kitchen sink.

"I may have forgotten to feed her before I left." He scratched Henry's chin, and she nuzzled into his hand. "Yeah, she's being cute because she's hungry. Do you want food, Henry?"

The feline mewled again, completely alert. She mewled even louder when she heard the familiar shuffling of the bag of cat chow.

"I know, honey, don't yell at me," Shawn told her as he filled her bowl. "Don't come yelling at me in a half hour when you finish your food."

Ann giggled from behind him, making him turn to her.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," she said as she stepped towards him to snake her arms around him. "You're cute with your cat."

"How many drinks did you have?" he asked in response.

"One and a half, and it barely did anything."

She clearly didn't see how flushed her cheeks were. It was insanely adorable, Shawn couldn't help but run his thumbs across the red patches on her face. Brown eyes surrounded by heavy liner never looked so goddamn pretty. Black lipstick never looked so good. How did Shawn end up with someone like Ann?

He noticed something shiny on her jacket collar. Moving her hair aside, Shawn noticed the roses pin he got for her, and smiled.

“You really liked these, eh?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” she replied. “They’re grave markings! You know me and Death are lovers!”

Shawn hummed. “I love you more than Death does. He hasn’t even taken you out yet.”

“He tried, but I wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment.”

“You’re too cute. Drunk, but still cute,” he told her, kissing her nose.

Ann craned her neck to reach his lips, and he didn’t hesitate to give back just as much. His fingers tangled into her hair, hold her close as he finally kissed her the way he had been wanting to for months. It wasn’t full of lust or a need to rip each other’s clothes off, not this time. Their lips pressed together softly, lingering when they pulled apart. Ann rested her head on his chest, actually hugging him now. Shawn wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her close.

“I really missed you,” she mumbled.

Shawn might as well have ripped his own heart out and gave it to her. “I missed you too. So much.”

Ann kissed the center of his chest, her nose nuzzling against the hair on his skin. “I love you so much. Like, I’m probably in love with you and I’m terrified.”

He practically melted into a puddle. “Don’t be. I’ll take care of you.”

The balance of the universe was restored. Everything means something again.

~

“Ann, wake up!”

Brown eyes flipped open, Annalise’s entire body jerking by the sudden noise. She squinted at the bright sunlight entering the room, and she rubbed her eyes. She had less than two drinks, she couldn’t possibly be hungover.

Shawn’s face was hovering over hers, wide awake and completely delighted. Gently shaking her shoulder, he cooed, “Ann, baby, wake up! Wake up! Are you awake?”

She reached up to push his face away, but he grabbed her wrist and kissed her hand.

“I got a message on Twitter!” he exclaimed, holding her hand to his cheek.

“So?” she grumbled, wanting nothing more than to be cuddled back into slumber.

“Ann. It’s from Bella Santiago.”

She blinked a few times. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious.”

“Shut up.”

“She wants to fly me out to Los Angeles.”

“Shawn I’m gonna kill you!” Annalise snapped as she sat up.

He showed her his phone, where he had the message open. Annalise read it, mouth hanging open. She looked at her boyfriend in disbelief. It wasn’t just a mere follow. It was going to be something more.

_____

lmao is it really over? nah. 

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[theangrypokemaniac]

Ma adopts the classic pose of a Lady by gathering her hands together, for that speaks of breeding. Look at Renaissance portraiture and you'll find many a predecessor doing alike.

When at ease, Pa puts his hands behind him, as they teach a gentleman to behave. Prince Philip also follows the rule in part thanks to the hard discipline of a naval career.

On Ma her waist is a deeper red, as that's the shadow cast by her...blessings.

In a similar fashion, the ideal build of a man is a flat stomach and broad chest, and Pa's pecs extend so much the rest of him is thrown into darkness.

I told yer it was gym in the dungeon!

Let me make a comparison with Sinnoh's version of this scene.

Original picture:

You're too far away. I can't see properly.

Instead of staring out of the French window, maybe more concern ought to paid to the demonic apparitions in the background.

What's this, a party for the Beings Between Dimensions?

I kept thinking the second one is Angela Lansbury, busy blending in to solve another society murder.

This explains why James is confined to the immediate outside: well within observing distance but not too close, in case one of the guests consumes his soul.

How bloody evil is Sinnoh Ma there?

Look at her nasty face: she's like a furious mint imperial.

Her head is imploding under its own gravitational pull.

Even Sinnoh Pa's trousers are an affront to me. Gone is the proud protuberance and in comes a material arrangement implying he's trying not to soil himself whilst also hiding the truth, both in stance and spillage, hence turning his back to the crowd.

Worry not, Sinnoh Pa, you're wearing those special pads aren't you? Very absorbant.

I know the berks who wrote Sinnoh held Team Rocket in contempt but does that extend to their relatives too? Is there any reason why Sinnoh Ma and Sinnoh Pa have suffered the Palsied Touch Of Death wiping 'em down with its slimy appendage?

