#THANK GOD FOR THESE!!!!!! BLESS U OP

[babieken]

Vixx leo - 231121

[saintshigaraki]

heyy jsyk im p sure you mistagged that last text post 🧡

OH MY GOD.........................

[supermaks]

$145/$900 already raised 💗💗💗 for my shoulders outpatient rehab + medical debt + college debt + helping my wife stay healthy and able to provide wid 2 jobs thru good meals of vegetables and fruit + chicas second dose of antibiotics + specific treatment + follow up vet consultations + some goes to my mom for housing her kid post op, broken cat and my wife for free ((mrs kats parents were not so kind, refuse to acknowledge that we’re engaged at all lmfao, almost let 2 disabled queer ppl be homeless for 2 days.))

Yall . anything helps. Anything . We lost our lil apartment. I dropped out of school. We have nothing else to give the gov. We already raised $145 just today, and it’s going directly for physio and medicine. Right now the goal is $900 just to make sure we me and kitty c the end of April

P/aypal is: kt.s.mays@gmail.com

Feel free to mute or ask more questions dm for proof bro idk. But im so tired . Thank you. God bless u

[voiceofsword]

every1 that voted rinne as worst husband is so wrong... its literally canon that he cares SO much and fakes his insane persona hes just awkward and embarassed when he gets noticed

i have so many things i can say about this but im really bad at words but theyre stewing around in my brain explodes

what were your thoughts?

i do agree with the ones that mention niki haha those are true rinne is absolutely smitten but the ones that say its like. because hes rinne amagi. and others thay were probably filtered out by the OP... people that either didnt read the main story or just dont want to look further lmao

(cracking my fingers) okay. this may or may not be long. i fear you have struck a bit of a nerve with this (NOT YOU but just as like. a general statement. i feel like u dont know what ur asking. but that is ok)

this whole thing might seem really aggressive at times bc this situation did get me a little heated... plz keep that in mind going in! AGAIN IM NOT ANGRY AT YOU ANON ILY AND THANK YOU FOR ASKING you just happened to ask abt smth i feel very sourly about – not the poll itself but the answers to it – but i tried to be as. tactful as i possibly can while talking abt this

overall im very disappointed in a lot of the answers given for the voting so ive stayed off twitter almost all day today and yesterday. i fear like with stuff like this a very silent population of eng side shines through, the one that specifically Doesnt actually engage with the story and goes off fanon interpretation. look, im not saying its necessarily a bad thing. but when it comes to stuff like this, where people grossly mischaracterize a grand majority of charas or narrow them down to be the butt of a joke, or use it as an excuse to be plain racist/ableist, i feel like people really need to reassess where all of this is coming from. like. not rinne, but KANAME couldnt even be included because the answers used for his votes were, in their majority, apparently ableist, and op (definitely in the right, i think this was the right choice to make) chose not to post at all because they feared the qrts would be just as bad. because for some reason people seem to think that because they're fictional characters that being ableist is somehow ok, that saying they would "pull the plug" on charas like him and eichi is fine because theyre not real people – as if there werent disabled or chronically ill people in this fandom, in every fandom, or hell, around you?

and lets not mention tatsumi and people blatantly misinterpreting his christianity as something he would force upon others – first of all, western christianity does not apply to tatsumi. at all. i understand that people might find it easy to just associate him with that and make "haha, he would make me convert" or "haha he would be a homophobe" quips, and obviously its not necessary to have extensive knowledge on kirishitan history in japan and how they are, to this day, a minority that was persecuted for a lot of japan's modern history. LIKE, EVEN FROM HIS DIALOGUE IN ANY STORY.. when has he given off that impression? cite your sources, he's literally one of the most inclusive and accepting charas in the whole cast! not a prejudiced white christian middle aged mom...

i think that if you absolutely must reduce a character to tasteless jokes, stereotypes that arent even funny to begin with, and you refuse to even read the source content at all to correct yourself, you really need to think about how you engage with any media, not just enstars. if you want to look at the pretty characters just say that! but dont be like this, and don’t speak on things you don’t fully understand as if you did just to make a point or be funny! 

OKAY RINNE SORRY LOL i hate it. i hated all of it and judging by the ratio many people seemed to dislike it as well (god bless!). if you havent seen it i wont link it bc tbf i dont feel like looking at it again (peace and love) but the answers summed up are like "oh he would steal my money" "hes selfish and would take stuff from me and not gaf about my wellbeing" "hes married to niki already" the last one being the only one i agree with. and it makes me think about a lot of issues with how a good portion of the fandom sees rinne. ive seen a lot of people read rinne in bad faith, regardless of whether theyve read main story, hot limit or any story rinne is in. and i dont get it, genuinely. YES he can be upsetting! he can be an asshole, he can be rude, he DOES steal money from niki! but these people neglect to see or mention that he gives it back and then some. they fail to talk about how he spends a lot of his time trying to make niki see his self worth!! since hiiro was BORN he's been trying to get him to understand that he's deserving of love!! that YES he can be a dick but ultimately treats crazy:b and his friends with love and wants what's best for them! these are the same ppl that think he's abusive or something idk i can only assume. like yeah rinne has a carefully crafted persona where hes a complete dickhead and ig some players cant really bother to see past that act

unfortunately rinne himself is built on a few harmful stereotypes of ainu culture irt the drinking, being portrayed or viewed as more 'uncouth' by other characters, etc which is why the initial more explicit ties to ainu culture were removed altogether from his and hiiros design and background. it is understandable, which is for example why it's not really my place to say whether he can be interpreted as ainu or not, and even so, i try not to rely on those aspects of him because it still veers into sensitive territory. and its an unfortunate part of his character, but undeniably, rinne amagi DOES drink, (he's one of the only characters in main cast of drinking age anyway) does partake in harmful behaviors, but fsr suddenly that means hes nothing but a drunkard, to a lot of people. when reading rinne you really have to take these things and ofc, consider that theyre relevant to his character, but it's not all there is...? in the slightest..? there used to be a tweet thread explaining this link further but it's either been taken down or the account has been locked. either way, just a bit of googling goes a long way. i'd rather not go into too much detail here because i don't feel informed enough beyond pointing these issues out, and i personally feel like it's not really my place. if anybody wants to add onto this post to cite more specific sources please feel free

he's such a fun loving, cunning, caring guy who helps people get jobs (dance of the white tiger), who volunteers to play with kids at a daycare (asobi), and wishes so badly to become an idol and grant everyone the same opportunities if theyd like to be, as well (main story, sudden death SUDDEN DEATH IS MY FAV STORY AFTER HL BUT THE TL IS DOWN....SORRY. but i really really think it's one of the most important ones when it comes to rinne's character and motivations. also if u can read it in app it's even better bc it's voiced and theres a line where he's like "oh this guy's [niki] is engaged to me" when talking to kohaku's sister AND HE SOUNDS FULLY SERIOUS TOO....)

don't get me started on people who dumb him down as if he wasn't one of the most clever characters in the game. and unknowingly, people that continue to make rinne's character out to simply be a gambling flirty drunkard who doesn't know how to control himself, as if there weren't other facets of him – they lean into stereotypes, bordering on racism, even if its not malicious or theyre not aware. and it makes me so sad. a lot of the time these interpretations are spread around and then liking characters like him becomes some sort of moral debate, esp in current fandom (which is one of the reasons i think this stereotyping? happens? b/c ive found that fandom sometimes has the tendency of grabbing characters and mischaracterizing them so BADLY that liking them makes you a bad person..? not necessarily villains either! i promise it's okay to just dislike characters without making stuff up!)

