#Specially mondays idk why i always see him on mondays

[pathologicalreid]

home run | s.r.

in which Spencer and jareau!reader finally get the opportunity to take the next step in their relationship

margotober masterlist

who? spencer reid x jareau!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: sex bro idk. the sweatshirt. smut with a lot of plot, glasses!spencer, dostoyevsky, paulo coelho, ur crazy if you think i proofread this, flirrrrrrting, protected p in v sex, fingering, heavy petting, post coital dysphoria (why can't i let them simply have a nice time) word count: 4.01k a/n: next on my quest to give fanfic readers realistic sex to read, i give you this! as always, tell me how u feel, my inbox is always open.

“Will you unzip me?” You asked softly, pulling your hair out of the way and turning your back to Spencer, who paused his own disrobing to undo the zipper of your dress.

It’d been a long day, the light hours spent in the BAU, and the evening spent at Rossi’s, who wanted to get at least one more cookout in before the weather turned. You’d finally reached the end of your day, and for the first time, you were spending it with Spencer.

Facing away from him still, you let the fabric drop to the floor, taking your sweatshirt from your go bag and tugging it over your head. Spencer hummed from behind you, “I can’t believe you still wear that.”

A small smile formed on your face as you turned around. “It’s comfortable,” you justified, the old FBI Academy sweatshirt had previously lived in Spencer’s apartment, but you’d claimed it for yourself nearly two years ago. It had the perfect amount of wear, making it one of your favorites—among other reasons.

You tried not to let your eyes linger while Spencer changed, instead focusing on details in his room that you’d never seen before and making note of what books he kept on his nightstand. “It’s old,” Spencer responds plainly, putting on an old MIT t-shirt and reaching out for you, grabbing your waist and pulling you close.

Before being with Spencer, you wouldn’t have considered yourself the kind of person to take things slowly, but with him, that was the only option you were willing to consider. You were so scared of things being ruined with him that you only made moves when you knew you were absolutely ready. Maybe that was why it took you nearly two years before the two of you started dating, but he was willing to walk the tightrope with you.

You walked around the bed, sitting up on the mattress and watching him go into the bathroom, “So, what do you want to do tonight?” He asked from the bathroom, coming back out with his glasses on and leaning against the doorframe.

Humming, you look over at him, “Didn’t think that far ahead?” A teasing lilt carried through your question, cocking your head as he made his way over to you. He’d asked you on Monday if you’d like to spend Friday night at his place, and he had seemed surprised when you accepted his offer.

“I have a few ideas, but I wanted to see if there was something specific you had in mind. Since you’ve already interrupted your usual schedule to stay here, I wanted to give you a choice,” he rambled. He always rambled when he was nervous.

You raised your eyebrows curiously, “Spence?”

With him standing in front of you, you studied his eyes. His contacts had a blue tint to them, so seeing him in his glasses was really your only opportunity to see his eyes as they truly appeared. “Yeah, baby?”

Your heart fluttered at the nickname, “We don’t have to do anything special. What would you be doing if I weren’t here?”

“Reading,” he told you unabashedly.

Honestly, you should’ve guessed that. “Okay, then we can read. Do you have a book I can borrow?”

Spencer nodded, “You’re welcome to anything, but are you sure? We could find a movie to watch instead.”

“We don’t have to do anything special just because it’s our first night together, and besides, reading side by side sounds nice,” you told him, waving off his concerns about entertainment and walking into the living room, scanning over his extensive collection. Plucking one off the shelves, you return to Spencer, watching him pull the covers down on the bed, preparing both yours and his side.

You set your book on the nightstand and climbed up on the mattress, his box spring causing it to be almost precariously high. “The Alchemist?” He questioned, reading the title of the book that you had selected.

Tracing the title with your fingertip, you shrugged, “I’ve never read it. Should I pick a different book?”

He shook his head in response, “No, and I don’t want to influence your opinion with mine.”

“Well, what are you reading?” You peered over to look at the book in his hands, reading the cover, “How many times have you read that book?” Since you started dating four months ago, he’d read Crime and Punishment at least three times.

Flipping the book back open, Spencer went back to the pages, “I’ve never read this version before, the editor decided to publish his thoughts along with the translated text.”

You raised your eyebrows curiously, “And what are your thoughts on that?”

“I think his translation of the original Russian is perfectly adequate, but his comments read like a high schooler who was forced to read the book for a class,” he explained, his hand absentmindedly resting on your bare thigh once you settled into the bed.

Humming, you opened your book, reading the foreword and trying to ignore Spencer’s hand placement. There was no reason to lose your mind over a little thigh touching.

Once you made it to the beginning of the actual story, you became vaguely aware of Spencer’s thumb rubbing small circles on the inside of your thigh, leading to you closing the book and setting it back on the bookshelf. Taking a deep breath, you rolled onto your side, leaving Spencer to move his hand from your skin, and you rested your head on his shoulder.

You looked up at him, watching his lips move as he read the words on the page, you felt very lucky to have this part of Spencer. The Spencer who let his glasses slide to the very bottom of his nose and had an affinity for reruns of cartoons from the eighties. “Are you alright?” He whispered once he finished his chapter, reaching an arm up to ruffle your hair affectionately.

“Mhm,” you murmured, “Don’t feel like reading.”

Gently, Spencer craned his head to drop a featherlight kiss to the tip of your nose, eliciting a small smile from you. “Let me know if you need anything,” he said softly.

As odd as it seemed, you liked watching him read, at the very least, it was impressive to watch. You kept your eyes on him, watching how intently he focused on the book despite having read it several times before.

He looked back down at you, catching you staring, “Can I kiss you?”

The question took you by surprise, but you nodded in response, looking at him as he ducked his head down and pecked your lips. He pushed his glasses up on his nose, putting his free hand in front of his mouth as he went back to reading.

In his defense, his resolve lasted for one more chapter, turning the page before snapping the book shut and resting it on his nightstand. Spencer turned his head to yours again, ��Hey.”

“Hi,” you responded, unsure about where he was headed with this. Opening your mouth to ask him a question only to be met with his lips on yours, he took his time now, resting a hand on the side of your neck, the pad of his thumb at the hinge of your jaw as he held you close.

Tentatively, he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, and that single motion drew a small moan from the back of your throat, causing you to pull away from Spencer.

Your eyes were wide in surprise, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know where that came from.”

Spencer shook his head, pulling at your waist, “C’mere,” he said, encouraging you to straddle him, your knees on either side of his hips, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, leaning forward and resting your hands on his chest, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “This is okay,” you whispered against his lips.

It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t made out before, it was usually just on the couch, or in Spencer’s reading chair, or one time when you were the only two on the jet. This—making out in his bed—it felt different somehow.

Coming back up for air, you looked up at Spencer, a giggle escaping your throat as you tried to meet his eyes. “Oops,” you said, his glasses had fogged up while you were kissing, so you leaned back while he took them off, resting them on his nightstand.

Spencer rested his hands on your hips, his thumbs gently massaging over your hip bones as you studied his expression, “Honey,” he said, suddenly serious, “I want you to know that I didn’t invite you to spend the night with this in mine.”

He was drawing the same conclusions as you, but still, you looked at him doubtfully, “Do you mean to tell me that the prospect of sex didn’t even cross your mind when it came to inviting me to spend the night?”

A soft pink bloomed across his cheeks, you found yourself wanting to kiss them, “Okay, maybe it occurred to me that we might find ourselves in this position.”

You straightened up slightly, “So, I trust you have a condom.”

Nodding, Spencer reached a hand up and smoothed your hair back with the kind of tenderness that made you want to cry. “I do, but we don’t have to have sex tonight, okay?”

“But I want to,” you responded, maybe a tad too quickly. Your face warms, “I mean… I’d like to. If you want to.” With an air of finality, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, one of your hands found a home in his hair while the other rested on his collarbone.

As if on cue, the phone started to ring. An incessant blare designed to wake you up in case you were being called in in the middle of the night. Spencer chuckled as you dramatically dragged yourself off of his lap and dug through your bag for your phone.

If it were Penelope or Hotch, you’d answer without a second thought, but the caller ID showed your sister on the other line. You declined the call, texting her an excuse before leaving your phone on the nightstand.

Spencer dragged his fingertips down your arm, “Who was it?”

“JJ,” you told him leaning back over his torso and pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, “I’ll call her back later,” you continued, kissing the other corner of his mouth.

He hummed in response, settling his hands on your waist, “Tomorrow?” He proposed, gently guiding your back to the bed.

Nodding, you looked up at him, “Tomorrow,” you confirmed, sighing contently as your legs fell open, giving him the room he needed to rest his body between them. You’d never felt so at ease in bed with someone, no one had ever touched you so carefully before.

“Good,” he whispered against your lips, gently parting them with his own as you looped your arms over his shoulders, “Hold on,” he said, pulling back and climbing off of the bed.

Your eyes followed him intently as he stopped in front of his go bag, unzipping the side pouch and pulling out a familiar-looking box. “You’ve been keeping condoms in your go bag?” Your question is succeeded by a fit of giggles, any nervousness disappearing at the realization that Spencer’s been carrying contraception with him all day.

Rolling his eyes, Spencer lobbed the box at you, but you were still laughing too hard to be bothered by the lightweight box hitting your arm. “Excuse me for wanting to be prepared,” he teased back, climbing up on the bed and finding a spot right next to you.

“No, you’re right,” you said, continuing to giggle despite your best attempts to stop. “Okay, I’m sorry, let me put on my serious face,” you pressed your lips together in a thin line, holding them together with your teeth as you tried to stop any giggles from escaping. “You would make a great boy scout,” you told him, failing to keep a straight face.

Sighing, Spencer kissed your smiling lips, giving you a soft peck between every word he said.

“You’re.”

Kiss.

“So.”

Kiss.

“Cute.”

By the final kiss, you’re ready to ascend into the heavens. Knowing you can die happy because you’ve known what it’s like to love him. You’re not even worried about the fact that he chose to call you cute as opposed to hot or sexy. Spencer’s never let you consider the idea of being someone other than who you are.

“I love you,” you whispered, looking at him as he positioned himself between your legs again, taking your lower lip between your teeth because this time you could feel his length. Even through three layers of fabric, his hardness pressed against your core in a way that made your head spin.

Spencer hummed, “I love you too.” His tone was careful as his hands slipped up your sweatshirt, a totem to show where the two of you started and where you are now. His fingers wandered over your skin, an exploration of your body as the hem of the sweatshirt started riding up your waist, “your heart is racing.”

You sat up, trying to encourage him to take your sweater off, “You have that effect on me.” You took a deep breath as he followed your cue and pulled your sweatshirt over your head, once he tossed it to the hamper, you pushed at his t-shirt, whipping it off his body without a care in the world.

He was just looking at you, just studying you in the way someone would look at a piece of art. Feeling encouraged, you reached back to unclasp your bra, letting the fabric fall off of your chest before dropping it just off the side of the bed. “Pretty,” he breathed, leaning forward to kiss you again, his lips making their way along your jawline, along the column of your throat, and just below your collarbones. “Pretty, pretty girl,” he murmured, rendered uncharacteristically at a loss for words at the sight of you topless.

