#Pretty Proofreader

[smalltownrodeo]

Since editors and proofreaders work closely with each other, I earnestly ask you to please get along. PRETTY PROOFREADER (2016)

[b1mbodoll]

omg jay forcing you to take a dildo that is obviously to big for you 😵‍💫😵‍💫

god. yeah. and he’s so fucking good at it.

jay definitely sweet talks you the whole time too, praising you for takin’ such a big toy in your tight little pussy; presses kisses to your thighs and squeezes them lovingly. he has one of those clamp vibrators too, your clit pressed between it to draw more orgasms from you and make it easier to slide the toy inside. he loves watching you take thick toys.

he prefers knotted dildos so he can watch how your cunt gapes for him, your gasps n choked out cries of his name cause his cock to twitch, pre leaking from his slit n making a mess of his sweats, because yes. he is half dressed. he doesnt have to touch himself to cum, just wrecking you with a silicone cock is enough to have jay blowing his load.

the ring of your cream coating the knot and length of the toy make him fucking dizzy, he doesn’t know whether he wants to taste you or watch you deepthroat the toy instead.. maybe he’ll have you do it and kiss you messily afterwards, a gentle but firm hand on your jaw keeping you in place as he works his tongue inside your mouth, a mixture of drool and your cum makin’ a mess of your chins.

he doesn’t bother taking a hand off you or the dildo to stroke his cock, but when he gets too into it, jay grinds against the mattress, moaning deeply when you clench around the toy as your orgasm washes over you. he swears ‘s like he can feel how tight you’re gripping the toy and his fingers dig into your thigh as his hips stutter, his thick load seeping through and leaving a stain on his pants.

[lailau7904]

So y'all have seen the Williams F1 Logo before, yeah?

well get ready, becaues I am about to ruin your day!

where does one even begin with this. i am sorry in advance. -just a poor learning graphic design student, who simply tried to enjoy their saturday evening

The Logo

For anyone that doesn't know, here's the Williams F1 Logo. Entirely unedited, copied straight from Wikipedia:

Now like many fans, I actually quite enjoy this logo. I like the modern, sharp edges of it and it's simple yet intriguiging design. It's memorable, while also easily recognizable as a W. I also really enjoy the colour choice (this, however, is entirely a personal preference.)

(entire rant under the cut. please keep reading this took years off my life span.)

How did we even get here?

Let's start at the beginning. How did we even get here? Well I, a poor poor learning graphic designer, was watching this lovely video from Mr. V's Garage about bad F1 Logo's over the past 35 or so seasons. Very interesting, I can only recommend it (but you don't need to watch the video to understand this post)!

Now, to cleanse the palette at the end of the video, Mr. V included a top 10 GOOD logos from this time span, it was very kind of him.

On P4 of this "Good List," Mr. V placed the current Williams F1 Logo, as pictured above. At first I vaguely agreed with this, believing that he probably simply hadn't noticed one of the things that's been bothering me about that Logo since the first time I saw it up close.

The first sign of Trouble

So, what is this mystery issue, you might ask?

It's simple really. You don't necessarily notice it at a first glance, but something about that logo seems off. Taking a second longer, you may notice it yourself.

No, I mean it, take a minute and go look at the logo. It looks wonky as hell, doesn't it?

Well I can tell you the first thing that I personally noticed. The arms of the W aren't in line with the bottom half, see:

(Graphic by @girlrussell who was so kind to let me use it, as it is way prettier than the one I made)

It's a crooked W. There is no good explanation for this. The rest of the font is perfectly fine, geometrical shapes.

Anyway, the good person that I am I went to point this out to my partner ( @leftneb ) who proceeded to inform me that he, infact, was not aware about this and was, quote, "never going to unsee that."

Now, the good FRIEND that I am, I, of course, proceeded to rush into our broader F1 friendgroup to make them suffer for eternity.

What's the logical next step to take? Of course, fix the logo in Adobe Photoshop, you know, as a joke.

(Disclaimer at this point, I am not necessarily the biggest fan of Williams Management Team. I enjoy ALL their drivers this season. I do NOT enjoy James Vowels. Be warned.)(Also I am aware that he probably did not have an influence on the logo)

Trying to fix it. Oh god, I was so innocent back then

Trying to fix the logo in Photoshop is the worst mistake I could've made. THE worst path to take. I could've just giggled about making my friends suffer (which I succeeded in, by the way) and moved on. Instead I ruined a perfectly good Saturday evening, and for what? I don't know anymore.

Anyway, how was I gonna go about fixing the logo in the simplest way possible? Simplest way I could come up with: slap the thing in Photoshop and put two, mirrored boxes at each side to make the sides line up. Small issue, how do I make the thing actually even? Fix: line them up at the intersecting point with the bottom tips of the W.

Here's the result:

Hey, anyone care to explain to me why in THE LORDS NAME the arms are different sized? I mean, surely they weren't before. Surely, certainly, I must've messed up.

I double, I tripple checked. I made sure everything was lined up and made sense. But no.

It just couldn't be. Something was uneven in this logo, something even deeper. Something I could not have predicted when first taking a closer look. It was at this point I realized I had messed up. What rabbit hole had I stumbled across? Certainly, it couldn't get much worse.

And that's when I noticed.

(pictured above; my genuine reaction)

There's MORE? (oh god, the top isn't lined up)

I couldn't believe my eyes. This is the PINNACLE of the sport, and THIS was the logo of one of the competing teams? I mean, yeah, we have a Visa Cash App RB or a Kick Sauber or even a MoneyGram Haas which are all terrible logos, but at least they're CLEAN. (this has not been checked. If anyone wishes to ruin a nice Saturday evening, feel free to check them and tell me how wrong I was in the previous statement!)

But you can see that there is no end in sight for this post. I'm sure you're as scared as I was at this point. By now we were sitting in VC, discussing the horribleness of this logo. I had long informed my irl's about this, who take said design classes with me. And it was one of them who pointed out the next thing that had been bothering me, but I had not been able to put a finger on up to this point.

thE DISTANCE, HOW DID THEY FUCK IT?

I'm afraid I have to confirm your fears.

Yes, those lines are the same length. According to Photoshop, they're on the same level as well, so no flunking with angles.

The gaps of the arms to the main W are not the same. They're differently sized gaps.

It was clear to us, this logo is inherintely flawed. They're subtle issues, but once you pay attention you start to notice things. It all looks slightly wonky and off centre. And eventually, you get paranoid, and start comparing other angles and sizes. And you will keep finding things. This has ruined my life.

HOOOOOW

Honestly, I don't even know what to say. Yes, yes sadly those lines, too, are the same length. Just copied over from one side to the other and layed over on the same height. I admit, they're not layed over perfectly. I was honestly holding back tears at this point. But the point still stands, you can clearly see a difference in width.

Honestly, the only way I can explain it is that at some point there was a mess up of distance or proportions and whoever was designing the logo couldn't pin it down and tried to restore the visual balance by making manual adjustments. And in all honesty? They kinda did a good job, if that's what's happened. I mean, you notice the crookedness of the arms, and then maybe the difference in height, but the rest you probably will not notice if you don't spend too much time staring at it. (like some of us) And even those issues clearly aren't noticeable to the vast majority, considering I had to go point it out to a group chat for my friends at least to notice.

what the fuck is THAT?

Now, the thing about doing this investigative work of prooving a team you dislike is worse in more aspects than you previously thought, is that you do a lot of zooming in. And zooming in means you might notice bits that yours eyes simply overlooked before, because they were too small.

Here you can witness the top of the middle point, that, for whatever reason, really wants to touch the top border of the Logo. I'm relatively certain that's the highest few pixel in the entire graphic, considering earlier chapter "There's MORE?" I have no idea why it looks like that or why they thought it was necessary for it to not end in a clean point.

I just actually have no idea how to even describe what is going on on the top of the left arm. That left hand side, again, touches the side and is therefore the most-left-pixel in the graphic. I, once again, have no idea the purpose of this. However the RIGHT hand side also makes no sense, as it is the most prominent corner in the whole logo. There's pointed corners, and rounded OF corners, but nothing that is trying to form it's own colony in a distant land that hopefully isn't this god awful logo. I hope that blob gets away. I really do. You go king.

i'm loosing my mind

Anyway, the only reason I could come UP with those weird "reachy-outy-bits" was to establish the dimensions of the logo? But if that was the case, I don't understand why they managed to keep all the other potentially border touching corners clean?

Like, look. Those are clean, sharp corners with some clearance off the borders. I have no clue why they managed it here but not with the others.

guys. please.

Backtrackig a little bit, going back to the positioning of the arms.

Do I need to mention that those lines are both the same length and the same (mirrored) angle? I really hope I don't, because I don't think I could be making this shit up. Like, once you roughly know what you need to look for it just kinda becomes easy to find.

As said before, I genuinely do think that most of these issues happened in a chain-reaction. For example, the distances between the main part and the W wouldn't be as noticeable (and they do get noticeable once you start looking at it) if the angle wasn't fucked. And guess what, there's more fucked angles here! Which ALSO influence this specific area of the logo!

this is just embarrasing for you.

something something same line copied over and mirrored etc etc

It's not as visible but the angles defintely don't line up here as well. As mentioned before, these issues for the most part all influence each other. It doesn't really excuse the issues, in my opinion as a designer, because a big company like this shouldn't have these sort of issues in their logo.

