#THIS SAVE will be the save i get to perfection i BELIEVE

[wandering-winchesters]

First Moments: Kiss

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Summary: The first time Dean Winchester kisses you Word count: 861 A/N: I am debating on making this a series, covering different "Firsts" with Dean.. Any interest in that? Let me know!

The first time Dean Winchester kisses you, it happens in the least romantic place imaginable—an old gas station parking lot on the outskirts of nowhere. The sun is setting, casting an amber glow over the cracked asphalt and the Impala parked nearby, her paint gleaming like polished obsidian. The faint smell of gasoline mingles with the crisp scent of impending rain, a storm brewing in the distance.

It wasn’t planned. Nothing about Dean ever feels planned, really. He’s a mess of contradictions—cocky and self-assured one minute, guarded and vulnerable the next. You’ve been riding shotgun with him for weeks now, chasing down leads, salt-and-burning restless spirits, and fighting things most people wouldn’t dare to believe existed. Somewhere along the way, you became more than just hunting partners. You don’t know what to call it yet, but there’s a connection between you, an unspoken pull that you’ve both been too stubborn—or scared—to acknowledge.

Until now.

It starts with an argument. Of course it does. Dean has this way of pushing your buttons, and tonight he’s doing it with the precision of a master.

“You can’t just run in there without a plan!” you snap, your arms crossed over your chest.

“And what was your plan, huh?” he shoots back, his voice rising. “To stand around and wait until the ghost decides to play nice? That’s not how this works.”

“It’s called strategy, Dean. Maybe you should try it sometime instead of going full kamikaze every damn hunt!”

He scoffs, dragging a hand down his face in frustration. “You know what your problem is? You think too much. Sometimes you just gotta act.”

“And you think too little!” you retort, your eyes narrowing. “One of these days, your impulsiveness is going to get you killed.”

The words hang in the air, sharper than you intended, and for a moment, Dean just stares at you. His jaw tightens, and there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—hurt, maybe, or regret—but it’s gone before you can be sure.

“Fine,” he says, his voice quieter now. “If you’ve got it all figured out, why the hell do you even need me?”

It’s not the first time you’ve fought, but there’s something different about this one. The air between you feels charged, like the storm rolling in above. You don’t answer right away, and Dean takes a step closer, his boots crunching against the gravel.

“Why, huh?” he presses, his tone softer but no less intense. “Why do you keep sticking around if I’m such a screw-up?”

Your heart pounds against your ribs, a wild, erratic rhythm that matches the storm clouds overhead. You open your mouth to respond, but the words catch in your throat. Because it’s not that simple. Because you don’t stick around in spite of his flaws—you stick around because of them. Because Dean Winchester, for all his faults, is the kind of person who will throw himself in harm’s way without a second thought to save someone else. Because he’s loyal to a fault, fiercely protective, and has a smile that could light up the darkest corners of the world, even when he doesn’t believe it himself.

“Dean…” you start, but his name barely makes it past your lips before he moves.

It’s not hesitant or tentative—it’s sudden, like he’s been holding himself back for too long and finally snapped. His hands cup your face, rough and calloused but somehow gentle, and then his lips are on yours.

The kiss is everything you didn’t know you needed. It’s not perfect—Dean’s lips are a little chapped, and the angle is slightly awkward at first—but it’s real. There’s an urgency to it, a raw, unfiltered emotion that leaves you breathless. His hands are warm against your skin, grounding you even as the world seems to tilt on its axis.

You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly your hands are fisting in his jacket, pulling him closer as if the space between you is unbearable. He responds in kind, deepening the kiss with a low, almost involuntary sound that sends a shiver down your spine. It’s like the dam you’ve both been holding back has finally burst, and there’s no going back now.

When you finally break apart, you’re both breathing hard, your foreheads pressed together. The storm is closer now, the first drops of rain starting to fall, but neither of you seems to notice.

“Wow,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

Dean chuckles, a low, self-deprecating sound. “Yeah, uh… sorry about that. I probably should’ve—”

“Don’t,” you interrupt, your fingers still gripping his jacket. “Don’t apologize.”

