#IT CANT BE RIGHT. ITS UNOPENED

[batkidd]

THINKING OF WHETHER OR NOT I SHOULD TAKE THIS UNOPENED PACK OF CIGARETTES SOMEONE LEFT BEHIND ON THE TRAIN

[minglana]

i think me forgetting to reply to messages is going to be a dealbreaker with [redacted]😬😬😬

[fiveeeee]

Hello friend five, my beloved friend five, my knight in shining armor, tell me about gears ocd pretty please:3

:]!!!!! HELLOOO! glad u asked, i have many thoughts about gears ocd. in ice floes by tfv gears is shown to do some compulsions, namely handwashing is the primary one i remember in a way to like keep the site safe and get the feeling of all the horrible shit off. and like there its shown that it is something he has difficulty stopping without outside intervention.

this behavior to me makes sense for him to have developed as site director. site-19 is incredibly difficult and stressful place to live where even if u run it perfectly there is always the chance that u and everyone under u may die a horrible death at any moment. and i think gears ocd is rlly a response to that stress, his brains attempt at mitigating risk when hes already done all he can. this includes things like contamination ocd, his brain imagining that if he doesnt wash his hands right or cook his food right or wash his dishes right then he will die or get other ppl sick and theyll die and itll destabilize the site and everyone else will die.

and also he has the obsession where he thinks things he does will make ppl find him unrespectable. and that will make them not listen to him and then the site will fall apart and everyone will die. this includes compulsions around keeping spaces perfectly tidy, presenting himself perfectly well, not coming out/not having any evidence he might be gay. and so on.

he knows on some level a lot of it is irrational but also to him its always like what if u dont do it and everyone dies do u rlly want to risk it. so he does do it. i think it gets to the point that like after long enough, when the stress is bad enough, he has trouble like spending his free time doing anything but compulsions, spending hours in the shower or at the kitchen sink, until his hands crack and his skin has a psoriasis flare. and like he also struggles with food a lot, when things are worse he may struggle to eat any food that isnt prepackaged and unopened before he touches it. and even when its not at that point eating food other ppl cook is extremely anxiety inducing and he cant do it most of the time.

[darishima]

BONESY BONESY HIII BONESY

remembwr when i said this

i am home now!!!! here is a pic of both shelves

its a little messy n not well lit.. shelves are a little disorganized too especially the bottom two but its fiine ! lucky star shelf i showed you before is third down on the left. im gonna take better pictures to post here and on mfc once my sega power figure comes in and i move my toga and midari sections around

basic explanation, starting from the top on the left shelf: -combination toga and midari section, with my full ohshc manga set in the back -jiro section, with all my mha manga -lucky star section <333 -misc section, largely demon slayer, w assorted manga -another misc section, kinda where i stuck my least favorite figures LMAO im sorry guys right shelf: -mostly one piece section, partially disgaea section -yamato shrine plus kakegurui section runoff -mainly my edward shrine plus funkos lined up along my tokyo ghoul + tg:re manga sets, but my NSO section is slowly growing. plus miku -hxh section! mostly meruem, komugi, and neferpitou- theyre my 3 favs. couple misc figures next to them too -red box on the right of the lowest shelf is where i stash all my weed LMFAO isnt it a genius spot.. nobody would ever look or suspect. im soo smart.. anyway rest of that is misc manga and its kinda cluttered just pretend you dont see that

speaking of midari and toga sections! here are closeups of both !

midari section is currently cramped and messy.. usually has kakegurui manga behind it (hence the empty spot) but hunter is borrowing the first few volumes rn so it looks sad and empty :( need to move the midari section to another shelf because it and the toga section next to it are getting too large to coexist on the same shelf anymore they need more room. and speaking of toga section

wonderful angel.. also getting crowded mostly because banpresto always makes giant ass bases which take up lots of space on shelves </3 take a hint from pop up parade bp your base game SUCKS.

also just now realizing how BADLY tumblr annihilates quality... pls click on the pictures nd zoom in i promiseee they are better quality than that pls..

here is my jiro section !

gets a whole shelf all to herself (except for the dabi figure.. who is my bookend). im on a quest to get every single (non-gk) figure of jiro EVER made and so far i am missing seven out of sixteen :( most of the rest are trading figures and funkos except for the bellfine scale figure which is hella expensive.. like $100+.. but she will be mine eventually. here are the ones im missing

top 3 are trading figures, middle is still on preorder i think so it cant be mine yet , jst need to track down the other two somewhere. on the bottom are two of the funkos which are easy to buy but i dont LIKE having funkos and i dont WANT them but because its jiro i have to buy them anyway :/ im just putting it off. i almost ordered the first one the other day but decided to wait for the price to go down a bit. middle one is a gamestop exclusive thats bundled with a t shirt and i could easily buy it rn at, yk, gamestop, but i dont want the t shirt so i gotta buy th funko individually off ebay. last pic on the bottom is the bellfine scale, found it for $90 on a site recently when it usually goes for $120/$130+ so hopefully it'll be mine soon!1 anywayy sorry 4 yapping.. just love jiro will collect all her figures 4ever. wish i could do that for toga but she has too many :( 62 compared to jiro's 16 :( anywayyy more shelfies

the midari section was formerly just the kakegurui section but i had to boot these 3 figures out cause they wouldnt fit:

mary nendoroid (which i got for a STEAL at $28 unopened, they usually go for like $70 or more), plus mary and yumeko pop up parades (they are holding hands). and next to them:

yamato section! my beautiful prince yamato! the angle of this one sucks.. wtv. the big figure between the manga is the most expensive figure i've bought so far at $45, not counting the kangel L pop up parade figure i preordered for like $64 (doesnt count cause i dont have it yet). and SPEAKING OF KANGEL...!

kangel pop up parade!!! i got her yesterday!!! and the goodsmile bonus p-chan (the sad kitty)! put her in front of my nso manga + switch game, im so so happy i got her :3 and i'll be even happier when i get the kangel L figure, which is wayy bigger and imo prettier

anywayy hope you liked my yappings bonesy if you see them n read them.. ^_^ and also anyone else who saw this on their dash and checked it out,, sorry for clogging your dash :(

figures are my passion my love my light my one true joy.. would love to answer any questions u have about them ever. need to take more closeup pictures also bc its so hard to see details in that shitty ass full shelf pic i took.. will take better pictures another time <3 shldve taken a closeup of my hxh section its so good,, or my edward section,, oh well

[dragon-from-eirk]

This is kinda weird! Im kind of irked that i did this but yk im not seeing any downsides yet! If i get sick later then oh well

So about a month ago i bought some youghurt and some oatmilk eggnog. I wanted to try the oatmilk egg nog, i like eggnog and i love oatmilk so i cant see this going wrong right? And there was a bunch of kinds of youghurt i wanted to try because i avoid the shit like the plague but like what if theres a kind i like? Anyways ive discovered i dont like chobani for starters, but to second that its been like, a month, and i ate most of it in the first week but after the second i couldnt finish it all and its been in a bag in my room, including the unopened eggnog. My room is a shed, it has zero insulation save the blackberry bushes that surround my room and the furniture on the walls, and were coming into the cold season, it hasnt been above like 60, which is great cause i fucking hate the heat, but its also great, cause it gets down into the 40s and 30s in the night, which, first of all, ten out of fucking ten [10/fucking-10 if you will] because i like cold, but also its like, fridge temperature in here. I opened some of the youghurt today. Its coconut youghurt. It has zero mold, it doesnt smell weird, it doesnt taste weird, its totally fine. I feel weird eating youghurt i bought a month ago, but its unique to learn that my room is cold enough that i can keep my stuff refridgerated. Also, the oatmilk eggnog is phenomenal, its jot quite so strong as normal eggnog and its also got that oaty flavour and texture that i love, so like, 10/10