So let's review;

to sum it up,

i cannot even BEGIN to explain to you how big of a fucking JOKE this FUCKING logo is. because, i thought to myself, to round the post out, hey, why not show ALL the issues i pointed out in one picture? that would round it out quite nicely, wouldn't it?

Yeah well, this logo sent STRAIGHT FROM HELL just could NOT let me rest. I had only done the lines visualizing the crooked arms in PAINT up until this point, i.e. I had only pulled both up individually. To make a nice "rounding out" picture I still had to add them into PHOTOSHOP. so i did. i pulled up the line. i mirrored the line.

THE ANGLE IS FUCKING DIFFERENT

none. and i mean NONE of my friends had noticed this before. i need you to understand that we looked at this thing with FIVE pair of eyes, and NONE of us noticed that until i thought to myself "Oh I still need to add these specific lines to have ALL the issues I pointed out in my SILLY TUMBLR POST in ONE image" and i get THAT FUCKING SURPRISE

I was PLANNING to round the post out with a statement on how obviously this isn't a serious post. Here, I even had it all written out already because I accidentally started writing it in the last paragraph:

Of course, this is nitpicking, and it's not that serious. I'm aware of that. AS MENTIONED most of these would not be noticeable if we hadn't gone specifically looking for them.

yeah, well, fuck that. i just spent two hours seething about this logo. i'm ending the post on this instead.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

can you do a bakugo x reader who’s afraid of the dark? i think he’d be cute about it and make small explosions kinda like fireworks to cheer them up

omg whats so funny about this is that this is a scenario that happens in my oc x canon verse actually omg !! this is such a cute ask, tysm anon ! fem reader (tho no gender specified) ages arent specified here but i imagined both katsuki n reader younger (11-12) !!

there's a sudden power outage during math class.

the mix of groans and immediate screams put you on edge, they make your heart beat and you wish you could tell them all to just shut up. but you're mouth isn't working, your throat is clogged up and you can't see anything.

you hate the dark. it's embarrassing to still be scared of it at your age, it's childish and you're not a little kid anymore. you're sure katsuki wasn't scared of the dark anymore. granted, he wasn't scared of anything.

you’d walked out of your classroom, trying to maybe find some type of light source outside of class, you doubted the teacher noticed you leaving with all the chaos brewing.

very bad idea, it was pitch black. probably even darker than in class somehow. you feel your heart beat quicken as your eyes slowly start stinging.

you won’t cry, that’s so lame.

you’re old enough to know that monsters don’t exist, you know nothing is going to come snatch you up to drag you off into the darkness never to be seen again. of course you know that.

but you’re still so scared, and the scenarios you’d just made up where making you even more nervous. your eyes sting and you know it’s lame, but you really feel like crying.

if you were going to cry, you at least wanted to make sure no one could see you doing it once the lights turned back on. you manage to find a broom closet in the darkness and decide to hole up in there. you shiver, tightly hugging your knees. you feel tears prick in your eyes. it’s lame, and you’re too old to be crying, but you figure no one will know anyway.

then the door slams open.

you gasp, but don’t dare look up and squeeze your eyes shut tightly. maybe a monster was here to take you, maybe it was one of your classmates and they were gonna tell everyone how uncool and lame you were for crying.

“what’re you doing in here ?! i was lookin’ all around for you !”

you look up then, and katsuki looks back at you angrily. you bite your lip, you didn’t want him of all people to see you like this, he’d for sure think it was lame. katsuki’s expression morphs from anger to surprise to confusion. he raises a brow.

“what’re you crying for ?” the tone of his voice makes you hide your face again, furiously wiping at your eyes. you can see how he looks at you from the lights coming from outside, it peeks through the opening of the door, and you think that’s worse than a monster coming to get you.

“i-i’m not !” you mumble, your voice crackles as you do. you hear katsuki huff and then the door slams. what you were afraid of came true, you think. he thought you were embarrassing and wouldn’t want to be your friend anymore—

warm, warm hands grip at your wrists and rip them away from your face so you can see—katsuki. he’s still here ?

“liar.” he says, eyebrows furrowed. “y’know i hate liars.” you do know, you don’t want katsuki to hate you, that’s why you’re in here. you blink at him in surprise. katsuki only squints at you, before plopping down next to you. it’s a very tight squeeze, but he nudges your shoulder to make space for himself and he makes it happen.

anything katsuki put his mind to was possible. if he wanted to sit next to you in this cramped broom closet he was going to, no matter what. you always found that cool about him.

“why’d you run off ? i was looking for you..” he asks.

“i thought you wouldn’t notice..” you respond meekly. katsuki looks back at you. your shoulder hurts a bit so you readjust and move back. you can see his incredulous expression even better.

“hah ? why wouldn’t i ?”

why wouldn’t he ? because you were lame ? because crying about the dark at your age was embarrassing ?

“cus..” you fiddle with your hands, you can’t finish your sentence. katsuki finishes it for you.

“what, cus you’re scared ?” the way he says it. scared. makes you want to deny it again. but you hate lying and katsuki hates liars. so you just shrug. it’s quiet again, you hear the tapping of branches against the window outside. rain tapping the window, and then a big crack of thunder. you jump a bit despite yourself.

“teach said the power won’t be back till this let’s up.” he explains. this meaning the storm, you assume. you don’t know what to say anymore, you’re glad katsuki can’t see you.

“s’fine y’know..” he utters after a bit. you look back at him in shock, blinking rapidly. your eyes have gotten used to the darkness and you can see how his eyes dart around. he settles on pulling at his shoe laces for a bit.

“but…” you start, your throat is still clogged up “you said you hated crybabies…an’ scaredy-cats..” katsuki scowls at your words, tugging and twirling at his laces.

“i do.” he confirms, then he glances at you. “but i know you’re not.”

oh. you can’t muster up anything. you know you should say something now, and you feel your cheeks warm at his words. but it’s still so dark.

katsuki sits quietly as he inspects you. then he gets in your space again. you whine in annoyance, he’ll squish your shoulder at this rate but he grumbles back, he’s made up his mind. and there was nothing you could do about it.

and you thought that was kinda cool.

he stretches his hand out in front of you both. “look,” is all he says. you do, and after a moment.

soft little "cracks !" and "pops !" fill your ears, they’re not from outside, but from his hand, small orange lights accompanying them. you can’t stop looking, in awe as he keeps going. you always thought katsuki’s quirk was cool, and how much he control he had over it. he’d be an awesome hero, you're sure. he made sure to tell the whole world he would be.

he insisted that you’d be his number one fan forever. you always jokingly tell him he’ll have to work for it. “watch me, then !” he’d smirk, he’d claim he’d be the strongest in the world and you’d have no choice but to beg for his autograph then. “in your dreams !” you’d quip, but it never discouraged him. you never told him you were already his biggest fan. that he was your best friend in the world, that you thought he was the coolest.

“cool..” you utter quietly.

you can hear him huff proudly next to you, then the sparks slowly stop. you turn to look back at katsuki. his face is slightly illuminated by the sparks he tries to stop, you think you see a bit of pink on his cheeks.

"who cares if you're scared..i'm here, so you don't gotta be anymore." katsuki shoves his shoulder against yours teasingly "so don't go runnin' off anymore, got it ?"

and you hope his eyes have adjusted too, so he can see you smile. you're still a little scared now that it's completely dark again. and you're still not fully convinced a monster won't pop out and try to eat the both of you. but you know katsuki isn't scared of anything, and if one does show up he'll blast it away.

and he'll light up the way for you, no matter how dark it gets.

[meow1007]

Arisu nsfw alphabet!!

— I’m gonna preface this by saying that he’s probably going to be a little mischaracterized since I genuinely believe that Arisu is a secret perv a freak a LOSER!!!! And that’s why I love him so much <3 Other than that please enjoy and thank you for the request!!

A - Aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

Definitely a little clumsy, but he tries his best. Peppers your face with kisses, holds you close and always brings you a glass of water after. Has ironically (maybe) asked you to rate his performance out of /10

B - Body part (his favorite part of his and also yours)

Really likes his hands, and the fact that he’s tall. And about you? Basically everything, but he’s definitely a tits guy, doesn’t care about the size, as long as he can fall asleep with a hand under your shirt he’s a happy man trust me

C - Cum

Loves everything about it, has definitely shyly asked you if he can take a pic of your pretty face with his cum smeared all over it :(. Loves to cum in your mouth, inside you on your tits he doesn’t care as long as it’s on you!!

D - Dirty secret

One look at him is enough to tell me that he has definitely thought about stealing your panties, just the thought of having something so intimate of you makes his dick hard

E - Experience

So inexperienced and so shy at first, but he truly tries his best. Definitely used to cum in a short amount of time, but it wasn’t really a problem since he’s crazy about you and his dick would get hard again in a few minutes <3

F - Favorite position

Doesn’t have one tbh, as long as he’s inside you he’s happy. Loves having you on top and taking your nipples inside his mouth tho, also missionary so he can make out with you while he’s fucking you. The kind of guy who’s into cuddle fucking so spooning too

G - Goofy (is he serious/humorous?)

He’s not exactly cracking jokes, but after the initial tension wears off you can find yourself giggling with him

H - Hair (how well groomed is he?)