that aside also suggesting he'd be an awful, neglectful spouse is simply incorrect. i very firmly believe that if rinne is devoted, he will drop every vice, every pretense, to make the other person happy. he's Like That in the story and towards niki because they keep tiptoeing around the subject but the second he gets an inner monologue, or is truly being genuine, you can tell he would do anything for him, if niki would just let him. to say that rinne isn't capable of being a good partner because he'll treat you badly or not care about you just proves to me that you're not reading any scene he is actually in. if rinne loves you, romantic or not, he will go big or go home. read hot limit btw

im not about to pull the story caps out no wait yes i am lol rinniki4ever ✌️

these arent in order bc i had to scroll up like 2k pictures because i take caps of this game every time i blink. i was considering adding hiiro caps, to show his dedication to him as well, but given that this is for like a marriage poll id rather not. either way he cares about his family and loved ones a lot. read chapter 155 if you want to know the exact scene i was thinking about/referring to while typing this

um ok (breathes out) im fine now. theres things i didnt address because it's 1 am and i want to go to sleep. congrats kuro on getting #1 most marriageable tho u deserve it KURO NUMERO 1 CAMPEAO DO MUNDO 💯💯💯🔥

[astrogriffinart]

op i adore your furry spy (I FUCJIG LOVE FOXES!!!! AUWOOOOOO) but i want to give you the idea of spy as a mink because it makes my brain itch in a good way. im not asking you to draw it tho this is me asking u to like Google a picture of a mink and then kick ur feet and giggle at how silly the mental image is because it's perfect and then move on. God bless

Thank you! I know about minks, but the reason I chose a fox for spy is because of the folklore idea that foxes have shapeshifting powers, not to mention that they are often associated with trickery and mischief.

The idea of a tiny mink-spy is adorable tho :3c

[idiopath-fic-smile]

whenever i do something clumsy like trip over nothing or do the thing where you drop the thing youre holding but you keep catching it over and over and you're practically juggling it but it still ends up falling or yknow walk into a wall,, my brain immediately supplies me with "in my defense i was thinking about affirmative action"

also if youre still doing the ask meme :) ✨️⛔️🌞

haha amazing, love it!

from this:

✨️Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

aw, thank you!

ETA: completely forgot to actually give my fic a compliment, oops. i will say that i think the jokes in my fics are generally pretty funny!

⛔️ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

oh my god, so many. i don't post anything on ao3 unless i'm 100% sure it will be completed. off the top of my head:

the les mis fake dating pirate au

the les mis americorps au

the untamed student co-op au

most likely the stranger things student co-op au although i loved the concept; if anyone out there wants to write a stranger things student co-op au where the kids are all college freshmen and the older teens are all college seniors and they all live in a weird old house together, go forth u have my blessing

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

that is a great question! probably late afternoon. it's when i have free time but am not totally wiped out from the events of the day. i don't get much creative writing done after dinner anymore, although as i recall, i wrote large parts of World Ain't Ready that way. at the time, though, i lived alone so dinner was not a social affair, which made it easier to transition into writing.

[fruitgummies01]

thank you so much for sharing your experience as how you became an army and got into BTS, i enjoyed reading it 😄

As for you falling for tkkrs' trap is actually normal in the Fandom cause almost all armys starts there. the algorithm really pushes tk videos alot on any platform so it's hard for anyone to NOT fall for it 😅

Here's some examples of how they manipulate the fandom nd this is like literally just 1% of it all. i mean u don't need to read all of it but if u even roughly go through it you'll see how tkklives with her half a million subscribers manipulates ppl, nd this is just one tkkr out of thousands.

https://x.com/tkklies_toxic/status/1354571850429431810?s=19

They do the daily mental gymnastics like if you belive your ship is real then is it necessary to write down all this thesis every two buisness days? but they do it as if they get paid for it. They spent a whole yr saying the travel show is fanservice nd is pushed by company to create jkk romantic narative then when ep 1-2 aired they took that car convo as their gotcha moment and said that's the end of jkkrs and they're grasping at straws, When 3rd ep aired they said jkkrs should go to mental hospital and that this was their last straw nd god will bless them nd they should do this n that blah blah but then ep4 aired nd now they're back to calling it scripted cause they didn't get what they wanted nd now are writing 14 pages thesis over it. like you think the show is scripted right? so what's the need to write 14 pages when u can call it scripted nd move ahead. what's the need of writing that shit? the yellow thing has 14 pages btw op showed only 4. watch them back to calling the show showed genuine TK when they get TK content in next ep as per their wish lol. the flip flip every hour of the day.

https://x.com/My2SeaOtters/status/1827301545328677082?t=CTHd-iMmsSWOLQdWy6MRbg&s=19

Thank you, glad you read it all haha. Manipulation is a great word for it. And yeah it's the comments under those posts that are even more concerning to me, than those long posts themselves. Twitter is also one thing, but it's the spamming of comments on youtube and reaction posts on patreon to try and influence people's opinions that are actually pretty bad too. I try to stay away from a lot of it once I realized that none of it is based on reality, but it is hard when you are just trying to learn about BTS as a fairly new fan. 😒

[babufactory]

THIS SESSION???? THIS SESSION GUYS I AM NOT JOKING BUT I AM JUST SCREAMING

this is ......................... wow :’DDDDDDD shivers 

[authenticaussie]

hey, i've fallen off the one piece wagon but saw you wanted asks so. something happened with ace recently, right? do yoi have opinions on it?

Ah the one piece wagon….you know for someone so obsessed with One Piece I don’t stay up to date very often pft. it doesn’t help that my SI has entirely switched to TMNT and my soul is Dying atm so like you know

But yeah it depends on how recent you’re talking and how spoilery you want to go!! I’ll put this under a readmore in case people have a Zero Tolerance policy. 

‘Kay so I think the most recent actual-mention of Ace was in chapter 913 or something, somewhere in the early 900′s. Ace met a girl called Tama, and promised to come back and make her part of his crew one day, when she was older. Tama said she couldn’t leave where she was living because she was waiting for him to come back (which like….OOF?? thanks so much for THAT, Oda) and Luffy kinda. God I’m at 940 now so I don’t remember; I think he just blatantly said that Ace was dead and Tama got hella upset?? 

Anyway, there’s also a thing in this arc about time travel and a whole bunch of other devil fruit shit that’s been going down - there’s been a lot of mythical zoans and people have of course been grasping at any and all narrative hints that Ace Might come back. 

But I think the manga’s up to 950 and I’m only at 930-940 SO. Something big may have happened in the following ten chapters that I’m not caught up on, ‘cause I’ve seen some people on twitter being Loud about Ace coming back. 

Then again though, everyone has always been loud about Ace coming back. And I wouldn’t complain - he is one of my favourite characters!!! and getting more content of him, and AUGH, ASL content would be so good - BUT. narratively there are issues with it and I can also see lots of problems. I kinda sit in the camp where I would love for him to come back but I highly doubt it will happen, and hey! that’s what fanfic is for - fix it fic, where ladies actually get to fight and Ace gets stuck in a coma instead of losing all his internal organs, you know. 

anyway your ask also did remind me I haven’t read op in ages so I’m gonna go catch up akshdg and suffer bc I know kid and killer have some Sad Shit that’s gonna upset me a lot HUFFS

[sashi-ya]

Hi! O God, sorry, me again 🤣🙈😱 I saw your event and wondered if it's okay to yet again send you an ask for it? If not, it's absolutely fine! :)

In case you're up for it, then I'd ask for nsfw + Zoro (or Ace, whoever inspires you more here) + female reader+ canon world + stargazing (or shooting star of that is already taken) + reader is one of the stronger crew members (I always feel like op needs more kickass women that can absolutely keep up with the boys :))

Have a great day! For the commission, I'll write you after work! :) ❤️

Have a great day! For the commission, I'll write you aber work! :) ❤️

Hiii sweety!! of course! I chose Ace cause it's been a long time since I wrote for him so I hope you like it :3 Thank u for your support!! ❤🌙~

ㅤ🌛 One Piece x Bleach Crossover Event : Under The Moon 🌜

Soft! NSFW ~Portgas D. Ace x F! Reader ~ Stargazing

tw: the softest most sweet nsfw, passionate and full of love. Based in the popular phrase of japanese literature月が綺麗ですね | tsuki ga kirei desu ne. It translates to “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” and is a more poetic way of saying I love you. More info here

wc: 1.9K

Like this event? chek the masterlist for more

The last fight had been intense. You felt sore, and despite being one of the strongest members of the SPADE pirates your body sometimes asks for some time out. Though, some of the bruises that covered your skin were nothing compared to the huge treasure you and your crew have acquired.