You gasped as his lips attached themselves to your chest, sucking at the soft skin and leaving little love bites behind. He moved his hand to gain better balance, leaving one at the side of your head, “Ow, Spence,” you yelped.

Spencer’s head snapped up, “Are you okay?” He asked, more fear in his voice than was strictly necessary for the issue.

“Your hand is on my hair,” you said, moving your hair behind your head when he instantly moved his hand.

He dropped a kiss to your forehead, oddly domestic for the state of undress you were in, “I’m sorry, honey.”

You shook your head, “It’s okay, c’mere,” you whispered, placing your hand on the back of his head and guiding his lips to yours. Slowly, you extend your free arm between your bodies, slipping your hand between the elastic of his briefs and his stomach, wrapping your hand around his shaft.

He moaned into your mouth at the contact, his lips faltering against yours as you ran your thumb over the tip, gathered his precum on your finger, and withdrew your hand, bringing your hand up to your separated mouths and sucking the liquid off of your thumb. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned, reattaching his lips to your neck, bringing his lips further down your chest until he took your nipple in his mouth, nipping at it gently with his teeth while his fingers wandered up to play with your other breast, massaging the flesh.

“Oh,” you breathed, looking up at the ceiling fan and trying to stop your hips from bucking up as his mouth separated from your breast with a wet pop, his hand skimming down your torso and stopping just above the hem of your underwear, looking to you for permission before he exposed your core.

Slowly, he hooked his fingers in the sides of your panties and dragged them down your legs, leaving them on the mattress for you to find easily as he pushed your knees apart. His hand made its way to your pussy, fingers dragging lazily up and down your slit, “Is this okay?”

Nodding, “Yeah,” you answered, bracing yourself for the intrusion of his fingers, but you were surprised when it didn’t come yet. Instead, his index finger pressed gently against your clit, softly rubbing at the bundle of nerves, trying to prepare you. A soft whine escaped your lips at the sight, “Will you kiss me?” You asked, your eyes wide and pleading with him.

Obliging your wishes, he left his hand in its place while he pressed his lips against yours, you slid your tongue into his mouth, running the tip of it along his bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth as he played with your clit, need growing in your core as his fingers moved.

“Ah,” you gasped against his mouth when he slipped a finger into your hole, separating your lips while you tipped your head back against the pillows. “Oh, wow,” you breathed at the feeling of him knuckle-deep in you, his finger remaining still while you adjusted to the intrusion.

Spencer hummed, bringing his head back down and resting it on your tummy while he curled his fingers in your cunt. You brought your hands down to rest on his head, tugging at his hair while he started to thrust his finger in and out of you, wet squelching sounds emanating from your core as he did.

A moan was ripped from your throat when he added another finger to the mix, stretching your pussy even further while you felt your walls contract around his hand. “Spence,” you breathed, moaning again at the sensations that were coursing through your body, “Spence, baby.”

He tore his eyes away, looking up at you while his hand slowed slightly—just in case, “What do you need, honey?”

Honey. The sweet pet name plucked at your heartstrings as you propped yourself up on your elbows, “I’m— Can we...?” You started, not sure how to proposition him. Can we have sex? Seemed like too little too late. Will you make love to me? Made you want to throw up in your mouth a little bit. “Will you fuck me?” Was what you settled on, albeit a bit crude, but it was your best option at the time.

He withdrew his fingers from your cunt, eliciting a whimper from you at the emptiness, he reached over for the box of condoms that he had previously thrown at you, handing the box to you so he could shed his boxer briefs.

Staring at the way his cock stood at attention, you considered wrapping your mouth around him, just for a moment, but Spencer didn’t seem interested in anything other than doing what you’d asked of him. Instead, you reached out your hand and wrapped your fingers around the base. He was already plenty hard, but you felt the need to reciprocate pleasure, which is why you were surprised when he moved your hand before you could even start.

“It’s okay,” he reassured you, and you nodded a response, telling yourself you’d remember to return the favor in the future. Maybe in the morning.

Handing him a lavender packet, you watched as he carefully tore the package open, pinching the tip and rolling the condom over himself. “Is this good?” You asked, lying on your back as you watched him settle back between your legs, your breath hitched as his cock lined up with your entrance.

Spencer nodded, “You’re perfect. I’ll go slow, okay?” He rubbed at your thigh comfortingly, waiting for you to give him another okay before he started pushing into you. Between your wetness and the added lubrication of the condom, he slid in with little resistance, but he took it slowly, just like he had promised.

He watched you the whole time with the knowledge that you hadn’t had sex in years, the last thing he’d want to do was cause you any pain.

Once he was fully sheathed in you, you buried your face in his neck, pressing little kisses to his soft skin as you focused on anything other than the pressure in your core.

“I’m okay,” you whispered, he didn’t even have to ask you for the reassurance. “I’m— fuck,” you cried out, unable to help the way your walls tightened around his cock. “You can move,” you told him, your voice muffled against his neck.

He inhaled sharply as he pulled his hips from yours before slowly pressing them back together, “I love you.”

You nodded, “I love you too,” you murmured, muffling your moans in his neck as a courtesy to his neighbors, unable to control them as his tentative thrusts turned into a steady rhythm. Carefully thrusting into you while he moved one of his hands up, intertwining your fingers with his at the side of your head—minding his hand placement.

Hooking your ankles together behind his back, you squeezed his hand at the same time as your cunt clenched around his length. He continued fucking into you, pushing your legs open even further until he hit a spot inside of you that made you see stars.

“Spence,” you cried out, trying to warn him about your impending orgasm before it washed over you. Your walls uncontrollably clenched around him as you fully muffled yourself against him, soft squeaks escaping your mouth as he kept going, the pulsating of your pussy driving him even closer to his own orgasm.

His hips stuttered in their movements as you pulled your face from his neck, breathing the cool air as Spencer spilled his cum into the condom. His head drooped, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone as the both of you caught your breath. “I’m gonna pull out,” he warned you, carefully slipping his softened cock from your hole.

A slight panic came over you as you felt tears well up in your eyes faster than you could process them, hiccupping for air as they fell down into your hairline.

That got Spencer’s attention, lifting himself and looking at you, “Hey,” his voice was so soft, “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Bordering on babbling, you shook your head, “No, I’m fine,” you cried, more tears falling from your face. “I don’t even know why ‘m crying,” you told him, resting a hand on your chest.

“Shh, hey,” Spencer cooed, “You’re okay, I’ve got you.” Gingerly, he laid down on his back and pulled you into him, letting you rest your head on his chest as he smoothed your hair back comfortingly. “There are just a lot of emotions going through you right now, and that’s okay,” he whispered. “You’re safe with me.”

You nodded slowly, “I’m sorry,” you whimpered, having ruined a perfect first time by bursting into tears immediately after.

Spencer pressed a tentative kiss to your hairline, “It’s okay, there’s no need to be sorry. It’s completely normal,” he murmured, one hand in your hair and the other rubbing circles on your back. “You’re alright. Hey, it’s called post-coital dysphoria, and it happens to about forty-six percent of people,” he told you.

Despite yourself, you gave a breathy laugh, “I feel like you’re making that up so I’ll feel better.” You sniffled, wiping at your eyes with your fingers.

“It’s a real thing, I promise,” he reassured you, continuing to comfort you until tears stopped falling. “Hey, what do you say we get cleaned up and we can watch something in bed.”

You hummed in response, “You don’t like screens in your room, you say it messes with your REM sleep.”

“It does mess with your REM sleep, but I’d be willing to make an exception for you tonight,” he said, smiling softly when you lifted your head from his chest. “Come on, honey. I’ve got you.”

[hotteoki]

christmas things with bf skz !

pairing: hyung line skz x reader (no prns used)

genre: fluff, point-form fic, est. rel.

cw: not proofread

wc: 0.9k

notes: merry christmas to anyone who celebrates it, and a happy monday to those who don't! P.S. happy birthday val <3 @kyrjnie

chan (방찬) ~ ice skating

despite having to wait in the long, long, long queue for what feels like centuries just to ice skate in a tiny rink outside the local mall

it's a tradition you and chan do every year

sure, it's not ideal to wait an hour in the freezing cold just to skate for 45 minutes only

but when chan is standing right behind you

helping you wrap your scarf the correct way

zipping your coat all the way up

pulling your beanie that was riding up your head back down

and holding a warm cup of hot chocolate?

you could get past that

besides

it's always funny to watch him flail his arms around like bambi

sometimes you like watching him struggle just to see his frown when you don't help him up

"you don't love me anymore!!!!!"

"if i try to pull you up i'm going to fall down right beside you, chan"

"YOU SHOULD AT LEAST TRY!!!!"

so you do

and to no one's surprise except chan's

you fall down

the little pro skater kids start to get worried when neither of you are able to get up

well you could

if chan didn't attempt to yank on you as support to pull himself back up

why does this man not understand that you are incapable of supporting him to stand back up

it's cute to watch him attempt to recreate one of the figure skating spins tho

i am nawt a figure skater idk the names i'm sawry

you two are just goals goals goals!!!!!!!

minho (민호) - mall intercom announcements

it first happened 4 years ago

it was the most embarrassing moment of your life

minho had suggested the two of you go christmas shopping at the biggest mall in south korea

one second you were holding his hand

the next you're spinning around in the middle of the 2nd floor wondering where the hell your 172cm boyfriend could've wandered off to

you were about to call him until you realise you have his phone after he gave it to you before running off into the toilet

"what if my phone drops into the toilet bowl?!"

you were about to start retracing your steps until you hear your name being announced by the information desk, followed by a "your boyfriend is waiting for you by the information desk at the 3rd floor"

you were so going to kill that man

but that night you think to yourself

killing him isn't enough

no, no

you needed to embarrass him right back

so you held your grudge until next christmas

you mumbled something about a flash sale at a nearby store and that he should find you there after he was done scouring uniqlo and ran off before he could object

you gave yourself a few more minutes before you made the announcement over the information desk

boy, was he mad when he saw the cheeky smile on your face

ever since then, it became a tradition for the two of you to race each other to make the lost person announcement to embarrass the other

it's all fun and games until the worker stares in confusion over thinking either one of you was the other's lost kid

changbin (창빈) ~ take-outs

you don't know why either of you still bother cooking christmas dinner

neither of you can cook

sure, you're a fairly decent baker

but that won't suffice for a christmas dinner

and changbin cannot cook for his life

yet you still take turns deciding on who's going to poison the other

obviously that never works out

the day either ends with you guys calling minho and asking begging him if you could have some of his leftovers

or

your more preferable option

ordering take-out

despite take-out being a very common occurrence for you guys

take-outs on christmas are special

the reason being the free sweets your favourite restaurant usually provide in the small bowl by the entrance

yes, the sweets are there usually

but after changbin accidentally caused a scene the first time you dined in at the restaurant long story

the owner had banned either of you from taking the complementary sweets

however

during christmas time, customers bustle in and out of the restaurant

which makes it easy for changbin to snag a handful of sweets and shove them in his pocket

before grabbing your hand and making a run for it back to his car

you do get some odd looks from the other customers queuing outside the restaurant

but at the end of the day

who are the ones who have a bunch of free sweets to snack on? B-)

hyunjin (현진) ~ sweater paws

it's the time of christmas! meaning...

taking hyunjin's oversized sweaters!!!

needless to say it's your favourite thing to do

it's not that he doesn't let you borrow them usually

he just... prefers to keep his expensive clothes in his closet safe and sound

however

he does indeed have a 'sweater of shame'

a christmas sweater that the other members got him as a gag gift a couple of years ago

you will never catch that man ALIVE wearing that "hideous thing"

so when you started dating him and found that absolute gem

you had decided it make it your mission to shove that "disgusting" piece of clothing over his head

except somehow the tables turned

and the sweater ended up wrapped around you

and hyunjin will never openly admit this

but it was quite literally one of the cutest sights he had ever seen in his life

ever since then

he's made it his mission to get you to wear the sweater every christmas

obviously you run away from him

until last year

when he finally caught you and managed to get it on you

you discovered the sweater does have a plus side to it

sweater paws

it feels like playing whack-a-mole whenever you attempt to swing at hyunjin with the sweater on

whack-a-hyunjin, perchance

he claims to hate it and runs away from you

but you both know it's something the two of you look forward to every christmas

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[spruzu]

Doing a silly post of all my (main) fav characters bcz why not.