His eyes meet yours, and for once, there’s no wall, no mask, no bravado. Just Dean.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admits, his voice soft and almost vulnerable.

You smile, your heart swelling in your chest. “Took you long enough.”

He laughs, the sound warm and genuine, and the tension between you finally seems to ease. The rain starts to pick up, but neither of you moves. For once, the hunt can wait. For once, the only thing that matters is this moment—messy, imperfect, and absolutely perfect all at once.

Tag List: @roseblue373 @hobby27 @jc-winchester @whump-loverz @pizzagirlxnsfwx @king-of-milf-lovers @jollyhunter

[shizuturnspages]

Hi I have a request could you make a yandere gojo with a shy reader who doesn't care that he is a yandere because the reader was in toxic relationships and doesn't see yandere behavior as bad Thank you for reading me ^^

Oh. My. God. THAT IS SUCH AN IMPRESSIVE IDEA. I'm so down for this.

Gojo’s Ego Feeds Off Your Acceptance

❥ When Gojo realizes you don’t see his obsessive, possessive tendencies as a red flag, he feels invincible. Most people would run screaming if they caught a glimpse of the real Satoru, but you? You’re fine with it. That just confirms what he’s always believed—you’re meant for him.

❥ He sees your tolerance as proof of your love. In his mind, you’re basically giving him permission to be as controlling and overbearing as he wants. “You don’t mind, do you? Of course not. You’re perfect, and perfect people don’t need anyone else but me.”

Your Shyness Brings Out His Protective Side

❥ Gojo already sees himself as your protector, but your shy nature makes him feel even more responsible for your well-being. He’s constantly hovering, ready to step in if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way.

❥ He loves that you rely on him—whether it’s for emotional support or dealing with situations that make you uncomfortable. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve got this. You don’t have to lift a finger.”

He Gets a Little… Territorial

❥ Gojo doesn’t like the idea of anyone else getting close to you, especially since you’ve been in toxic relationships before. He’s convinced that only he can keep you safe, so he goes out of his way to isolate you from potential threats (aka anyone who isn’t him).

❥ He’s not subtle about it, either. If someone from your past tries to reach out, they’ll regret it. “Oops. Looks like they had a little accident. Guess you’ll have to stick with me, huh?”

He Twists Your Past to His Advantage

❥ Gojo uses your history with toxic relationships to justify his behaviour. In his mind, he’s not being overbearing—he’s saving you from ever being hurt again.

❥ He’ll casually remind you of how much better he is than anyone else you’ve been with. “They didn’t deserve you. None of them did. But me? I’m different. I’ll take care of you, no matter what.”

A little scenario for having such a good idea <3

You’d barely settled into your seat at the small café when you felt it—the unmistakable prickle of someone watching you. Or rather, someone burning a hole into your soul with their gaze. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Gojo Satoru, with his signature sunglasses and that infuriatingly cocky smirk, was already making his way toward you.

“Hey, sweetheart!” His voice was as loud and unapologetic as ever, turning heads across the room. He dropped into the seat across from you without waiting for an invitation, leaning forward with an intensity that made your cheeks heat up.

“Satoru,” you mumbled, barely managing to meet his eyes. You were shy by nature, but something about Gojo made it even harder to hold your ground. He was overwhelming in every sense of the word.

“Miss me?” he teased, propping his chin on his hand.

You bit your lip, not sure how to respond. Of course, you’d missed him—it was impossible not to miss someone as magnetic as Gojo. But you also knew that admitting it would only feed his ego.

“Maybe,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

His grin widened. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

The waitress approached with a nervous smile, clearly intimidated by Gojo’s presence. He ordered for both of you without consulting you, rattling off your favorite drink and a dessert you’d been craving lately. How he knew about the dessert was a mystery, but with Gojo, you’d learned not to question things.

As the waitress scurried off, Gojo turned his attention back to you. “So, how’s my favorite person doing today?”

You hesitated, fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve. “I’m okay.”

“Just okay?” He frowned, reaching across the table to take your hand in his. His touch was warm, almost too warm, and it sent a shiver down your spine. “Come on, you can tell me if something’s bothering you.”

You hesitated, but the truth slipped out before you could stop it. “I… I ran into someone I used to know.”