[ihavenothingtodo10220]

thats what i mean wnd its like with every new interest id have in something i dont want to fully commit bc its just going to make me want to spend spend spend on it be it kpop, some random clothing brand or idfk a bag or some other accesories. heck even tarot has become ridiculous in that there is an overconsumption of card productions bc apparently ppl cant just make do with a small amount and even if someone new was going to get into tarot they wouldnt know which card deck to buy bc theres simply, too many. i find that even with youtube as societies main form of entertainment, its almost too much to watch to browse i dont know what videos i want to watch half the time its just junky videos that people use other people for money and baiting people into buying more junky items :(

for exampke i used to watch a really lovely guy who did nice drawings of his explroring slowly he became less about drawings and more about promoting his art haul supplies most of which he was sent for free and he was always saying to his followers oh but look such and such an item is so so great buy it bc he said so (not in those words but thats what they imply). them the same hypocrite uploaded a nother video titled something like maybe he has too many art supplies and it was like draws full of unused unopened supplies some of it very expensive like caran d'ache expensive, then when i commented that i bought the travel palette that ppl were raving about i realise it was just a trick of the algorithim telling folk to need it in thier lives cause the items the youtubers have wouldnt make no difference to their drawings and it didnt even try to improve mine so i stopped watching his channel and many others who have sadly turned into the consumerism route. its not just america thats lost its plot, its every country sadly.

Exactly. Everyone’s just losing it, tbh. Everyone’s just hyper fixating on shit and for the people who have a lick of success that becomes money and power and fame, and frankly they stop caring about the people on the bottom of the ladder who’re contributing to it. And this is coming from someone with major hyperfixations who pours my heart and soul into shit only to either get burnt out or find something else and shifting all my attention to it and then the cycle continues. But at least my hyperfixations don’t directly harm or even really impact others like most of those youtuber’s are. Honestly, it’s just getting sad ATP. It feels like we were making so much progress then everything just went downhill again. Even with things such as laws that give people more freedom and rights being overturned. Like it’s just sad atp.

[chernozemic]

codename-freya asked: "Kurotsuchi-taicho. I heard you like sweets, happy christmas," Kaisa held out a box that had candies in it for him. Nothing she made. They're all pre-packaged and unopened.

@codename-freya ／ unprompted ／ always accepting.

It was almost as if the girl had been spying on him... No remark's given (though, it would've been more than warranted. deserved, practically... an obligation, almost.) upon the potential-- at the very least, one of a verbal nature. In its place, however, remained an expression that did most of the legwork otherwise.

To say that it hosted "disbelief" might've been mere hyperbole. On the other hand (for most people, anyway. mayuri understood not everyone had more than, at minimum, four hands to spare.), however? This wasn't a look that gave off what most might've come to expect when presenting a gift: appreciation. It's in somewhat of a limbo state, instead; it's left him incapable of settling on "how" he should "feel" currently.

Gifts had never been part of the "mission statement" within his division-- this wasn't to say it was prohibited (as long as it didn't distract his subordinates then he couldn't care any less.) but, rather, Mayuri was more than content to be excluded. This was done on purpose, it being a necessity almost to repeat every year once the calendars were flipped to December.

As such, to "receive" and to "give" were things Kurotsuchi Mayuri never found... imperative to study.

One, low hum's eventually returned towards the gesture. Head tilted, eyes panning down at the offered item (common sense informs him she spent... money? on him. how odd.) before slowly extending one of his hands. With its palm facing skywards, he's silent in his demand -- requests were simply not part of the Twelfth's modus operandi -- for her to hand the box just so.

"That I do," he confirmed after a few more seconds of silence, fingers bending and snaking their way over the package's edges to ensure a secure grip. "It's almost... creepy, wouldn't you "say", how fast--"

Eyes jerked away with the immediate pause in his speech. Lips thinned, forming a small but straight line. Thoughts circled and circled (not a rumor. not a piece of gossip. not an urban legend.) before coming to a sudden stop, allowing for him to return his gaze back unto her. Another hum to denote his mild amusement in regards to the situation touched the open air.

"--word travels. Not that I'm particularly offended."

A shrug's offered -- not quite helpless, not quite exasperated -- in line with his statement.

Bringing the box of candy (his nose picks up a few familiar scents.) closer to his face, his head cants once more. It's a steeper tilt, eyes going half-lidded for a split second only to blink out of it. A corner of his lip twitched, unsure whether to frown nor to smile. As far as he was aware, he's feeling no different than what he was before she's so bravely interrupted him, but... he supposed there was no exact reason, either, to stick to his strict schedule day after day.

Variety was the spice of life, after all.

"Nonetheless, this "gesture" has been..." eyes rolled, first up at the ceiling then flicking down to Kaisa, "...duly noted."

Mayuri remained still for a few, idle seconds. His gaze's since averted, adjusting its attention back onto the present. Head tilted opposite of its previous direction (he thinks about bowing his head as... that was the appropriate form of gratitude. however, he was a superior above all else.) right as he turned his back to her. Opening the box first -- she absolutely didn't need to see him "enjoy" his gift, now did she? -- and plucking one of the delicacies out, he gave her a halfhearted wave.

If Kaisa were to, perhaps, squint, there might've been a small, pre-packaged (now that he thinks about it... the lack of supposed effort was slightly comical.) mint pinched betwixt index finger and thumb. She would've had to be quick, however, as it's already gone. Plastic's been disposed of to... somewhere. Most likely. Popped into his mouth with an unceremonious crunch, the sweet's disappeared into the metaphorical aether.

"Perhaps, I should follow in your "footsteps"... and share with my fellow man, heh," he offered in a slightly jovial voice, lowering his arm in the midst of his pondering. "It'll be fascinating to see their "reactions" to their captain "suddenly" displaying goodwill. A most fascinating experiment, inde~eeed..."

Without waiting for any further input, Mayuri's already begun his route back towards his division. For what it was worth, Kaisia, this could be considered a "mission success".

[alinmenttreasure]

PHANTOM

Amitys hero.

Thats all it said. His logo was carved into the gray slab. Someone even styled it in the shape of his logo. How they managed that was beyond him. But there it stood.

It didnt seem real at first. He laughed playfully at it, in the beginning, joking with Sam and Tucker about it. How a whole town had turned from hating him, to making this tiny monument.

It was smooth to his gloves. He couldn't feel chips or dents. But that would change soon, he fully believed. His roges loved to chaos chaos around town, and he forsaw this place being another casualty.

That thought made his heart ache. Or maybe it was his core? He couldn't tell the difference.

The stars watched him from overhead. The ones that could see through the thousands of lights and street lamps. Watching him trace the ingravings ever so delicately.

He let out a cold breath. Wipping around with his hands alight to see, Youngblood.

His prostecic hand, was just a hand. His prostecic leg, was a peg-leg. Instead of floating over to Danny and blasting his head with a cannon or skeleton head, he waddled over to a grave near Dannys.

Plopping down on the grass he couldn't feel, Youngblood glared solomly at his own tint tomb. "Cant believe it took those dumb adults this long to make you one," he grumbled.

Danny floated inches away from his own, watching the spirted ghost become so melancholy.

"Did they forget your 'day' as well," the child questioned. Looking at the taller specter with a tired expression, he rubbed his hand over the bumps and curves of his prostecic.

He wasn't sure what to say, but his mouth worked faster then his brain, "I never told them." Gently toeing the flattened grass, Danny stood. Rubbig his own arm nervously.

Youngblood gave a confused glare, "You... what? Whadda mean?"

Danny crossed his arms and refuted, "It-its not like i WANT them to know! Then they would look deeper... and m-maddie and jack would see... but they couldn't know... but its so hard and... they might SEE... they might do..." He dropped to the ground, staring at his headstone.

