#Lowkey grieving right now

[shannonpurdyjones]

Tragic news: for the first time ever, wool moths have somehow infiltrated my yarn stash. Thankfully I caught it before losing too many skeins to damage, but they got the spindle stick holding one of my first in-hand spinning projects. 😢

[windydrawallday]

One of my other favorite things about shipping fictional characters and making stories with them is telling experiences that go beyond the usual perfect "these two meet and become OTP in the instant" and/or are planned to be OTP at the end of the road. I mean, I'm the crazy shipper that can pair even a bunch of characters that barely mention each other meeting off-camera in canon x'D

But I find fascinating these types of scenarios that are "less perfect" and full of bumps on the road: those of beings that find themselves in need of rebuilding again a bridge of feelings that was severed by death (and even separation, a little "dead" still alive but not with you anymore in their lives).

In contrast to the usual "encounters destined to end together" here experiences are already tainted with grief and a sense of resignation… but at the same time, questioning if it will be possible for these experiences to serve any other purpose after these events. "The Love after the Love" (a spanish song I had on repeat all this week) it's what I like to call it.

And I think it can become one of the most hopeful scenarios to play around with because it is very real and something that could happen even to OTPs "Happy Ever After"'s…

[TW/CW for mentioning a real person's death and grieving]

I need to put in parallel a personal family experience about this same theme: I always remember dearly one of my uncles from my mother's side of the family who had a partner, and they looked SO PERFECT together. Good, sweet, hardworking people. Never saw sadness in their faces, always sharing trips and plans together… I almost fell envious of their sons and daughters for having such perfect parents haha

Until my aunt died during bad electricity management in her laundromat shop. I never saw a man as sad and emotionally destroyed as my uncle. It was plain painful to see him, like a ghost haunting his own home. We tried to support him during that first year of grieving until we saw he was ready to go on his own.

Then, after another year, he confessed to us (I was always happy he confided in my side of the family) that he was seeing a new partner but that he wasn't sure if keep doing it. We asked why to him, and the answer, to this day I think, is one of those that I have carved deeply on my memory: because he felt he was unrespecting his past partner.

This memory feels a bit fuzzy for me right now (this was… idk 12 years ago now?!) but I can remember clearly my mother telling him that he needed to stop feeling guilty for something that was out of his control (the death of his partner) and to think in his own happiness too. That for sure aunt would have approved of him living on because she knew he is a very lovely man full of love who deserves to not let that love die with her memory.

That it will be harder to start over, that's a given. But if he felt the need to build that bridge again but in a different direction, why hold it back?

And that experience became one more brick in my life that cemented for me that love doesn't die… once. Or it can't be killed on that first try. You will build many bridges, burn half of them, seeing part of them fall from catastrophes out of your control. But I can assure you you will always find a way to build a bridge again.

Not just because of a partner, or a new partner, or a partner after that one. Because we all hold a love so great it's unfair to let death be the end of it.

Before death definitely arrives to snatch your heart, keep loving. For the sake of love. Love is worth the effort, the pain, and the lessons.

Because loving is living. And living is a daring thing to do, to spit against death and say "My heart still beats, still exists, still feels".

That's the reason why I like putting these scenarios in fiction to. Again, I'm a sucker for angst too, and seeing a pairing endure death and separation but this? Letting my beloveds find a way out of the past, accepting that they are still living and worthy of finding someone that loves them even when carrying these broken parts, to share their most dear experiences with them? That's my jam, so much!

And if that's not the most hopeful message you can leave to this world, I will buy a hat and eat it.

PS One more additional note: with this, I want to validate too that a "Love after Love" never EVER loses its value after the first time: love just gets STRONGER!

[pureconancommentary]

"We can't do anything"? How about invite her inside your house, Agasa? She's been waiting in the snow for three hours, just standing there doing nothing else, and you just watched and thought 'oh man, that's sad. ...Anyways, shame on you Shinichi'.

I mean, there are other concerns, such as 'how did she arrive to wait for three hours and Conan seems to have only arrived'. If I were to assume, he had to talk with Megure for a little while as Shinichi for case reasons, and then slip away and return to the agency, only to find that Ran wasn't there. Though it also brings up how it'd take three whole hours, and also why Ran decided to wait in front of Shinichi's house in the cold when she'd previously just waltzed inside when she thought he might have gone home. Even now, right when the lights turn on, she just pushes the gate and front door open, so there's no reason we see for why she'd stand there for three hours. She's not even wearing pants, she's in a skirt with long socks, there is no reason to have her do that.

[sunfish5149]

After rewatching round 6 for the nth time I just realized Till Win is reflected in Ivan's blood and OH. MY BMFUCCKIGBGOOOODDDD I HATE THEM I HATE THEM O HATE TJEM they could never make me hate you ivan.

Till standing next to Ivan while his body is still cooling feels awfully a lot like how a person would mourn at their loved one's grave, but I think that there's a lot more going on inside Till's head, and this just saddens me. I would crumble personally if I was him, because to me, Ivan's death also feels like a slap to the face I guess? Because until now his crush on Mizi allowed him to be selfish, to believe that once she was gone, he would be left all alone. He gave up his will to live, accepted defeat without further struggle, because he idolized and idealized Mizi to a point where his whole life depended on her existence. Perhaps he does have a crush on Mizi, but I fully believe that it partly stems from the love and adoration he saw Mizi offer to Sua, almost like "what if I could have that too?". He could not bear to part with the love and salvation he saw within Mizi, to the point where he gave away his freedom just to be near her, just for the chance that maybe he'd finally know what it feels like to be wanted, to be loved. He selfishly cut away at all the bad parts in this picture that he did not want to see, the worthless parts, the painful ones, the suffering he has endured at the hands of his captors, and ended up cutting away at the people that might've cared for him, that still do, until nothing but Mizi remained, who he foolishly believed to be able to offer him what he so desperately wanted. He made himself believe that he was alone, up until he truly, truly was. Until when can a man doggedly chase after one person until the death of what I dare call " the closest thing to family he has ever had" drop like flies around him? Round 6 offers us an answer.

I believe that part of the reason why he stood there as Ivan bled out is him processing that someone actually cared about him, loved the parts of Till that he saw to be loveless. It also feels like a wake-up call, the cut up picture that he has constructed his life around has finally been proven as the lie it is. He can no longer be selfish enough to close his eyes on reality, on his obsessive idealization for someone who will never, who cannot save him, on the fact that Mizi already loves somebody else so dearly, because the love he was searching for in someone, to be returned, was right next to him all along.