They will mainly be in order of who i like the most but some are even and if i was asked to pick one between them i physically wouldnt be able to.

-KNUCKLES THE MF ECHIDNA!!!!!!!!!!

HES SO COOOOL I CANT. Theres a knuckles shaped part in my heart. (kinda wanna be him in a way it's kinda embarrassing) I LOVE all of his versions in sonic prime, renegade knucks has a special place in my heart though he's top tier. Sonic boom knuckles is so funny and stupid like him going ''Oh wait i cant read.'' is so funny to me as a dyslexic person myself. Movie knuckles needs to be protected at all costs istg he's so sweet. GIVE KNUCKLES ALL THE GRAPES HE WANTS! 🍇🍇🍇🍇

-Sonic the hedgehog

Sonic's on the same level as knuckles he genuinely so cool and i do base some of my personality off him... i love his character development in sonic prime but his attitude in sonic x is so funny its amazing. He's defo got a bit of attitude to him in the older stuff which makes me love him more. His jokes and ''Wtf is danger.'' attitude is so real. Also movie sonic voiced by Ben Schwartz HELL YEAH, i love Ben hes so funny i cant wait for sonic 3.

-Shadow the hedgehog

''Another sonic character? is all your favourite characters sonic characters?'' no, just wait i get to other characters <3 but MY MY MY MY MYYY OH MY I LOVE SHADOW. I remember my first sonic game, if you can even call it that, being Mario and Sonic 2012 Olympic games and always playing as either shadow, sonic, silver or amy. I loved paying as him. Also his game is SO FUN and his backstory is so fun to learn and 100% take some of his personality and put it onto mine like i do with sonic. He's just such a good character and im glad this is the year of shadow bcz we NEED more shadow content. i would ramble about him more but i cant think of anything else to say.

-Leonardo (ROTMNT)

Another character voiced by Ben schwartz! I just recently watched this movie and i LOVED it. I used to like TMNT when i was little but never fully got into it but my favourites were always Leo and Mikey. Im literally him /hj. He's such a cool character (i say that with all of them i just love them all so much). Also if any TMNT fans have any movie/TV show recommendations for TMNT i am willing to take them!

-Miles Morales

I remember watching Into the Spider Verse and i loved it so much, i felt bad for miles in a way because he had to go through seeing spider man die in front of his eyes then realising hes the new spider man and blah blah blah. Im watching Penny's (from snapcube) VODs from when she played Spiderman 2 and miles' suits are so cool i love how they added the spider-verse movie suits into the game theyre defo some of my favs. Across the spider verse was such a good movie but into the spider verse was defo better (hot take? idk). Im so excited to see what happens in the next movie.

-Silver the hedgehog

Another sonic character yes, but i love sonic so much its my main special interest/hyperfixation. Silver is so silly i need to see more content of him tho. It's also kinda funny how his first appearance was sonic 06 ,which as we all know, is an awful game. In need to see more of him we need another game with him in as a playable character. Smt like SA2 idk.

-Batman

All forms of batman, lego batman is top tier and the rest under him. I watched the lego batman movie in the cinema when it came out and little me loved it and i recently, abt 3 years ago, got fully into batman stuff. The movies are so good and batman is such a cool character to, i need to meet more people who like him.

Thats it for now, i would add garfield but i dont really have anything to say abt him other than hes the most realest character ever. Hate mondays, love lasagne.

Anyways, i love these characters so much most of them being my comfort characters **cough cough** the sonic ones **cough cough**.

[takeiteasyonmeimstilllearning]

hot take on a real life Jigen

I know that Monkey punch modeled Jigen on James Coburn, but hear me out. Robert Mitchum is Jigens spirit animal.

1stly, voice. They have the same timber. (Idk what else to call it) I would definitely say epcar and Mitchum are in the same category. Kobayashi is similar too but he is more animated, going into falsetto and such. I also think if jigen sang he would be baritone and talk-sing his way through lyrics.

2ndly, Mitchum's grumpy old man vibe just radiate Jigen imo.

Mitchum quotes:

They got so they wanted me to take some of my clothes off in the pictures. I objected to this, so I put on some weight and looked like a Bulgarian wrestler when I took my shirt off.

The only difference between me and my fellow actors is that I've spent more time in jail.

I gave up being serious about making pictures around the time I made a film with Greer Garson and she took a hundred and twenty-five takes to say no.

[on his acting talents] Listen. I got three expressions: looking left, looking right and looking straight ahead.

People think I have an interesting walk. Hell, I'm just trying to hold my gut in.

When I drop dead and they rush to the drawer, there's going to be nothing in it but a note saying 'later'.

I never take any notice of reviews - unless a critic has thought up some new way of describing me. That old one about my lizard eyes and anteater nose and the way I sleep my way through pictures is so hackneyed now.

Years ago, I saved up a million dollars from acting, a lot of money in those days, and I spent it all on a horse farm in Tucson. Now when I go down there, I look at that place and I realize my whole acting career adds up to a million dollars worth of horse shit.

I never changed anything, except my socks and my underwear. And I never did anything to glorify myself or improve my lot. I took what came and did the best I could with it.

[asked what jail was like] It's like Palm Springs without the riff-raff.

John Wayne had four-inch lifts in his shoes. He had the overheads on his boat accommodated to fit him. He had a special roof put in his station wagon. The son-of-a-bitch, they probably buried him in his goddamn lifts.

There just isn't any pleasing some people. The trick is to stop trying.

Sure I was glad to see John Wayne win the Oscar. I'm always glad to see the fat lady win the Cadillac on television, too.

I kept the same suit for six years - and the same dialog. We just changed the title of the picture and the leading lady.

[asked why he took on an 18-hour mini-series] It promised a year of free lunches.

How do I keep fit? I lay down a lot.

[1969] How the hell did I get into this picture anyway? I kept reading in the papers that I was going to do it, but when they sent me the script I just tossed it on the heap with the rest of them. But somehow, one Monday morning, here I was. How the hell do these things happen to a man?

[1948] I'm a natural hermit. I've been in constant motion of escape all my life. I never really found the right corner to hide in.

[1968] The Rin Tin Tin method is good enough for me. That dog never worried about motivation or concepts and all that junk.

[on working with Faye Dunaway] When I got here I walked in thinking I was a star and then I found I was supposed to do everything the way she says. Listen, I'm not going to take any temperamental whims from anyone, I just take a long walk and cool off. If I didn't do that, I know I'd wind up dumping her on her derrière.

[asked what he looks for in a script before accepting a job] Days off.

[on Jane Russell] Miss Russell was a very strong character. Very good-humored when she wasn't being cranky.

They think I don't know my lines. That's not true. I'm just too drunk to say 'em.

Look me dead in the eye and Tell me this isn't jigen

[heartsforjohnnycake]

OK WAIT I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST A PASTOR DARRY AU HOLD ON 🗣️‼️

ok so. the church is held in the YMCA he worked at, so they have special permission to have church there . soda sings & is worship leader, pony helps plan events (he seems like such a perfectionist who literally could plan everything on his own . like let him make a yearbook or smth and it is gonna eat) johnny comes w them and helps runs errands (i am CONVINCED he can drive . i think he’d have a license, js not a car) . SO

the curtis gang doesnt rlly come over like,, monday or tuesday nights (i havent decided) for bible study cause none of them could sit still enough for that bsfr

johnny will be gone for like. half the service and he just shows up w coffee and snacks because they’ll all be there a while

mind u . my uncle is the pastor at my church and i think he gets here from 7:30 - 8 am?? and church starts at 10:30 am. so they’re there for a while

so ponys waking up early 6 days a week if he doesn’t have plans on Saturday so bro is like . TIRED. he’ll stay home and johnny will run the events table for him

i think johnny skips school twice a week (tuesdays and thursdays) . i think he’d find a way (get pony to help him manipulate staff) so he can wake up later and do his work at home or smth . so he’d help w the chirch some (alot)

darry will be preaching and he’ll js call out to them . like “and then- johnny can you go home and grab the posters- thanks” *clears throat* “and then..” or smth like that

he took over for his dad

he’ll share childhood stories of the gang . like js to help add stuff onto the lesson

i think that ms. mathews is in charge of the children’s ministry, two-bit helps w the youth ministry, but he’s not there as much

curly gets a job at the ymca on sundays and he’s like “damn this is boring 😔” while cleaning and he looks over and just sees johnny drinking creamer cups like shots while pony and two’s sister (i might name her susie?? idk) cheer him on. he’s like “GANG??” he goes up to pony and taps him and he YELLS. like “WHAT THE HE- oh hi curly” ahh

i think that the curtis bros would all dress niceer, and johnny does NOT gaf . he wears his nicer jeans but he’ll show up in a stained hoodie or shirt looking emo asf no shame . i think it’s a mostly greaser church so no one says anything, but ponys always like “that hoodies stained..” nd johnnys over here “do i look like i gaf bffr”

two-bit wears his nicer jeans and a nicer mickey mouse shirt

i think he’d work nursery a babies bc i think he’d actually be really well with little kids

mind you, he has a little sister and is rlly responsible w ponyboy before the rumble . he is responsible

ponys talking to people and worshipping n shit and johnnys over here scrolling through temu and checking his account to see how much money he has (i WILL give him a job and credit card and hes in darry’s custody in modern au since theres so much more freedom and opportunities then . fight me)

i think the entire gang went to church w them once . it was exactly the same in the book but the curtis brothers had to deal w people from church in their house two days later 😭🙏

i think the curtis brothers r religious, johnny not as much but he still likes being apart of something so thats why he helps

ok thats all i got for now . i might post hc of what they look like modern au later but im in church rn (💀)

[mikathemonster]

Idk if I’m doing this right but can u write fluff of some kind with dialogue prompt #1 with Kili x fem!reader? Whatever comes to mind, if not no biggie, thanks sm!!☺️

"a ‘spark’ of an idea"

author's note: this one was actually really fun, considering i decided to use an old WIP to write this! I apologize if the pacing feels a bit rushed, I've been writing while sick with covid :( (based on this post)

Pairing: Kíli / Female Human Reader

Word Count: 1,198

summary: despite being Gandalf’s apprentice, you yourself cannot conjure any magic. but that doesn’t stop you from trying to prove yourself to a certain dwarven prince...

content warnings: fire, sparks, smoking

DO NOT REPOST OR COPY. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

“Gandalf, we have a problem.” You said, out of breath from running to hunt down the wizard.