Sadly he shaves it all </3 which is weird since he looks like he doesn’t even shower but whatever

I - Intimacy

So so so romantic and so filthy at the same time. He’ll whine into your ear the most depraved things while softly kissing your neck and telling you how much he loves you

J = Jack off

Used to have a BAD porn addiction I just know it. Which was also rlly unfortunate since when he got together with you all his sex knowledge was from porn videos and the hentai he used to read, but he got better over time dw. Now if he really cannot wait long enough to fuck you he just jerks off to pics of you, they don’t even have to be sexual tbh, a selfie is enough <3

K - Kink

I see so many people categorizing him as a sub but I don’t see it tbh. Sure, he sometimes loves getting edged and overstimulated by you and even get called a good boy, but other than that he prefers having the upper hand during sex :P

Loves praising you and getting praised, also please pull his hair when he’s eating you out!! scratch his back!! leave hickeys on him!! he wants everyone to know that he’s yours.

L - Location

Wherever he can gets his hands on you fastest tbh. His room, your room, inside a car, sometimes he gets so desperate he just wants to be inside you he doesn’t even care if you’re in public/risky places

M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)

He’s actually so embarrassed sometimes cause even just feeling his thigh brush against yours is enough to give him a hard-on, please tell him how good he’s making you feel and I promise he won’t stop until you’re satisfied

O - Oral (giving and receiving)

At this point I headcanon everyone as an avid pussy eater but, it’s not my fault, look at him!! You could be just scrolling on your phone in bed and he’ll ask you to please let him eat you out. Grinds against the bed as he does so, maybe he cums in his pants too if he’s really turned on.

Also really loves you sucking his dick, the feeling of your throat against his cock makes him feel like the luckiest man alive. Doesn’t feel as good as you’re pussy sure, but he still loves seeing you with your nose pressed against his pelvis

Q = Quickies

While he does prefer taking things nice and slow with you, he’ll never turn one down. You’re in a rush and only have 10 minutes? Whatever he’ll just pull your panties to the side and fuck you from behind against the wall. He’s happy enough even if you just suck his dick

R - Risky (is he down to experiment?)

Tbh If you ask him to try something him I don’t think he wouldn’t be down to at least do it once.

S - Stamina

He’ll fuck you as many times as you ask he doesn’t care if he’s too sensitive, after the third round he will turn into a moaning mess though, pants into your ear as he can barely manage to thrust into you because how good the pain feels

T - Toys

Has 100% bought with Karube and Chota a pair of handcuffs as a joke, but he’s never asked you to try them. If you’re into it he loves teasing you with a vibrator too, stimulates your nipples as he teases you because he swears that you’re a good girl for him and you can come simply from that

U = Unfair

He will make you beg for his cock I don’t make the rules, other than that tho I don’t think he’s unfair. Teases you a little? Sure. Keeps rubbing your clit even after you’ve come and he promises you that you can take it and rips another orgasm from you? Also yeah.

V = Volume (how loud is he?)

He moans, he groans, he whines, he whimpers and he doesn’t care!! You’re making him feel so good, so why would he refrain himself from not showing it to you?

W = Wild card

Please pleaseeee let him film you. He promises that he’ll never show the pics/videos to anyone he just really wants to have something too look at when he misses you <3

Y - Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

He’s desperate tbh, it took him so long to discover how good sex feels and now that he knows he simply cannot take his hands off of you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)

It depends tbh, but usually he’s pretty tired since he always gives it his all so not that long

[fulgrims-big-naturals]

Blood raven brings you food

its the thing i said i'd do but it took me very long because ive been having random heart palpitations and that makes me scared to take my adhd meds so i didnt start it out proper so here's this out of chronology snapshot instead

oh also @slippi-the-magos

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"hello little songbird, I'm back"

You hear Ulysses cooing from the other side of the locked door along with the clinking of keys.

"i got you something~” He is singsonging with excitement, he must think you’ll like this one.

He always gets you something. A silver bracelet, some soft dresses, a book in a language you don't understand (you haven't told him you can't read it), a disk that makes rainbows when it catches the light, every day there is a new trinket for you. And food too. Three whole meals a day, with the good corpse starch, the one with the added protein. The door opens, pushing aside some rumpled fabrics by it as Ulysses steps into the room. He turns to lock the door again before flashing you a smile.

You swallow your unease to greet him “welcome back my lord” you’re trying your best to sound sweet, but the trans human dread you feel still has weight in your throat and your shoulders. Ulysses eyes light up at your voice, and grows a smile at the title.

“Thank you, you’re so sweet” he replies “and round! You’re so round and soft” he walks over to your bed and pulls you onto his lap, bringing a bag up next to you. “Look, look, I got you oranges”

The bag is full of orange spheres. They smell sweet. You furrow your brow at his excitement. They are nice, yes, but are not very intriguing.

“Do you not like oranges?” Ulysses asks, shifting his weight under you impatiently.

“Oh- no, no, I do! Thank you my lord” you have no idea what these are.

“Oh sweet thing, they’re fruits, you eat them” Ulysses giggles and plants a kiss on the top of your head. “Didn’t you know?”

“No my lord” you answer sheepishly. You still don’t know what a fruit is, but it is probably best not to ask your lord too many questions. You’ve yet to see Ulysses in a bad mood and you don’t want today to be the day you do.

Ulysses takes an orange for himself and bites into it. Seeing him, you do the same. It prickles your mouth, you wrinkle your nose up at the taste. Such a sweet smelling thing tastes so bitter. And it’s wet in the inside, like a very strange egg.

“Oh, you don’t like them.” Ulysses says disappointedly.

Your stomach drops. What would one of his angels do if you turned down his gifts? Your lord spent some of his immortal life to dote on someone undeserving like you and you meet him with ungratefulness? You don’t want to think of what he will do. You won’t think of it. You will like oranges damnit.

“No! no I do, I do” you start chomping into the orange again, getting juice all over your nose and chin. The meat of the orange is sweeter. Without the bitter shell you do quite like it. You breathe a sigh of relief and drop your shoulders.

Ulysses observes your orange based panic, and then your orange based acceptance with fascination. “Are you sure?” He cocks his head with the question.

You turn red, embarrassed to have to explain “I, uh, I thought I didn’t like it at first because the peel was so bitter, but the meat inside is sweet, so I do like them. I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, I’m sure there is a way to take the peel off”

“I thought you would be angry that I rejected your gift. which I am not doing, my lord, I do like it”

“Well if you didn’t like them, then there’s just be more for me. So it’s a win-win really.”

“Oh”

He’s not mad. He wasn’t mad when you didn’t know what the Rainbow Making Sun Reflector Disk was either. Maybe being stolen wasn’t so bad? Your old lord would never have brought you gifts. And he’d throw a fit if you talked wrong or looked wrong or other reasons you still hadn’t figured out. You’d better stay on guard though, this Blood Raven hasn’t used you for anything yet, but he must’ve taken you for a reason.

[14dayswithyou]

Meowdy Saint! ^^ What sort of havoc does Teo get into? Like besides smashing taillights.... aka... what am I going to see when Im stalking checking up on him?

✦゜ANSWERED: He's quite literally tied up in your closet right now...... I fear he's not doing much!! /silly

"Teo, I don't think this is legal..."

"Aw, don't get your panties in a twist, doll." Ignoring your words, Teo easily hoists himself over the chainlink fence and throws a casual look in your direction. "You're the one who said it was getting stuffy in the nightclub. Didn't you want to cool down?"

You glance between Teo and the empty public pool on the other side of the fence. "...I did. But this wasn't what I had in mind."

"No, but it's what I had in mind." Rolling his eyes at your hesitancy towards being rebellious, Teo throws a leg back over the fence once more and jumps off. He lands in his previous spot in the dirt with a grunt and offers you a hand. "C'mere. I'll help you over."

It takes one very large, noticeable moment before your feet start to move. Hesitancy is still thick in the air — and even in the forefront of your mind — but you somehow find it hard to say no to Teo when he's giving you those soft eyes and trademark smirk.

"C'mon. It'll be fine."

"We'll get in trouble." You manage to breathe out before you feel a pair of muscular arms around your waist. There's no time for you to react as Teo wordlessly hoists you over the fence and sits you atop the large steel bar that holds everything in place — before hoisting himself over as well.

However, he doesn't seem to wait for you to join him as the taller male takes a few steps toward the pool to suss everything out. And with a satisfied nod, he finally turns back to face you once more.

"We'll get in trouble?" With a scoff, he crosses his arms over his broad chest — making a point to flex his muscles and cock out his hip. "By who? That broken diving board?"

With an eye roll, you push yourself from the fence and jump down. "I don't know, but the... authorities... or something!"

"Don't see anyone around. Just you and me here, doll."

"W-Well... What about the cameras?" Even with nothing but the moonlight to illuminate your surroundings, you can still make out the shape of something circular in the corner of the main building.

"Oh, yeah. Forgot about those." Teo drawls as he begins to tug off his shirt. "Then we should probably give that lucky security guard a show, huh."

"Are you serious?!" You purposefully look away once he starts to remove his belt buckle. Suddenly, the questionable stain on the concrete was far more interesting than your half-naked companion. "No way!"

The sounds of something metallic hitting the floor ring in your ears before more rustling follows... Until the obnoxious sounds of water splashing everywhere drown out Teo's laughter and the rapid beating of your heart.

"Aw, you feelin' shy?" Teo's teasing lilt can be heard from somewhere within the pool as you fight the urge to look in his direction. "Gonna cry? At least let me see it."

At that, you whip your head and send him a sharp glare. It's your turn now to cross your arms over your chest, but Teo doesn't seem to acknowledge it with the way he dives back into the water and sloshes around without a care in the world.

Admittedly, it did look like he was having fun — and the droplets from all his splashing did feel nice against your bare skin.