"They might realize who i am. None of you rat me out for it, but im ready to find out, if Phantom is more important, then Danny," he confessed. He could see the cards and letters stacked in front of him, but he wasn't in a mood to read them right now. They paled in comparison to the looming hunk of rock in front of him.

Youngblood pushed himself up and trotted over the half-dead-child. Noting the fresh flowers, unopened letters, and the tears dribbling down his face.

"Were you ever planning on getting a grave," he asked in a sarcastic, but gental tone.

Danny took in a deep breath, and shook his head. His left hand was glowing under its glove.

Youngblood turned to his grave, it small but sturdy frame standing despite the decades. The words so faded it was hard to read them, but he remembered how his father pawed over it. How his mother sat next to it. He sat on top and watched them.

Youngblood looked to Fentonworks, the painful gleam of the shield illumating the street it layed on. Seeing the adults holding a weapon to the windows and laughing to eachother. Seeing the sister sitting at her window. Facing the graveyard. Watching them from afar.

He glaced back at Danny. Sitting on the dead grass. Almost engulfed in paper and rotting plants. A small thought crossed his mind, "How long has he actually been dead for?"

He kicked a loose pebble down the dirt path. "Im not ganna play with you here," he admitted, "Its not very fun. My ship doesnt fit well."

Danny stared at the carbed marble.

"I dont... i know the other wont play here ether. Its the only rule those adults made that i agree with... that and Christmas presents," he noted.

Danny sat there for a while, and Youngblood flew off to the Ghost Zone. At some point he fell asleep. Jazz walked down to the cemetary. Upon opening the gate, and walking down the correct path, she saw her baby brother curled up by his grave. Papers and plants encurcling his small, ungrowing form. She gently picked him up, and carried him home.

It seems that he was ok with this gift. She just hoped it would help.

Danny gets a bit more sleep now.

Youngblood says hi when they next meet.

thinking about the town putting together a memorial for phantom after finding out he doesn’t have a grave

thinking about people occasionally leaving flowers and dropping off thank you notes that make danny cry

thinking about it leading to other ghosts having some sort of recognition and respect too, and being less hostile because of it

THINKING ABOUT GHOST FRIENDLY AMITY PARK

[kraviolis]

i love codywan. its so delightful and good. i understand the appeal immensely and the two of them compliment the other nicely. very good 10/10.

rexwalker... scares me. it just feels way too chaotic. theres no way in hell either of them would be on the same page about the true nature of their relationship. either rex would fall in love while anakin thinks its just a fling or it would be the reverse. and theres no fucking way either of them could keep it secret either, the only reason anakin and padme's secret lasted so long was bcus they didnt live together most of the time and the ppl who did notice kept their mouths shut.

imagine trying to keep a secret while living on a single ship with a thousand other people who are desperate for new material for the clone gossip mill. i think rex would sleep with anakin ONCE and not even an hour later he gets a message from cody asking if the general's wife knows about this

[hazgoldenstyles]

Ooh what about Harry’s daughter graduating high school and moving out of state for college🥺 like a mix of angst and fluff:)

A/n- this is so cute!!!! thank you for sending something, and I hope you love it as much as I did writing it! Btw (it kinda turned sad idk i was just letting my mind flow and do its thing) sorryyyy

Warnings- death, mild cursing, ANGST! (Its just sad tbh)

Word count- 622 (not too long ik ik)

Bambi

It's always been them two.

They were inseparable because he was the only one she had.

2004, then.

"C'mon, push sweetheart its okay”, Harry whispered calmly to his crying wife, as he's sat behind her on the hospital bed wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"I cant, it hurts so bad Harry", Y/n cries gripping his hand tightly.

Harry hates how he cant do anything to help his wife's pain other than speaking encouraging words into her ear. His eyes start to water, but he knows he has to be strong for her and he knows he'll get teased for it when this is all over, even telling their child when they're older.

The doctor looks at me, "she has to push because the baby has been in there for too long, it's getting dangerous"

I start to worry but Y/n's not listening to what anybody has to say.

"Baby, you have to push for me... don't you wanna see our baby" I question, "who's gonna look just like you I know it. C'mon baby you have to... for me please", I beg with misty eyes, kissing the top of her head.

She looks up at me with her brown, almost black watery eyes, "for our bambi" she whispers.

Noir.

All of a sudden she screams with her head thrown back while she pushes, the people around us encouraging her. I feel so proud of her, more than ever right now. I start to hear loud crying and I smile.

I look down at her "sweet girl, you did it" I coo, kissing her forehead numerous times.

She looks me in the eyes and smiles "you know I love you right" she says sniffling lightly, I nod my head.

But then we hear fast beeping, so I look up at the doctor.

"Why is it doing that", I panic, "It wasn't just doing that... I-Is she okay", I stutter.

I look at her, "baby hi, what's going on hm" my voice quivers, "whats going in inside that body of yours", I question with tears streaming down my face.

She looks at me dazed "I'll be fine Harry, just let them take care of me", she says stroking my eyebrow.

It gets faster.

"CODE BLUE", the nurse yells

And faster....

2022, Now.

“Dad!”, Noir calls out to harry, running up the stairs to his room. Harry looks up from his computer while laying in his bed.

She walks in with an unopened envelope, “i got my application back from Harvard” she says excitedly going to sit next to him.

“Thats great baby, lets open it. And remember its okay if they didn’t except you, it just means that there are wayyyyy more opportunities open for you” Harry carefully explained while brushing her hair back from her face.

She looks at him with a sad face, “Do you think mom will be proud of me?” She questions with watery eyes, looking at her father for reassurance.

He gives her a sad smile, “how about this, open it and we’ll talk about that” She looks down at the envelope and starts to open it.

She starts to read aloud “thank you for submitting your application… you have been accept-“ she drops her head onto her fathers shoulder.

“Da-ddy, i did it” she cries. He hugs her tightly kissing the top of her head.

“Mama would’ve been proud of you either way. But now think of it, you’re going to Harvard Bambi!”, he coos wiping her eyes.

“Im gonna miss you Noir.. so so much. You’re my baby girl.” He grabs her hand rubbing her knuckles, thinking of where time went.

“My sweet sweet Bambi” he whispers hugging her with watery eyes.

A/n- soooo i hope y’all liked it and make sure to send me more requests!!! Reblogs are much appreciated!!! Bye lovliessss💗

[ithinkthereforeidread]

the collected poems of todd anderson

christmas day of 1959.

ao3 link here

He knew this day would come. He’s been dreading it, sure, he’d never really enjoyed Christmas much beforehand, his multiple unopened desk sets epitomised such. At his house, fires weren’t warm, hugs were stiff and silence was punctured by the sounds of laughing children in the house next door. It’d always been this way for the Anderson family. Todd grew to accept it.

But this year was supposed to be different.

He was supposed to spend his Christmas at Welton, with all the Dead Poets.

 Usually, the boys would go home to their families for Christmas, but through the efforts of Neil he assembled a complex string of falsities about a gargantuan Latin group project that all the Dead Poets needed to finish.

“Serious business, I care about my education father, why else would have you sent me here?” said Neil over the phone, holding his index finger to his mouth to silence Todd from his chuckling, although all Todd really saw was the wide grin that hid behind it, and the way Neil’s eyes crinkled up all the way, a complete oxymoronic action when Neil was usually on the phone to his father. Todd stifles back laughter and Neil smacks him lightly, only causing him to laugh more.

“Well, that was quicker AND easier than I expected...” Neil states after placing the phone back on it’s cradle and ending the call. “But hey!” Neil squeaks, “We’re all spending Christmas together! The biggest concern was just getting my father to agree, everyone else’s parents seemed fine with it.”

Todd and Neil start to walk, side by side, Neil bumps him playfully. “I’m so glad you told me, Todd.” Neil turns his head and looks towards the shorter boy. “My Christmases at home aren’t that great either, I’ve always wanted to spend them here, but I could never work up the courage to ask my father, ask Charlie, in our first year he almost called up my father himself. It was hilarious, he had to look up at the phone, he was so short.”