“And I suppose you expect my aid in this issue?” The grey wizard said, blowing smoke from his pipe. Oh, how you wished a puff of the old toby would help you. But alas, this problem was bigger than simple weed from Southfarthing.

“Well yes, that was the idea,” you huffed, sitting next to him as you tried to regain your breath and your composure. You had hoped your mentor would be a little more gracious in your current time of need.

“I know very well of your problem, dear Y/N,” he said. “But it is yours to solve just as it was yours to create.” You groaned at his wisdom. Of course he already knew what you had done, he was a wizard! All wise but ever mischievous, was he. You had learned that well from traveling with him here and there as his apprentice, his aid.

“Then can you at least lend me a branch over here?” You said, a little frustrated. “I don’t even know where to start.”

Another puff came from the old grey man as he blew terrific smoky shapes into the air. “My suggestion is simple,” he said. “Put your foot in front of the other and start walking. No problem was ever solved by laying about and whining.” Rather short than his usual pep talks, but you didn’t have the energy to pry. He must have a lot on his mind, you thought.

And that’s how you found yourself storming in the direction of the forges, intent on requesting backup to help with your plan. Backup, you thought, in the form of a certain toymaker and miner.

You searched the many workstations within Erebor’s grand forges, the heat of the halls causing a heated glow about your face as you desperately worked to seek out the dwarf with twin curled braids.

“Bofur!” You called out, running to catch up with the dwarrow who seemed like he was gathering supplies for his next projects. “Bofur, I need your help. We have a problem.”

“Ah, Y/N,” the older dwarf smiled as he saw you. Always a good day to see a friend, he thought as he stopped what he was doing. “And it’s another Monday, what’s your point?”

You drew in a breath, fiddling with your hands as you swallowed your dignity to explain the situation. “So, I was playing a game with Fíli and Kíli, and we were all taking dares from one another when Kíli dared me to perform magic in front of him.” You said.

“You can do magic?” Bofur asked. You shook your head.

“Not at all!” You said. “But I couldn’t say that in front of them, so I told Kíli that if he met me here tomorrow night, I’d conjure fireworks for him.”

“Why didn’t you just tell the truth, lass?” He said.

“Because!” You whined. “You’re all master crafters and fighters and skilled in practically everything! I wanted to have some sort of special talent.”

“Oh, come now, Y/N,” he said, frowning. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re already quite special yourself, you know?”

“You don’t have to flatter me, you know,” you said, sighing. Bofur shook his head.

“I’m serious! It takes quite a deal of strength to be able to put up with those two,” he grinned, pushing you with his elbow teasingly. “Come, we can talk more in my workshop. It’s a bit stuffy in here, eh?” You nodded silently, following him.

A few twists and turns later through the great bedrock halls led you to Bofur and Bifur’s toyshop, the shelves inside littered with works in progress and completed toys of various types. Bofur set his collection of parts down on a huge table that was covered in scrolls and blueprints before he turned back around to face you, giving you his full attention.

“Now, lass,” he said. “What do you expect me to do to help you?”

You drew a breath, knowing you were going to sound crazy. “Alright, here’s my plan.”

And the stage was set! It took all day yesterday to fully plan it out with Bofur, but you were ready. And quite excited! Gods, you just couldn’t wait to see the look on Kíli’s face when you pulled this off. Now all you needed to do was keep your cool and stick to your script, which you hoped Kíli would goad you into easily.

Soon, he was meeting you at the entrance of the Great Forges, an eager grin on his face as the lights of the fires lit both of your faces. “Y/N, you won’t hold out on me, will you?” He asked with a cheeky smile, and you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, of course not! How could I dare to upset you? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go make a scene.” And with that, you turned away, quickly walking towards the forges, which were eerily quiet and empty tonight.

Kíli seemed to fall for your trap, raising a brow as he followed after you. “Where are we going?”

“Well you see, my magic is most powerful near fire,” you said, fibbing your ass off as you worried about how effective your plan would be. As soon as the two of you would enter the forge, you knew Bofur would set it in motion.

Kíli seemed to feel satisfied with this answer as he nodded. “I see, fireworks and fire makes sense.”

You nodded as well, glad he took it without question. And soon you both crossed the threshold, you threw your arms in the air, hoping Bofur would see the signal. It was time to begin.

“What are you doing?” Kíli asked, coming up close behind you.

You threw a playful smirk, trying your best not to give away how nervous you were. “I’m just warming up.”

“Then by all means,” he said, taking a step back to give you some space.

And with a big breath, it was time to begin. You rubbed your hands together, creating a warm friction as you kept up this little pretend of yours. You threw your hands up in the air, stretching your arms as high as they could go, and with a large crashing sound, sparks flew everywhere from a balcony high above. A curtain of glowing orange sparks fell on both sides of you, bouncing on the stone floors once or twice before going dimmer and dimmer, and eventually out.

Kíli’s jaw practically fell to the floor, his attention fully transfixed on you as he gazed at you with awestruck eyes. It was so beautiful to see, and so captivatingly shocking that he hadn’t moved the gears in his mind enough to try and figure out what was actually happening. For right above you two, hidden on a balcony, Bofur and Bifur were busy grinding metal as silently as possible to create such sparks as they flew down to where you and Kíli stood.

“By Durin himself,” Kíli said. “I should have never doubted you.”

“Oh, Kíli,” you replied. “The show isn’t over yet.”

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[fuckwhoeverpickedallthefunnyurls]

Noting down things on my rewatch of Season 1 of Good Omens

While watching that scene where God explained that "it was like playing poker in a pitch-dark room, with a dealer who won't tell you the rules and who smiles all the time" and so many things appeared on the screen I just imagined how long it took to edit/make that whole scene.

In the book it's mentioned that Crowley's remark "You're an angel, I don't think you can do the wrong thing" is supposed to be sarcastic but Aziraphale doesn't notice. Well then I guess I'm like Aziraphale because I also did not and continue to not notice the sarcasm there unless I really watch out for it then slightly I guess.

Rewatching I feel like Eve opening her eyes after taking a bite of the apple is given even more underlinement than when Adam does it. Especially also through the sound effect in the background

I didn't even remember that Ligur & Hastur came out of the ground. To do it on a graveyard too like they....rose from the dead. Yeah cool symbolism or something 👍

Hastur with his flaming hand to light is cigarette is also cool. Once again thinking about editing and special effects etc. etc.

LIGUR'S LITTLE ANIMAL PAL ON HIS HEAD MOVED!!!!!! IT'S PAW OR HOWEVER YOU CALL IT MOVED!!!!

Long hair Crowley

I didn't even notice but Crowley sways his hips EXTREMELY after walking back to his car after receiving the antichrist. This is the Crowley slutty walk everyone is talking about

"Ciao. Means...Food." Always cracks me up. The pause adds to the comedic effect.

The whole "Yes" simultaneously. Also very funny tbh. Especially the way they say/pronounce it.

Until recently when I searched up about the actors starring in Good Omens in detail I literally didn't notice that the actors of Nina and Maggie were literally both nuns in season 1. Call that recycling (or foreshadowing, who knows)

Yooo the soundtrack when the ambulance arrives at the nun hospital is lowkey fire

Crowley's old glasses...I feel like the new ones are better bc they have these things at the side so the eyes are covered completely from all angles. I can't believe I'm getting a pair of them on Monday!! (For my Halloween costume)

WHY are there so many people on the street in front of Aziraphale's bookshop. Is that just what it's like in Soho.

The way Crowley talks and also his expression in that telephone cell are so funny in a way

Now that I've started reading the book and know that Aziraphale was the one blew up/set on fire the block of traffic officer who tried to give Crowley a ticket for parking in the wrong spot, I think it should have been included in the Show

I don't even remember this much happening in the first episode. I'm so used to OFMD's 30 minute episodes. And Good Omens Season 2 episodes somehow don't feel that long Idk why

Nanny Astoresh!!!!!! (Idk how it's spelled tbh)

I never noticed that Nanny's lullaby was to the tune of like the Good Omens soundtrack

Crowley going down the reflection of the escalator to go to hell weeeee

Crowley's little bun ❤❤❤ (+ his coat ❤❤)

Crowley's expression when saying "They [Heaven aka The Opposition] don't suspect a thing

Beelzebub & Hastur & Ligur all have little animal pals I think Crowley should have a little snake pal

I don't know how I never realized the first time watching that Crowley only has the snake tattoo on one side. I always thought he had dual snakes. I guess that is his little snake pal.

Why the close-up shots of Gabriel 😭😭

The famous "Please do not lick the walls" sign!!!

Isn't that Erik the demon that they fed to the hellhound??? He just keeps coming back like a Nokia huh. Indestructible.

Crowley short hair all of a sudden 😢 (he still looks good but it was a jumpscare ngl after seeing him with long hair all the time)

Crowley suggesting child murder on a sunny afternoon (I just now realized, Crowley doesn't kill kids. Is that why he suggested Aziraphale do it? I thought it was just because then it would be "heavenly doing" but this is probably his deeper motivation)

Crowley's watch is really cool?? I had to go back like 3 times to see what all the different lanes for the numbers were for though

Crowley's new glasses too

Them drinking again because they f-ed up

[miusmusings]

I heard Pit Babe has a/b/o so ofc I must watchhhh!!! I planned to wait till monday and ration out my bls but like!! How can I expected when we have a show with my favourite setting ahhhh!! I never thought I'd see a day when we'll have a/b/o in mainstream media 😭😭😭

Anyways,

vibrating with excitement as I hit play

What's up with the 'special' alpha thing? How are 'special' alphas different from normal alphas? Also, is everyone allowed to use their 'special' a/b/o senses in competitive settings? Like idk the sports boards of all countries are usually quite a bit snooty about allowing people with 'advantages' to compete with everyone else in a category... How are they allowing this v special little guy to just use his talents like that owo

Not that I mind. Show us more of you special alpha stuff, Babe. (srsly *who* is in charge of naming characters are series' in the thai bl industry. I'd like a talk with them. Just a talk, really.)

Why is guy on left wearing a red furcoat in thai heat. How is he alive. And how can I get this heat-resisting superpower.

That wasn't even a close finish. Red team's guy need to work harder. And as usual I can't remember a single frickin name :')

Babe (i do love his name) looks so done. As one would, if they had to wear a full on racing suit and drive an overheating car. He's the only person with some real heat senses in this show, I think. And ofc he also has his 'special' alpha senses... this boy is suffering o_o

An alpha who can't stand the smell of other alphas? Why has he not looked for betas or omegas? But also snoopy friends... :D

A mask and glasses... darling you don't stand out at all. He's so cute though, he reminds me of a bunny???

I have an important observation: Pavel has a lovely face

Is this a/b/o or alphaverse? How come I don't see any other orientations...

Hmmmm. I have a Theory. A normal/usual/common alpha is like the omega in a/b/o and a 'spacial' alpha is like the actual alpha in abo?? Is that it? Or are they going down the hidden identity trope? I'm down for whatever it is XD

Why is Babe smiling so creepily...