The fun and the drinks flood the ambience as your nakamas including your captain Ace were having a banquet to celebrate. For a new crew, getting riches like those were definitely a blessing to help you grow in the competitive world of piracy.

It was late already when you decided to sit and enjoy the starry night above you. The Spade’s ship wasn’t the biggest caravel ever but still there was a special spot to be alone and in peace over the deck. And that was where you headed. It was a little on the cold side, so, you brought with you a little blanket from your room and with it you wrapped yourself up.

The music and the bustle of your friends was barely hearable in the distance as now the crashing waves would take over. The flickering dance of the stars in a dark velvet sky relaxed you. You stretched your legs and moved your toes playfully as you did. For some reason the stars always reminded you of Ace and how they shined in the middle of the night like the day you two met.

Of course, your sighs were for him, the handsome, benevolent young man that once was a total stranger soon gained your trust… and your love. It had been a dark time for you and his shine had saved you in more than a way. Freckles like constellations and a smile as bright as the sun were stuck in the back of your mind, during your dreams and during your day… and of course, right then as well.

You brought your legs to your chest and rounded your arms around them, forming a little ball with your body. Exhaling you tried to free the pain in your back. “Ah… My muscles hurt…” you mumble out loud, fixing your gaze on a beautiful full moon.

“Should I give you a massage?”

It scared you to death, but at the same time it soothed you. His voice, Ace’s voice, was the most beautiful sound in the world for you. You slowly turned around, processing the fact that your captain had offered you a massage, in a lonely place, under the stars.

“Uh… captain! I-” you said, soon cutting yourself short as you saw the state of his beautiful countenance. A bruise over his left eyelid avoided most of his eye to be opened and a cut crossed his lower lip. You would have lied if he didn’t look hot, but still… poor man. “Are you ok? Your eye!” you said, grimacing as he sat next to you laughing.

“It’s ok, (Name)!” he chuckled, hugging himself with his arms as a sign of feeling cold. You instantly noticed and offered him your coverings. “Here, you are going to catch a cold, Captain!” you scolded him as you covered him. Ace smiled subtly, and beautifully. But he didn’t accept you giving your blanket completely to him, Ace is the definition of good manners even if he sometimes fails to be polite.

He moved closer to you and used his arm to cover your back with the blanket. “Let’s share, there is enough for both” he chimed, beaming closely to your face… dangerously closely. You gasped, and swear your heart skipped at least a beat. The scent of his skin, like marshmallows and chocolate melting on a bonfire, invaded your senses. You giggled almost silently at such accuracy when it comes to his skin perfume, but oh well… that’s love after all, right?

“You got severely beaten up, Ace” you whispered, inspecting his injuries. The poor freckled man looked at you with his swollen eyelid, but the smile never faded from his face. “Ah, but they ended up roasted so… who cares?” he joked with words that lingered around you for a long time. His sight went from your eyes to your lips, lips that slowly separated, lips that wanted to softly kiss over the bruises and cuts his face -and probably his body- had.

The moment, cut short by both awkwardness, lasted for at least a minute until both looked straight up to the sky. This wasn’t new, though. Ace and you have been very good friends ever since you met, and this type of encounter would happen much more than they would normally do if none of you were interested in the other. But, as good dorks, young and inexperienced lovers, you nor Ace dared to say something.

Well, nothing until that night…

Each one of the stars in the sky seemed to be saying something, like if they were singing the song of love. Even some of them dared to draw passing lights as they probably had ended their cycle and had to fall to earth. Maybe, during other times you would have asked for a wish. But there was no need; Ace, your only wish, was right next to you, stargazing. And that was enough, sure it was. Even if you loved him, even if you could have asked for him to kiss you, to confess an infinite love for you, being right by his side was enough.

The most beautiful star, the moon, shined brighter than any other, but not as much as him. He seemed to have his own glare, like Venus, like the guide star. And no wonder, Ace was made of fire, he was the Sun itself, the sun that gave light to each and every single star, including the moon… Ace suddenly placed his head on your shoulder, wavy black hair locks grazing your neck. He sighed at your sudden stiff back, waiting for you to slowly relax.

You panicked inside, unable to even look at your side, you noticed him looking at you with the corner of your eye. “Oi, (Name)...” he whispered, making your heart race. “Y-yes, Ace?” you asked, with the moon on your pupils as you didn’t have the courage of looking anywhere else. He took his time, probably because Ace was as nervous as you were and while he fidgeted with the side of the blanket the most beautiful words abandoned his lips…

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

Of course, you knew he wasn’t talking about the moon, and the true meaning of such words. Of course, you did… “is he… is he in love with me?”. You slowly turned your head towards him, his eyes met yours and his beautiful beam made a thousand butterflies dance inside your stomach. “A-Ace?” you asked because that was the only word you could ever pronounce at that moment. “Yes, (Name)?” he giggled. You had to ask because you were not buying it. Ace had joked before… but was he really joking, after all?

“Are you being serious right now?”. “Don’t you think the moon looks beautiful tonight, (Name)?” he answered back, and there he was… once again breaking your heart, leaving you at the verge of tears. “Oh, yeah…” you sighed, looking back at the moon, perhaps even envious of Ace calling her beautiful.

Ace sat properly back, trying not to laugh at your pouting mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing, he was just assuring you would feel the same towards him. His hand reached for your face, delicately making you face him. Eyes glossy from uncontrollable tears looked at his freckles in silence, if he wasn’t confessing you would be probably doing it yourself, even if that broke the band and you had to be kicked out from the crew… you didn’t care anymore.

“Oh, also… I’m in love with you, (Name)”

Your eyes widened, the tears forming on your eyes fell into your cheeks. Your mouth opened, your brain freeze. There was no way he would have said it, he just-. “You… Ace- you?” you asked, with trembling lips and short of breath. Question he answered by sealing his lips with yours. “Uhum” he nodded while kissing you, awkwardly but so full of love.

You could feel the cut on his lips on yours, so you wanted to slow the pace. “Ace, Ace… you are gonna hurt yourself even more” you mumbled, muzzled by the blazing lips of your lover. “Cure me then, (Name)... please” he whispered, pressing his forehead on yours. Those words were not simply just because of a simple cut, those words were a confession. Ace was finally accepting the fact that he had to trust others to cure his own hurt soul. And you got it instantly, because you have been the only person to whom Ace had opened about his past in sleepless nights.

“I will cure each and every single one of your injuries, Ace…” you swore to him, holding his countenance in your hands and slowly placing soft pecks over his eyelid, his freckles, the bridge of his nose, his lips, his collar bones.

Unhurriedly you fall over the deck. Face to face, realizing the bustling of the crew has already ceased and lights were turned off completely. Only the moon, the stars and your fire would enlighten the night around you.

His hands slowly slipped down your dress from your shoulder, kissing them delicately, barely grazing your skin with his lips. Ace asked you to sit over his lap, and you did. His hand ran up and down on your back, and your hands did too to his nape. Endless kisses, endless “I love yous” he would repeat with his lips pressed against yours.