��You and Charlie have been friends for ages then?” Todd queries “Oh yeah, we met in our last year of preparatory school, he was a pretty mischievous kid, obviously not much has changed.” Neil laughs, “he was just always so confident and sure of himself… I always wanted to be like that, nothing ever got to him.”

“Has that changed?” Todd’s questions were always short and straight to the point. Startling upfrontness in the most unexpected of moments. It was something Todd was known for.

“Not really… I mean, I try to get him to open up… he just isn’t an emotions type of person, I think?” Neil scratches the back of his head. “During our 9th year he went through something really big and not great, but he didn’t tell me a single word about it. To this day I have no idea wahat happened. I tried asking but it didn’t lead anywhere… all I know is some kid had been expelled but it didn’t look like him and Charlie fought or anything because they spent so much time together ....” Neil trails off.

“You know people stare at us sometimes.” Todd blankly states, an unconscious switch being flicked immediately. “When we’re walking to classes, when we go into our dorm, when we exchange smiles in classes… They bump their friends with their shoulders and snicker under their breaths… Have you noticed that Neil?”

Neil’s walking pace slows slightly, “Uh… no, I-uh I didn’t… Do they think we’re-“ “-Maybe.” Todd interrupts before Neil can say The Word. “Bu-but we aren’t, I mean, you were talking about that girl from-“ “-Yeah! Ginny, from the play, wow, I mean, she’s just great.” “Yeah, I’m sure she is.”

God.

This got awkward.

Nice one Todd.

Did it again.

~~

Ink splatters dried on the paper he cradled so delicately, he stares at the contents once more.

“what wouldn't i give to love myself as feverishly as I love you? what is the opposite of amnesia? that is what you are. sometimes i cant find my way around my memories. i have to take detours… i think you were the best one.

little fragments of joy pepper my vacancy i didn't know that i should want to be hopeful or that being hopeful meant giving up some intrinsic part of me.

last night i had a dream that we were breathing underwater flying high in the sky, arms outstretched, laughing, smiling, hugging, bodies pressed onto one another. it didn’t last long. piece by wretched, fragile piece i throw out every hated qualm of thee your impenetrable stare fixed onto me

i have hoped for love that is beyond you being caught by me or me trying to slip through the cracks. they read me, you, us, with their glacial eyes and think they know but they don't

and it seems neither do we.”

“Wow, Todd. This is so… different. But good! It’s just, I’ve never seen anything like this in our English class, in the poems we’ve studied… I just… wow.” Neil looks up at Todd, eyes so soft, Neil knows how big of a deal this is to Todd. He doesn’t just share his work with anyone.

“I-I’m glad you liked it.” Todd smiles, it’s almost as if he’s had to completely remove himself from himself in order to let Neil observe and compliment this part of him, he takes the page out of Neil’s hands and places it in his book. “What-er, who was it about?” Neil gingerly queries. “I- uh, well.” Todd’s heating up now, he should’ve expected Neil to ask him this question. Dammit. Why was he so stupid for letting him read it. “Well, I-I don’t think you necessarily have to go through something to write a-about it, it-it’s fiction for a reason.”

Neil’s lips downturn slightly, “I guess, but everything that we produce in art- whether that be acting, or poetry writing, painting- whatever… it… subconsciously shows something that you might not necessarily want to show or see, right? Like how Keating got us the other day to choose a poem we liked and recite it… It tells you so much about a person. When Charlie was reading his poem… wasn't all you could think about was how bleak it was?” Neil continues, “The academically and poetically rigorous selection made by Cameron or Knox’s complete devotion and enamoration with the simplest emotion of the human being, love? We hide these parts of ourselves, maybe we view them as flaws and faults of our cognitive machine, but art reveals them all.” Neil delivered a love poem to the class himself. He takes a big breath and lets the words he just spoke sit in the air of their dorm for a while.

“Into the meadows dawn..” Todd clicks his fingers, a vague ritual to jog his memory. “flashes my faun.” Todd recites “O Hunter, snare me his shadow… O Nightingale catch me his strain. Else moonstruck with music and madness, I track him in vain” all they’re doing is staring at each other.

“You- you remembered my poem?” Neil questions. “Yeah- I went to the library after you said it- wanted to see if there was more… Oscar Wilde…” “Yeah.” “I notice them staring now that you mentioned it.” Neil breaks the trajectory of the conversation, “God, they’re all so stupid, it’s as if Judy Garland and President Eisenhower just strutted into the school, arms interlocked!” Todd chuckles. Then more silence.

“Has anything changed, Neil?” “What do you mean?” “Between us. What this is. Our comradely bond, as Keating puts it.” Todd chuckles, “ Our co-dependence, attachment at the hip.”

More silence…

“I-I think…” Neil finally states, “that it was never anything it wasn’t already… perhaps we ignored it, suppressed the feeling… but… it was always there.”