Perhaps it befell the pair on this very evening, so the boy was locked out for his own good.

Too late, his head's already had the sniff of it, that's why he resembles a midget version of his older self.

As I've commented previously, every single scene of The Treasure Is All Mine! featuring James's parents was lifted straight from Holy Matrimony! because the 'artists' are too busy picking their own arses to come up with anything new.

Why not? The plot's a copy, so might as well do the same with the animation. Flaunt those recycling credentials!

Some are exactly the same pose, albeit in poorer quality, but many are reversed, as if that disguises it, and when a picture is flipped, it seems twisted and misaligned, as shown above.

Yet even that wasn't enough, as their rendering of it is even worse, and given a scowling expression.

What are they trying to say? You think a wizened old dog like that could ever entice Pa's lust?

As if! Sinnoh Ma is blatantly older than him! Why would he put up with that?

He's rich! He can pull underwear models!

Sinnoh Pa would, because he's desperate. Appearances don't matter so much when you're in dire need of a bed bath.

I tremble with the fear that one day the writers might recall Ma and Pa's existence, and reintroduce 'em, as going by this progression the third showing will be even more shrivelled:

Next thing you know we'll be dealing with Link's nan from The Wind Waker!

What is this thing in anime when anyone over forty suddenly resembles a friendly walnut?

What colour is Sinnoh Ma's hair meant to be there? Mauve?

Mauve?!

Since when was she bloody mauve?

Her actual shade somewhat depends on where you get the image.

Google:

Serebii:

Both of these match the old cassette copy I cherish.

What's up with yer screen shots, Serebii? Did you take 'em through one of those blurring toilet windows?

Pokémon T.V. Crapp:

I can't trust it. Each update produces a slightly different version of the same scene. I don't know whether I'm coming or going.

What is it, claret? Maroon? Aubergine?

Hey, T.A.P. isn't on intimate terms with exact hues and all their airy-fairy appellations. In my day reciting the contents of a rainbow was impressive. Doing it in order ranked one as a genius.

It certainly isn't mauve. Apparently Sinnoh Ma wasn't withered enough, and required something to really wash out her complexion, implying greyness but not quite.

I'll tell you of what this reminds me:

Hey Arnold!

If I remember it correctly (and that's not guaranteed) there was an episode featuring a go-kart race, though I don't believe they really exist, as I've never seen such a spectacle.

Sid (the one with a penis for a nose and a nose for a penis) called his The Dark Avenger, whereas Eugene (the grinning one with ginger frizz) had The Mauve Storm.

After a mishap they were obliged to share an makeshift vehicle, but rather than combining names to form The Dark Storm, Knobnose got well annoyed as Pubehead insisted on christening it The Mauve Avenger.

You could call Sinnoh Ma that.

Well there's some bloody mauve avenging taking place tonight, though I don't deserve this insult.

Fun fact: mauve is entirely synthetic, invented by accident during the Industrial Revolution.

Well there you are then.

God is so opposed to the concept of Sinnoh Ma's barnet He refused to even make it possible, because God hates mauve, refusing to allow it in nature. 'Twas forged from the diabolical furnaces within those Dark Satanic Mills instead, emphasis on the Satanic.

But I thought you liked purple and all it's many varieties.

Quiet you. It's the principle.

Where was I?

The reason why Sinnoh Ma has the fan surgically grafted to her person is it makes an easy flat surface to draw, rather than having to bother with her beads, brooch and folded neckline.

Her bony exterior evokes female slebs who foolishly imagine being as thin as possible adds youth, when in fact it's deeply ageing.

As for Pa, none of his colours have been followed, and that waistcoat on Sinnoh Pa has a most angry cut.

His general dodderiness gives the impression his pockets are peppered with furry Werther's Originals, as pensioners love sucking a Werther. Everyone knows that.

But they break yer teeth!

S'okay. Sinnoh Pa has none.

Now what about the physiques?

Notice on Pa little red is visible, with his blazer hanging straight down for meeting no impediment, even drawing inwards at the end of chest.

You can see a lot more red on Sinnoh Pa, and the blazer has to part the further down it goes to accommodate the belly. The shadow is absent because this area exceeds the top.

They've warped Pa from being a fella who cared about his body enough to keep it trim, to one who let himself go.

How people deal with weight tells you about their personality. He can't be busy sweating it off and also not give a toss!

What, is Ma gonna tolerate the possibility of a conjugal crushing as it rolls over?

No way, she's got standards!

Why would she touch that when there's plenty of sexy beasts ready to snap 'er up?

Sinnoh Ma would. She needs a big container to store her favourite tipple of blood.

Bear in mind that Pa is the character when James is grown up, and Sinnoh Pa a recollection from childhood, meaning the old, fat, grey, decrepit vision is the younger incarnation. Make sense to me.

Sinnoh Pa ate all the pies, man!