Growing heat in both of your cores, maybe not the most sexual session ever, just the need of your bodies to be finally melting into each other. Making love was all about that for you, you didn’t care about anything else. Naked bodies pressed, your breasts against his chest, his hand on the small of your back pushing you into him. The blanket only covered you two from the waist down as a veil for your nudity.

You moved back and forth, and he did the same, still without entering you but breaking any barrier in between your sexes. Until you couldn’t resist it any longer. You stood up just enough for him to be finally inside you. You moaned into his palm, as Ace tried to muffle it for the others not to hear. Is not that the freckled sweetheart didn’t want the rest of the world to know how much he loved you, but this moment was just between you and him, the stars, and the moon.

Tears fell on your cheeks as you felt him finally move, it didn’t hurt, but it was your heart speaking. Ace’s eyes also got watery, tears of pure overwhelming love, of feeling one with the other, of incomplete souls finally meeting their other half. Your toes curled against his thighs, his nails carved on your waist and in a beautiful kiss both sealed reaching pure ecstasy together…

Perhaps that night It was the Moon who learned what love was… because you two knew exactly how it felt ❤ ~

[marhvee]

drew the ever beautiful azura for day 1 of inktober~

[rivangel]

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS

DFIJGRJ

//spoilers for new aot episode

sorry if i ramble, im on cold medicine. HOWEVER-

the OP and OT still fire me up and render me to tears (respectively) so so so much. when the title card came up and drums were already banging i was so HYPE-

Reiner coming close to sacrificing himself and giving in so many times is tragic by itself, and now porco (who bless his heart finally got some closure from his brother's death :((() sacrifices himself for Reiner, just like Marcel did😭. Reiner can truly never catch a break for all his mistakes.

@ mappa whoever added his smirk..... thank you

arguably.. porco was a better man to the end - reiner was going to 'save the world' no matter what it took, even when he knew Marcel lied to get him there and it cost both Marcel's life and countless behind the walls. When Porco ran out of strength, he did his duty and gave up the power to Falco - i def see why porco feels that way bc tbf if my brother lied so i couldnt become a warrior, to protect me, and ended up dying for the guy who took my place? - i'd be angry too. IM GONNA MISS HIM.

COLT'S DEATH WAS SO SAD AND THE WAY HE WAS JUST BURNT AND GABI BROKE DOWN AT THE SIGHT OF HIS CORPSE.. fucking hell.

on the topic of brotherly love, u could tell it tore zeke up to go ahead and turn everyone into titans, if only bc it would mean sacrificing falco and most certainly the lives of ppl he's fought alongside for years. i think zeke suspected that eren didnt totally have his side after the scene where he dropped the baseball (which on the surface is fucking hilarious, btw) - but he definitely wanted to believe he did. i think zeke came to care for eren a ton, in his own twisted way, but it wasn't reciporcated in the end :(.

The music when Zeke screamed and everyone transformed??? i was thrown right back to season 1 . it was so so damn good. it tore me up somehow, watching Nile and so many in the MP+Garrison die😭😭. especially Pyxis for some reason; just watching his eyes go totally dazed when he became a titan was fucked.

LEVI IN EREN'S MEMORIES

and i have sm to say abt the memory sequnce in general!! in the manga, it looks like this:

which is so interesting bc many of these panels i didn't see (but then again i only watched once). in general, the way mappa adapted it was trippy as fuck, and so fun to watch. i enjoyed it a lot, but i noticed??

mappa included the high school au from the manga in eren's founder memories??? nerd armin was there too but i didn't catch a screenshot of it. that is rly rly interesting bc while it is a joke story in the manga, the fact that it's here in the anime would confirm parallel universes, contradicting the theory that aot only has one, determined timeline.

isayama has said before that the high school au would be more important to canon than he lets on, especially when it comes to eren's character, but i didn't think it would actually happen??

i cant remember right now if panels from the au are in the canon manga, but if they aren't then mappa might be doing something different with the anime ending (scared).

anyway! the cover from the sauna scene is also there for some reason

but you won't catch me complaining about a shirtless levi teaser when zeke's nipples were at the forefront in paths.. i still like him, even after all he's done and no matter how ugly his beard is.

i do miss levi though.

in general, zeke n eren fucking served this episode. god bro. sjifdjfdfj. as did mikasa - it hurt so much to see the 104th still helping eren reach zeke after Sasha (and knowing what's gonna happen).

hhh

i probably need at least 4 business days to collect my thoughts. this episode was trippy and incredible - mappa outdid itself imo with how it adapted this part of the manga. 9.5/10.

[stay-neurotic]

every vorta ranked according to ME

all screenshots courtesy of @gelnon​!!

13. Deyos

i hate him and he needs to die. look @ his evil gremlin face. RIP to my homie ikat’ika you cold hearted bastard.

12. Luaran

she’s fine. just like. she had two lines and then she was dead :/

11. Eris

miss i’m-gonna-play-coy-and-sit-in-a-forcefield-for-hours-while-my-soldiers-pretend-like-they’re-in-charge-and-i-get-to-infiltrate-starfleet-tee-hee

also fucking whack that they never mentioned the telekinetic powers ever again (though i have my own HCs about that)

10. Kilana

okay. i wanted to put kilana higher because of the Tiddy but she’s just. not good at her job. “obvious flattery and duplicitous statement” is pretty standard fare for a vorta but then she follows it up w/ “*does a thing* *it goes badly* i regret that i did that, lets still try to be friends u trust me right?” like sisko’s fucking stupid. any credibility u had to try to negotiate a rescue of the founder went out the window when u sent the jemhadar into the ship miss thing!!!

shit would have gone so much better if she responded to sisko’s directness with directness of her own. but she just couldnt fathom a world where ppl are true to their word so she refused to trust sisko. and immediately proved to him that he couldn’t trust her. ksdjfgbdsk maybe u should have read weyoun’s reports more closely bitch

9. Weyoun 8

his whole existence. is failure. oh my god. he pushes damar away with every word and then is completely fucking blind to his defection. he turns the cardassians against the dominion once and for all by wiping out lakarian city. a fact which he BROADCASTS TO THE CARDASSIAN FLEET, BTW, ALSO TURNING THEM AGAINST THE DOMINION. and in the midst of all this he sends all the guards out the building where he and miss founder are holed up!!! wtf bro!!!!!!! the other clones used up all your braincells!!!!!

8. Weyoun 7

a. talks himself into killing a founder in order to save the war effort. EXPLICITLY AFTER BEING TOLD EARLIER ON BY MISS FOUNDER THAT ODO MEANT MORE TO THEM THAN THE ENTIRE ALPHA QUADRANT......HELLO HE JUST DIDN’T WANT TO DIE FOR HIS FUCKUP THAT WOULD HAVE LOST THEM THE WAR!!! (and lets be honest, if it was a weyoun clone that sold all those secrets, the weyoun line would have been ended right then and there)

b. INTERSPECIES MATING RITUALS

7. Yelgrun

he’s just fun to watch.

6. Borath

listen man. the borath inside the simulation has a voice like butter. i could literally listen to him talk all day. he gets nice & flirty w/ sisko too. and the one outside the simulation is just bitter & done w/ everyone’s shit and does not bother to hide it even around Miss Founder. man has balls. (and i’m very fond of him b/c of @weyoun-9′s borath in our RP, mostly cause my character abuses the fuck out of him and i feel bad but that’s a story for another day)

5. Gelnon

pettiest bitch in the galaxy. look @ his shit-eating grin. motherfucker pops into a commlink with two jemhadar, starts a fight and then peaces out. deals shady bizz with the orion syndicate and picks obrien out of the lineup just by looking in his eyes. legendary

4. Weyoun 4

his first time dealing w/ sisko but he manages to create & oversee a successful co-op mission (w/ the help of sisko & omet’iklan ofc) even if the two crews REALLY did not get along. he’s also given the task of fucking infecting one of his gods with a virus and he does it, bless his heart. i just cannot get over his constant obvious vexation toward having to deal w/ his soldiers he openly hates them at all times and it’s amazing (please go watch his expressions during omet’iklan’s “victory is life” speech)

3. Keevan

this man fucks.