“For me, at least.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

~~~

The wind pierced Todd’s skin in tiny microscopic ways, embedding itself under the protection of his coat and completely evading the rest of his physical form, though perhaps the wind wasn’t the cause of the spine-curdling ache he felt, but simply an additional symptom.

Bells rang, green and red Christmas themed paraphernalia adorned the streets he’d previously been driving through, staring out the window at lights and snow that trickled onto an already naturally bleached layer of the ground. His footprints leave indents and obtain a slippery consistency to the outer sole and toe cap. He treads more carefully.

His hands clutch the leather cover of the journal he is hiding underneath his jacket, minimising any further damage that may soon come its way, finally, through minutes of soul-searching and carefully treading through stones and flowers, he makes his way to Neil.

He looks at him with a certain sense of fragility, his stone head protruding from the ground and covered in snow. Todd wipes some away to see the carvings made into him. His full name. Aged 17. Dutiful son of Tom and Susan Perry.

The newness of it all sends a pang to Todd’s stomach as he looks at the other stones weathered with age and the constant bombardment of the elements. That’ll be Neil one day. Flowers not fresh and carvings unreadable. Forgotten to the world and all its inhabitants, rotting in satin lining and cherry oak wood. Todd stifles back a sob and covers his mouth, forcing himself to get it together for just this moment.

“Merry Christmas Neil.” Todd whispers, the words can barely come out. “You-you’re not here physically but you’re here with me, and Charlie, and-and all the other Dead Poets.” he continues, “though- though Charlie isn’t here technically either. He left. Had to. He’s not graduating, at least he’s not at Welton” Todd looks down, brushes his emerging tears away with his shoulder

“I just wanted to come here and give you your gift, I’ve had it in the making for a while now, you’ve seen some of it already. I wish I could’ve given it to you earlier… if I had known this would happen.” he pulls out the journal, and opens it up.

“Here, I’ll read you some.” Todd, though already cold and miserable, situates himself next to Neil’s cold headstone and leans his head on it, opening the journal's contents to its first page.

“Dear Neil,” Todd’s starts, but adds an offside, “It’s dated on the 7th of a while back, my-my birthday.”

“I hope this book finds you well,” Todd’s breath hitches, “especially considering that I’m probably too anxious to deliver it to you. What you’ll see here is what we spoke about the night we first kissed. About freeing ourselves from any subconscious fear or dichotomous dread of both working with and against the grain or being liked or disliked. The people I look up to the most are inspirationally unpopular. So, here’s a suite of poems by yours truly. Hopefully you’ll find your own meaning and reverence in the words my brain has conjured up, words mostly pertaining to you. Every inch of your being alive has me transfixed and enamoured, and I’m truly gobsmacked on the good deed I must’ve committed to have deserved having you in my life.” Todd’s face is red and stuffy from the cold and his breathing is short and punctured.

“You’re sleeping right near me at this moment, and as a sweaty toothed madman once said. We were together. I forgot the rest. Consider this journal a detachable limb of my own self, something you can always carry around and know that I am with you, always. You can suck the life force, the bone marrow out of the words I have written in here and I would applaud and encourage you to do so. Without you, I have no idea where I’d be right now. I owe you so much Neil, you’ve taught me that sometimes the world can be good. That a person’s smile can brighten an entire room. A performance perfectly acted can be a person’s ultimate achievement and their triumph. You are the word phenomenal incarnate Neil, I hope my words do you some sort of justice.

You deserve the world, Neil. I’m brainstorming ways to give it to you.

With love, Todd.”

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i hope you guys enjoyed!! its fucking brutal honestly but needed some angst and tragedy in my fictional life to reflect my own.

just a preface that some of the poem todd read's is borrowed from pete wentz old emo livejournal posts because i need to somehow tie my two big interests together and MAN does that man write some gay ass shit. hope your heart doesnt hurt too much <3

creds to @neilscrown on tiktok for posting the headcanon "Todd definitely bought Neil a Christmas present and he never got the chance to give it to him so he would sit in his once shared room and stare at it" it tore my HEART OUT and inspired this rambling

[striderman]

ADDITIONS:

- the fucking knife and scraping sounds at the start of a little place called trust

- "please hang up and try your call again. please hang up now, this is a recording. please hang up and- BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP"

- the walking and stair sounds at the start of god bless your black heart play at the end too!! if you decide to listen to the album more than once in a row you get a nice loop

- THE FIRST 9 MINUTES OF THE UNOPENED EMAIL TO GOD. the last 30 minutes of the unopened email to god ("i hate the sun. the sun.. is uncontrollable. unforgiving. the sun.. you cant shape and sculpt reality..)

- AND THE MACHINES ARE WINNING EP. JUST. THE WHOLE THING.

- "IM PART OF THE SUN! I MARRIED THE MOON; MY BROTHER THE COMET!!"

- "and i was somewhat tickled by your gauge of your ticker tape parade"

- the end of at the other end of the leash

- THE END OF NOW WE JUST SLOWLY CIRCLE THE DRAINING FISHBOWL

- "you dont want your stitches sewn, cause then youll have the big unknown, you dont want the cancer healed, you have no answer to how do you feel"

- (this is from johns other project the nighty nite but. im so normal) "A BODY BAG!! I REQUIRE A BODY BAG!!"

- (the same nighty nite song but) "WE'RE GOING DOWN WITH THE SHIP. YOU COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL. WE HELD IT RIGHT IN OUR HEADS. ITS A TRUTH THAT WILL SLIP THEOUGH YOUR FINGERS. A BEAUTY THAT WE COULD HAVE HAD. SOMEDAY THIS COULD ALL BE YOURS. BUT YOU CHOSE TO STAY ON ALL FOURS. WHERE ENLIGHTENMENT THAT NEVER LINGERS. AN EXISTENCE WITH NO POETRY. (a body bag. a body bag. a body bag. i require a body bag)"

i probably have more but god my brain isnt working ANYWAYS i love the paper chase and john congleton <3

some of my favorite paper chase moments include

the paraniod guy ranting and crying about aliens

the screaming during this is a rape (the flood)

"he's got the whole world in his hands :)"

the guitar solos

when john just screams into the mic

the creepy fucking music during "whats so amazing about grace" (it gives me chills every time, its so awful /pos)

the knocking during "you are one of them arent you"

"go ahead my friend scream all you want to"

"the most important part of your body is the one that currently hurts"

"whats it to you my sweet bijou"

the drums in the chorus of "we know where you sleep"

the mix between screaming and singing

all the paranoia inducing titles of "now you are one of us"

[i8jisoo]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ skz with pregnant!reader 

hyunjin x reader | part four of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff

↬ warnings; pregnancy, lots of cursing (i have a streak), birth, n kkami bein a meanie

↬ notes; ok this might be my fav in the series | 1.5k wc

u and hyunjin actually were broken up when u found out about the pregnancy

u waited (stalled fuck off) until five months since u really didnt know what to do with the news

u kinda feel like ur insane, playing your ex-boyfriends music constantly and watching interviews of him but it kept u company and gave u a reminder that u still needed to tell him

u got this rly cute popped out bump, just rly kinda like those movies but u know its gonna get bigger and grow to have stretch marks

one day ur just sitting on the sofa of your apartment n the next thing u know ur door is being opened and hyunjin is barging in

ofc ur in a sports bras and a pair of basketball shorts cause they r comfortable and shirts r overrated

ur there with set out marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate, as well as peppermint sticks on the side just eating them together

ur in the middle of eating a smore u had put together

u swallow ur smore slowly, sucking on ur fingertips n just staring at him

“oh my fucking god- and it’s true?” 

ur honestly so confused until u remember u dont have on a shirt n ur bump is showing

ur standing up in a millisecond, hyunjin getting more upset by the second just looking at u

“why— how? how could you just not tell me?”

baby boy has those angry tears and the strained voice hes just so upset and the guilt is setting in for u

“i’m five and a half months.” 

fuck hormones cause next thing u know ur crying and u cant do anything to make it stop

u guys really can’t be mad at each-other, ur relationship was filled with nothing but kindness and it ended only because u two felt it was going no where

ofc u two argued about it and in the end hyunjin was the one who walked out

“we can try again. you can move back in right? we can stay together and put back the pieces.”

u agreed n by the next morning he was there to help u pack ur things up n take them back to his place

he ends up seeing the box of baby stuff, with unopened bottle packages and sonograms, as well as a disc that was labelled as your 3D ultrasound