Too bad he only noticed Ivan when he was bleeding out at his feet. This is the closest thing to salvation Till will ever get from someone, to love so dearly one would give away their life without hesitation, to throw away their freedom, to not cut away at the corners of this picture, but to see it and love it and do everything to preserve it. Should Till look at such a picture, he would find the pieces of paper he has cut of himself which he believed to be loveless, reflected back at him in that puddle of blood. (I wrote this part fully relying on the muscle memory of my keyboard because my tears were deeply obstructing my vision)

This sacrifice will either ruin Till or give him motivation to live and the tenacity to fight back and free himself from the prison he has willingly walked in, and to finally accept that Mizi is a lesbiab and a ferocious grieving woman kisser. oh my god.

Edit: I JUST REALIZED MIZI ALSO IDOLIZES SUA THE SAME WAY TILL DOES WITH MIZI I HATE THEM I HATE TJEM J HATWHENM

Edit 2: this rant is lowkey outdated because first of all, I feel like I insulted Till's love for Mizi. Just as Ivan loved Till for his tenacity and fighting spirit, and whatever else he saw in that wet cat of a man, so did Till love Mizi, for her innocent happiness and love that poured out of her. She was the only one out of them who was blissfully unaware to the pain and suffering of the humans, and the shit the aliens put the rest through, the fact that Till was attracted to her partly because of that makes me feel miserable. I do wonder what he will think, should he survive and see just how much Mizi has changed, how she has grown to fight for what she wants to protect.

I also feel that I have underestimated Till's relation to Ivan, he truly did care for him, Ivan was just too cryptic to express himself

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: MC gets temporary amnesia

~ Requested by @selfcarecollective and an anon! For headcanon purposes, MC slipped on a cobblestone and hit their head. The amnesia only lasts a week at most and MC remains basically functional until their memories return as their injury heals ~

Julian

The only reason he's staying as calm as he is is because he has years of practice slipping into "doctor mode" for his patients

When he's with you, he's wholly focused on caring for you. His voice stays steady and grounding, he's quick to notice any confusion and explain, he cracks jokes to lift your spirits

And when he's not with you - well - he doesn't know what to do

You don't remember him. You don't know who he is beyond who he appears to be to you now, the extraordinary circumstances of your romance have been wiped from your mind, and -

And how does he know? How does he know that you'll choose him again? How does he know that any affection you show him isn't out of your new dependence on him as your caretaker?

How does he know that you can still love him for who he truly is, when you don't know him well enough to rebuke his self-doubt?

Every lone moment is the agony of grieving someone who's still alive, spiraling until you have need of him again and he has a purpose, a clear-cut path that gives him some way to serve you

Lowkey surprised when you recover that you still love him

Asra

At least this time you're not dead!

Truthfully though, it's twice as hard because it's happened before, and twice as hopeful because they've seen you recover

The grief he feels every time you look at him with empty eyes runs a well-worn track, so familiar that it makes his heart wonder if this is supposed to be his default state and happiness was borrowed

They also have years of practice setting their own feelings aside to care for you, and care for you they will. You won't experience a single moment of need with them staying nearby

He's so, so careful not to push or rush you. Even though he knows this time around that you're committed to a relationship with him, he still wants you to have all the emotional space you need

Terrified of telling you what's happened despite knowing the circumstances are different. They do it anyways when you ask, and seeing you not crumple into agony from their words is so healing

Keeps all the pain of it hidden out of sight and ignored until you recover your memories. After twenty four hours of cautious relief, he breaks down in shuddering sobs as the years start to process

Nadia

She's ... she's unsure of herself, and she hates feeling unsure

No matter what, she wants to treat you with love and respect and dignity, but suddenly your boundaries have been reset and the person she loves as her partner doesn't see her the same way

It's easier for her to focus on getting you back to normal than it is to sit in the dissonance of your current condition

Makes sure you are completely cared for while she summons physician after physician after physician to provide you with round-the-clock care and her with as many cures as possible

She feels genuinely remorseful for how emotionally distant she is from you when she knows you're going through a moment of vulnerable need - but what she provides wouldn't be right

To try to make up for it, she writes you letters every day like a journal, to be given to you when you regain your memories and can take the role of her consort once again

Which she does give to you within a couple hours of your recovery

So, so, so very proud of you for making it through yet another trial - and more than ready for several days off to make up for lost time

Muriel

Usually the type of person to sleep off his sadness, he just wants space to himself to handle his grief where it can't affect you

At the same time, he has a level of loyalty to you that the Patrons themselves couldn't cross. He's not going to leave you alone for this. Nobody deserves to suffer in isolation

That said, trying to be there for you when you don't know who he is is a source of constant anxiety. How does he know this isn't his blessing-turned-curse making a poorly timed comeback?

How does he know that he won't scare you? How does he know that you'll be able to see past his intimidating frame and permanent scowl? How does he know he won't make it worse?

Ends up relegating himself to being something along the lines of your bodyguard. He won't pressure you to interact with him at all, he'll just be nearby to make sure you're okay and not alone

And that's how the days pass, slowly recovering in the peace and beauty of the woods, with your guardian in the background

He doesn't begin to process how scared and hurt and alone he felt until you're yourself again, and able to help him find words

Portia

She knows, logically, that it's not her fault, but in her heart of hearts she feels like this must be personal somehow

Is she that easy to forget? That easy to brush aside? The vulnerability she showed you, the countless ways she's propped you up, the beautiful relationship you've built - gone, that easily?

She'd never leave you to go through this alone and she's fully committed to seeing this through. Your days are filled with sunlight and tea and scones and cat snuggles and garden naps

But Portia just can't find it within herself to embody joy. She's a shadow, fixing you with tired smiles over eyes pooling with sorrow, the usual bubbly rants cut down to gentle, quiet observations

And somehow ... somehow, you still seem to care about her

Somehow she's still the first person you look at. Somehow you still listen to her fewer, quieter words like they're worth hearing. Somehow you see her "boring" face and still want to stick around

Even with you losing your proof of her worthiness, it's still her

Goes from depressed to all the feelings at once when you regain your memories. You'll be kissed, tackled, scolded, and hugged

Lucio

He's so close to hating himself for thinking this, but ... maybe ... what if ... this is a good thing?

He's glad he met you. He's, ultimately, grateful for the chance you gave him and the love and labor you put into giving him a second chance and helping him make the most of it

He's proud of the work he's done and the ways he's changed

And, in contrast, he carries plenty of shame for who he used to be

It could be so easy. When you look at him, you just see the golden haired journeyman who was holding you when you woke up and who's been there for you every moment since

You don't see the plague, or the painful source of his golden arm, or the demonic deals, or city state run to ruins, or the battles ...