But when your silence finally kicks in and makes itself known towards the dark-haired man, he turns to you with a serious expression and ceases his antics.

"If you really don't wanna be here, then I'll drive you home." Teo mentions offhandedly, "But the water's nice 'n cool. You're honestly missing out, dollface."

Not that you'd ever admit it out loud, but Teo did look all sorts of breathtaking as he casually waded through the water. His wet, tanned skin was glistening underneath the moonlight, and it was one of the rare occasions where he'd slick his hair back to give you the perfect view of his grey eyes — which seemed to be staring back at you with an intimate gleam to them.

Choking out a stutter, you try your best to brush it off by perching yourself on the ledge and dipping your feet into the pool.

"People have probably peed in here, y'know." You kick a bit of water in your companion's direction, but he easily brushes it off and splashes you back with his hand. You don't miss the way Teo fully turns his towards you, nor how he seems to be slowly inching his way closer to your spot by the edge of the pool.

"We can do something more indecent in here if you're up for it."

"Teo!" Your voice raises a few octaves, though you don't show any other signs of protest. "Don't you have your own pool, anyway?"

"Aw, where's the fun in that? Don't you wanna experience a new kind of thrill every once in a while?"

"..."

You despised the fact that he was right. Perhaps one of the main reasons you often found yourself drawn to Teo was because of how much excitement he brought into your life. Sometimes, it was nice to break the cycle of monotony... And Teo just so happened to be one of the very few people who could do that for you.

With a resigned sigh, you glance back at Teo and move to take off your shirt.

"See? Knew there was a reason I kept you around." He gives you a genuine smile this time, but you were too preoccupied with discarding your clothing somewhere safe to notice it. "This is why you're more fun than the others."

Teo swims closer to your side now — close enough to rest against the ledge and cage your thighs with his muscular arms. And had you chosen to look down at him, you would've noticed the soft look in his eyes and the faint blush on his cheeks.

"...Thanks for indulging me all the time."

[diorgirl444]

From one matt dilly girl to another...🤨

cowboy!dallas how do we feel

Like full on texan accent omggg- 🤭🤭

you get it oh my godddddd. maybe bcs i’m english but this is so mouthwatering to me i can’t even lie to you!!! so much that i’ve written a few cutesy lil hcs for it xxx

cowboy! dallas winston x farmer’s daughter! reader

warnings: bad writing! (girlies i’ve never kissed anyone or flirted so my expression only comes from writing fanfiction so it may not be the most realistic i’m afraid), fem! reader, very self indulgent, unspecified time period. poor understanding of american history i’m english please go easy on me, idk how many words <3

• okay so i see your cowboy! dallas winston and i raise you runaway outlaw! dallas winston posing as a farmhand on reader’s family farm

• i’m thinking he’s an outlaw because after getting in a fight with his alcoholic father he ran away with their horse and in order to survive he stole from carriages and things. a regular billy the kid you know?

• except it’s not easy for a seventeen year old out on his lonesome on all that land and with the law looking for you. but he has no choice so he keeps running till he reaches a farm far, far out west. that night he is so, so tired that he hides in their barn planning to wake up early so he doesn’t get caught.

• but he hasn’t been able to sleep properly in days so he fully crashes. he wakes up that morning with a girl leaning over him pressing her cool hand to his forehead, the sunlight from the open barn makes her hair like a halo and she’s in a beautiful white nightdress and so he briefly wonders if he’s died and she’s one of heavens angels.

• the allusion shatters when she’s realised he’s woken and she calls “daddy he���s alive!” and then his eyes widen and he realises there’s a whole family crowded around him. he excepts to be shouted, to be threatened maybe even hit but instead the wrinkled old man who he assumes is the father of the house says in a gruff but not unkind voice “you got a place to stay son?”

• dallas is vaguely aware that he doesn’t know these people that they could report him to their nearest sheriff or worse eat him or something gruesome like that. but something about the apple cheeked girl, the twin little boys in mismatched plaid and the kind eyes in the wrinkled faces of the parents has him feeling at ease and so he admits “no sir”

• the mother nudges her husband who nods before speaking “well sonny you’re in luck. i’m in need of a farmhand. can’t pay ya but i can offer ya food and board for you and that horse of yours. does that sound like a deal boy?” dallas nods, hardly believing his luck.

• the girl smiles widely and softly whispers to him “i told daddy we should keep you” he decides not to tell her that she could keep him forever if she wanted. maybe it’s a bit early for that yet.

• he falls into a routine pretty quickly at the farm. he does all the hard labour that the father of the house is too old to do now like cutting firewood or rounding the cattle up. he always catches sight of the girl picking fresh fruit and prancing around the farm in her cute little cowboy boots and his heart aches.

• what he doesn’t know is the parents have noticed the way him and their daughter look at each other or ankles press together under the table so they’re always trying little things to get them together. like sending her out to give him glasses of sweet iced tea or getting him to ride their horses with her.

• it finally happens though late one hot august evening. the farm is lazy for a change with most people napping trying to beat the heat. she’s eating cherries and staining lips and hands on the porch swing whilst intently a very sweaty shirtless dallas work on the farm.

• he catches her looking and grins saying “you know what they say about cherry stems?” she shakes her head, batting her lashes at him absentmindedly and he seems to grin even wider.

• “well if you can tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue. means you’re a good kisser” his honeyed southern tone drawls out.

• almost in a trance she hands him a cherry stem and flushes bright red when he cockily sticks his tongue out flashing the knotted up cherry stem. “my turn” she tells him trying to distract herself from the growing butterflies in her stomach.

• “nah doll i got another way to check for you” before she can ask what is, he’s leaning over the porch railings and kissing her. she eagerly kissed him back letting her cherry stained fingers grab onto his hair and he’s groaning slightly against his lips. they probably would of gone further has it not been for the cough behind them.

• they awkwardly pull away, her with red cheeks and dallas with red ears and they meet her fathers gaze “happy to see you two finally pulled it together but if you’re gonna act like dogs in heat do that where the lord can’t see you, hm kids?” he gives them a knowing smile as he walks off.

• and well they listen to him and disappear off the barn hand in hand just as they one day will leave the local chapel dressed in white….

[crackbby]

AUGH imagine megumi walking in on yuji dying his pretty pink haiirrr !1 .. (they're so cute (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ )

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yuji squints his eyes as he looks into the mirror, dipping his head down a certain angle so he could see the top of his head juusst right. his roots were starting to show and he didn't like it.. he was so used to the pink hair that his regular dark brown hair just seemed.. dirty. he groaned and opened the mirror cabinet, forcing his way through all of the products he had stuffed in there messily and cursing himself for not caring about organization. (not like he would fix it any time soon.)

he pulled out his trusty GDY hair dye in the shade 'Pink Puff'. he used to use Ex-Girl but it was a bit too vibrant for his gentle eyes. along side that, he grabbed his Manic Panic hair bleaching kit. he was told multiple times that it didn't work good and it damages your hair, but if it did then his hair wouldn't feel so soft! "i hate doin' this.." he mumbled to himself, stretching gloves on his hands and grabbing his dye brush. he always hated doing it himself because he would get neck cramps from craning his neck down so low, but he had no other choices! nobara wasn't there to help him and he didn't want to bother megumi with the tassk sooo.. unfortunately for him, his moving and digging around had alerted megumi and beckoned him to investigate the noise. he ignored his legs going numb from sitting in one place for so long and started walking towards the bathroom, quietly opening the door as he reached his destination. his eyes softened at the sight of yuji bending at the waist to get a good look at himself in the mirror and the tip of his tongue peeking from his lips in concentration. now intruiged, megumi stayed silent and watched as yuji huffed and puffed as he slathered hair bleach on his roots. megumi refused to admit it but he found himself with a small smile teasing at his expression until he cleared his throat to startle yuji. "i haven't seen you like this in so long, i almost forgot your hair wasn't natural." he says, now walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. yuji, who was now wide-eyed and his heart racing from the sudden scare, focused his eyes back on the mirror and bent over a little more to see the top of his head. "oh shush.." he groans playfully, "did i boher you?" "hm? oh, no. i just got curious. you're really loud." megumi responded, leaning against the wall an watching dreamily while yuji looked so focus on his hair. he just thought he looked so cute. not like he would say it out loud anyways.. "aagh.. sorry." yuji apologized before letting out another agitated sigh at finding another piece of his hair that needed some bleaching. he then formed a plan that maybe if he subtly complained enough, megumi woud offer his help and he wouldn't have to do it himself!! he sighed and sighed, shifting his weight from foot to foot, trying and hoping to get megumi's attention... until... "do you need help?" "yes god, please!"

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[satoruxx]

I AM FINALLY ALMOST DONE WITH WOLF TOJI I THINK I’LL POST IT TOMORROW

[ox-imagines]

In Loving Arms | Cirrus x Reader

Ok y'all. This man. I'm in no way normal about him. He got rid of my writer's block and possessed me to write this. He's from Obscura, a visual novel by @/rottenraccoons, and I may be insane but I love him. Starting to think my favorite color's red at this point... anyway uhh... Ik most of you are here for TDB stuff but!! Pls give him a chance he's so 🤌

No warnings, pretty much just fluff, AFAB reader + mild period mentions, established relationship (?). WC: 1569 words

“Cirrus?” Your voice softly sounded through his little study from your spot at the door.

He didn’t turn to face you, but a soft hum emanated from him. “Do you need something, little star?”