2. Weyoun 5

“is it any good?” “i think it would be nice to carry a tune” “DABO!!!!” “it’s all so...entertaining~” “besides, i think it’s exciting :)”

his wanting to understand art & music. his love of games. his bickering w/ dukat. his little shows of delight and excitement when petty shit happened. his actual competency at being a diplomat and bridging the gap between the bajorans and the cardassians during the occupation. he made all the right fucking decisions and if dukat hadn’t overriden him when damar asked if he should send troops after the defiant, sisko might not have made it to the wormhole and the dominion would have won the fucking war

1. Weyoun 6

if you disagree you’re wrong. thanks for coming to my TED talk

[dreadpoetssociety]

Fevers Don’t Exist

TW: Fever ? (I’m not sure what counts for triggers so pls lmk if I miss anything)

Prompt: hi!! could u do one maybe where like, the reader is an actress on supernatural and she plays like their younger sister on the show or something and she gets sick at a con or something? Thanks !!

NOTE: Hey guys, I’m alive!!!! I know I have a lot of Spencer prompts atm, but it’s really hard to write them when I’m not like, hyper focused on Criminal Minds. I am going to try though! So sorry I’ve left so many of you in the wind, I am a very inconsistent person, my bad. But here’s this! It’s REALLY bad because I’m terrible at being realistic but like idk it’s something.

I really don’t even know what to put for tags on this. 

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Ah, September. You knew what came along every September, and looked forward to it for the first eight months of every year. Secaucus, New Jersey. You loved every con you went to, truly. Everyone was so nice, you love staying in hotels, panels are such a great time, the whole thing. It's a great experience outside of the set to get connected with fans. And, they loved you almost as much as you loved them. You were typically closer in age, since you were still just a teenager. You also started out as a fan of the show before somehow snatching a role, so you really were with them at one point. Everything that excites them excited you just as much. And, you loved making friends with them. You weren't allowed to be reckless with your phone number, so you made a snapchat that you shared exclusively with con goers, whom you made swear to secrecy. It was like a club, and you just enjoyed genuinely talking to everyone. But, when you woke up that first morning, you knew it was going to be a long day. Your body ached, and you were still pretty exhausted. You had a fever, but didn't really know if it was a fever because you were still young, and God forbid you ever decided to recognize the signs of you being sick. It was almost like a form of denial, not knowing. You were sweating, but freezing, and your throat felt particularly dry. Your headache rested underneath your eyes for the most part, to which you just blamed on being tired. Your stomach didn't hurt, but you definitely weren't hungry. Even though you hadn't felt exactly 100% the past days before, and you obviously weren't feeling right now, you just deduced that it was all because you were tired, and had a late flight in. As a responsible person does, of course. You didn't even bother taking any medicine for it, because hey, you obviously weren't sick, you'd feel better in a bit, and you didn't have any, so why waste the time, right? 

You groggily got dressed and met up with "the boys" (even though they were all older than you) for the free breakfast downstairs, in a separate room, since fans did happen to stay in the same hotel. You grabbed some Cheerios, only to conspicuously throw them away after. 

"You good, Y/N?" Jared asked out loud, gaining the attention of Jensen, Misha, and Alex. You could feel their eyes burning through your skin. Or, maybe that was the fever. It had to be their eyes, you convinced yourself, you didn't have a fever. You were fine. 

"Yeah, why?" you asked, faking the perk in your voice and confused eyes. Your eyes felt really heavy, you noticed. 

"You just... You look exhausted. And pale." he said, "And you threw away that cereal without eating any of it." 

You looked down at yourself as an effect for what you were about to say, "Wow, well that's one way to make me self-conscious. I thought I looked kind of poppin'." you laughed slightly, trying to play it off. 

"W-wait, no that's- that's not what I meant! You look fine, I just-" he was embarrassed. You and the others chuckled.

"I'm kidding. I'm all good, just went to bed late, y'know?" you smiled. It was hard to try and mask the rasp in your voice, and doing so made you feel the need to cough, so you downed some water until it dialed down a bit. He nodded. In your mind, you blessed your acting skills, thinking you got away with it. What you didn't know was that Misha, Jensen, and Jared, as fathers do, knew every trick in the book, and each noted to keep an eye on you. Not to mention, they'd been acting far longer than you had, and could just tell when one switches into a character. They all figured that if you weren't sick now, you would be in days to come, and exchanged glances with each other, while Alex innocently continued to chew on his toast. 

"Well, if you're tired, I don't think you have a panel or anything for another hour or something, maybe you could catch up on some sleep then." Jared suggested. You shrugged.

"Nah," you said, "I've got photo-ops in like, twenty minutes. I should actually probably get going. I'll catch up later!" 

You left with a wave, and disappeared into the hotel somewhere. You stopped in your room, allowing yourself finally to set free the coughs living in the back of your throat. You blamed it on your throat being dry since you didn't drink enough water. Not on germs. So, you grabbed two water bottles from the small fridge in your room, and left, making your way towards the convention center.

  You felt slightly better during photo-ops, which just confirmed in your mind that it was impossible that you were sick right now. You smiled and talked to everyone. There was one girl, who introduced herself as Meredith, who stuck out in your mind. She gave you this super cool hand painted keychain, which you very excitedly put on your keys instantly.

"Dude, I've been looking for a cool keychain. Not just one of those janky ones you find at like 7-11, like a cool one. This is so exciting." you smiled genuinely. You had just recently bought yourself a car, and thought that your keys looked a little lonely, and searched for hours on Etsy for something to spice it up a bit. A weird obsession, thinking about it now.

She laughed, "I'm glad you like it!"

"Hell, yeah! Now, are there any poses you wanna do? Or do you just want to hit that casual look? I could make it look like I'm meeting you." you stupidly rambled. One of your traits that was so widely known was how funny and awkward (in a good way) that you were. It took you a long time to get to that point, though, because you were always anxious about meeting others. You still are every now and then, but it's different here. 

"I was just hoping to get a hug." she said, "If that's okay with you." 

"Yeah, that's cool!" you wrapped your arms around each other and shot the camera a grin. The girl looked a bit confused. 

"Hey," she said, quietly, "are you like, okay? You feel really hot."

Nervously, you replied, "Oh, no, yeah totally fine. I'm just wearing two layers, and it's getting spicy in here."

"Yeah," she answered, "don't push yourself, okay?"

"I won't, thank you. It was really nice meeting you!" 

"You, too! Thanks!" she waved goodbye and you moved on to the last few people in line. She was right, though. You realized that you felt worse than you did when you walked in. You thought it had gone away for a while, but now it was just amplified. You noticed you were cold again, but that you were sweating as well. It must've just been the temperature in the room. These conventions aren't always able to keep a steady temp in the entire building, right?

This day, you didn't have much to do. Most of your events were on the other days to come. You had one panel in a few hours, and then a panel with Jared, Jensen, and Misha a few hours after that, and then bam, the day was over. You just had to get through those two events. Just two. 

Two, events. And both were an hour. So, two hours out of the day. Rookie work. Yet, as your panel approached, the headache had expanded from under your eyes to anywhere that there was space to hurt, your throat ached and so did your lungs from how much you were going off somewhere to cough in privacy, your body felt heavy, you couldn't tell if you were hot or cold at this point it was some weird combination of both, your stomach hurt just slightly, the world was moving around you a bit more than it usually would, and the fever you "didn't" have had climbed a degree, probably two. And, at some point during the day, you got pretty congested. You felt like you could just fall asleep at any moment. Jared and Jensen happened to be walking by where you had been waiting by yourself, away from any congoers or employees, and noticed that even though you were leaning against a wall, you somehow were still swaying.