u find him just sitting there, staring at the black and white sonogram with tears freely falling down his cheeks

he doesn't even notice u next to him until ur thumb swipes the tear away from his cheek

u two just smile at each-other, his arm wrapping around u n pulling u in to his side

“that’s our baby?” he asks, not removing his eyes from the little white blob that barely was the size of a jaw breaker n u just whispered, “yea, it is.”

ur relationship doesn’t exactly get back into what it was at first,,

ur both nervous and cautious around each other

at first he insists he can just sleep on the couch so u can take his bed but u insist u both can sleep together

hyunjin doesn’t mean to but he somehow always winds up with his arm around u n ur bump every morning

he will talk to the bump n tell them how they r gonna have the best mommy n daddy 🥺

“did u know ur mommy is one of my favorite people to be with? i know ur gonna hear the story one day of how we became parents but i have always loved her, even when we weren’t together i loved your mommy. i hope one day you will love someone as much as i love your mommy, i hope you get your mommy’s personality bub.”

ur fake sleeping wbk but u dont move so u can let him talk

around eight months u two are way more comfortable n are getting closer

he lets u borrow his clothes because u used to do that even when u weren’t pregnant and he figured they were more comfortable & better looking than ur maternity outfits 😣

he rly goes the whole nine yards, buying anything u can think of for the baby n he’ll sometimes wake u up from ur sleep (if he’s rly excited) just so he can show u what he bought

hyunjin is in love with u and kkami cuddling together

also when ur due date got closer u both def went out for walks with kkami or played in the dog park with kkami

(u couldn’t really be as active as hyunjin but it was fine with u just watching)

something within hyunjin changes n he just gets so shy n flustered around u ^.^

he’s crushing so hard on u and u can guess he is but then again u two were just living together for the pregnancy

it’s probably three in the morning n hyunjin had just came home

ofc u were crying

a rly cute dog ad was playing with a baby in it as well :(

u explain n hiccup while doing so

hes so s o f t at this moment

he presses a soft kiss to ur lips n ur like wow thats um—

he doesn’t even care how shocked u r this man goes back in for more kisses

“i want you, i wanna be a real family. i wanna one day marry you, have more babies or get other dogs, that’s all i’ve ever wanted since the day we met.”

enywayz u two r dating,, a g a i n

spooning half of the time during ur last few weeks of pregnancy, but the boys come over frequently n for some reason jeongin is always bringing presents?? its cute but u guys RLY didn’t need anymore toys for the baby

u guys r just cuddling n he’s got one hand on ur bump before ur like

“ow,, fuck that hurt.”

“hey don’t swear around the baby!”

u just suppose it’s a hard kick since the baby had been active a lot recently n the pains had been occurring often

kkami is very cuddly today n he’s giving u kisses

hyunjin lowkey jealous cause kkami doesn’t ever give him kisses like that  ⸜( ⌓̈ )⸝

yall ever seen the thing where dogs know pregnant people the best n they can like SENSE something goin on??

well kkami was on it 

baby kkami is sniffing u n just restless in ur lap n its a lil weird cause kkami is ALWAYS sleeping or sitting still cause kkami has turned as lazy as u n hyunjin

u have this feeling but instead u just tell hyunjin u gotta pee :P

newsflash: u didnt n as soon as u got up, boom, theres ur water breaking and running down ur leg

“it feels gross.”

ur literally whining about ur pants while a baby is coming out of ur ... hooha 😳 n hyunjin is freaking out

he’s rushing around the rooms n making sure everything is in the bag and nothing gets left behind

last thing on his mind is changing ur clothes

though he does, putting u in his baggy sweatshirt and a pair of his shorts

hes freaking out lets be honest the thought of u giving birth is fuckin scary

hyunjin is so out of it and spaced out while ur cool n talking normally with pauses everytime theres a contraction

“aish, why are you so worried? i’m the one that should be worried!!”

ur not cool after an u hit the four hours in labor mark

u do not want to be t o u c h e d

touching u is off limits ur so sweaty n ur body feels like its crumbling u cannot deal with someone holding ur hand or holding u

hyunjin just sits there

hes kinda in a different realm while he stares at the clock on the wall

hes so ready to meet the baby but apparently ur body was exactly 4 centimetres not ready :(

hes just trying to distract u by talking with the boys n his other friends, all of the face timing to talk to the parents to be 🥺

yall r wrapping up a call with jeongin when u have the built up pressure feeling again

he doesn’t even explain to jeongin hes so quickly to hang up n ask u whats wrong

“i— it feels like i have to push.”

he’s already pressing the pretty lil white button on ur bed for the nurses n doctors

they confirm that u indeed r ready to push and that the baby is in position

hyunjin trying to take a peek WHAT A WEIRDO

yall hearing ur baby has a head full of hair and u just give hyunjin this look

like WTF no wonder why u had so much heartburn its because of ur fuckin rapunzel baby daddy

here comes the cries, loud n u just heard the quietest sob from beside u which was hyunjin

“it’s a baby boy, congrats!!”

his lil puppy baby boy 🥺

he had a lil pout like his daddy n his brown locks on top of his head

it was kinda creepy how similar they looked

anyways u dont care ur lil boy is p e r f e c t and nobody could dare tell yall different

u would disagree anyways because thats ur lil pouty baby boy n hes so cute 🥺

“we got a pretty good break-up story right? one for the books.”

he’s got baby boy in his arms bundled up but that doesn’t stop u from smacking his arm before kissing him quickly

“yea, we do.”

©️ maysdiors 2020 :: all rights reserved. do not repost my work on tumblr or other platforms.

[floatinginwords]

Saved by the Devil (12/?) - Tommy Shelby

Summary: One week before Epsom you or tommy can get your minds off one another

Paring: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (romantic)

A/N: sorry it took so long for me to post this chapter. this semester is just killing me. i really hate online school dude. oh and fair warning i did not proof read this so there might be mistakes please be forgiving towards them. Hope you enjoy and have a fantastic night.

One week before Epsom. A lot was going through your head as time seem to go faster and faster. Tommy hadn’t called you or seen you since you were last in Birmingham.

‘Probably busy with May’ you thought to yourself. You rolled your eyes as you recount her giggles and flirtatious behavior.

 “What was that?” Trinity asks. You almost forgot she was in the same room as you. You almost forgot you were in her house. Giving her the last of what you needed for when you were ready to runaway from the country.

 “Sorry, just thinking.” You say, going back to sipping your tea.

 “Okay, is there anything else I need to worry about or hide for you.”

 “Well hopefully I wont need to have so many fake ids, and I can get a legitimate one.” You say sighing.

 “Hows that going?”

 “Its going.” You say, though you weren’t really sure if helping Thomas Shelby ensured you for what you wanted. Its why you had a backup plan. You always did.

 “When are you leaving, (Y/n)?” Trinty asks.

 “next Friday hopefully.”

 Trinitys eyes almost pop out of their socket. “That soon?!”

 You nod. Right after Epsom you were gone. You needed to make quick moves and this one seemed the quickest and smartest. You were starting to recognize faces on trains and buses. Men were following you. You didn’t know who these men were and why they casually followed you places but it helped you make an important decision that it was time to leave. And soon.

 “What are you gonna do about Thomas Shelby?”

 “What about him?”

 She wiggles her eyebrows at you.

 “No.” You say.

 “oh cmon, you want him a little bit at least.”

 “Not even.” You lie.

“Oh cmon he calls you and you rush to him like a puppy and vice versa. Ada told me that when she called him when you were missing he dropped everything to help you, even rushed over himself.” She says

 “Trinity please drop it. Hes just someone good to have around.”

 “Yea he is.” She says suggestively.

 “No.” You say but the two of you end up giggling at Trinity’s antics as you enjoy the rest of your afternoon.

  Thomas Shelby stares across at the empty seat that not too long ago held a sitting Grace. It felt like years since he had seen her. And he thought that the same emotions from before, from every other time he saw her would brew back up and he’d be in love with her again. But as she talked about America and her new husband all he could see was the woman who betrayed him and his family. She left, nothing happened between them, though it easily could have. He sits and thinks about the woman in his life. He thinks about Greta how he held her hand as he died, Grace the way she had made him smile for the first time in years and then broke hi heart as if it was the first time ever, May who was charming but he knew he would never talk to her after (seeing as he was only using her). And there was you. No amount of words can describe you accurately. They wouldn’t do you justice. Tommy smiles as he recalls the last time he saw you. The flustered look as he said the word ‘date’ as you left the pub. Polly had demanded answers on what he was doing with you. Which he calmly replied, “Business pol, don’t worry about it.” He saw the tension between the two of you when he had walked in. He knew that polly would grow to love and trust you the more she got to know you. You were just that type of person.