“Cirrus…” you repeated, almost feebly. This time, he turned. You could imagine just from the shape of his mouth what his expression looked like under his mask: eyebrows drawn and eyes just a tad wider than usual in surprise and concern. 

“What bothers you?” He collected himself again, his expression neutralizing somewhat, though you could still feel his eyes on you. You simply took a tired, tentative step forward, as if asking permission to come in. Cirrus took in the sight of you; your mask was off, which you didn’t make a habit of during the day, and your face was pale, pained tension evident on your face and in your stance. When you still said nothing, simply staring at him with achingly owlish eyes, he stood, a tender smile gracing his lips. He closed the distance between you, leaning down slightly and hooking a finger under your chin to tilt your face up. “I can’t help you if you won’t tell me what’s the matter, little star… I know you wouldn’t have bothered me while I’m working if it wasn’t important, right?” Though his smile had been genuine, something icy needled its way into his tone, a clear implication of punishment if you were disturbing him without cause.

Normally, that wouldn’t have bothered you; you’d grown accustomed to his threats and you usually stayed in line. But normally, you also wouldn’t deign to bother him while he was working to begin with. You couldn’t move, couldn’t pull away now when he was so close, close so that you could smell the incense that clung heavily to the thick cotton of his robes, close so that you could feel his finger under your chin, the fabric of his glove soft against your uncomfortably warm skin. You couldn’t move to tell him why you’d come to him, no; it seemed embarrassing now, and likely wasn’t a wish he’d care to indulge. You couldn’t move as pain seized your abdomen and lanced up your back.

Your eyes stung slightly, tears you hadn’t realized were building threatening to slip down your cheeks. “I’m… sorry,” you managed, barely a whisper. Cirrus wasn’t going to let go of you until you either explained or he got tired of waiting for you to do so.

At the sight of your impending tears, his mouth curled down. “Unless you’re referring to the fact you’re disrupting my work, you have nothing to apologize for that I know of. Either way, I can’t help you if you refuse to explain yourself. I can tell you’re in pain, little star, but see no visible reason for it. Is there something you want from me to help with your pain?”

“I’m…” you sighed, your cheeks flushing and your watery eyes finally breaking his gaze, despite him still holding your face up to his. “Yes… though not in the way you’re thinking.”

“Elaborate.”

“It’s just, a certain time of the month… and it’s usually not this bad. I, I don’t want any of your potions or concoctions to try and get rid of the pain, I just want,” your voice died in your throat and your eyes flicked back up to his. “...you. I know how busy you are, but it hurts so bad. I just want to be held.” Your eyes drifted away again.

Cirrus’s thumb brushed up along your cheek, catching a tear that had finally fallen. He couldn’t deny that something swelled in his chest at your words, something strong and cloyingly sweet, and almost prideful. Many a pitiful face had crossed before him asking for help, but it was always parasocial to a degree, and assumed him as a median between the beggar and the Lunar God. Yet here you were, disrupting his work with a much more personal request. He wasn’t sure when you’d become so important to be able to ask such a thing, let alone for him to consider agreeing. For a long time, the only things he’d given importance were the ones that aided and promoted his goals. And yet…

And yet he’d let you in, slowly but surely. And yet he’d gotten almost attached to you, to your presence and your fire and the sweetness of your voice. You could never come between him and his mission, you both knew that, and yet at some point he decided it wouldn’t hurt to share parts of himself with you as long as you stayed in line. “Sweet little star,” his smile returned, uncharacteristically gentle. “Come, then.” The priest released your face and drew you into his side. “Though you’re in pain now, pain cleanses. It’s your body’s own penance for not bearing a child.” Though I’m sure neither of us would prefer that alternative as a solution, he refrained from adding. He spoke soothingly to you as he navigated through the church to your room, filling the silence as you remained quiet. “It’s necessary and natural for nearly every species’ females; though if you’re in an abnormal amount of pain, perhaps we should have someone confirm everything is operating normally.”

Thankfully, though the church was large its layout wasn’t especially complex, and the two of you had reached your room before long. Cirrus guided you over through the plain room to your bed. “You’re certain you need nothing but my company?”

You nodded slightly as you climbed onto the bed, half-sitting for a moment as you fixed your eyes on him nervously. It was unlike him to do something as ‘pointless’ as getting in bed in the middle of the day and you weren’t convinced he wouldn’t leave now that you were settled in. But instead of leaving, the towering man lowered himself carefully to the edge of your bed with a soft, resigned sigh. Carefully, he slipped his mask from his face. As far as you knew, you were the only one who got to see him without it, and that was already rare, usually only happening when the two of you slept in the same bed. Piercing golden eyes fixed on you in a look you would’ve considered loving from most people; Cirrus was a little harder to decipher. There was no doubt that he’d developed some sort of soft spot for you, but you also still weren’t sure if he was capable of truly loving something. Though, you’d started to think that, just maybe, he had a different view of love than most. That he truly viewed his ritualistic practices as some sort of spiritual cleanse (though there was no denying he got some level of personal enjoyment from them as well) and that he thought he was performing them out of some twisted place of love. It was a dangerous line of thought, you knew that, but the closer you felt you got to him, the more you doubted he was really all that bad.

“What’s got you thinking so hard, little star?” Cirrus slowly began to lay down, earning a sad look from you as he laid on the covers rather than under them. With a soft chuckle, he adjusted, sidling close.

“Just… you.” You snuggled into his side, thankful for his warmth as you curled into him. Hesitantly, he reciprocated. His large body wrapped around you, comfortable. Safe.

“Me? Well. I’m flattered.” Another quiet laugh escaped him, though this one sounded mildly more sarcastic.

“Cirrus?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

The heavy silence of the old building was your response. You’d expected about as much.

“You don’t have to say it back, but I just… you’ve become important to me in a way I never could’ve comprehended. I guess I don’t know if it’s love or just some sort of… affectionate dependance, but time will tell. What I do know is, despite everything, I trust you. If that makes me crazy, so be it. But for better or for worse, I’m here, and I’m going to stay at your side as long as you’ll let me. Even still, I don’t know you that well, but I’m willing to bet I know you better than anyone else under or above this godforsaken mountain, the real you. I can only know as much as you let me know, though, so… thank you for letting me in, Cirrus. I hope I can continue to get to know and love all of you.” Once you’d finished your little speech, you tilted your head back to look at him. The look on his face was one you’d possibly never seen. Raw, soft surprise was etched across his features. Ever-collected, he corrected the look quickly, but he was too keen to think you’d missed it.You tucked your head back into his chest with a gentle smile.

“Thank you, little star. I’ll do my best not to misplace your trust.” His smirk was practically audible in his voice. You really were something, weren’t you? It was always a tossup between the two of you who was two steps ahead, despite him rarely ever losing the upper hand. His arms encircled you, pulling you ever so slightly further into him, and you could’ve sworn you felt him kiss the top of your head. “Rest now. I’ll be here when you wake.”

[blaithnne]

I think my one complaint about Anders is that I wish we’d seen him leave of his own accord at least once. Unfortunately I doubt that would be possible due to time constraints but, I think if we’d gotten to see how Hilda was affected by him actually leaving and not being fairynapped it would have better shown what kind of person he is, and been a really good representation of what a lot of real kids go through. That moment where Hilda finally realised her Father abandoned her is so heartbreaking, raw, and real, and the fact that it’s later revealed he didn’t kind of undermines that.

I’m not against Anders changing for the better - it’s a kids show, and it makes sense they’d want to give him a character arch instead of just introducing him to be a dick lol. It also makes sense for his character to have nearly losing his entire family forever be a wake up call for him. But I wish we’d gotten more time with him, and really seen the effects of him leaving for real. Without that, we can generally assume that it had the same effect as him being kidnapped did in canon, but it’s just not the same.

I’m of the opinion that introducing Hilda’s dad as a concept was a good decision, and I don’t think it undermines the shows found family. It gives Hilda a relatable and realistic aspect to her that I think is important for kids in similar situations to see. I am, however, very biased in that regard.

My biological father was an asshole who fucked off before I was born, but I’ve had no absence of family or fatherly role models - I’m very close with my adoptive dad and my grandad. But that didn’t mean I never had questions, or insecurities.

It’s easy to look at fictional tropes and say that found family is clearly superior and biology doesn’t mean shit, and that’s true! But when you’re living in that reality, when you’re young and coming to terms with it for the first time, it’s hard. Especially when you’re surrounded by people who all have blood relations with their families, and when the person you’re related to is regarded as a dick. it really makes you feel isolated and like there’s something wrong with you, like you’re an outsider — you’re different.

Real life people are messy and have insecurities that defy reason, you might logically know that biology doesn’t matter, but when you’re thirteen and insecure and full of inner turmoil, you can’t help but feel bad.

Personally, as I got older, I met people in similar situations and realised I wasn’t alone, that it was okay to have those feelings but it didn’t make them true. But at that age, having grown up in a rural community, I really was alone.

Hilda’s insecurities in season 3 are a great representation of that, she feels like she’s never had a proper family, this thing with Frida, David, Tontu, Alfur and Johanna and Astrid is all new to her. You can tell her Father’s absence has hurt her, how she’s felt different and alone and like something was missing. Hilda defines her worth through her relationships with others, how she can help them make them happy, it destroyed her when she felt like she failed Frida, imagine how she feels about her father.