You just see him. Now. As the person he wants to be

And yet he finds more and more that he misses being known

He misses your pride when he makes a hard but right choice, when he chooses honesty over luxury and accountability over escape

And when you come back to who you really are and see him for who he fully is, he gets the full brunt of it all over again

[lovverletters]

Yandere! Prince × Royalty! Reader

Note that this is a reupload from my previous blog @hyerinrose

T/W : Possessive behaviour, murder, threats, abuse of power, implied forced marriage, controlling behaviour, the drabble kinda lowkey ass

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💌Yandere! Prince who were the heir to a prosperous kingdom ruled with an ironed fist by both the King and Queen.

🎀Yandere! Prince who were molded to become the perfect heir to the throne once his father passes. However it comes with a cost of his childhood being close to nonexistent.

💌Yandere! Prince who haven't lost his sanity yet because of you, his childhood friend. You were a royal too like him and the two of you bonded over the struggles of being in line for the throne together. You were the light to his dark depressing life.

🎀Yandere! Prince who grow possessive of you as you two grow older. He was already controlling over you when you were kids, not letting you having another friend other than him. But it only get worse now that you both are adults. Your beauty and worth are attracting too many suitors. He can't have that happened, you're going to be taken away from him!

💌Yandere! Prince who uses his power and influence to chase away your suitors, even at the cost of his parents being angry at him. It doesn't matter, if it mean he can keep you all to himself, that's all that matters. You matter the most to him, no one and nothing can change that.

🎀Yandere! Prince who's last straw snapped after finding out you were to be wed to another foreign royal. That night he poisoned his father and mother and set to become the new ruler of his kingdom the next day. He'd do anything, if it meant cancelling your engagement so you can be wed to him instead.

Drabble under the cut!

💌Short Drabble bc why tf not :

You were currently in a carriage and on your way to pay your friend a visit. After receiving the devastating news of the King and Queen passings, you immediately rushed to comfort your grieving friend, Prince Victor.

His parents sudden deaths meant that he'd rose to the throne to continue ruling his kingdom. You pitied your friend predicament, with becoming a King comes a huge responsibility.

"Poor Vic.. he must be overwhelmed and under so much pressured right now.." You muttered while looking at the scenery outside the window.

"We've arrived, your highness"

The coachman opens the carriage door and stepped aside for you to descend before bowing.You thanked him and made your way inside the palace, it's usual powerful aura felt gloomy with the loss of the King and Queen.

"[Name], how kind of you to pay me a visit"

You heard Victor's voice from behind you.Turning around you enveloped the taller man in a hug, catching by surprise. He recovered immediately and reciprocate it albeit a bit too tightly for comfort.

"Vic! I was looking for you.. and of course I would, the King and Queen are like a family to me. Also, I wanted to be there for you in this rough time"

Victor felt his face burning up at your words, oh if only you knew he was the one behind his parents deaths. You wouldn't be comforting him like you are now.

"I'm glad to hear that, [Name]. We consider you as one too"

After all, you would be part of his bloodline soon once you are wed to him after the period of mourning is over.

For now he'll just have to play up the act of grieving for his parent's deaths.

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[bbygirl-aemond]

i wonder sometimes how daemon and rhaenyra's kids felt at their wedding. remember, they jumped aemond 4v1 for disrespecting laena's memory by claiming her dragon, which escalated into him losing an eye. clearly they're all grieving and super protective of laena's memory right now. but you know what's a bigger betrayal than stealing the equivalent of someone's horse or pet?

stealing someone's HUSBAND and FAMILY.

and i really do think the kids realize which of the two betrayals is more personal and fucked up. look at their faces in this scene. especially laena's girls. i just KNOW they're all thinking "damn maybe we shouldn't have done all that at driftmark bc now we lowkey look hypocritical":

also, aemond is a better person than me because i would be rubbing it in their faces for the REST of my life. the second any of them laughed at me i'd be like "oh remember that time y'all jumped me for taking your momma's dragon? where was that energy while your daddy was impregnating another woman on your momma's grave? hm?"

[moonlightseranade]

i agree the funeral should have stayed a private affair and it wasnt our right to see the guys grieve when we already know they are grieving right now.

sadly however the media was going to be scummy. "fans" however should have known better and acted on it because i know for a damn fact they knew better. this wasnt that kind of reunion and i really doubt we'll ever get that from them any ways. we are not owed anything by them.

lowkey seeing simon cowell crying on liam's parents to me felt dispicable. the man who worked these then boys to the bone and brim of exhaustion suddenly now filled with sadness and probably guilt, yeah right give me a break.

i just hope that whatever small quarrels could somewhat be set aside now between the lads. more so i wouldnt be at all surprised or upset if they guys dont preform or work for a while, go off the grid sort of speak. this was something no one was expecting and in my opinion they lost their mentor.

liam had done a previous round of xfactor, guided the guys in the limelight, and was always besides louis like two older brothers trying to keep their younger ones safe. he was the glue even if some might disagree, liam kept the one direction legacy alive. i really hope his brothers carry that flame in his honor. 💔 rest easy payno.

[kodydrs]

Sunflower Juice - Sabo

a/n: title has nothing to do with the story. sabo just reminds me of Sunflowers. I am incredibly out of practice when it comes to writing smut, and the ending is lowkey shit bc i kept reading it in my ex’s voice 😭

ib: this prompt from Portgas.D•Xiao’s on on Chai. “sabo just finished drinking with his friend, after he drank some alcoholic water he started to get drunk, then he wanted to go to his room and he saw you in the hallway And he started coming closer to you and hug you from behind.

warnings : fxm, sabo x fem reader, mdni, drunk sex, slight oral (f. recieving), vaginal fingering, p in v, hickies, (a lot of) pet names, you dated ace b4 his d3ath, reader is still kinda grieving ace’s death, she’s a bipolar abt her emotions as i am (it’s not funny guys, i’m actually bipolar), no use of y/n, not proofread, i’m bad at tagging

You flinch at the sudden attack.

‘ahh!’

It takes you a minute to realise who has just latched themselves onto you.

‘oh Sabo. it’s just you.’

You’d known Sabo for a little while. Ever since Ace’s death, you’d travelled with Luffy and the Straw Hats, and you’d met Sabo along the way. You wouldn’t say you’re exactly the closest of friends, but you both respected each other. But you did you best to keep a healthy distance because damn did he remind you of Ace.