Without thinking he picks up the phone, calling adas house. Lucky for him, its you that picks up.

“hello?”

“(Y/n).”

“Mr.Shelby. Are you calling for Ada?”

“No, I was calling for you. How do you feel about Charlie Chaplin?”

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 It was only two hours ago when you had gotten back from Trinitys when the phone rang in you and Adas shared house. You picked up naturally not expecting to hear the sweet deep voice of Thomas Shelby. He had invited you out, which you accepted without thinking.  He had picked you up in a car after telling you to dress nice which you did finding a dress you never worn. It was a lovely shade of green. A pity for it to go waste.

You kept telling yourself its just business as you applied a bit of lipstick to your lips. Its just business you think as you rush down the stairs when you see his car pull up in front. Its just business you think as you open the door and see him standing there looking amazing.

 “You look exquisite.” He says And a thought sneaks up through the cracks of your mind, ‘its not just business.’

When the two of you arrive at the party, the two of you have a grand time as you mingle with famous people and eat little appetizers on plates. You ignore the drinks and the bar not wanting to get drunk.

 “Would you care for a dance?” He asks you. The two of you were sat at a table when a slow song comes on and all the couples rush to the floor.

 “I’m afraid to say that I’m not much of a dancer.” You say embarrassed by your lack of skill.

 “Im sure we can remedy that with some practice.” He smiles, taking your hand and leading you away. And you cant help but follow entranced by the way he guides you and holds you gently. The music is lovely and awfully romantic. You look everywhere else but his eyes. Knowing that you’d just end up lost within them. You watch the couples dancing, wondering which ones were in love or not. You stumble a bit as you attempt to not step on his toes. You do a good job at following his lead although you’re incredibly stiff.

 “Hey, are you okay?” Thomas voice breaks you from your thoughts. You lock eyes a time seems to stop. For a moment you think he’s gonna kiss you.

 He continues speaking, “C’mon lets get out of here.”

 The two of you head back to tommys, the silence comfortable. Though you didn’t have anything to drink, you feel drunk off his presence. You wish  now that you have talked to Trinity or Ada about your conflicting feelings because at this moment as you sit down again on his couch you had no idea how to act.

 “So Epsom…are you ready?” He says

 “As ready as ill ever be.”

 “You’ll be there right?”

 “Of course. I said I would.”

 Another smile falls on to his face as he moves to his vinyl, playing a record that was on it. He holds hi hand out again like at the party.

 “What are you doing?” You ask

 “Asking to dance, do you not want the practice.”

 You smirk and grab his hand. He pulls you in closer than before. His hand resting on your hip and his other hand intertwined with your hand. Again you try to look away from him but then fingers guide your chin to his eyes.

“Keep your eyes on me.” He says.

And you do. And for a moment you feel this gravitational pull. You see him lean forward; you close your eyes. And then…

 RING the phone rings terribly through the apartment,

 “Fuck,” he mutters the edge of his lips barely brushing over yours, he leans back, “stay right here.” He leaves to pick up the phone.

 You take a deep shaky breath as he leave you standing by yourself. You hear him pick up the phone and quietly talk into the receiver end of it. You sit down on the couch replaying what just happened in your head. Your heart beats fast against your skin and you know no doubt that your flustered as can be. You sit to catch your breath and hopefully steady your beating heart.

 Two small knocks on the door. You think to get Tommy but he sounds aggravated you decide to not bother him. You open the door yourself revealing a beautiful blond woman. You blink confused of what she could want, she looks at you equally confused.

 “Hi is tommy here,” her Irish accent is clear as day, “You know what never mind that I just need to get something real quick.”

She pushes pass you and goes immediately to the couch digging her hand through the cushions. She pulls out a ring and sighs in relief.

 “Imagine going home without this.” She says to you.

 “Im sorry I-“  You  finally find the words to speak but she interrupts you.

 “Its okay he probably didn’t tell you. Im grace. I was here a couple hours ago. he’s always been one to move on fast.” She says with a tone of disapproval as she looks up and down at you.

 “Did you meet Chaplin? Hes one of my favorite actors.” Grace continues.

 You feel scrutinized under her gaze. She walks past you with a smile. She knows her words cut you deep even if you don’t show it.

 “Tell Tommy I said bye. Enjoy your time.” And then she’s gone.

 You stand in the same spot by the door. You finally met grace. The one he was with a year ago. The one he named his horse after, the one he kept unopened letters, the one he didn’t like talking about. She was here and she was beautiful. Were you just a second choice for him? And easy get since he couldn’t have what he wanted?

 “(y/n) why are you standing by the door?” you hear tommys voice from behind you.

 “I think I should go home,” Before he can ask why, you answer that question, “Grace came by.”

 “(y/n)..”

 “No this is good before we do something stupid, right?” You say trying to laugh it off, though on the inside your hurting.

 “Lets talk about this..”

 “Mr. Shelby we’re both drunk and not thinking clearly”

 “You haven’t been drinking all night and I’m as sober as I’ve ever been.”

 You shake your head, “Why did you bring me out tonight? Was it cause she said no?”

 “I-I” For the first time Thomas Shelby was at a loss for words.

 You sigh, “Ill see you at Epsom, Mr.Shelby”

 And then you left.

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[bacondaddy]

Here's a part 2 because the Anniv event started and you're gonna get a SHIT ton of Blood points Event Related: THIS IS A SEPARATE QUEUE FROM NORMAL (Reddit already has the "why cant i see the invites" shit, theres 2 queues. Everyones on Masq.) All items can be used well after the event is over, and I rec you keep 1 of each event item just for the bragging rights (I say this, staring at 150+ of each masquerade items and terrormisus from last year lol) The event items are just fancy-skinned toolboxes, medkits, and flashlights that spray confetti when used. But they're sparkly reskins lol. Also, you can find event items in chests around the map as well, in case you're a hoarding goblin like I am. Do the event tome. There is 1 killer only challenge in the current level, and that's just to hook people. (I'm writing this guide under the assumption that people are survivor mains)

Survivor event effects: You can go into "Quiet mode" which just makes you silent, you can achieve the same effect by using Light Footed (Ellen Ripley) and Iron Will (Jake Park) You can create fake pallets that do break upon being thrown, but time it right and you can still stun the killer. You can block vault locations, much like the killer perk Bamboozle, for a few seconds. So far I use Quiet Mode as a quick way to get away, then again I also use Sprint Burst (Meg Thomas) for a quick prerun. Killer Event Effects: Remote Hooking, which is exactly what it sounds like. You can hit Q to remotely hook a survivor on the nearest hook. Yeah you might be wondering "But if its nearby, why not just hook them manually?" Cause there are some survivors who will body block or use perks to fuck you over, and running a trial as a killer you want those few extra seconds to restart a chase, or try and get another down. Endure Stun, which is just Enduring (Universal killer perk) to endure a stun and make it 50% shorter And Remote Destroy, which is the same thing as Remote Hook, just to break walls or pallets

You can use these effects by finding invitation pillars around the map, or waiting for some time depending on what "trick" is active right now. Here comes the fun part. There are tricks that activate during the game, and I'm just gonna take from the wiki because I genuinely didn't know all these effects until I researched for this post.

The Bag of Tryks is a literal mixed bag: granting both good and bad effects to all Players in the Trial, as well as possibly a neutral one. You're Invited! Grants +1 Token towards the Twisted Skills to all Players. Move It or Lose It! Grants a +30 % Haste Status Effect for 60 seconds to all Players. Party Totem! All Dull Totems are converted into Anniversary Totems, glowing in a festive blue and gold tint. Successfully channelling an Anniversary Totem applies the following effects to the Player:

Grants bonus Bloodpoints.

Grants a +30 % Haste Status Effect for 5 seconds.

Reveals their Aura to the opposing side for 5 seconds.

Failing to channel an Anniversary Totem by interrupting the interaction only grants bonus Bloodpoints.

An Anniversary Totem converts back into a Dull Totem after granting its gift. Party Chest! All unopened Chests are converted into Anniversary Chests, glowing in a festive blue and gold tint when within 8 metres of them.