What I think season 3 was missing was for Hilda to realise that she doesn’t need Anders, and that her happiness isn’t reliant on him being there, I wish she’d had a tad more agency in the relationship, yk? She wants him to be in her life, and he’s going to make an effort now to do that, but she has a support system in place and will be perfectly fine without him. I wish the show had properly acknowledged that just because this is how things ended up, it wasn’t the only option — with or without Anders, Hilda would still have been happy with her family in the end, the fact that he’s a part of it is a nice bonus, but not an essential one.

In general, I think Anders is the best they could do with the time they were given. Having him be a realistic shitty dad who loves his daughter but is just so bad at it is relatable and realistic, though I wish they’d better emphasised that just because he loves hers that doesn’t make his actions okay (perhaps by slightly altering Johanna’s moment with Hilda at the end of The Job), because it’s clear, I think, as a diehard fan, but might not be for more casual viewers.

Having him be redeemable and stick around to do better is a good conclusion for his arch, it’s a happy ending all around and makes sense for the story - it could’ve been weird if they just had him show up and then immediately leave with zero resolution to his character, unless they made him an all out irredeemable abuser, which I think would’ve been worse than what we got. Portraying abusers as unforgivable and cartoonish villains only makes it harder for real life victims to recognise their situations, so if it couldn’t be portrayed properly (which thanks to time constraints and the overall narrative I don’t believe it could be) I’m glad they went with something else.

What we’ve got is, and I know I’ve said this many times lol, a realistic depiction of a crappy, absentee father, that young viewers can recognise and relate to. On that end, the biggest issues are Hilda’s lack of agency within their storyline, since she has no control in the resolution of their relationship, young people looking to this show for ways to cope with their own situations might be discouraged by the end resolution of “he decided to stick around”, since that resolution rests on his decision, not Hilda’s, if that makes sense.

TLDR; Overall, I think Anders’ was a good character and the best that could’ve been done with what the team was given, but,

A) I wish we’d gotten to see him leave of his own accord at least once, so that Hilda’s final realisation that he left her on purpose has more impact and doesn’t loose its meaning in retrospect, and,

B) That Hilda had more agency in the final resolution of their dynamic, that their happily ever after wasn’t entirely reliant on Anders swearing he won’t leave. An alternative solution, maybe presented earlier on in the season when he first left, that provided her with a coping mechanism/outlet in case he does, so that her happiness and mental health isn’t in his hands, would’ve been pretty neat.

[raviostinkzz]

-Safe with us

Characters: Lee!Basil, Ler!Kel, Ler!Sunny (Fandom:Omori) Warnings: Tickle fic!!, mention of anxiety attack anything in this fic is strictly SFW and platonic!!

Summary: Basil needs help recovering from an anxiety attack and luckily, his comforting friends are there to support and give him something much happier to focus on. (Post true ending - no spoilers)

I love comfort tickles and I just think this trio is really nice for that (this is based off the hc I have where Basil is in the community ❤️🪴)

-REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED-

It was so hard to calm down. He just couldn’t get it out of his head, no matter what his thoughts traced back to it.

Basil clutched the fabric at his chest, heaving and smothering his face with his hand and sleeve in a panicked and frustrated attempt to wipe the tears that just wouldn’t stop falling.

Kel and Sunny had already been sat with him for a bit, making him feel guilty for struggling so much in front of them and that just made it even harder to relax.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. We’re here, nothings gonna happen, alright?” Kel rested a hand on Basil’s as he murmured, offering him a sense of security.

The teen scuttled over to sit closer to him, and leaned in to hug him gently. Basil didn’t say anything, just adjusting himself to fit better in the embrace and focusing on his friend’s warmth to help steady his breathing.

Kel continued, “If there’s anything we can do to help, just say.” And Sunny nodded his head in agreement.

The blonde-haired boy sat and spaced, half way between peace and a racing heart, pondering on what to say. Or if he should even talk at all. The silence seemed to beat the room like a drum after all his crying. Mimicking his nervous heartbeat and irritatingly harmonising with the hum of electricity creeping its way to his ears. The dried tears on his face itched. And he felt kind of sick. No…don’t focus on it.

He closed his eyes and held Kel’s hand tighter. The touch of another person guiding the sense of dread pooling in his gut away and out of him gradually.

As he settled, the shy boy fidgeted a little, bringing Kel’s wandering attention back onto him and inclining the daydreamer to lightly rub the sides and curves of his friend’s pale hand, in his way to reinsure that safety and reality. The sudden touch spread across his hand like a feather drifting along his skin, it was comforting and tingly, soothingly ticklish.

The corners of his lips ever so slightly wobbled themselves into a timid smile, and he reluctantly welcomed the new feeling of butterflies fluttering around in his stomach as he began to form an idea of what could offer the kind of distraction he needed. Basil shuffled slightly and moved his arm to hold his waist, now the tingling feeling of Kel’s affection seeping to the rest of his body.

His mind began to paint a different pattern of thoughts, now warm and comforting and lovingly vulnerable. He pressed his hand a little harder into his side in an attempt to rid himself of the ghostly presence leaking from his sudden fantasy, prickling goosebumps on his skin and causing a needy restlessness.

No matter his effort those phantom hands persisted the flustering touch, drifting their way up and down his shivering sides and dusting his cheeks a nearly unnoticeable tint of pink. The anxious boy knew what all this meant and was embarrassed to acknowledge it, but he knew it’d help. He knew his friends would be right there to do it and there was no way he could deny their sweetness. So he admitted, mentally, he now had a lee mood.

The desire, the want, the need- the need for fingers teasing at his skin, hands squeezing at his stomach, for his every spot to be tickled unpredictably and his every thought melted along with his heart. Oh, if only he could just be squirming and squealing with laught-

Soft spoken calls of his name punctured the daydream he was losing himself in, the voice becoming clearer each time it repeated itself.

“Basil? Hey!” Kel patted his hand, bringing him back down to earth once more. “Have you thought of something that could make you feel better?” Basil hesitated—because there was something, but it was way too embarrassing, and to make it worse, he knew his friends would be able tell.

He steadied his breathing and encouraged himself to respond,

“Well.. u-um could you do that…thing we talked about uh- the..y’know..” He stammered, his voice practically a whisper as he stared down at his shorts, pointlessly analysing every dust particle and hair strand accumulated in an excuse to escape eye contact.

The taller boy wracked his brain, before noticing Sunny holding his hands in front of him, scrunching his fingers with a playful yet caring expression on his face.

Kel realised. Thaaat. “Ohhhhh aw I get you! You want us to tickle you?” Kel smiled warmly, he really could comfort people with just his presence. But that didn’t stop Basil from flushing twice as deep, why did that word have to be so flustering?

“Ahah..uh. Yes.. please..Oh- only if you want to I-Ihi dohohon-wahahait I wahasnt rehead-AH KEHEhel nohohoho!!” Basil stuck his elbows to his sides, squirming and giggling in surprise as the taller boy suddenly began to squeeze at them. He was expecting a slower and gentler start, but supposed the surprise at least didn’t allow his brain any time to process and make room for negative thoughts.

He jerked once he felt ten fingers clawing at his ribs, losing his position and slumping limply down to the wooden floor he was once sat on. Kel chuckled, “Downnn we go!!” He sang, digging and vibrating his fingers into the bottom of Basil’s ribcage as they sank further. Adorable nasally cackles and snorts were practically pouring from the boy.

“Gosh, snorting already?” Kel teased, “You must be really ticklish!” With that, Basil could just feel the heat rise to his ears. Kel was hesitant to make too many remarks, after all he didnt want to overwhelm him, but the deep rose that accompanied the joyful dimples on his cheeks was just irresistible. And Basil knew he was just helping make things lighthearted.

Sunny shuffled over to Basil’s knees, sneaking his hands underneath and humbly dancing his fingertips along the ticklish hollows. The flower boy squeaked quietly, his frantic giggles rising and lowering randomly like sweet and cheerful hiccups. He shifted his legs up and down, unable to keep still but not exactly avoiding the fluttery sensations.

If anything, he tried to lean closer into them, the thought and feeling of something so affectionate and vulnerable warmed him. A sense of comfort and love trickling through his body like a soothing stream, Sunny’s approach of tickling was much softer than Kel’s, and the contrast of the sensations complimented each other greatly, somehow working every adorable sound Basil could make right out of him.

As flustering as it was, he couldn’t deny it was helping a lot, and he appreciated the warmth and connection it greeted him and his friends with.

Kel wandered his fingers down from Basil’s ribs, pausing for a moment to let the boy open an eye and see a mischievous grin peeking back at him, oh, and definitely not to let him see the slowly wiggling fingers gradually creeping their way under his shirt too!! Not at all!!

Basil squealed “KE-AGHHAH-KEHEHELL NOHOHOO” the blonde folded inwards the second Kel made contact and shot his arms down to hold his wrists as he attacked his bare tummy, his fingertips gliding over the sensitive skin which wobbled and caved adorably to the touch. He switched to light grabs and rapid squeezes, squidging in rhythm with Basil’s laughter as it rose and fell in excited panic.

As quickly as he picked up, Kel eased the tickles down slowly, opting to just gently trace along Basil’s stomach, and his laughter soon calmed down along with it. Just giggles and soft titters.

He didn’t want to go too overboard on his friend, the poor guy was trying to calm down in the first place after all. So he decided they should ease up a little. Kel twitched his shoulder at Sunny and gave him a smile as a signal to stop.

Basil continued to giggle, hugging himself with a big grin on his face. His hair was messy and ruffled, and his face flushed, completed by that adorable smile. He slowly opened his previously squeezed-shut eyes to see his two extrovert-and-introvert friends gazing at him with a certain look in their eyes.