Mr Rabbit is not so innocent huh. There's something about him that makes all the alarms ring in my head. Still, his face is so 🥺

Oh these people are roood. Do y'all really need to bet about someone right in front of them (ㆆ_ㆆ)

Moving with so much cash in person (ㆆ_ㆆ)

Taking Charlie as a passanger while drifting... he wants the boy to puke or what? Even if I lose atleast winner will get puked on...

Who's behind Mr. Photographer?

Bonsai trimming? One thing learnt from My Dear Gangster Oppa is that ppl who trim bonsais are always mafia hotshots, soooo. a/b/o + mafia? <3

I'm sorry (not sorry), that man is NOT OLD. What is up with bls calling people-who-look-too-young-to-be-even-middle-aged as old??? you're not a old man, dude, stop calling yourself that, it's disrespectful to old men smh

Babe needs an interior decorator before anything else. What are those walls (ㆆ_ㆆ) Why does he have a car parked in his living area (ㆆ_ㆆ)

Just a few plugs won't make me break a sweat What an ineteresting line hehehe

Nooooo he has a bike in there too. NO 1 racer and can't afford a garage, what's the use of them racing money (ㆆ_ㆆ)

ANYWAYYY

What a trip whew. Def one of my fav airing shows rn. Let's hope they keep this up for rest of the eps, cheers!

[x3aspiration]

hazeldine bacc intro + rotation 1-1 pt.1

hai guys im starting an eras (kind of) themed bacc!!

it's pretty much a typical bacc but all of the following items are locked to start: electricity, phones, tvs, computers, cameras, kitchen appliances, indoor plumbing, cars, all alarms, and all phone services; and they all have their own special rules to be 'invented' :-)

i might make another post with all of the rules i made but it's a lottt so im not gonna do that here! + this post is already gonna be super long

here is our founder henrietta hazeldine !!!!

her traits are adventurous, loves the outdoors, ambitious, lucky, and nurturing (should i also show their personality points when showing info abt them?)

she ran from the village she was from with only 4000 simoleons to start off her new life in this uninhabited neighborhood that she named Hazeldine , after herself of course

here is her little house to start !! the plants in front are from the sun&moon mod spice of life and the roses might be from a different one of their mods i cant remember :t

you can see the inside of the "house" with this picture of bald mr. humble :p i have no idea why hes bald now lmfao idk what happened hes always bald now

the birdwatching pic is literally stunning but that stupid stinky thing(???) is in the background

she was talking to craig ray and as you can see by the memories it really was not going well like at all LMFAO

since no phones i had to wait for him to walk back by the house and then i like immediately tried to have him move in and apparently that was the wrong move

craig ray didnt walk back to the house (actually until after she got married) and so she ended up meeting this jason guy and they really needed to start moving things along so they started dating and got married in ten minutes!!

baby bump!!!!!

bigger baby bump!!

our sweet babies were born!! and a set of twins :D meet wilma and jack hazeldine <3

they grow up so fast!!!!

i didnt get like any pics of them as toddlers ): but heres this , they were such cuties

man they really Do grow up so fast

look at the babies :P

heres their traits: (sorry for switching where the text is its being annoying D:)

wilma - shy, genius, lucky

jack - social butterfly, athletic, loves the outdoors

updated house pics :P the easel is mostly jacks, his oth is sports but he lovesss to paint

welcome to hazeldine's handmades!!!!! jason has a gold sewing badge so heres where that goes to !! this also means we unlocked another cas!!!

however this part doesnt end here (completely at least) bc i needed their week to get back to monday morning . the households not being in sync would drive me nuts

oo also heres jason's traits, they're randomized

no sense of humor, star quality, lucky, night owl, light sleeper (that shit is aggravating)

rrrrr only 30 pics allowed per post buut im almost done soo

part 2 :)

[philhoffman]

Watched A Most Wanted Man (2014) for a special Monday Philm this week—since last March, I’ve been rewatching all of PSH’s films in chronological order and this one completes the cycle (I know, the Mockingjays were released later, but I grouped The Hunger Games films together for my own continuity).

To be completely honest I spent most of this rewatch counting how many cigarettes Günther Bachmann smokes throughout the film (keeping a real pen-and-paper tally in my movie-watching notebook)—the answer is about 22. Real ones, the herbal cigarettes Phil said he was smoking all day anyway. There is much to be said about the cinematic value of smoking cigarettes—and I plan on writing more about that at some point!—but man there’s no doubt not many people (if anyone) do it better than him. It’s so much a part of Bachmann, of Hoffman—his breath made visible, hanging in the air. Cinema!

“We find them. We become their friends, their brothers, their fathers, their lovers, if we must.”

Still one of my favorite films, even more so since I read the book a few months ago. Surprisingly high rewatchability factor, especially if you’re like me and generally do not know what’s going on in espionage stories ever. I think I’ve finally caught up to this one—but the tension is so thick, I still find myself half-hoping, half-begging, “Maybe it will go right this time, maybe it will end differently, maybe he will not walk away.”

Watching all of Phil Hoffman’s films in chronological order was supposed to give me some kind of insight into his development as an actor, the various periods and patterns of his career, his artistic growth. But really, pretty early on, I kinda forgot I was supposed to be thinking about that. I just loved being surprised by what was next on my schedule, seeing him for a few extra hours each week. Lately I’ve been thinking about how Phil made watching films very easy on us, the viewer—he is so good, it’s so natural, you can forget you’re watching PSH the actor and instead witness a real soul brought to life from a screenplay, he suspends your disbelief for you and you go willingly—and also so very hard—how does someone breathe life into a few lines on paper like that? why do I see myself in this character I’ve been told to hate, to be repulsed by? why can’t I look away, why is this painful, why am I still thinking about it days and weeks and years later? He always delivered, from that youthful (over)exuberance, a palpable excitement like static on your screen, to the quieter, more mature gravity he found later in his career (The Master, A Most Wanted Man). His entire life he gave it 110% and then some.

The first time I watched his filmography through, I did it in random order, whatever I felt like that week. This time was (mostly) chronological. I’m not sure what I’m going to do next, except I know I’m not ready to give this series up quite yet. It’s been over two years now and it’s hard to imagine not having something to look forward to on otherwise bleak Monday nights. And no, as my family and friends have asked, I don’t get tired of them. The volume of his work is so extensive and the material is so wide-ranging, there’s always something I’m craving or haven’t seen in over a year. Tbh I’ve missed the 90s lately—it’s been months since I’ve sat down to watch almost any of them, I miss that buoyancy and his babyface.

I’ve been thinking about doing a little less in these posts—collecting and editing the stills and writing the reviews is time-consuming (and sometimes emotionally taxing) late on a work night and how much, really, can I say about Patch Adams (my beloved)? But, idk. “And the zen master says, we’ll see.”

Over two years of Monday Philms and this blog, which I kinda started as a place to put these reviews, has a couple hundred followers now. Thank you for being here for this journey. But I can’t take much credit for that—I think, I hope, most of y’all are here because of Phil, his work, his life as a brilliant artist and a sweet, handsome, generous person, all the ways he’s inspired and understood you. I like to think we have a nice little community built around that shared love. For me, I am forever indebted to him. My life is changed in every way—fuller, better, more loving and relentless—because it’s now intertwined with his. Thank you Phil so much for everything I love you <3

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary394

10/20-21/24

sunday - monday

finished a strange drawing, today:

there was a mistake with the pattern fill, it's in some of the black zones... but it looks kinda good actually. maybe i should experiment with that some more. super thin lines in a little area with some extra color on them, just to make stuff look a little more textured, i like how it makes it look like she has pinkeye or something.

the idea for this one is maybe strange, i just though about some lolita girl having this thing erupt from her (in all honesty, for some reason it came to me as prolapse, which is gross but i suppose that is the point), and overtaking her, and her sort of candy affectations inflicting a kind of suffering, the matted hair w/ candy all in it, finger wrapped in hair, kind of like, inescapable as an image of something, forced into submission i suppose, swallowing an idea of being something, and then defensively using it until it spirals out.

here's a good song:

very hypnotic riffing, very weird stuff here. italian screamo's always strange. creative people, lots of the time.

i continue to struggle to get back to fear and hunger termina to try and do ending b... i get too sad thinking about killing everyone, last time i tried, i just started saying 'i can't' out loud to myself over and over and then closing the game. i at least got moonscorched marcoh... very sad that happened to him. it's not just his guilt, it also feels like he went mad in an effort to protect tanaka from that fate, which would come to him if he were alone, i'm pretty sure. those apartments are so crazy. i really love them, that's where i knew the game was truly truly special, which is crazy. i love the game so much... it makes me want to do a favorites of all time thing, but it's not like... well idk, they're just very obvious. honestly.

humm, what else. i've been watching a playthrough of sh2, it's been pretty strange to see how not awful awful it is, but it's definitely not great. the way the areas are designed, it seem aggravating, on top of that, there's too much combat that plays like, it seems honestly like the original plays better in that you aren't really paying attention to combat ever, you're like, seeing these odd and unpleasant things show up, and you wander past them, sometimes you fuck up, and they make things a little harder, sometimes you hit them with a pipe for a couple seconds, sometimes you run past and then get into an empty room, and then have to leave and run past again. in most ways, fear and hunger takes this in an actual constructive direction because making horror games turn based is really really good i think. but, either way, the original flow was fine, you were more immersed in a place, and the camera let you absorb that place better. fixed cameras really help so much. i dunno why people only use them in a retro way, when they're actually like, almost like, the most profoundly useful thing you can do to highlight an area / make it feel like something i think. that and pixel art... idk,,, those lately have felt more capable than much else.

the voice acting isn't so bad though, it's okay the direction they took, sad it's not so lynchian but really most of the game is not, now.

i need to sleep, i'm gonna see my friend tuesday, so i need to be normal again,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[life-goes-on126]

10/9/2023

So I’ve had a few dates with Ed so far which include the following:

1-ice cream

2-mount royal inn

3-filomenas

4-pizza

5-Applebees for perfect margaritas

6-entire day (breakfast, walking in park, Jodie, hill creek winery)

7-bonefish

8-aquarium and movie day

We have been seeing each other like twice a week and yesterday we finally took our little handholding peck kisses up a step to cuddling and make outs while watching movies. It was really sweet and I loved it. He’s so charming and always just knows what to say. He mentioned on the way home that he was going to be busy today so I said “ok if you don’t respond it’s not me” and he said “it’s never gonna be you sweetheart” I about melted. When we passed cooper on the way to the aquarium yesterday he got a little teary eyed and said that that’s where Jess passed away. I had no idea and I felt so bad. I have asked him if he’s rebounding or if he has any hesitations and he said no. He’s all in. He’s very gentlemanly and holds my doors and buys everything (like I ordered coffee and he pulled his card out to try to pay- I paid no worries) and he just is so kind to me. He’s also a cuddlebug which ya know I adore.

I’m so nervous that I am a rebound but I have no option but to trust his word that I’m not. He showed me the type of house he wants to build and told me to start picking stuff which is both endearing and concerning lol.

I asked what day I’m gonna see him next when we were cuddled up and he said well you work Monday and Tuesday so then Wednesday. And when I made a joke that I was taking up all his Sundays and he said that he was glad I was. He seems so happy that I’m around and it’s so nice to feel wanted.