"Y/N?" Jensen called out, worried. You heard him, you knew you were supposed to respond, but didn't know how. Maybe you did have a fever, and maybe you sort of let it out of control. It was like you were comprehending them, but not at the same time. You heard everything, but it just swept right through your feverish mind. The walked in front of you and examined you within seconds. You felt Jared's cold, really abnormally large man hand sweep your hair back and land on your forehead. 

"J, she's burning up." you felt another hand on your face. You, quite exhaustedly, swatted it away. They couldn't figure out how it'd gotten so bad so quickly. You were sick this morning, but not to this degree. They knew then that you had just shrugged it off all day, and your teenage fever brain probably didn't even think to take any kind of medicine or anything for it, even if you were trying to hide it.

"I'm good. Just tired. Fevers don’t exist." you finally mumbled, taking a few deep breathes, which you hadn't really been able to do in a bit without being rudely interrupted by a bone-shaking cough. It felt nice, almost. The boys sighed at you and shook their heads. 

"Y/N, you should go back to your room and get some rest. We can bring you some stuff that'll help." Jared suggested. You shook your head and opened your eyes, which somehow felt even heavier.

"Nah," you said to them, "I've got a panel, I think, in like, I ‘dunno, some minutes or something. Something I-" you pushed yourself off the wall to try and make your way somewhere, but stumbled a step or two, which result in Jensen and Jared instinctively to grab you in order to keep you steady.

"Like hell we're letting you go to that, Y/N, you can't even form a sentence, or stand for that matter. You're out of your mind. We're going to bring you back now, we'll take care of your panel thing." Jensen stated pretty sternly. You were about to fight back, and they could see it, but you coughed a few times, and they could almost feel it in their own chests. You just nodded in defeat.

"Yeah, maybe I could just like, sleep, for an hour or two." you whispered, tiredly. The two were still holding you steady, and could see you already falling asleep before even going anywhere. 

"Or six, by the looks of it." Jared joked lightly.

"Poor kid." Jensen said to Jared as the were walking out of your room. They helped you get there, and you were gone before you even saw the bed, "Why do they always have to pretend like they aren't sick? Look where it gets them."

"Don't know, man. You can't talk, though. You literally tell people you are immune to illness." Jared laughed quietly, shutting you door.

"Well I am. I am the perfect example of health. I don't get sick." 

"Yeah," Jared rolled his eyes, "Right. Watch you catch what Y/N has. You practically carried her all the way here. There's no way you're escaping it." Walking towards the center, the back way of course, Jensen scoffed, "Please, germs take one look at me and know not to mess this up. And, by the logic, that means you're already infected, too. So, tell me, princess, what sort of soup do you want spoon-fed?" 

Again, Jared rolled his eyes, and the two laughed. They weren't making fun of you, they were making fun of each other, and knew that you would've wanted in on that action.

"Y/N probably would've destroyed us if she heard that. Something along the longs of 'You want me to tuck you in? Carry you bridal style?'" Jared pitched his voice a tone higher for it. Again, the two men laughed.

They made their way backstage of what's supposed yo be your panel, and informed the crew about what was going on. They were just going to fill in for you, probably tell a few embarrassing stories.

When they made their way through the curtain, the crowd shouted. They were obviously excited to see the two leads, but also were obviously confused. "Alright, you're probably confused." Jensen stated the obvious, "Because obviously, we look nothing like Y/N, and thank God she does not look like us." The crowd laughed.

"Anyway, Y/N can't make it today. She's really sick-" the crowd cut Jared off with a unison "awe." People yelled out that they hoped she felt better, tell her to take care of herself, and so on.

"Yeah, poor kid looked like she was just going to fall asleep right where she was standing. She literally tried to come anyway, like, kid, you're making no sense. Y/N couldn't really fight against us, though, so she's sleeping now." Jensen explained, "So we came here to chat in her stead, but just know she really was planning on coming. That kid loves you guys." and again, the "awe" rolled through the crowd. 

"If she wasn't sick, she could totally kick both your-" the last word was cut off, but was implied anyway, someone screamed from the crowd, which resulted in laughter.

"Yeah, probably. Even if we were stronger than her," sarcastically, of course, "she'd still beat us. Kid's too fast, and I'm too old." Jared laughed.

In the last ten minutes of the panel, Jared decided to give you call. Not only to check in on you, but so you could at least say hi to your crowd. When you heard the phone ring, you groggily opened your eyes and aimlessly reached for it.

"Hello?" you answered. Jared almost frowned at how sick you sounded, even with just one word.

"Y/N?" Jensen stepped in, "It's Jensen."

"Unfortunate." you sighed exhaustedly. It was joke, a really tired one, but still enough to make the crowd laugh.

"We're here at your panel, we thought you might want to say hi." Jared said loudly, holding the speaker of his phone to the microphone. 

"Panel?" you asked. Panel? What panel? Your delirious mind was clearly confused, "Who's that?" 

"Y/N, the con. The convention panel?" Jensen actually sounded worried. They probably should've thought to give you some sort of medicine to do something about the fever you had before they'd left.

"Oh," you closed your eyes again, almost falling asleep, before remembering finally what it was they meant, and after a moment, "Oh! Crap, the panel thing, I'm late."

"No, Y/N, stay there, we've got it covered remember? You can't come. You can say hi to them, though." Jensen interjected quickly.

"Okay, hi guys." you just followed as told.

The crowd responded with a series of hello's. 

"'M really sorry. I hope they aren't boring you." the two men could practically hear you closing your eyes. The crowd responded in inaudible chatter. Jensen and Jared walked from the mic for a second.

"Sorry if we woke you, kid." Jared apologized, having just realized they probably could've left you alone, "W also just wanted to check in. See how you're doing."

"How are you feeling?" Jensen asked, but got a mumbled word in response, "Alright, well, just go back to sleep, we'll be up there soon." 

Jared hung up the phone, and the two began to answer the last few questions and close up. They waved their goodbyes to the crowd, and started heading back your way.

"Jensen, you got any over the counters with you? Thermometers or anything? All I've got is Advil, and I don't even know what's really bothering her yet other than that cough and being tired."

"Yup. Danneel always makes me carry literally an entire medicine cabinet, just for these moments. I'll go get 'em and meet you there. It'd probably do her some good to eat something, too. I don't know if she's got like, a stomach virus thing going on, though." Jensen answered.

"I'll see what she'll say and let you know." 

The two parted ways, and Jared made his way to you. Even though he'd only talked to you just a few minutes before, you were dead to the world by the time he opened the door. The room was boiling, and Jared looked over to the thermostat to see that you'd at some point put it on to 90 degrees. 

"Jesus, Y/N, I know you've got a fever, but damn." he said, more so to himself than to you. He looked over at you after turning it down to see you curled beneath what looked like any blanket you could find. He came over and started removing the blankets slowly, and shook you gently to wake you up.

"Y/N, wake up for a minute, it's Jared."

"'Mm." was all you said, until you realized your layers of warmth had been moved, "What're doing? It's cold."

"Y/N, you're dripping in sweat. It's the fever making you cold."

"I don't have a fever." you retorted, "I'm good. Just tired."

"Kid, you've been tired the whole day. You've been sleeping this whole time." he tried rationalizing.

"I have?" you questioned, closing you eyes again. Jared put his hand to your forehead again. Somehow, it was warmer than the first time he'd done it before the panel. It was then that Jensen finally appeared, a whole bag of things in hand, "Could you bring the thermometer over?"