“Whahat..?” The blonde asked, still giggling a little from the fingers Kel was absent minded-ly tracing on his stomach.

“You’re really endearing to us…” Sunny responded quietly with a smile.

Basil’s body lost all tension, his heart melting, how were his friends so loving to him? Sunny was only just warming back up to smiling again and what he’d said along with that smile had meant more than he could ever know. He felt so at home and safe.

Kel chimed in, “And your laugh is so nice to hear man…you need to laugh more often!” The tall boy chuckled, “…Or do we need to tickle you more?” he grinned mischievously and gave Basil’s stomach a few squeezes.

He squeaked and curled in on himself again, mustering up a giggly reply, “Ihi’d like that..”

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hope you enjoyed idk i havent posted in ages dont punch me BYE

[pesedjet]

more semi-related yapping because my wrist has been hurting from arting too much lately (i hadnt properly drawn this much in several months and im attempting to render a piece related to said comic and unfortunately i cannot sit down and do it all in one sitting anymore because i am old now and also doing it on an ipad) (also i love talking)

was brewing up some headcanons the other day and one of them was making osiris the only straight person lmfaoooo since im on the hte x seth grindset why not talk about hte this time around?

i think hes pretty easy: hes gay ❤️ yeah thats it. thats the post. thanks for reading

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now in terms of the actual mythos, we all know horus in any iteration has always been associated with seth, whether that be as a parallel to the throne (elder) or as someone to defeat for the throne (younger), and so it makes sense for both iterations to primarily be attracted to seth. obviously both have a lot of wives (younger has like 12 scorpion ones lmfaoo) but like lets be real. who gaf. nobody cares. theyve always been associated with seth, hence why im making them both gay (though this post is talking about hte so ill drop hty for now).

i think in my version of the mythos, there will be very little gods who same-sex attraction. mostly because in actual egyptian mythos a male-female pair is basically the order of the universe (eg. the ogdoad, most ennead pairings) (im also explaining this poorly so feel free to rag on me), and so most gods (actually. all gods) will be paired with a female counterpart or have a wife of some kind. if there are any gods who experience some sort of same-sex attraction (such as bastet, who ive headcanoned as a lesbian), then they usually figure that out way later in life when theyve mingled with a lot of the opposite gender.

where horus comes in is that he pops out of the womb and he knows. he just knows. he looks to his side and he sees seth and thats all he needs to know. without land there cannot be sky; without barren desert there cannot be any possibility of fertile fields. loving seth is as easy is breathing for him. while trying to type this up i was thinking if there was a possibility for horus to be a general homosexual (i.e, just finding men attractive) but im going to retcon that before i even make it a thing. horus is seth-sexual—he will only be attracted to seth, to all of seth, and to the idea of seth. he is fiercely loyal (fitting for how he was made to be king), so having him be attracted to virtually anyone else seems wrong. also makes for great angst ^_^

theres a lot i can say about them but then this post would be like 20,000 words. in short, they are soulmates. you cant really separate the two. when hty becomes a thing and people begin to see seth as an enemy rather than a compliment, you lose the plot. sure, enemies to lovers is a wonderful thing, but egypt is all about balance, of ma'at. hty/seth is an imbalance to seth because it puts all of the attention on hty as some up-and-coming superstar. hte/seth puts them both on equal footing. i hope that makes sense. seth is an integral part of the throne—while peacekeeping is important, conquest and expansion are crucial in order to not get trambled. both are war gods, but seth has more of an emphasis on those sorts of things.

so when hte lets go of seth by giving osiris the rights to the throne, egypt loses that stability in a way by creating a problem in making seth feel betrayed. (he didnt love horus because he wanted to be next in line, but as his "spouse" youd think hed pass it onto seth). horus also loses that stability as well—its like ripping out your heart and tearing it in two. its not the same and it never will be—for either of them.

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little tidbit i wanted to slot in because i originally typed all this shit out because i wanted to write this 🤦 i love having adhd guys:

hathor is usually paired with ra, but shes also usually paired with horus too. since ive elected to make ra single father, naturally her attention falls to the next in line. horus hasnt really told anyone/isnt out to most others because the other gods can just sense. its his vibe. but hathor musters the courage anyways.

she gets rejected pretty swiftly. this was hathors first rejection—nobody dares reject the goddess of love! instead of becoming angry like sekhmet wouldve, she asks why horus turned her down. it only takes him to peer over her shoulder to realize why (seth had been behind them, minding his own business, and horus had to say hi).

shes so giddy that this usually stuck-up (yes, horus is only a softie for seth) leader likes someone else that shes like "whatever! if that what it takes to make you not be a jerk all of the time, then go for it!" and has had zero issues since. in fact, she supports them whole-heartedly. (fujoshi)

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s3 episode 22 "quagmire" thoughts

this episode was SO good. it was funny, it was heartfelt, and it was entertaining. but- and i'm sure you fans who have seen the show before know- something happened that is making me cry.

yes, actual tears! boy, there must be some real serious astrology stuff going on in the world, for actual tears are down my cheeks, something that almost never happens to me in movie and film watching experiences, and this episode did it to me. i usually just get a bit misty and that's the extent of it- even in one breath! but man. apparently i have a weakness.

sigh. we shall get into it, like we do.

reading the episode description: it's loch ness monster-like creature time!! i’ve been eyeballing this episode for a while, it sounds really interesting. a lake trip!! a trip to the lake!! 

we begin, and it is frog time!!! time for a frog!!! an endangered frog!!! dr. farraday is fighting for their rights. oh, he just used the term “frog holocaust” in his talk to this dr. bailey fellow, which is something. serious frog beef going down between these professors, for dr. bailey does not think that dr. farraday's research proves that humans are responsible for the fate of the frogs! how infuriating.

dr. bailey is going back to his car but lost “his beeper” so he’s looking by the lake for it. OH! his beeper meant a pager. i know what a pager is!!!! do not think i am uneducated!!! just never heard it called as such.

he finds the beeper but he is EATEN. by a BEAST!!! while a frog watches. 

if only this was the fate that all people who deny the need to protect the environment met! eaten by a lake beast! how much more just this planet would be...

intro time. and the first time i watched an episode and i heard the theme i started laughing hysterically because i didn’t realize that noise was the x files theme; i had just thought it was a well-known spooky noise used in vines and stuff and then. everything clicked into place. and it was soooo funny. anyway.

road trip to georgia!!!! WITH THE DOGGY!!! mulder calls it “a thing” SO RUDE????

“you wake me up on a saturday morning, tell me to be ready in five minutes, my mother is out of town, all of the dog-sitters are booked, and you know how i feel about kennels” <- help i’m CRYINGGGGG tell him how you feel!!!!

(love that they have already had a conversation on the morality of kennels before)

((but also truly what did he expect 😭😭 and he did all this on a SATURDAY!!!! she ought to have been way meaner!!!))

so he made her leave town with the puppy on a SATURDAY for a missing person’s case… omg do they even get paid overtime???

also mulder is lost which is soooo funny because WHY is he perpetually behind the wheel... he doesn’t have any sense of direction!!!

he makes a stupid pun about the killer being “large” and she straight up asks what he’s leaving out LMAOOO

(he points to a billboard advertising “big blue, the southern serpent) <- “oh, tell me you’re not serious” LMAOOOO

so they’re going to talk to dr. farraday and i think it’s so cute that scully is in some more casual-y clothes. anyway, they’re going over the serious frog beef between him and the victim. farraday does NOT miss dr. bailey’s loser ass... ijbol!!! why should he give a damn for one man when so many species are going extinct!

farraday said “has anyone ever told you two you have a great problem coming to the point?” after mulder asks if any native species attacked humans... lmao he is rude as hell!!!

AND ASKING ABOUT BIG BLUE MADE THINGS WORSE!!! now farraday is going on about how if anything requires real thinking people turn to UFOs and whatnot which is like.... um okay rest assured that if someone is gonna think it’s gonna be mulder. he's gonna think about any and all explanations on a sliding scale of plausibility.

LMAO mulder is being sassy right back while scully screams with her eyes. farraday gets even more pissed and leaves… honestly i’m sorry about the frog population king, but you’re not really winning any friends with influence to help you lobby on behalf of the frogs. or winning any friends at all. 

so mulder and scully and the doggy go to a bait and tackle shop, and the sight of them sharing an umbrella with a dog on a leash healed something in me, something i didn’t know was in need of healing but it was. and they’re reciting the different creatures that live in lakes- apparently scully read about cryptids as a kid!!!! 

she says they’re folk tales and he says “well, how many folktales do you know that can eat a boy scout leader and a biologist?” and she looks soooo annoyed. but then they go in, and he is a proper gentleman and shakes off the umbrella 

at the shop they see a “scale from big blue” and scully says it looks like “a carapace, something from a beetle” which again reminds us that she WAS studying bugs in bio, thank you very much!!

they’re chatting with the dude that sold mulder a map, and he’s talking about his own experience with the creature while wearing a hat that says “show us your bobbers” which is crazy, but we keep going. he claims he heard a cow get eaten by big blue as a kid. and in walks an alleged expert, ansel… whose daddy’s cow was eaten way back then!

ansel is buying more film to someday achieve his dream of catching a picture of the beast and scully looks deeply pained in the background lmaoooo i love her 

someone is putting a worm on a hook in order to fish on the lake. a big one bites!!! a real big one. OH! it’s actually a human body. the fisherman goes and gets the dude from the tackle shop and by proxy our agents.