He still hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend and I mentioned it yesterday while we were in bed and he said he didn’t want to just ask me in a boring way but that he wanted to do it in a special way. I told him I wasn’t in a rush. Which maybe I am but maybe I’m not?? I do want the officalness of having a title but then I also want to give him the space and unofficialness of not having a title incase he freaks out. Idk why I’m so worried about him freaking out and leaving. Maybe that’s just me projecting my insecurities though and it has nothing to do with him.

It’s all a trust thing I guess.

[punkscowardschampions]

Barly

Carly: [some time after her fun times with Alison because the gals had to cleanse themselves in water and have a reset moment and generally just be allowed to live]

Carly: I’m sorry

Bartley: Why, what for now?

Carly: everything @ bonfire night idk

Bartley: It wasn’t so bad

Bartley: and you didn’t 😱👻 to make it weird, the less good parts

Carly: k grand

Carly: weren’t expecting the air to be cleared this quick but

Bartley: Not surprised you’re feeling the fear this morning, like

Bartley: s’why everyone hates Mondays, I reckon

Carly: im not 🍀🐇🌠 how u r to be feeling that type of way

Bartley: I weren’t even pissed, be why

Bartley: Notice Ronan was off his face too though, by the end

Carly: you was too busy 😍💋🥰💞😘💓’d be why bb

Carly: how are u to raise a glass when youve some lass always on your face 🌺🐝

Bartley: You sound jealous

Bartley: Another zombie girl situation, was it?

Carly: what of another 🤠🤎 for you wasnt it?

Bartley: I don’t know, I’ll not see her again so it doesn’t matter

Carly: u could if you’re after it mattering 🍯💛

Bartley: Tah for the permission, Carls

Carly: I mean cos shes a mate of alis brother & hes a mate of mine

Carly: if you want to see her its not like youd have need of searching every pop up shop for a lass on till

Bartley: You’re well 💔

Bartley: Mosey boy should still have her number, somewhere in his contact list, you can find her

Carly: my god shut up gobshite 😅

Bartley: 😏

Bartley: I just mean, that girl talked too much, when she weren’t attached to my face, I’m not after seeing her again off my back

Carly: ah now theres sense course thats why you was on her constant not cos u like her 😏

Bartley: I’m not being mean, don’t think she even asked what my name was either

Carly: im not calling u mean boy it was a party & yous both had your fun

Bartley: The comparisons are never far off

Carly: youre never far from slagging me but hey i was trying to see how long we’d go before you started

Bartley: Am not

Bartley: the only reason you like Ronan is because he has no opinions of his own and that suits you

Carly: oh please hes loads of opinions of me & they dont suit no more than the 1s the rest of yous lads have do

Bartley: Yeah right, I know how dead easy he is to convince, we do it all the time

Carly: whats it you reckon I’m here wanting to convince him of?

Bartley: I don’t need to say it, you know

Carly: I dont

Bartley: Nah, you’re after tricking me into slagging you already sos you win, more like

Carly: yea cos what a victory thatd b like

Bartley: Your shit game, play a different one

Carly: im playing none im only telling you I’m not after him

Bartley: Does that mean you’re after Moses again

Bartley: better warn his mammy, like

Carly: no never

Bartley: Believe that when I 👀 it

Carly: cant u believe it hurt us getting rated?

Bartley: no, ‘course it did

Bartley: but has he tried to apologise to you yet?

Carly: hes swore to make my life a misery cos i dont fancy fucking him no more, where it was left, more or less

Bartley: Jesus, well

Carly: i think this heres where im meant to warn yous all hes hoping you’ll all get yourselves involved in them fun & games like im scared or care

Bartley: He’s not said anything, not when I’ve been there

Bartley: maybe he was already half-cut when he said that to you, didn’t really mean it

Carly: yea maybe

Bartley: Sounds it

Bartley: he’ll have found someone else to bother by now, forgot all about that

Carly: dont even know how to make a girl feel special w his threats

Bartley: I’m just saying, don’t be scared

Carly: he dont scare me

Bartley: Good

Carly: its your turn to the now

Bartley: My turn to what?

Carly: scare us

Bartley: Not Halloween no more

Carly: only a week gone somehow

Bartley: your getup were a lot scarier craic anyhow 

Carly: least yous all dressed up loads of lads from school never far as I saw

Bartley: Mosey fancies himself enough to love all that

Carly: are you not to bother yourself next year then?

Bartley: I felt like a divvy

Bartley: different for lasses, you all love it

Carly: 🥺 I loved waiting to work out what youd picked to be 💔 for that as the last time & end of an era

Bartley: You’re such a pisstake

Bartley: I’ll try and think on before the day of next time, or go looking alone, so the best costumes don’t get nabbed

Carly: or you could let us make u 1 ❤️🎨✨🧡🧵💚💄🖤 cos I am not a pisstake

Bartley: Oh, sure, be the easiest way to go about being a massive one 😅

Carly: nah youve just massive issues w trust

Bartley: I don’t

Bartley: you’re not serious anyway

Carly: yea I am

Bartley: Maybe then

Bartley: is a whole year off now - 1 week so you’ve got time to be dead ❤️🎨✨🧡🧵💚💄🖤

Carly: yay 🖤🧡🎃🖤🧡👻🤍🧄💀🖤🧡🎃🖤🧡

Carly: dead excited to prove myself

Bartley: You who offered, moody

Carly: you’ve a whole year to work out for yourself when I’m being serious

Bartley: I already know the answer to that

Carly: u so dont

Bartley: Yeah I do, you’re never bloody serious, that’s your problem, girl

Carly: youd not handle me if I was

Bartley: That a threat of 😤 or 😭?

Carly: Id reckon its a reminder of when I tried to talk to you serious at the party & your eyes near fell out your head for the size they went

Bartley: You didn’t mean to say it, was being polite ignoring it

Carly: k eejit youre never polite, your problem

Bartley: Oh, so you let that pair walk all over you but I’m the rude one, how’s that work

Carly: yous can all be, sure, enough of it to go round, hows that?

Bartley: It don’t, you’ve no sense or shame to let him act like that just because you reckon him pretty

Carly: i know ive not, everybody knows ive not

Bartley: You could, you’re not totally braindead

Carly: i feel it

Bartley: act it out enough times for it to be all you hear, sure you do

Carly: it was all i heard before I acted up any time

Bartley: It’s not totally your fault

Carly: remember I go weird when youre nice

Bartley: yeah, don’t stop you having a go the rest of the time, weirdo

Carly: 👶😭 what go like?

Bartley: You can only take a joke off Moses when you want him to fuck you

Carly: hes no jokes when he wants to fuck me or he don’t

Carly: the lad’s loads of things but not gas

Bartley: I never said he was funny

Carly: it werent about him making us laugh

Bartley: no shit

Carly: y talk about moses when it only makes you 😤😠

Bartley: You made it so its all that’s to be said when your name comes up

Carly: wow k then

Bartley: What? You know it’s true

Carly: i never knew that was all you had to say to me but theres us told

Bartley: If you wanted to be mates with us, you wouldn’t have done what you have

Carly: right yea ill be off 😶💚👋

Bartley: For fuck’s sake, can’t you just admit that you did wrong, like

Carly: i have

Carly: what else are you after 🩸🙏📿?

Bartley: A sorry you don’t stick to don’t mean anything, you know

Bartley: You lot never do

Carly: wes done w each other, me & moses, I’m sticking to it

Carly: & ro’s just a friend now

Bartley: Believe it when I see it, yeah

Bartley: You can’t expect everyone to be convinced of that yet

Carly: take long as you need 🤠

Bartley: Whatever, you never listen to good advice

Carly: give it & maybe i’ll

Bartley: You want to do what you’ve done and are gonna keep doing

Bartley: why should I even bother

Carly: you’re not listening yourself I said ⬆️

Carly: but don’t bother w me & my 🍃🌱 if youre no believer in it

Bartley: Prove us wrong, no one’d be happier for you to stop fucking things up

Carly: k 💚

Bartley: K yourself, nightmare

Carly: don’t call me that 

Bartley: calm down

Carly: no

Carly: you sound like him & youre not

Bartley: I’m so sorry I’m not him, Jesus

Carly: you shouldnt b sorry

Carly: nobody is after you being him

Bartley: He’s a bit of a liability but he’ll come round, probably

Carly: I hope he does to yous all

Bartley: There’s only so wild people will put up with but he’s not like that bad

Bartley: long as he’s grafting, not fucking with other people’s families, he’ll not be going anywhere

Carly: yea, he’ll come grand once he grows up

Bartley: Still be a gobshite and a poser but you know

Bartley: worse crimes

Carly: yous lads have all committed them

Bartley: Not my family, not like his, their daddy lets them get away with all the stuff he still wants to

Carly: don’t start me on their daddy, I know my place that much

Bartley: Don’t be grim, or accuse him of that sort of carry on, people get strung up by their balls for less

Carly: not me who hes carrying on with if hes round this caravan

Bartley: There you go, how can any of them be expected to carry themselves with respect when he’s their example

Bartley: If their mammy had any backbone yours would be without hers, you don’t make it that obvious, in front of her and everyone she’s to live with, feeling sorry for her 

Carly: sure, ive no argument there, sorry if youre expecting 1

Bartley: I know you don’t like yours as much as she reckons it so

Carly: I like her how any girl of my age does her mammy, problem lies in her not wanting to act the part

Bartley: or her age

Bartley: I’ve seen you go all dead when she’s acting the maggot, it’s pure shaming, no one proper blames you for her being that mental

Carly: everyone instead reckons i take after her id rather the blame

Bartley: It’s just the same as them, how are you to be better, you’ve no daddy to take the pair of yous in hand either

Carly: Im not mental though

Carly: whatever else I am im not, k? Youve to know that’s so

Bartley: I didn’t say you were, only as a joke

Carly: i cant laugh @ it sorry

Bartley: Alright, alright

Bartley: you’re hanging, I get it

Carly: I hate that youve 👀 me away 💀👻

Bartley: The others don’t notice, not that they’ve ever said and it’d be a weird thing for me to bring up to ‘em

Carly: whyve you?

Bartley: I dunno

Carly: if youre to be looking @ me im to put more effort into being prettier 💄💅✨

Bartley: you’re not

Carly: i know im not thats where the effort is 🎀

Bartley: Leave off with that, you know what I meant

Carly: are you leaving off 👀?

Bartley: I weren’t looking through your window at night, don’t make it sound weird

Carly: its weird u know something they all dont but no surprise

Bartley: Maybe Ro knows, seeing as you twos are so close these days

Bartley: wouldn’t be after telling you if he did

Carly: wes further apart than ever these days but thats my own fault so

Carly: theres only ali who ive let 👀 can’t stop her same as you

Bartley: You can’t stop me

Carly: I dont want to

Bartley: There you go then

Carly: what do you want boy?

Bartley: you talking my ear off, what do you want, girl

Carly: if that was true youd of stayed w me @ the party not your girl [her name]

Bartley: I were being polite, you’ve already been told

Carly: you don’t like me when im high

Bartley: Not really, no

Carly: but I don’t myself when im sober

Bartley: I’ve seen it before, you’re too young and not a bloke

Carly: idk how to make you understand what youve not seen

Bartley: Probably not my business, you don’t have to

Carly: probably cant be inviting you to look in my windows or you’ll be 😤😠 @ me

Bartley: You like mental, even if you don’t wanna be called it

Carly: nobody likes for proper mental

Bartley: nah?