‘Yeah. It’s just me. What are you doing here?’ You're not supposed to be alone right now.’ You felt his grip tightens around your waist slightly as he looks down at you. ‘Are you okay? Do you need anything?’

You turn to face him, confusion obvious on your face. But upon breathing in, you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

‘Sabo. Are you drunk?’ It’s more of a rhetorical question. It’s clear from how thick his breath feels. He wobbles a little to really upkeep the act.

‘Mmmm. Yeah. Maybe just a little bit.’ He pauses. ‘But I’m drunk with you so it’s fine.’

You go to say something to him, but you stop, deeming it useless.

‘Let’s just get you back to your room.’

He grumbles, audibly in decline of your offer.

‘But I don’t wanna go back to my room. I wanna spend more time with you.’

You can feel his arms trying to pull you closer to him like you aren’t already pressed tightly to him. He seems to give up on his efforts by resting his head on your neck and you can again smell the alcohol, reminding you of his drunk state. You groan.

Your plan for the night had been to hang out with Namu & Robin, but Nami got swept away by the Straw Hats stupid chef and Robin got distracted by Chopper's constant tangents. This left you sitting alone at a table with nothing but your thoughts. Your thoughts about how lonely you’d become since joining the Straw Hats. Now all you wanted to do was get to bed and sleep.

‘Sabo. Can you please just go to your room? I’m not in the mood for socialising right now.’ He pouts, nuzzling against your skin.

‘Don’t leave me all alone out here, please.’ He grabs your hands gently and place them on your stomach, holding them there. With a final long sigh, you give up.

‘Fine.’ He lets out a happy chuckle and spins you around, kissing you deeply on the lips for a few seconds before pulling away.

‘Yay!!’ He shrieks. He leans forward and hugs you tight once more, squeezing you so hard you can barely breathe.

You stand frozen in time, stunned by his actions.

‘S-Sabo??!’ He looks down at you with a confused look.

‘Yes. What is it? Are you hurt? Did I do somethi-‘ You cut him off by smashing your lips together, grasping his face tightly. He responds back with equal force and passion. Before you know it, his hands are everywhere. They’re gripping your hair, holding you hips, pressed to your spine.

You pull away, gasping for air. Letting it set in, you touch your lips. ‘Holy fuck.’ You think. ‘I just kissed my boyfriends brother.’

He looks down at you, not processing what the situation they’re really in is.

‘Hey. Why’d you stop? What’s wrong?’ You should protest, but you’re honestly too pent up to care right now.

‘Ah fuck it.’ Without resistance, you grabbed him by the collar and dragged him down the hallway to his room. You locked the door behind you and pinned him to it, crashing you lips back against each others.

The way you're kissing him makes him forget everything else around them. All he wants right now is to make love to you.

‘Oh god.’ He moans softly while wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself harder against you. You hum at his hand placement, getting intoxicated on the taste of his lips. He’s been drinking sunflower juice. His abdomen tensed as you ran your fingers along the divots in his abs. His excitement is evident in the way his hips bucked against you and you fail to push backs grin, grinding against his pelvis.

‘I want you so badly.’ He whispers in your ear.

‘Then take me.’ He pulls back, smug face as he looks down at you.

‘Yeah?’

Your voice is breathy and sweet, filled with the sudden need to be touched you’ve so desperately missed.

‘…yeah.’ He smirks mischievously and leans forward, placing one hand behind your neck and pulling you close enough that your noses touch.

‘Tell me what you want baby.’ He growls lowly into your ear, not breaking eye contact even though he's drunk as hell. Your mouth gapes at how hot he sounds right now.

‘oh fuck’ You whisper. ‘I want you to touch me, Sabo.’

With a sly smile on his lips, he brings his hand down and runs it down your arm, stopping at your hand and interlocking your fingers with his. He then brings your joined hands up to his chest, where he kisses them both.

‘Any particular way?’

Your voice is sickeningly sweet, and your words drip like honey.

‘Like you want me.’

His eyes light up in hunger and he once again slides his hand down to your hip, feeling every curve of your body.

‘Like I want ya, huh?’ He leans in to you, gently pressing his lips against your neck. ‘I’m sure that can be arranged.’ He takes your wrists and wraps them around his neck before hoisting you up like you weight nothing so your thighs also wrap around him. You pepper his neck with kisses as he brings you over to his bed and lays you down, straddling your hips.

You gasp as you watch him strip off his shirt and coat, revealing the chiselled abdomen you’d been tracing earlier. He laughs at your reaction before leaning back down and reconnecting your lips. Your hands move to his hair, tugging at the base of his scalp. He doesn’t break the kiss as he lifts your shirt to reveal your perk breasts. Instead, he runs his tongue along your teeth and sucks on your lower lip, basking in the heat radiating from your bodies. It’s driving him crazy.

He kisses down your neck into the valley between your breasts, massaging them gently. Your hands continue to tug at his hair, soft whimpers going straight to his dick.

You groan as he continues his journey down your stomach to the waistband of your pants, where he stops and looks up at you for approval.

‘Please.’ He grin. You nod. ‘Alright then.’ He slowly pulls them down, revealing your soaked panties.

‘So pretty.’ He cooes, kissing dangerously close to your core. He shimmies you out of your pants and then pushes aside your panties, tracing teasing circles around your clit with this tongue. Your thighs instinctively try to close around his head, but he pins them apart, not letting them interrupt his meal.

‘Be a good girl, baby. Good girls get good things.’ You can feel yourself melt under his touch. You’re embarrassed from how easily your legs are shaking due to being so touch starved, but you can’t really focus on that right now.

Your back arches as 2 fingers are inserted into your cunt, stretching you. And it takes everything to not cum right there and then.

‘You alright there, babygirl?’ Sabo laughs, hooking an arm around your thigh and nipping at the skin. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod, breathing deeply.

‘I just haven’t had sex in a while.’

‘We’ll take it slow. I wanna make this last.’ Slowly, his fingers pump in and out, letting you ease around them while he continues to kiss and nibble on your thighs, leaving little pink and purple marks that you’ll find in the morning. After a few minutes, he adds a third digit, watching your expression to make sure he wasn’t hurting you in any way. Your heads tilted to the side and you make eye contact, the lustful gaze drawing you in. He smiles and kissed back up your body to your neck.

‘Are you ready for me? Or do you wanna wait a little longer?’ You wrap your arms back around his neck, pulling him down into a chaste kiss.