All Anniversary Chests automatically open in an explosion of festive confetti after 60 seconds and apply the following effects to all Players who are within their Aura-range at that moment:

Causes Survivors to scream and suffer from a -25 % Hindered Status Effect for 4 seconds.

Causes the Killer to be stunned in place.

Opening an Anniversary Chest before the Tryk expires guarantees a random Anniversary Item. Zzl Zilch! Nothing happened, you got Tryks! No Invite for You! Removes -1 Token from the Twisted Skills of all Players. Peekaboo! Reveals all Player Auras for 8 seconds. Heal You, Expose You! Causes all Survivor to heal by +1Health State or become Mended when suffering from the Deep Wound Status Effect, but then causes all of them to suffer from the Exposed Status Effect for the next 30 seconds. Wait, Where...? Suppresses the Terror Radius of the Killer and the creation of Scratch Marks of Survivors for the next 30 seconds.

The event runs from June 13th to July 4th So if you need perks, play. The bloodpoint bonuses are so insane I've spent almost 6 million BP today alone (I had 4m saved from rank reset and BP cap) What I would recommend, and what I wish I had known this time last year, is to use your BP on any survivors/killers that aren't your main for their perks for the first week or so of the event. P1 at minimum, but if you wanna get to P3 then godspeed my friend! Also, just about every character has some form of discount active right now. The characters I rec you buy with the discounts active are: Feng Min Technician mutes the generator explosion when you fail a skillcheck Lithe makes you sprint faster for a few seconds after vaulting Alert shows the killer aura (If not undetectable) whenever they damage anything. Pallet, gen, boop we see you. Note, if the killer is undetectable, Alert will not show their aura. Kate Denson Windows of Opportunity shows you all pallets and vaults, great for learning loops! Though it can be overwhelming on the Game. I won't spoil it but there's a reason the Game is called Pallet Hell. Dance with Me hides your scratch marks after fast vaulting (The kind that makes a lot of noise). Pairs well with Lithe. Boil Over makes you wiggle harder, and hides hook auras within 16 meters. You caaaan manipulate this in certain maps, but killers hate it and will probably slug you if you try to run to a dead zone to abuse BO. Jeff Johansen Aftercare: After healing or unhooking anyone, that person's aura is sown to you, and yours them. Breakdown: When hooked, when you are rescued, the hook breaks Distortion: If the killer has any aura reading perks, this perk consumes a token to hide your aura for 10 seconds. Tokens get replenished by being in the killer's terror radius. Honestly I use Distortion frequently myself, it's a great perk. Jill Valentine (Licensed, auric or $$ only) This is an honorable mention but Blastmine is so fucking funny. After repairing 50% of any gen, you can plant a fucking bomb on it for a limited time. If the killer kicks that gen, they get blinded. Honestly I might start writing more of these info dumps cause this is fun

Finally playing dbd instead of watching it

[kyotarou]

hiyaa~ i am very new to tumblr so idk if this is how you send a request, can i request the miya twins with their s/o being bundled up with so much work that they cant spend enough time with them, fluff please thankk youu ~ (＾Ｕ＾)ノ~

“I’m busy...”

characters: osamu miya, atsumu miya

plot: you’re so wrapped up in your work that you find yourself away from your boyfriend, unintentionally ignoring him.

warnings: light swearing

a/n: Hiya, you’re in the right place! I wasn’t sure how to interpret this so I apologize if this isn’t what you imagined, hope you still like it! <3

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Osamu

When you tell Osamu you’re catching up on work, he understands and let’s you do your thing.

He makes an effort to text you every hour or so to make sure you’re okay.

But this goes on for over a week. You leave his hourly texts on read and delivered, barely responding to his calls.

You’re not purposefully ignoring him; there’s just so much to do with so little time.

Osamu’s sulking at home while his brother teases him. He knows how important work is to you, but he can’t help but feel his heart break at the “Read 2:24 PM” on his screen when it’s 7:00 now.

In your own home, you’re stressing. You’re about to lose it when-

    “(Y/N)?” You snap out of your thoughts at the loud knocking on your front door. “(Y/N)? Can I come in?”

    “You have the key Samu.”

    The lock clicks and Osamu steps into your apartment. Forehead wrinkled with worry, he sits across from you at the dinner table. Your eyes are glued to the spreadsheets and planners scattered across its surface. You barely register the rustling of the brown paper bag he’s brought, filled with homemade onigiri and a pack of your favorite drink he bought on the way over.

    If food doesn’t grab your attention, there’s something really wrong.

    “(Y/N)?”

    “Hmm?” You read the same sentence over and over, but nothing clicks. You jump at his hand on top of yours.

    “I’ve missed you.”

    You stare blankly at him then check your calendar, laughing a bit at his neediness. “Samu, it’s only been- HOLY SHIT.”

    He thinks you’re in shock because of how long it’s been since he last saw you. He’s confused when you start scrambling your papers around with a wild look in your eyes.

    “Where’s- It’s here- I- Where’d it-”

    Osamu circles the table and laces his fingers with yours from behind. You struggle to break free, but the moment he kisses your head, you’re putty.

    “I’m worried about you, (Y/N),” he murmurs against your hair.

    You look up with round eyes. “I’m sorry, Samu. I’ve been so busy…” 

    Seeing how tired you are, Osamu feels selfish for bothering you, but he’s aching for you so much. He silently craves your attention, your kisses, the warmth of your arms around his body. You, on the other hand, feel guilty for keeping him away. You didn’t realize how many missed calls and unopened texts had accumulated on your phone until now.

    You rise out of your seat, Osamu’s hand in yours, and lead him to the sofa.

    “I thought you were working.”

    “Not anymore.”

    You settle on the couch between his legs, head against his strong chest. His arms wrap around your waist and you melt in his touch, eyes closed with a smile. 

    “I’m sorry, Samu…” you whisper again.

    “Don’t be, it’s alright.” He kisses your cheek. “I love you and I’ll always be here for you.”

    “I love you, too. Now, why don’t you bring that onigiri over here and a can for me to drink? I’m thirsty.”

    “Aaaand...I hate you.”

    “Love you, too.”

Atsumu

Unlike his brother, Atsumu whines and begs to stay while you work.

“Please, (Y/N), I won’t bother you, I swear!”

He gives you puppy dog eyes and you almost agree until you remember how much you have to do.

You force him out of the house, promising to call every day, but eventually, you forget.

Atsumu’s being a crybaby. He won’t leave his room, won’t talk to anyone; Osamu has to drag him out and tell him he’s overreacting.

“B-but, *sniffs* I miss them.”

“If you really loved them, you’d respect their wishes and let them work.”

“You’re just bitter *sniffs* cause you’re single.” >:(

But Atsumu heeds his brother’s advice. He has his phone in his hand 24/7, waiting for any sign of communication from you. Nothing.

Unable to sleep, Atsumu takes matters into his own hands.

    It’s 3 AM. Atsumu is on the brink of death, feeling so hollow without you by his side. He’s depraved, he needs you so bad. Atsumu drives recklessly on the empty road, thinking of you and only you. He parks outside your apartment with a screech, wheels going over the curb. From the sidewalk, your window emits a dim light. Atsumu is concerned because of how late it is but freezes when he realizes he’s crazy for being here too. 

    “If you really loved them, you’d respect their wishes and let them work.

    Atsumu shakes his brother’s monotone voice from his head. Osamu can’t stop him now. Plus, he was the one who encouraged Atsumu to get out.

    He knocks on your door.

    On the other side, papers litter your floor. Your eyes are heavy as you sip from a cold cup of coffee, choking on its bitter taste. You’re almost done, two more hours and you can relax. You don’t hear his initial knock, but the second one makes you jump. The coffee splashes onto your white shirt and drips down your chest.

    Who the hell?

    “(Y/N)? It’s Tsumu!”

    Outside, Atsumu’s about to knock again. A sad sigh slips past his lips. He shouldn’t have come all this way—Osamu was right, once again. With a disappointed face, Atsumu turns to leave and almost screams when you open the door.

    “(Y/N)!”

    “Ah- Tsumu!”

    You’re smothered in his big arms, face covered in sloppy kisses. You reach around him and close the door while he attacks every inch of your skin with love. 

    “Tsumu, what are you doing up so late?”

    “I could ask you the same thing!” Atsumu sinks to the ground and clings to your waist like a child. “You’re killing me, (Y/N)...I’ve missed you so much.” He presses a kiss to your stomach as you stroke his disheveled hair.

    “Tsumu, it’s only been a week.”

    “Way too long.”

    Atsumu carries you to the couch and flops on top of you like a baby. His weight knocks the wind out of you, but you can’t protest with the way he squeezes you tight, eyes shut in pure bliss.

    “Babe, I have coffee on my shirt, at least let me change.”

    “Too bad, I’m not moving.”