Carly: im not after being locked up where ali’s brother is

Bartley: that’s a bit different, Carls

Carly: i dont feel no different to it unless i take something that changes how 

Bartley: They reckon he killed her, you’ve never done nothing like that, don’t be stupid

Carly: he never she killed herself & sometimes I get why you know

Bartley: you’re not to say things like that

Carly: im no catholic saying or doing isnt off limits

Bartley: We’re right and that’s wrong though

Carly: is it?

Bartley: Yes, you twat, shut up about it

Carly: see, you dont like us when I’m not high neither

Bartley: Why would you say that? Nothing is that bad, is it

Carly: cos

Carly: idk [her mum] had this fella round whos bad enough & i thought hed away when i took myself off w ali but hes no moved himself all that far

Bartley: Go on, what’s his craic?

Carly: - craic

Bartley: Yeah but

Bartley: you seem scared or like, idk

Carly: im too tired to b on how she wants or turn him off hows needed 🥱😴

Bartley: Get him to go outside for a smoke or something

Bartley: just give me a bit, to sort it, yeah

Carly: im not bringing my trouble to you

Carly: no, like

Bartley: We’ve all sisters and nieces here, why do we want that sort on our site

Carly: hes been told im older theyre all of them lied to shes my big sister or best mate, its her craic

Bartley: She’s delusional, he’s got eyes

Carly: men use em to see what suits not whats real

Bartley: Not proper men

Carly: come on shes never filling this caravan up with proper men

Bartley: She can’t be trusted with anything, obviously

Carly: ill go back out idc

Bartley: For God’s sake

Carly: youre invited unless youve work on tomorrow

Bartley: you can’t just bring that up and then drop it like that

Carly: I can’t do fuck all else & im to be sure not letting you

Bartley: I wouldn’t on my own, I’m not thick, I told you give me a second

Carly: you might still be hurt hes a grown man & youre not no older than me

Bartley: No I won’t, I know how to fight, tah

Carly: idk that he dont too, catch yourself on, will u

Bartley: he’s to be outnumbered, calm yourself down

Carly: rich of you telling us to be calm when youre about to 💪🥊🤕

Carly: stop yourself please

Bartley: why should we?

Carly: i said please

Bartley: You should want it handled, why would you not

Carly: how you mean to handle it’ll knock me 🤢🤮 worrying over you

Bartley: None of us will get hurt and he shan’t come back, whatever lies your mammy is telling, it’s easy

Carly: its my fault if any of yous do & even if it werent i care whatever happens

Carly: more than I ever am about where that fella puts himself

Bartley: Why would you tell me and then say we can’t do anything about it

Carly: idk 😵‍💫 i didnt mean to

Bartley: For God’s sake, girl

Carly: I’m sorry

Bartley: Forget it just get out of there and go find Ali

Carly: shes busy or id not have left her

Bartley: go sit in [the communal middle bit where they have the bonfires and whatnot, you know where I mean] then

Carly: [do and send a pic from there, not of you because you don’t wanna show yourself in the state you’re clearly in, but so he knows you’re there] 

Bartley: Alright, good

Carly: i’m doing what im told you have to yourself & not have a scrap w my ma’s latest

Bartley: I shouldn’t listen to you, by all rights

Carly: but youre decent, a good boy 

Bartley: Calling me that isn’t helping your case, like

Carly: what’ll I call you then like?

Bartley: Call you a pisstaker

Carly: idm id have heard worse if i stayed in

Bartley: you’ve not convinced me not doing anything is the right thing to do 

Carly: do something else & you’ll quit thinking about it

Bartley: I shan’t

Carly: im grand now

Bartley: You could’ve put some clothes on, you’ll freeze

Carly: where are you even 👀 from? fuck

Bartley: out my window, which is the opposite of what you said, don’t act like I’ve got a hockey mask and a baseball bat

Carly: don’t look @ me for the now how about 😳

Bartley: You need a blanket, something

Carly: im no going in for it id sooner 🥶

Bartley: [throw one out of your window, can’t just come out, obviously]

Carly: [go grab it and wrap it around yourself while stood right next to his window, could just wait til you’re back seated so he can’t see you as well but obviously we’re not gonna do that]

Bartley: [doing the smallest wave as if you are locked in here, stepping back and out of sight after a pause like that’s enough]

Carly: [doing an oh you kind of lol before she heads back to where she was before, looking over her shoulder as she’s walking though cos you know he’s still lurking even if you can’t see him]

Carly:  💚👽🌱🦗🍐🍃🍏🍀🧃🥝💚

Carly: still idk what to do w how sweet u can be

Bartley: I’m not sweet and I know what it’s shorthand for

Carly: i dont tell us

Bartley: Yeah you do and it’s why you go for lads like Mosey who aren’t sweet

Carly: i got wrong reckoning he was or could be

Bartley: That’s the mammy in you, reckoning he could do no wrong when he’s so sweet when he wants something

Carly: nah its the little girl in us he said hed protect me & I so bad wanted him to

Bartley: He were never after that, don’t think it’s important to

Carly: im stupid

Bartley: if you’d have known, wouldn’t have half the success rate he does, you’re not the only one who falls for it

Carly: 1 of these days youll answer that I’m not 🎱🔮

Bartley: one of these days, you’ll act it, yeah

Carly: took the blanket for a start

Bartley: It’s a start

Carly: & your 👋💚

Bartley: You were doing your best Samara impression, be why

Bartley: 😶 not move on else

Carly: k you hate being called sweet enough to b after me taking it back 🍋💔

Bartley: A bit like your costume

Carly: was gonna do her from the exorcist but it felt like tempting fate for 🤢🤮

Bartley: Be gas to see your head do a 360 though

Carly: oh would it now

Carly: im fair flexible but idk if id go that far

Bartley: Not an 🦉

Carly: ill do you that carry on when shes off down the stairs 

Bartley: 🤣 will ya now

Carly: yea

Bartley: Wait ‘til the next party, would look pure nuts doing it out there on your own

Carly: wait til im somewhere w for proper stairs

Bartley: can’t call anything ‘round here more than steps, true enough

Carly: maybe for your birthday 🎁

Bartley: Where are we after going with stairs then 😏

Carly: id say ali’s but your girl would probably be there & outshine me w her 🎭🩰🎨🎬✨

Bartley: You don’t need to call her that just ‘cos we can’t remember her name

Carly: shes that cos shes after you so bad

Carly: her name’s [whatever it is]

Bartley: Only for the night

Carly: all the nights yous are in the same place

Bartley: And how often do I find myself at 🎭🩰🎨🎬✨ shit, girl?

Carly: you liked it at ali’s did you not? & you wasnt behaving so as youd never be invited again

Bartley: She’s decent craic, sure

Carly: ali or [this gal]

Bartley: Ali

Bartley: I don’t know about her family, mind

Carly: i told you her sisters not well like

Bartley: I know, I know

Carly: she hates me but the rest are decent themselves

Bartley: She wants Ali back, to be sure

Carly: course id have her to myself too if there was any say to be had in it

Bartley: Alright, gay

Carly: the girl’s magic ❤️🍄🧡🐅💛🌞💚🍀💙🧿💜🔮

Bartley: As bad as Ronan, you are

Carly: why arent u?

Bartley: What do you mean?

Carly: y dont you fancy her?

Bartley: ‘Cos Ro does

Carly: did you before you knew about ro?

Bartley: He has for ages, not exactly subtle 

Bartley: She’s pretty, sure, but you don’t do that to mates, nor family

Carly: k true enough

Bartley: I’d say you were about equal, anyway, you know

Carly: what? ah no

Bartley: why not

Carly: why would that be so?

Bartley: I dunno, you’re different but the same

Carly: I wish we were the same

Bartley: Are you jealous of her?

Carly: I’m too happy for her

Carly: but its shite i cant b as happy for myself as well

Bartley: Dunno why you girls can never be happy with yourselves

Carly: it isnt only for how pretty she is though

Carly: its how smart & nice & brave & loads else ❤️🍄🧡🐅💛🌞💚🍀💙🧿💜🔮

Carly: & for her family, all she has

Bartley: Don’t all that make you like her less

Bartley: a 🤏

Carly: no, shes never looking down @ us how id probably if I had all she does

Bartley: suppose not

Bartley: Is the smug cunts who are the worst, aye

Carly: you 👀 the girl over her fence?

Bartley: Yeah, nearly shit myself, she were proper giving it The Ring vibes, her

Bartley: nosy neighbours is one big reason not to have a house

Carly: youre making us wanna watch it now boy chuck your 📺 out

Bartley: bit more rock and roll when they weren’t flatscreen

Bartley: We could watch it, if you lot want to hang out like proper friends, me, you, Ro & Ali

Carly: 📺❤️📼💛🍿💚

Bartley: Something like that

Carly: ill find my hairbrush out before to not scare yous

Bartley: and no pea soup if we watch The Exorcist too

Carly: pissing myself on your carpet would be - craic too but its k ill not be out here in your blanket til then hed not the stamina to have

Bartley: If he’s not gone by [a time we’re deeming too late for her to be outside by] I swear

Carly: oh hes laying down the law

Carly: are you to be my brother or my daddy now?

Bartley: Behave yourself, it isn’t funny, all this

Carly: am like a 🐶 left out sure enough

Bartley: She’s such a

Bartley: you shouldn’t have to do this

Carly: [excuse me being EVIL by saying this man comes outside to smoke and is literally and blatantly chatting Carly up like she isn’t 12 years old, here not replying because we’re here going dead again while this man is the most grim]

Bartley: [not you having to rush out so dramatically this man is gonna be shook until he sees you’re just a teenage boy, coming over and putting your arm around her shoulder like come on, get up, trying not to look at or acknowledge this creep right now because you’re blatantly fuming]

Carly: [this poor girl has left the building because you just know that gross man was too in her grill and touching her and I’m soz we cannot, purely moving because this boy is moving her rn, the audacity of her mother and the boyfriends she picks]

Bartley: [direct her into your caravan via holding her shoulders, this man better hush because if this boy has to fight you, his fam will come out and fuck you up, gotta know where you are, honey; sit this girl down on your sofa like all that’s happened is a change of seat and your jaw isn’t clenched so tight you feel like it’s stuck that way]

Carly: [get back inside to the age appropriate lady or leave sir those are your choices, you can’t be that stupid, god only knows how long poor Carly will stay put before she’s finally back in the room and then is hugging her knees to her chest, still wrapped in this blanket, and risking a look at this boy like he’s gonna be mad at her instead of the fucked up circumstances in which she finds herself through no fault of her own]

Bartley: [not really helping you think otherwise with our face like thunder over this but can’t help being that bitch I’m afraid, the way we kept glaring out the window ‘til that dude went away and are now just pacing lowkey, putting the telly on, as you pass and clearly catch her eye, like that is the most comforting thing you can manage in these circumstances]