‘I’m ready.’ You whisper, pressing your foreheads together. ‘But please don’t be harsh.’

He nods and kisses you deep but slowly as he pulls his fingers from your cunt. You hear the rustle of clothes from him removing his pants and boxers before feeling his tip graze your entrance.

‘Do you want a countdown?’ He teases, grinning at his own joke. You smile, hitting his shoulder and murmuring a quiet “asshole”. He slowly pushes himself past your entrance to your warm insides, revealing in the intense heat.

‘Shit.’ He curses against your lips. ‘Damn, you feel amazing.’ You try to reply, but all that comes out is a moan. ‘Are you ok? Can I move?’

You hum, already leaving scratches on his back from blunt nails. He carefully starts to move, burying himself deeper with each thrust and it drives you insane. It isn’t long before you feel your stomach twist into knots.

‘S-Sabo… gonna cum.’ You whimper, nuzzling into his neck.

‘Already, baby? Can you hold on for a little so we can do it together?’ He gets a babble for a reply, mixed with a harsh kiss to his jaw. ‘Good girl. You’re taking me so well, baby.’ He brings one hand to your face, gently stroking your face. He touch is comforting, and you feel him pick up his pace so you get to finish as soon as you want.

‘Fuck.’ He mumbled under his breath. ‘Shit. Do you want me to pull out or no?’

‘I-I don’t mind. Whichever you prefer.’ You babble. He nods.

‘I’ll come inside then, if that’s ok with you.’

A hum seals you fate as you feel yourself tip over the edge, quickly followed by feeling your insides filled to the brim. Your back arches at a ridiculous angle, pressing your chests together. Sabo rails you through your orgasm until you're a choked-up, panting mess. Not that he’s any different. He pulls out with a grunt and flops next to you, taking a minute to collect his breath before he stands to grab something to clean you both up.

In the few minutes you’re left alone, you want to cry. The way his touch felt on you felt so familiar and so comfortable, and the knowledge it was all caused by a drunk haze made you wanna cry. Tears collected on your lower lashes as you did your best not to let them spill.

‘Hey.’ Sabo cooes, leaning down beside you while he cleans up your legs. ‘What’s wrong, hun? Why are you crying?’

You shake your head, covering your face.

‘I’m not. It’s nothing. It’s just-‘ You stop, looking away from his gaze. ‘I miss him like freaking crazy, Sabo.’

The blond smiles, putting aside his cleaning supplies and lying next to you.

‘Same. Everyday.’ For a moment, it feels as if this isn’t a drunk conversation, but instead 2 people bonding through grief. You roll so you’re facing him, forehead pressed against his chest. ‘But I do wanna be able to protect you like he did.’

One of his hands strokes your hair gently, carefully tugging out any tangles. You’ve stopped crying, just listening to the quiet thump of your heartbeats.

‘Sabo?’

‘Yeah?’

‘I wanna learn to love you, the same way I loved him.’

A soft hum comes from above you and you feel his lips press against your temple. His arms wrap around you gently, keeping you warm.

‘Ok.’

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[housewarningparty]

you're so right about the Lies my parents told me episode!! Principal Robin Wood is like "you killed my mom" (valid complaint to have about someone) and Spike for real counters it with "well i kinda lowkey was in love with my mom. so what now." like??????

i would say "if i was principal wood i would've shot him on sight" but famously he did try. mr robin i could treat you so much better than buffy!!

I think part of what is so frustrating is that it's flying in the face of a lot of what they seemed to be trying to do with Spike's character this season and that kind of adds to the unusual cruelty of it.

So like - this whole season we're getting just SO MUCH of Spike and soul stuff. How different he is with a soul, how it's what's preventing him from killing, how he's wracked with guilt and shame over his past. And this should be a climactic moment for him - if nothing else you could see a version of this where he experiences empathy for Wood, expresses genuine regret, talks it out or tries to make amends.

Something like that would play into the idea that having a soul has made him reevaluate his life and his deeds. Killing slayers after all was his whole deal, now he's in love with one, now he's confronted with the grieving child of one. Shouldn't that be a moment where he faces up to something monstrous and tries to do better? Couldn't a sincere expression of contrition make Robin stop and think about what he's doing, what vengeance costs, what it's all for and if it's worth it?

That feels so obvious to me. I just pulled that out of my ass after thinking about it for five minutes.

But INSTEAD we spend most of our time in Spike flashbacks, centered in his POV, dealing with his relationship to his mom instead. And in the end, instead of showing any of the humanity Spike is supposed to have gained through his soul and his love for Buffy, we get him telling Robin that it was good he killed Nikki Wood, he doesn't regret it, and that Robin's pain is his mother's fault because by pursuing her calling she proved that she didn't love him enough (nevermind what that implies about Buffy and every other slayer, for that matter).

That the episode ends with Buffy downplaying Robin's pain and Spike's guilt to a pointless vendetta and saying that she would allow Spike to kill him if he tries to get justice again is just salt in the wound. Comparing losing Joyce to an aneurysm as a young adult to Robin's mother being murdered when he was a young child is ridiculously callous.

I think Robin Wood is one of the better, more interesting characters introduced in this season. The son of a murdered slayer in the mix adds so much potential depth to the questions we could start to ask about Buffy, now that she's getting older, raising her sister alone, balancing a career and slaying. Robin also offers a way for Buffy to have a connection to the slayer line that's more personal and tangible than anything we've seen before. But instead of exploring that - what was it like for a child to be raised by his dead mother's watcher? How does meeting Buffy and her friends challenge what he thinks he knows about the calling? Instead of giving Robin that much consideration as a character he gets sidelined for more Spike backstory and then scolded for uh being upset that his mother's killer is just flouncing around talking about how reformed he is. AND HE'S WEARING HER GODDAMN COAT.

Lies My Parents Told Me sucks so hard it's unreal. Hands down worst episode of the show for me.

[theamityelf]

I miss you writing about my boys Taka and Makoto so what are your thoughts on vengeful ghost Taka and Makoto being the only human to calm him down?

Like say Taka met his end at the hands of unruly students at school (not necessarily Hope's Peak) and he comes back very angry but because he was friends with Makoto when he was alive he calms down at his presence?

Or

Both Taka and Makoto are ghost but Taka's a vengeful spirit and Makoto is a peaceful one that people seek protection from? This would probably take place in the far past.

I love it.

I lowkey kind of want to make it a post-killing game thing, but I'll keep it normal for now, lol. More of a, "Taka died in a tragic accident but kept coming to school as a ghost" kind of thing.