"Yeah, gotcha." He walked over and rummaged through the bag at the same time, pulling out a thermometer.

"Y/N, we need to take your temperature." Jensen said.

"No need." you said, "'M not sick."

"You are so obviously sick, I'm not asking." again with that stern voice. Jared gave him a "Hey, she's sick, back off a little" sort of look, but it had worked, and you let them take your temp. They were almost shocked when the thing beeped at 103.

"Should we take her to a hospital? That's way too high." Jared asked. 

"If it gets any higher, yes, but let's see if we can bring it down first." Jensen replied.

"No hospitals." you demanded, opening your eyes and glaring at them. 

"We aren't bringing you yet, Y/N, but I need you to eat this so you can take some meds." he held out two pieces of toast that he must've brought from his room. You hated toast even when you weren't sick.

"I'm not really hungry." 

"I know, but it'll help. You haven't told us what's bothering you yet, either." Jared responded.

"Nothing's-" you coughed a few times, a bit violently, "bothering me." "We can see that." Jensen said sarcastically.

"Everything's bothering me." you whispered, giving up.

"Your stomach hurt?" Jensen asked. You waved your hand from side to side to signal a so-so, "Think you'll get sick at all?"

"No, it's not like that, I don't think." you breathed out, another cough escaping you. You took a few bites out of the toast. It made you uncomfortable, but it was then that you realized you probably felt that way since you really hadn't eaten much that day or the one before, which probably contributed to the splitting headache. It didn't go away after, either though. You pushed yourself up. You almost fell over, but Jared put a hand out for you.

"Alright, good. Take this. I'm going to be frank, it tastes disgusting." Jensen handed over a small cup of liquid, "Sometimes, if you take it like a shot, it helps. But you shouldn't know how to take shots, but if you do it, I won't judge." And so you did, causing the two to chuckle slightly at you. 

"You were right, about the sleep thing." you slumped back onto the bed heavily, like a brick.

"When am I ever wrong?" Jensen asked, "Don't answer that, actually."

But you were already sleeping again, and the boys decided to stay nearby for now. The next panel wasn't for another few hours anyway, and they just didn't want you to be alone. Also, incase you were wrong about the toast, and it decided to make its return. Jared's phone began to ring loudly, to which he very quickly tried to answer so his obnoxious ringtone wouldn't wake you up again, not that you wouldn't have just fallen back asleep anyway.

"Misha? Hey, what's up?" Jared answered. Jensen walked over to hear what was going on on the other side of the line, but Jared just decided to put it on speaker.

"Where are you guys? I haven't seen you all day. Felicia, Alex, and I are going out for lunch, we were wondering if you guys want to come. I tried calling Y/N, but she didn't answer, so." he rambled.

"That's because Y/N's not feeling well." Jensen said, giving him a solution to his predicament of not being answered, "We're with her right now, so we'll have to pass."

"She's sick? Is she okay?" 

"Yeah, I think so. She's just got this crazy fever we've been trying to bring down. Thinking about it now, Jensen, we should probably check it again." 

"A fever?"

"It's been at 103 degrees for like, two hours. At least for what we know of. She's probably had one all day, but as a dumb teenager does, she just tried to ignore it." 

"If it goes up you should-"

"Yeah, we know," Jared said, "we're trying really hard to avoid that, though. Also, she'll definitely fight against it, I don't know." 

Jensen, from the other side of the room at the sound of a beeping thermometer, could be heard on Misha's end, "It went down, finally. 102.2."

"Thank God, I was getting worried."

"Should I come there? Do you guys need any help?" Misha asked.

"I mean you can, but I think we're good. She's just been trying to sleep it off the whole time, so not much is really going on." Jensen was closer to the phone now, "Like, she's got this cough, a headache, and you can hear how congested she sounds, but mostly I think she's just exhausted. I honestly don't know how because she's just been sleeping for hours."

"Fatigue."

"Yeah, poor kid. I don't think I've ever seen her so tired, it almost makes me tired to be honest." Jensen joked.

"Maybe you're just getting sick." Jared slipped in.

"Not possible. I am immune."

"Nobody is immune, Jensen." Misha sighed.

"I'm not nobody." he shrugged. 

"Alright, well, we're going to get lunch then. If you need anything let me know, and tell her I hope she feels better." Misha concludes.

"We will, thanks Misha." and with that, Jared hung up. For a few more hours, the two hung around. They were there when you woke from some fever dreams, and when you needed a cough drop, or twelve, and wake you up every now and then to check your temperature, which raised and dropped and raised and dropped, but currently was at a very steady 102.4. But, soon enough, it was time for them to leave for the last panel of the day, and unsurprisingly, you tried to follow suit.

"Y/N, we gotta go, but we'll be back in about an hour from the panel." Jared said. You took a deep breath and sluggishly pushed yourself to the side of the bed. Having been sick, and not having sat up in a few hours, the blood rushed from your head, leaving you dizzy.

"What're you doing?" Jensen asked.

"The panel. I missed the last one I should go to this one. I feel okay." you yawned, then coughed slightly.

"Y/N, really, you shouldn't even think about pushing it like that." Jared said. Jensen walked over to you, half on the bed, clearly trying to steady yourself just from the movement of sitting up. The spinning room honestly almost made the toast make a reprise, and you hiccupped, and held your breath.

"Hey," Jensen grabbed a can quickly, noticing, "are you going to be sick?"

Giving it a minute, it went away, and you shook you head no, causing a huge tension to leave the room.

"Alright, well, remember how you said I was right all the time earlier?" Jensen pun the can down.

"No, must've been the fever." you half joked, causing Jared to laugh. 

"Alright- well- okay, shut up. We agreed I'm always right, and that I was right about needing sleep, so I say you need some more." Jensen demanded rather than suggested. 

"Yeah, or at least lay around and do nothing. I can't imagine ever sleeping as much as you just did." Jared joked, pushing you very gently back down, with his hand on your back, knowing you would just hit the bed without it. Your eyes were heavy again, and your throat was painfully dry, and you coughed. Your aching head also agreed with the two of them to your dismay.

"Maybe just a bit more." you mumbled, "A few minutes."

"Yeah a few minutes, sure." Jared smiled, knowing you were probably going to knock out for a few hours once again. You opened your eyes again.

"You think," you coughed, "that they'll be mad?

"Who?" Jensen asked.

Feeling pretty sick, you said, "That I don't go? I don’t feel really good."

Ah, the fever comes to play once again, it seems, but the two felt some sort of triumph now that you've at least admitted to being sick, even if it's been hours. It concerned them, though, if you felt bad enough to admit it.

"No, they'll be fine about it. We'll be back soon. Misha or Alex might come in to check on you, alright?" Jared answered, to which you nodded.

They weren't gone long. You spent half the next day sleeping, too, until you could stand without swaying. You did sneak back to the con, against Jensen and Jared's orders, since you really didn't break that fever and cough for a few more days, only to be caught after a tweet of you at the con was trending and the cast caught wind of it. But, eventually, you were better, and got the chance to help Jared take care of an "always immune" Jensen. And he was more stubborn than you were.

[justanalto]

S A U C E

THE ONLY FAILSAFE YOU EVER NEED IS YOU

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“She’ll come back.” 

Keyla barely finds it in her to turn her head sideways, the promise puffing weakly through Rhys’ lips. She’s not sure whether he’s saying it for their sake or for hers personally, but regardless of its intention, it does nothing to quell the pressure in her chest that mounts with each passing second. 

Ironic, really -- the more she bursts with to say, the less oxygen she has with which to say it. Save your oxygen, Tilly’d said early on, words strained in the thinning atmosphere of the hallway, but to Keyla, it hadn’t mattered much whether she’d had oxygen to save. Not when her last breath had disappeared up with the ladder with her unsaid goodbyes. 