OH! there is only half a body. they’re bickering on what could have eaten half of a human body while hiding together under an umbrella, and it’s really cute but where is the dog?

the tackle shop man is out in the swampy part near the lake wearing dino-shaped boots to try and make some convincing tracks LMAO. king of the hustle. but something approached him as he gets stuck in the mud!!!! and he is dragged into the dark lake with only a dino boot left behind!

apparently his name was ted. rip ted and your bobber hat and funny boots.

mulder seems to believe that the tracks are legit and tells scully and the dog to watch where they’re walking as to not disturb them (and the dog is named queequeg i’m gonna CRY!!!) 

the sheriff is OFFENDED by mulder’s suggestion to close the lake, because clearly this is just a bunch of drunk people falling overboard!! and then getting run over!! well if that happens as frequently as you seem to think it does, we need to do something regardless of if any beasts are involved.

scully is not buying that the tracks are from a real creature because they did not leave very deep impressions. but the dog yanks her away!!! he’s off investigating the dino boot! the prints may be a hoax, but the blood on the shoe is very real!

cut to some stoners on the lake talking about hallucinogenic toads. he holds a local frog and licks it. but someone interrupts his toad licking session coming back to the surface from a scuba dive?

oh no!! scuba dude is pulled by some sort of creature!!! and his head is removed from his body. well that is not good.

time to locate the head. both of our agents are in fun little jackets, and still bickering over what went down.

ansel the big blue photographer is serenading his camera, preparing for the perfect shot, which he has set up by filling an inner tube with meat. something bubbles beneath it. BUT NO!! it skips the meat on the tube and goes right for him!!!!! he snaps a picture as it gets him!! three attacks in one day!!!!

mulder asks the sheriff again to CLOSE DOWN THE LAKE and he again refuses. scully says it’s inconclusive still, which is echoing the dr. bailey saying about the fate of the frogs being inconclusive!

the sheriff falls in, and out there he brushes into something big. he immediately proclaims that the lake shall be closed down, calls state police, AND wildlife fish and game. well okay that gets results i guess.

they’re examining the photos from ansel, and mulder things that this blurry thing COULD be a tooth. it is very funny.

AWWW the dog needs to go for a walk, and mulder offers to go with her :,) she lifts up her jacket to show her gun, says she’ll be fine, and smiles. STOP I LOVE THEM SO MUCH?????

why is this episode making me emotional with their little lake visit. also something bad is definitely going to happen now. she says goodnight :,)

aww the dog is MAD and she’s talking to him in that kind of voice you reserve for a little creature... but he wants to go into the woods!!

no!!! he runs too fast!!! NO!!!!! WHERE DID HE GO???? HE ISN’T ON THE LEASH????

NO. I CAN’T BEAR TO WATCH SCULLY LOSE HER DOG…. 

oh my gosh, she is sitting in the chair, holding his collar in grief…. she is literally spaced out into another dimension mourning her little friend and mulder is rambling about the lake…. i want to slap him… NOOOO. she asks him to repeat himself because she was so out of it…

(if this doesn’t end with a dog reunion i will drop this dumbass show. BET.)

mulder asks if she can drive a boat. psh can she drive a boat? it’s natural to her bloodline.

she is piloting the boat and he’s telling her where to go, and she’s braver than me because if i lost my dog at this moment i think i would need two weeks to begin to even SORT of get a grasp on reality. 

“i know the difference between expectation and hope. seek and ye shall find, scully” <- this is a genuinely fantastic line said by mulder, but i’m still in dog mourning so we can go analyze that later 

map facts with scully :)

until the monster comes STRAIGHT AT THEM!! i like how she kept asking “what is that, mulder?” because it reminded me of when she kept asking mulder to get the bugs off of her in darkness falls… like the blind hope/faith/desperation that he would hold the answers and have a solution… ohhhgghh

big crash into the boat!!! it is leaking and she picks up the radio and calls a distress signal (another natural feature to a scully) but the boat is FILLING with water!!

mulder gets some life jackets for them and they barely get them on in time as the boat sinks. whew! a conveniently placed rock for them to perch upon is nearby!!!

but there goes the $500 deposit :( 

mulder says to swim and she is GAGGED “in which direction?!” lmaoooo

mulder is unsettled by how dark it is, because you forget these things in a city… and scully says you forget a lot of things in a city; her father taught her to respect nature, because it has no respect for you. or your dog, i guess :(

they both pull out their guns as they hear splashing!!!! mulder whispers that it was big blue, but scully asks “so what if it was?” <- NOOO you took her dog and her deposit, you’ve broken her spirit!!!

mulder says he wants to know because it could revolutionize science, and so many of the things they chase are intangible, but it’s a creature within the confines of a lake, it should be right HERE- and she isn't buying it for a second

she says she saw HIS FUTURE in ansel’s photographs, a man listening only to himself and seeing nonsense; she can’t figure out his motives, and things are approaching angst levels on this rock in the middle of nowhere, but SOMETHING APPROACHES!!!!

it’s a duck. okay so it could be worse!!! he says he’s still tempted to fire and she slams into him LMAOOO 

sleepover on the rock. “hey scully, do you think you could ever cannibalize someone?” <- LDHDMDNSMDNSBBDNSND I’M GENUINELY YELLING LMAOOOOOOO HOLD ON. hold on i need a minute to handle all that. (she gives a thoughtful and scientific response) <- that’s Them. that is their dynamic right there.

“you’ve lost some weight recently, haven’t you?” “yeah i have, thanks for-“ (glare of realization) LMAOOOOOOOO WHAT EVEN IS THIS EPISODE

“poor queequeg” she says, and i’m gonna CRY. but mulder has a better response now to her grief instead of just babbling on about the lake, asks why she chose that name. she shares that was the name of the harpoonist in moby dick, which her father used to read to her from.

and as she says this, she realizes how much mulder is like ahab, “so consumed by your personal vengeance against life, whether it be it’s inherent cruelties or it’s mysteries, that everything takes on a warped significance to fit your megalomaniacal cosmology” <- the words of a girl who was REALLY into a book as a kid and is also experiencing near-death levels of hypothermia and grief

LMAOOOOO HIS RESPONSE IS “scully, are you coming onto me?” yes. now kiss on the rock.

and she keeps going, talking about how his search for the Truth will take down everything he loves, just as it did for Ahab.

OH! he starts talking about how he always wished for a peg leg, even as a kid, and it first it seems like another of his many jokes but he says it’s because maybe then it’s enough to Persist despite the difficulty; without, “you’re actually expected to make something of your life- achieve something, earn a raise, wear a necktie” so perhaps he is the ANTITHESIS of ahab, for with a peg leg he may be more pleased! 

woah. that got deep. i’ll be gnawing on that one for a bit.

THEY BOTH QUOTE A LINE FROM THE BOOK AT THE SAME TIME... STOP I’M GONNA SOB?????

but a splashing approaches… and they draw their guns…. CUT TO A COMMERCIAL BREAK!!!!

it’s dr. farraday??? he says he hopes he’s not INTERRUPTING anything!!! wait so was the shore right there the whole time LMAOOO (silent walk of shame to the shore) BAHAHA

so what is this dude doing out here?? obviously it’s frog science! he’s been breeding the frogs to get their numbers back up. 

mulder is thinking…. if there are fewer frogs for a dinosaur to eat… it would have no choice but to turn to different food sources! (cutscene to serious arguing between mulder and dr. farraday whilst scully watches)

sheriff rolls up!!! another person had their arm bit off, and so he has thirty boats searching that area. but mulder says we have to search THIS cove, where the frogs have been going missing!! he blatantly refuses.

what if it was her little dog that bit the dude’s arm off…

scully politely asks for him to send a few men over and immediately gets results LMAOOO he quietly mumbles “thanks”

but a distant scream is heard!!! it’s dr. farraday!!! they run and find him!! something grabbed his leg and was shaking it. his leg is messed up really bad so scully is tying a tourniquet, and mulder’s running off after the mystery creature…. no self preservation instincts….

so he’s off with a gun and a flashlight chasing the human eating beast…. only to find some frogs. but something is approaching him?? quickly!!! and he’s firing his gun!!!

into a GATOR??? not a fancy lake beast!!

he’s staring out into the water… claiming to be fine. but he said he wanted the monster to be real, that he saw hope in such a possibility. she says there is still hope, that people want to believe, which is why the stories have endured for so long. 

GASP! the minute they leave, we see a big sea beast…

i’m literally so torn because i was CONVINCED the dog was going to come back 😭😭😭 and this episode was so good but WHY did they have to throw that in there… like i can’t even make an objective analysis of how this went because i’m so sad. WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT?!?!

“oh juni there have been lots of human people that die in this series” which i mourned for too! but. i have felt the pain of losing a beloved and innocent creature and i do not wish for it to return and being reminded of its inevitably is not something i wish upon anyone MUCH less dana scully, who has already suffered in mythological levels.

really though, the episode was good. it was genuinely fantastic. it just clearly hit a bit of a nerve with me so i'm not going to do a thoughtful wrap up in the manner i like to think i usually do. but here are the things i liked, beyond the whole aesthetic and mood: bickering, umbrella sharing, scully at the helm, joint quoting of moby dick, deep introspection in the form of projecting onto book characters, cannibalism debates, outlandish creature as a monster of the week, rock sleepover, and fighting over frogs