The rules I'm imagining for this are, he's invisible when he's ruled by passion or emotion (like vengeance, or the visceral anger he now feels when he sees people rUNNING IN THE HALLS!), but he gets to look like himself, or a phantom version of himself, when he remembers who he is and is in touch with his own mind.

When he first dies (presumably because someone else was breaking the rules or doing mischief), he's initially just a roiling, seething presence. An intense feeling of slightedness and self-righteous fury.

But he maintains his living self's innate sense of punctuality, so this spectral presence goes to classes. He's invisible. His ghost is aggressive towards people who talk or pass notes or eat snacks or fall asleep, and he's especially aggressive towards those he holds responsible for his death. And he might not differentiate between the pranksters who directly did it and just the broader institution of pranksters as a whole.

And the ghost's behavior gets worse, angrier, nastier, each day.

Makoto– who is of course grieving Taka –notices that the strange incidents that have started happening seem to somewhat follow Taka's class schedule. And despite the clear pattern of what kind of students are targeted by the unexplainable incidents– like a whole desk flipping over when its occupant nodded off during a lesson –Makoto himself was never targeted.

After school one day, he goes to a place where he used to meet up with Taka to study and hang out. And he starts talking to him, even though he can't see him. He starts off talking about class, his day, normal things. Then he starts talking about his feelings. It's his first time really expounding about how Taka's death has made him feel.

He starts crying. He keeps talking.

And at some point he just...isn't alone anymore. There's another figure sitting beside him. Also crying. For a few minutes, Makoto doesn't dare look over at him, even though he knows. He just keeps talking.

When he steels his nerve enough to look, he meets red eyes, and then he feels the strange sensation of a ghost trying to hug him.

"Taka," he breathes. "You're...You're here."

Taka is only just remembering who he is. Before, it was all impulses and emotion. The past few days are still kind of a blur, but there's something he remembers pretty clearly: a feeling of helpless searching, desperate loneliness. "I came here after school every day, but you weren't here. We said we were going to study, right? Why didn't you come?"

Makoto does his best to hug the ghost back. After Taka died, he couldn't come back to this place. "Because I was scared of sitting here alone," he answers honestly. "But I guess...by avoiding that, I just made it so you were alone. I'm sorry."

Taka looks at Makoto's face, and despite the fact that Makoto just finished talking about how Taka died and how it made him feel, this is Taka's first time consciously understanding that he is dead. "It's not your fault."

"But is that why you've been so angry? Every day, coming here and waiting for me..."

"Makoto...did those hooligans murder me?"

"N-No, they didn't-! They didn't mean to, Taka. It was all an accident. A terrible one."

"People always say that, when their actions have consequences."

"...I'm really sorry you died, Taka. Is there anything I can do?"

"Please keep coming to see me. Keep reminding me who I am."

"Yeah. Yeah, of course."

Makoto would have stayed longer than usual, but Taka retains his sense of punctuality:

"You should go home. We mustn't worry your parents, and you haven't had any time to study or finish your homework."

A fond tightness in Makoto's throat. "I...have a confession?"

"What is it?"

"I've been letting my grades slip a little since you...since you died. I've been turning in half-finished work, sleeping in class."

"Makoto, you mustn't. Don't miss out on the joys of hard work and achievement. Not on my account."

"What do you do at night? Do you go home?"

"I've never tried. Mostly, I think I've been tidying up around the school. And I think I've tried to sleep, but it hasn't worked. Maybe ghosts don't sleep. And maybe they don't...travel. It doesn't feel as if I can leave the school."

"That's not...No, I don't accept that. You have to be able to leave! You have to see your dad, and..." And if Taka can't leave, then his whole afterlife will be this school. No, he doesn't want to upset him with those kinds of thoughts. "Just, maybe you should give it a try. Even if it doesn't work the first time, you can keep trying, right?"

"Of course. Try and try again– that's what they say!"

Makoto smiles, at Taka's usual loud determination.

From then on, whenever Taka's invisible phantom form starts wreaking havoc, Makoto can step in to calm him down.

The school doesn't want to openly acknowledge that there's a ghost, but the teachers do always call on/send for Makoto when ghost stuff happens.

And Taka insists on helping Makoto study.

[joesalw]

putting this here bc this blog feels like a safe space as a someone whos always been very critical of taylor despire also loving her art… plus im far too afraid to put this on main so :/

i remember back in 2023 when the whole matty ratty thing was going on, and as a jewish fan i felt completely disgusted she would even allow someone so gross and bigoted into her life. i was part of the #speakupnow campaign with other fans, i felt so desperate to make it all end and for her to condemn that man… but she didn’t. she only distanced herself. i was at least partially satisfied she stopped associating with him, and i still considered myself a fan for that reason, but the pain i felt of betrayal to her most marginalised fans never really went fully away no matter how much i tried to stuff it down.

flash forward to now. i was ready for this album, excited even to get new music, only to receive a disjointed wreck of an album that was largely defending a relationship with a neonazi freak. i feel stunned and angry. i was already growing a dislike towards her because of the whole billionaire/ecoterrorist/politically silent thing but i told myself i can still like the music and be critical or her actions at the same time. now i’m not so sure i feel that way anymore. i feel ashamed and stupid and lied to. i spent so much time and money on her only for her to continue to lowkey simp for a racist misogynistic weirdo on top of all the other shit??? idk.

i feel like i’m looking for validation from others my anger and hurt is justified, that its okay to change my mind about taylor swift, that i can still acknowledge the positive impact her art had on me and not want to support the current path shes on right now because it is hurting people and i can’t stand by and watch any longer or else i’m complicit, that i can grieve the trust i put in her to be a better person that she’s been acting like in the past year or so. i hope this ask is of no bother to you, i just saw your ex swifties tag and felt like maybe this would be a good time to speak my truth.

Your anger and hurt is completely justified, the main purpose of my ex swiftie tag is for this discussion. We are all feeling the same resentment towards her. And it's valid because we wasted so much time loving her and defending her and now it's like she's completely a different unrecognizable person, a person that's doing everything against the things she once she stood for. You may call this being parasocial but she's to be blamed for that for deliberately creating this parasocial relationship with her fans. Like dropping easter eggs, secret sessions, clues about exes, sharing diary pages etc etc as a marketing scheme to profit her branding.

[hiscloakmydaggers]

Peachy-Keen

*fic of deacon and nic (my oc!!) meeting*

excerpt of how nic got his name, yayy. i promise ill publish the full thing soon... it just takes a while to perfect things

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Deacon watched him visibly grieve, while standing like a statue. They don’t teach sympathy to agents, but maybe they should start doing that, now that he thinks about it. “Why can't I know your name?” He asked with suspicion.