The whole situation makes her want to laugh, if such an action was in her lung capacity; she’d been planning to ask Joann out later that night once they were off shift, worries for the day discarded on their floor with their uniforms. Jo, she would’ve said, easy head tilt and all, if the universe set you up to deal with me, do you think it could be because it wanted me to take you out? 

What? Joann would’ve asked in that comfortingly teasing way Keyla’d come to memorize. What do you mean? 

And Keyla, fearless pilot of the first ship at the Battle of the Binary Stars, would’ve squared her shoulders, told herself to be kind, and tried not to smile too hard. To take you out, she would’ve said simply, and waited with bated breath for what she hoped would be the favorable outcome. How’s a dinner date at the holodeck Friday sound? 

Instead, the words she’s worked so hard to perfect were snatched from her with nothing more than a whoopsie-daisies and a phaser to her head, stolen from her in a future breath she’ll never get to take. “She’ll come back,” Rhys promises again, and this time, the look in his eyes suggests he knows exactly what’s churning through her thoughts. 

“She will,” Bryce chimes in, and around her, Keyla can hear the sounds of her friends’ weak chiming in. She’s not sure when her feelings about Joann became bridge crew knowledge (Georgiou had even threatened her, once or twice before she’d left, homicidal pain in the ass), but in her possible last moments, if she couldn’t have had her beloved ops partner by her side, it was some small comfort to at least have those that knew Keyla treasured her. 

A soft thump. “She’ll come back,” Tilly rasps, and the blackness is beginning to creep into the edges of Keyla’s vision. This is it, then -- this is how she goes, 930 years into the future surrounded by the only family she’s got left and in the name of a shell of the organization she’d originally signed on to serve. Another exhale, and the blackness increases another inch. “She’ll come back ‘cause she loves you.” 

She does? Keyla wants to ask, but her brain is already starving for oxygen, every remaining molecule dedicated to clouding the rest of her vision and making sure that her eyes are at least shut for the grand finale called death. She does. At least if she’s going out, she’s answered all of the immediate questions in life.

She does, and that’s all I needed to know. 

The next time her eyes shoot open, it’s to the soft fluorescent lighting assigned to all science vessels, the floor hard and unforgiving against her back. If this is heaven, it’s not a very nice introduction. (Also, Keyla thinks, heaven would ideally have Joann curled into her, so the fact that neither of those factors are present is a pretty good indicator that she hasn’t died.) 

But, that’s her brain, always a traitor to optimism, just because you’re alive doesn’t necessarily mean everyone else is, too. She’s not sure whether to look around -- despite its violent reintroduction into society, Keyla’s brain has already done the math, and the probability that everyone’s survived is lower than their beginning assumptions that they’d be able to take back Discovery. 

Still, it’s something she has to face. If she faced something, she’d beat it. Besides, it wasn’t like she could lie like this forever. Slowly, Keyla turns her head in the last known direction of Rhys and Bryce, breath whooshing out of her lungs when she sees the both of them, a little groggy but no worse for wear. Down the corridor, Ina is the same, shakily getting to her feet to join the rest of them; Tilly, bless her heart, is scrubbing the curls out of her face with no visible distress --

“You pulled me out of there.” Keyla’s heart does an almost painful lurch in her chest, it can’t be, she needs to be able to sit up right the fuck now -- “Thank you.” 

Brain and body, both of them traitors: the cough that expels itself from Keyla’s chest is not how she’d wanted to announce herself, but it seems to do the trick, and as she finally manages to roll over to her side, her eyes meet Joann’s, flecked with gold and wider than the hole that should currently be in their nacelle. “You’re alive,” she whispers, because it’s just about all she can process right now. 

Joann Owosekun is alive. Joann Owosekun is alive, and unharmed, and maybe looking at Keyla like she’d believed she’d never lay eyes on her again, but above all, Joann is alive. 

Joann is alive, and Joann is here, and god, if Keyla’s heart doesn’t stop doing donuts anytime soon she’s pretty sure she’s going to go into cardiac arrest. (Joann. Is. Alive.) 

“So are you,” the other woman finally whispers back, her awed expression shifting to one more suited for general company as she looks around at the rest of the crew. “All of you.” 

“You did it?” Tilly asks, finally managing to make it to her feet; in no time, the rest of the crew is in somewhat similar positions, if not a little unsteady. Keyla still can’t stop staring at Joann -- it’s like she’s seen the rebirth of the sun, every fiber of her being yearning to reach out and simply hold her, ensure that what she’s seeing is real and not some horrific figment of her imagination. 

“We did it,” Joann answers, and it’s so her, so Joann to share the victory with those around her that it makes Keyla want to weep in relief. There’s no way she can be dreaming this up, no way this can be faked, not even the best of holoprograms could make up Joann’s nature. 

Next to them, Tilly laughs. “Let’s go to the bridge, then,” she says, the rest of the crew moving to follow. It’s then that Joann’s eyes turn back to Keyla’s, still wide, still drinking the pilot in with a stifled sort of disbelief. Her arms seem to unfold with an almost unconscious movement, and the same autopilot in Keyla’s brain shuffles her two steps forward and into Joann’s arms, the solidity of her touch activating an octopus embrace of her own. 

You almost died, she wants to whisper, eyes shutting tightly at Joann’s arms wrapped around hers. You almost died, and I never got to tell you I love you. You almost died, and you almost took me with you. “I knew you could do it,” she whispers instead, because it’s better than chastising Joann for things she couldn’t control. “I always knew you could do it.” 

She’ll ask Joann out later -- and even later down the line, Keyla will tell her she loves her -- but right now, in the sweet, sweet relief of a defeated Emerald Chain, there is nothing better than the simple knowledge that they are both alive. 

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Jujutsu Kaisen Good

ok yall if u haven’t already u GOTTA check out jujutsu kaisen, a new anime airing this season! there are only 4 episodes out at the moment but all four of them have been consistently amazing?? it gives me BIG demon slayer vibes tbh, i feel like if you like kny there’s a good chance you’ll like this one too!! it has it all:

likable characters who are all big dorks!!

amazing animation!! even the one moment they flash back to several times looks so good i aint even mad they keep showing it (i couldnt find that moment to show here but Look At This Shit)

interesting premise w/ great execution!! it’s about fighting the physical manifestations of curses (basically monsters) and aiming to take down The Big Bad by eating all of his grody cursed fingers and then dying (yes this is the protagonist’s mission and By God He’s Gonna Do It)

rly good comedy oh my god this show is so funny, every character so far has great presence and they all play off of each other so well it’s SO fun to watch (also good balance of comedy and more serious moments, neither feels like it’s interfering with the other and we love that)

cool powers! one of the main characters’ weapon is a hammer and nails that she basically uses like a manual nail gun propelled by her own cursed energy (iconic honestly)

another character’s main power is to summon Big Pubbies (and he’s The Stoic One so this is particularly entertaining to me), he calls them “demon dogs” which i believe roughly translates to Big Pubby 1 and Big Pubby 2

protag’s power is being possessed by A Bastard (the official World’s Biggest Bastard actually) who kind of hilariously has no voluntary control over this body he’s stuck in, so broken down to its bare essentials this anime is literally just the “a bagel” “no!” “two bagels” vine

op song by eve!! we all love a good certified Eve Banger

one of the most infectiously fun eds ive ever seen oh my GOD just try & watch it w/o smiling even a lil bit i dare u. also the animation and stylization are off the CHARTS my eyes r blessed thank u mappa

in conclusion please give jujutsu kaisen a chance i swear u will not regret it for at least one of the above reasons!!! or maybe u just like cool shounen action anime!!! that’s cool too!!! either way jujutsu kaisen good thank u for ur time