Carly: [looking away from this boy SO immediately when he catches your eye because genuinely feel like a kicked dog in this moment as if everything is your fault and you’ve done the wrong thing over and over again from the second you got back from having fun with Alison ‘he’s gone, I’ll myself’ taking this blanket off and trying to neatly fold it but you’re all shaky and upset so you can’t and it feels like an impossible task ‘sorry’ as if it’s for the folding fail and not everything]

Bartley: [the ‘wait’ coming out a bit too fast and loud, so you’re going redder than your mad face already is because don’t want her to think you’re scared of this man, kicking this blanket aside because I highly doubt you’re neat, you’re teenage boys with your own space lmao and you could not care less about said blanket right now ‘just chill’ as if that’s an easily achievable thing]

Carly: [when it makes you jump because it’s sudden and loud and you didn’t expect him to say it or anything in fact and that makes you feel even more embarrassed and sad than you already do, like there are literal tears coming to this girl’s eyes about it that she’s trying not to shed in front of this angry boy ‘I can’t’ so quietly because you dare not express how !! and true that is when you already think he thinks you’re mentally ill ‘I’d-’ stopping yourself cos you were about to say something about needing to get drunk/high again there and you know he hates it and doesn’t understand ‘I can’t’]

Bartley: [‘please don’t’ when you’re saying please but you’re also wincing because you in no way know how to handle this or what you’re meant to do now she’s here and so are you ‘you’re to tell her never again’ as if this is a thing that will work because got to say something and it should be a warning she listens to ‘or I will’]

Carly: [‘I’ve tried for years and years’ in that resigned way of you have and it hasn’t changed anything ‘at the first, I think I was 10, Christ knows how old I looked to him’ with a shrug because you do know, you aren’t a girl who looks older and that’s the tea]

Bartley: [just cursing this man out in your own language, as well as all the others before, under your breath but so angrily ‘you’d be better off without her’ as the thing you say in English and more directly to her]

Carly: [when you probably understand most if not all of what he’s saying anyway because you’ve always lived here and thus have picked it up like a 2nd language basically ‘she’s my ma, still’ said like whether she acts it or not because she absolutely never does but you have love for her and want her to nevertheless]

Bartley: [the noise of scorn that honestly deserves at this point, ma’am, shaking our head because ‘my point remains’ throwing yourself down into the armchair/other sofa because a lot of pent up emotions and nowhere to put them right now so having to do everything in a dramatic fashion]

Carly: [‘without her I don’t know where I’d be’ because truly where would they put you gal ‘except not here, sure look, maybe that’d be better but I’m not after going off’ just like this is my home soz everyone]

Bartley: [still shaking your head, shrug your shoulders, only stopping shaking your head when you put in your hands and breathe out in frustration]

Carly: [‘yeah’ like yeah I know, cos we’re frustrated by our lot in life too sir but we don’t feel like there is anything we can do to change it other than the unhealthy coping mechanisms we have]

Bartley: [‘your room have a lock on it?’ in such a matter of fact, resigned kind of tone because you don’t know what else you can do right now]

Carly: [shake your head because you’re not the sort of girl to be doing DIY like that to keep yourself safe, Ali is but you’ve clearly not expressed how badly you need one and it’s not every dude your mother brings home who’s acting like this ‘but I’ve the bathroom’ like that’s fine]

Bartley: [looking at her like no it is not before looking to the TV you put on as if you’re watching it remotely ‘we’ll put one on’]

Carly: [looking at him only when he’s looking at the TV despite the fact we all know he can feel it ‘okay’ quietly cos we’re accepting this not fighting him on it or saying anything bants etc]

Bartley: [not looking back, just nodding because can’t commit to any more, switching the channel, to something you can at least say you want to watch, opposed to whatever just came on when you put this telly on]

Carly: [getting up to go like you can just quietly slip out like a little ghost as though you were never here but obvs stopping before you get to the door and turning back like - because you wanna thank him for what he did but you don’t know how to because it feels SO big, literally nobody cares about this girl but Alison and that cannot be overstated ‘you are decent, a good boy’ said sincerely like no bants or lies detected]

Bartley: [looking over at her like you did not just say that but you can’t help but do a little smirk, almost as if it’s against your will with how tiny it is but still, rubbing the back of your neck ‘away with you now’]

Carly: [doing a lil smile back because she can’t help that either ‘you’re not to watch me’ like he’s gonna be at the window lurking until she’s inside when it’s not far to go at all, but ofc said like he absolutely can and she doesn’t mind because she doesn’t and in fact wants him to, wrapping her arms around herself in preparation for how cold it’ll be outside and how much she doesn’t really wanna head back there cos her mum will either be in a mood this man has left and wanting to overshare about it or her bestie as per and wanting to keep the party going and neither is the wanted vibe]

Bartley: [flipping her off for calling you a stalker but you’re grinning back more openly so she knows you’re all good here, even if you know what her mother is like and do not envy her going back, you can’t offer her an alternative ‘take the blanket’ as a throwaway comment as she hugs herself because it do be chilly]

Carly: [doing the kind of pure and happy lol she did at bonfire night which is usually reserved for Ali only and/or being high as she slips out of the door, waving off his blanket offer like no no I couldn’t possibly ‘it’s yours’ as if he needs it more here for his TV watching]

Bartley: I’ll get you a lock after work tomorrow

Carly: 🔒💚

Carly: ill sleep for the knowing of it

Bartley: I’m glad, go get some, said you were tired

Carly: you’ve work ill let you get your head down bb

Bartley: 👌

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TGS Monday!!! Spoilers ahead

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Look at this sassy lost child (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Okay for real jealous Layton is certainly a mood. Especially as it seems Jekyll is very much not aware of what he's doing and just thinking of how well he's getting along with everyone, not noticing everyone is mostly women. Idk i like the idea of oblivious Jekyll very much.

I'm going to say though, the flash backs this chapter are pretty drawn out. I would kinda like stuff to move a bit faster, mostly because I'm getting impatient with not seeing Hyde for this long. He was looking so nice on the chapter cover and now he's not even in it!

I hope you have a lovely week and remember to be nice to yourself ~ o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠oo⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠oo⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠oo⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

seeing jealous lanyon is a treat xD not that I enjoy seeing him jealous we just dont see it often xD

lanyon doesnt know what busexuality is xD but seriously, why would he think jekyll would be open about their relationship when hes trying to gain a reputation?? like,, ofc hes gonna try to make himself look straight. idk why lanyon is so confused, its not like gay people are treated kindly in the 1880s

but yesssss oblivious jekyll is so good

yeah they are pretty long. Like, I know that everyones super excited about the ship but personally I just want hyde xD still, its nice to see them communicating, thats always good.

I loved the art in this chapter lolol its so niceeeee

sorry for responding to this so late, I was dissecting a grasshopper and a crayfish ;-;

thank you, I hope your week is awesome as well!! Make sure to be nice to yourself, drink water, and do smth special for urself bc u deserve it <333 love ya, have an amazing week!!!!!!!

[ddejavvu]

Idk why this was on my mind but modern au! where Remus and reader play words with friends a lot, and Sirius and James feel left out and decide to download the app 😭 I imagine Sirius either being mad that he can’t play words from multiple languages in one game or trying to spell out words like moist. Everyone’s convinced that Remus is cheating because he’s so far ahead and James is always just adding one or two letters onto other peoples’ words because he’s a himbo (we love him for it)

James beats Remus because he added extra letters onto one of Remus’ words on a special tile and got 50+ points in one move. Everyone’s proud of him.

Today is multiverse monday! Send me any au you can think of :)

honestly i might add this into my new girl marauders au bc this is definitely something jess and the boys would do!! (nick would be the one just adding shit onto everyone else's words he can't spell rhythm you expect him to come up with queue or nitrous on his own??)

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"Yes! Suck my dick, Moony! 365 points!" Your attention was ripped from the screen in front of you, a biting remark about Sirius's usage of the word crotch dying before it could escape your mouth.

James came barreling out of his room, phone clutched in his hand, "I fucking did it! I beat that son of a bitch!"

Only seconds after, you heard a distasteful groan from Remus's room, the grumpy man slinking out only seconds later to glare at his roommate, "Most of that wasn't even yours. Y'couldn't have played that without my letters."

"Isn't it beautiful?" James grinned, "You just made me win!"

"What word did'ja play, Jamie?" You hummed, squinting at the board to see which word was highlighted.

"Flapjack," James announced proudly, his chest puffing slightly in pride, "Remus put down flap, 'n when I put down jack it got two triple words!"

"Good job James," You gushed, ruffling his unruly hair when he wrapped you in a tight celebratory hug. You turned your attention back to your phone as everyone went back to their rooms, absentmindedly playing cry off of Sirius's 'C'.

Only seconds later your next disturbance came, your exasperated groan in the direction of Sirius's room, "Really Sirius, pussy?"

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Idk if you’ve answered this yet, but how do you imagine Buck and Eddie’s first date looking like? Where would they go? Would it be a spontaneous date or planned? Imagine their cute excited smiles 🥺 Buck just grinning and it won’t leave his face. Eddie smiling his soft smile (imagine the heart eyes this man is gonna have… it’s gonna be on another level when they start dating). They’re gonna be so so happy that they finally get to do this (hold the other man’s hand, be with them, love them openly and know that it’s reciprocated, etc). I can’t wait to see it ☺️💕

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Buck taps the screen on the front of his jeep, grinning as he says, “Hey, Ed. What’s up?”

“Buck.” He sounds breathless. “Where are you right now?”

The light flips to red. He drums his fingers on his steering wheel. “Uh, just left Maddie’s. Why?”

“That Italian place you wanted to try just called me back, said they had a last minute opening tonight and I was next on the list to call.”

When the light turns green, Buck switches lanes and heads for Eddie’s house. “Is this a sign from the universe?”

Eddie laughs. There’s rustling in the background. “I still owe you that first date, like, four times over.”

“Chris got sick, and then you got sick. Not your fault. Besides, some might count my devoted bedside vigil to your flu-ravaged body as a pretty solid first date.”

“That’s just an ordinary Monday around here. We’re doing something special. Is that you?”

Buck pulls up along the curb. “It’s me.”

Eddie cuts the call, and Buck sees the light in the front room flicker off before Eddie appears. He’s dressed in dark jeans and a black button-down, looking sinfully perfect, as usual. He jogs down the yard and ducks into Buck’s passenger seat. For a moment they just stare at each other, Eddie’s eyes soft, Buck certain his own face is doing something spectacularly lovesick and dumb. It’s still new, all of it, but not unfamiliar. Their hands connect between them, finger interlocking. Eddie smells good, like the woodsy candle he always has burning in the evening, and when Buck tips forward to inhale it, he doesn’t have to abort the movement. Leaning forward until he’s pressing his lips against Eddie’s jaw and breathing him in is something he’s allowed to do now.

Eddie turns his head and their lips brush, a spark of electricity that settles warm inside his bones.

“Hey,” he whispers.

Buck is still grinning, like an absolute idiot. “Hey.”

“Good day?”

“Better now. Yours?”

“Way better now.”

“Where’s Chris?”

“Still out with Abuela. Pepa’s bringing him back around later.”

“Okay.” He looks back out the windshield, his free hand gripping the steering wheel. He takes a long breath before turning back to Eddie. “We should stop for ice cream after.”

Eddie laughs and squeezes Buck’s hand. “It’s a date.”