“The Gunners.”

“Ahh,” he exhaled from pursed lips, his eyes tracing the straps of that harness. Gunners? Really? I couldn’t tell! Damnit, he wasn’t about to be sarcastic though. “You need, like, somebody to talk to about it? I know this one guy.”

“...No. I just need to forget.”

“Well, that’s the spirit right?” He held his hand up for a high five, but was left awkwardly hanging.

Instead of matching his energy, the man rolled his eyes, “Don’t bother.”

“Jeez, okay,” he looked away to the side, dropping his hand to his pocket. His mind rushed words out of his mouth, “I don’t like the name ‘Nickel’ though. Who even came up with that?”

“My brother, ‘cause he said I’m too 'caps-hungry'… Nickel, like pre-war money,” he picked a rusty coin from his pocket and pinched it between his fingertips, “they used to call them nickels. This thing’s centuries old. My lucky charm. God only knows how many bitches I've been able behead because of-”

"Alright, alright I get it." Deacon’s face stretched with shock, “But, woah, you actually know history? I thought all of you were… stupid!” He watched the coin, scanned the date on it. “1993… how did you get that?!”

“I scavenge in my free time. I have these things called hobbies,” he flashed a fake smile that shouldn’t have been as charming as it was.

Why was his body shaking with excitement? Nevermind that, “That’s cool. But still, not really a name. It makes you sound like some raider boss.”

“Really? Oh.” He sneered, “don’t wanna be seen as a raider,” he hissed as if it were a slur, “that’s even worse.”

“Totally,” Deacon giggled, then sunk back into thought. For a moment they stared at each other, trying to read minds.

 “Nic… Nic…” Deacon started to drift off.

The man stared down at him, “The hell are you saying?”

“Testing something,” he smiled, “I think I’ll just call you Nic. It’s cute, right?”

“I don’t want to be cute. I'm a man.”

“Pfft... Well, then it’s handsome, right?” Deacon held his hands up, shamefully grinning.

Nic’s whole face woke up with shock and blush. “Are you saying I’m handsome?” 

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shy deacon and sassy (lowkey internalized sexism) nic awww

u know whats pretty funny tho?? nic is a drug addict, and his name is like nicotine... not even intentional, im a natural genius

[anonymous-dentist]

about q!slime "I love you", I just thought it was funny because q!roier NEVER responds back to q!cellbit (he only said it once and it was at their wedding) that's all, he literally got more sad because of q!spreen the other day than for his husband, I really love spiderbit but since the beginning of purgatory he's been acting really weird towards him, I just think he should appreciate him more since he does literally everything for q!roier and I don't see half the amount of retribution and oh I'm sure that if q!cellbit acted the way q!roier acts towards him, no one would like them and they would call them toxic. [I would also like to clarify that I don't like any other ships with them]

Clearly your understanding of these characters is lacking because Roier didn’t spend the entire last week of Purgatory obsessively protecting his husband and dying for him on several occasions just for people like you to say that he doesn’t appreciate Cellbit at all.

The thing about qRoier is that he’s always hid his emotions from everybody including the audience, and the only person who’s ever really been able to see through his Silly Guy Persona is qCellbit. Cellbit doesn’t need Roier to say “I love you” to know that he loves him because he knows that Roier expresses his love in different, more subtle ways. He spends time with Cellbit even though he doesn’t really Get enigmas the way Cellbit and even Richarlyson do, he constantly tells Cellbit that he’ll be with Cellbit no matter what. It’s why Cellbit wasn’t angry during the Egg War event, he knew that Roier would never EVER purposefully hurt him; if you watch Roier’s stream of it, you’ll see him constantly shouting for Cellbit to leave so he doesn’t have to hurt him.

During Purgatory, Roier never went out of his way to hurt Cellbit, and he felt AWFUL every time he had to. And then, once they were put on the same team, Roier spent nearly every moment he could by Cellbit’s side protecting him from mobs and from Blue Team. When Tubbo attacked in the Red Base, Roier legitimately died to protect Cellbit, and anyone who knows his character knows that he’d do it again. And again. And again!

Roier is absolutely crushed right now btw, in reference to you saying he was more upset about qSpreen dying than qCellbit. He’s always covered his grief up in jokes, it’s why most of the server and a majority of fans all believe Roier’s moved on from Bobby’s death. Again, the only one on the island who’d be able to see through this is Cellbit, but he’s. Indisposed.

The interesting thing about him grieving right now is the fact that Roier doesn’t actually seem to fully believe that Cellbit is dead. Sure, he’s saying he is, but it’s kinda more in the same way he did when he thought Richarlyson and Leo were dead. But also? He’s doing something he’s NEVER done regarding a deceased family member, and that’s changing the things they left behind. He says the castle is his now and so he can change the paintings, but he was also almost like “omg he’s gonna be so mad at this when he gets back” as he did so because he may not truly believe that Cellbit is dead, especially ooc after seeing that Richarlyson Video from the other day. Roier’s allowing himself to feel a tiny amount of hope atm, and he’s angry and he’s so SO upset. Because he loves Cellbit and he’s hurt.

By the way, the reason Cellbit’s “Te Amo” at the end of Purgatory hit so hard is because Cellbit doesn’t usually say it, either. Because he’s still lowkey super emotionally constipated, and because that just isn’t the kind of relationship he and Roier have. They both say “I love you” in different ways, and that’s just fine

But whatever, you do you. Keep watching with your eyes closed, have fun

[dopeasspancake]

Okay, I have another Hear Me Out situation, but this one is for Billy/Sidney/Stu.

An AU where Billy and Stu kill everyone so they can have Sidney to themselves.

Billy and Stu have been hooking up behind Sidney's back for quite a while, because despite him loving Sidney, he loves Stu just as much (if not more). One night as they're laying in Stu's bed, Billy laments how much easier things would be if Stu was interested in Sidney too and they could convince her to date the both of them.

And of course Stu is like "what do you mean IF I was interested?" because he has eyeballs and Sid is gorgeous and genuinely very sweet and kind and Stu has been lowkey obsessed with her as well, but would never dream of acting on it because he loves Billy.

So they hatch a plan to slowly introduce Stu into Billy and Sidney's relationship in a way that Sid won't even realize until it's already happened.

First, they kill her mother and frame Cotton for it. A year later they kill Tatum, Randy, and Neil Prescott (but make his look self-inflicted so they can frame for him for the latest murders). They did go after Sidney but made sure not to hurt her, but do slice themselves up to really sell it and then tell police and Sidney her dad snapped on the anniversary of his wife's murder and took out Sidney's all friends and tried to kill her but they were able to stop him.

And naturally Sidney is upset but also so grateful to the boys for saving her and they're like "Well of course, anything for you, Sid."

So her aunt Kate moves into Sidney's house so that Sidney doesn't also have to move in addition to grieving her friends and parents. But she's always busy working or looking after her own little toddler, so Sid is on her own a lot.

And now she's nice and isolated, with really only her boyfriend and good friend Stu to lean on for support. And they make it a point to always be there for her, comforting with sweet words and gentle touches and small tokens of affection to cheer her up.

The plan really kicks in with regular movie nights where Sidney sits on the sofa between the two boys. And Stu is more than happy to get up and grab Sidney snacks and another can of Dr Pepper whenever she wants. It's just what a good friend would do he says anytime she protests.

Billy and Stu start finding opportunities for Stu to slip extra compliments towards Sid into everyday conversation.

"Your hair looks very pretty today, Sid."

"Hey Stu, what do you think of Sidney's new jeans she got yesterday?"

"I'd say they make your ass look fantastic but I'm sure that's all you and not just the jeans, baby."

(She'll blush and chastise him for his choice of words but Billy and Stu will only laugh and agree that it's true.)

Then one movie night Stu offers to let her rest her legs over his lap so she can stretch out and lay against Billy's chest while he plays with her hair. And since her legs and feet are just right there Stu is kind enough to rub her feet and occasionally runs a finger along her legs to test the waters. But he never looks at her because he's totally just spaced out watching the movie, right?

And from there they start conditioning Sidney to get used to Stu becoming as touchy as Billy. If he opens a door for her, he guides her through with a hand on her lower back. She has a hair out of place? He reaches over and tucks it behind her ear.

After a couple of months Billy and Stu start to notice Sidney seeking out physical contact from Stu just as much as Billy. If they're standing around talking, she'll lean against him if he's closer than Billy. She gives him and Billy both hugs anytime she's saying goodbye. Eventually she even starts kissing him on the cheek.

They enter the final act of their plan with Billy initiating brief make out sessions during their movie nights. And at first she's hesitant because she worries Stu will think it's uncomfortable or weird but he's of course like "oh by all means, suck face."

And so they do. And sometimes, since they're often right there on his lap, Stu will caress his fingers along her legs and thighs while her and Billy kiss. And this begins to instill a sort of Pavlovian response in her.

So sometimes if Stu happens to touch her leg, she'll initiate making out with Billy. Which gets progressively more heated.

And then after 3-4 months it finally all comes to fruition when the 3 of them are watching a movie. Sidney and Billy are kissing, but both boys see her constantly looking out of the corner of her eye at Stu while he draws little circles around her ankle with a finger, and her breathing is getting heavy.

Billy feels like it's finally the right time, so as he kisses along her jaw he whispers in her ear that Stu looks so lonely over there. And Sidney nods in agreement but doesn't say anything.

And then Billy looks her in the eye and with a very charming smile tells her "you can kiss him too, if you want." And of course she looks completely taken aback, but not mad. So Billy continues on with things like I see the way you look at him sometimes, he looks at you too and it's okay, I'm fine with it, we're all friends here and he's been so lonely since losing Tatum.

And by now Stu isn't even pretending he's not listening anymore and he plays the Good Cop and reassures her with you don't have to do anything you don't want to and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, you're just so pretty and just so nice and Sidney, baby, you know I adore you.

And with one last nod of encouragement from Billy, Sidney slowly pushes up and away from Billy to scoot down the couch toward Stu, who gently scoops her up and and resettles her so that she's straddling his lap.

Because she looks so nervous still, Stu takes the initiative to draw her in with a gentle finger under her chin and she doesn't stop him so he finally goes in for the kill.

And while Stu and Sidney gently make out, Billy scoots down the couch so he can sit next to them and lean against Stu's side so the hand not gripping Sidney's waist can run through Billy's hair.

And when one of Sidney's hands reach out to hold Billy's while the other runs along Stu's jawline, Billy just thinks to himself Got her.

[sillycowboys]

Bad batch finale spoilers

My thoughts

HUNTER DIDNT DIE 😭😭😭I CRIED SO MUCH THO

But that motherfucking awful bitch Hemlock dying made my year

OMEGA ALL GROWN UP??? Shut the fuck up. AND TECHS GOGGLES ON HER SHIP? BE QUIET IM DYING.

Hunter with that salt n pepper look just made me want him more #zaddy

“clone force 99 died with Tech” — okay so basically you want me to kill myself? wow

Was lowkey still delusional till the very last second that clone x was Tech but you know what it’s actually better this way bc tech didn’t have to get tortured. I still miss him more than anything in the world

I fully thought wrecker was gonna die bro I was mentally preparing myself

“You’re our kid. Always will be.” Yes she will. But And so what happens if Omega dies fighting in the rebellion or what if old ass Hunter crosshair and wrecker have to go and help her, what then? WHAT THEN, DAVE???!

I still can’t believe tech is dead I’ve been telling myself he’s alive the entire season but now I just have to grieve. I don’t want to. Thank god none of the others died otherwise I’d have to grieve multiple at once bc I’m still not over tech

but like REALLY? TECHS DEAD ARE YOU SURE?????😭😭😭😭 ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY SURE???

Echo had so many mommy moments it made me very happy. Emerie asking him how he knew it was echo who let the zillo beast loose…”It’s what I would’ve done” HE IS HER MOMMY.

I’m ngl I’m surprised they all made it out

When they cut off crosshairs hand I was both devastated and also relieved for him bc he doesn’t have to deal with the shaking anymore, but also I think screamed

I think we rly need to push the concept that mom and dad don’t need to be in love, like yes Hunter is dad and Echo is mom, yes they are brothers, no it does not mean they aren’t mommy and daddy because THEY ARE

Crosshair is the really cool uncle who also lives with them

Wrecker is the fun older brother

Tech is, well, dust

JK. Tech is honestly the annoying younger sibling that you say is annoying but you actually love more than anything oh and also he’s always right

And Omega is just Baby

Hemlock is like, the creepy uncle who married into the family but isn’t allowed to any family events…plus he’s also dust now too

I wish Phee was in the finale lowkey. Missed her

I could talk more but I need to process first.

Anyways bye love you gonna cry some more now