Gojo’s grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly. “Someone from your past, huh?” His voice was calm, but there was a dangerous edge to it that made your stomach churn.

You nodded, unable to meet his gaze. “It wasn’t a big deal. They just wanted to talk.”

“And did you?”

“No,” you said quickly. “I didn’t want to.”

His expression softened, but there was still a flicker of something dark in his eyes. “Good. You don’t need people like that in your life. You’ve got me now.”

You looked up at him, surprised by the genuine warmth in his voice. Gojo could be a lot to handle, but moments like this reminded you why you hadn’t pushed him away. He made you feel… safe.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of playful banter and stolen touches. Gojo was relentless in his affection, showering you with compliments and teasing remarks that left you blushing and stammering. By the time he walked you home, you were exhausted in the best way possible.

“Thanks for today,” you said softly as you unlocked your door.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he replied, leaning casually against the doorframe. “You know I’d do anything for you, right?”

You nodded, your heart skipping a beat at the intensity in his voice. “I know.”

“Good.” He reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your skin. “Because I meant what I said earlier. You don’t need anyone else. Just me.”

There was something about the way he said it that sent a shiver down your spine. It wasn’t a threat, exactly, but it was close. Still, you found yourself nodding, unable to argue.

“Just you,” you murmured.

Gojo smiled, satisfied. “That’s my girl.”

As he turned to leave, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d just made a deal with the devil. But if Gojo was the devil, then maybe—just maybe—you didn’t mind being damned.

[thebctman]

The new tagline for the Superman movie is simply, “Look Up”.

And when you put that into perspective with James Gunn’s quote about, “My Superman movie is about being kind in a world where kindness is outdated”, it makes perfect sense.

The original tagline of Superman was, “You’ll believe a man could fly”. Superman is the image of hope. He is the streak of light in an otherwise empty sky.

More importantly, I believe the movie could potentially be about the theme of belief. Can you believe that mankind is good? Can you believe that your fellow man can save you? Can you believe in the best of the world, even after seeing its darkness? And above all, can you get back up again? And if it seems impossible and that no one has empathy anymore?

All you have to do is simply look up.

[dragonfly0808]

About the Dragon Prince Finale

I just finished s7 of the Dragon Prince and i have so many thoughts but there is one thing specifically I want to say about the finale that I feel was just such a perfect way to end the battle, before I hop on and check out what everyone thought-

SPOILERS AHEAD

I’ll be honest, I was so stressed out at the end of ep8 and watching the final battle in ep9 was epic but-

My very first thoughts watching that were initially along the lines of- so… none of our main characters had the final say/final move? What the fuck?

But then I watched the rest of the episode and sat on it for a bit and… it makes perfect sense and wraps up the themes of the show in a beautiful way

The whole theme of the show and one of the most important ongoing things is that of breaking cycles of violence and choosing love, choosing kindness.

During that final battle, all our main characters were ready and willing to give it all to save the world, which is technically speaking the ‘right thing’ to do, the thing we’ve all been waiting for

however; this involved for all three of them, giving up an essential part of themselves. An essential part of ‘breaking the cycles’

Callum would’ve given up on ‘breaking the cycle’ in using dark magic and in sacrificing himself for the greater good. Yeah sure, he’s writing his own destiny, but is he really when it was his only real choice if he wanted to save those he loved?

Rayla would’ve given up on ‘breaking the cycle’ in following in the footsteps of past moonshadow assassins, choosing duty over love in being willing to kill her heart ‘my heart for Xadia’ when she just said episodes before ‘no one should have to shed blood for justice’

And my personal favorite, Ezran. The entire show, from the moment he became king, that kid has given himself wholly to the path of love and kindness, trying to not fall into the mistakes of the past. And yet- he was willing to kill for his brother, to do something that goes against everything he represents, everything he stands for.

^ All of that, in the name of peace, to save the world.

No matter what, each of them would’ve lost an essential part of themselves in choosing to save the world…

But they didn’t have to.

Because the arch dragons- some of the very creatures that BEGAN these cycles of violence and mistakes and hatred… the creatures that had a role in CREATING the world our main characters are trying to make a better place- they are the ones that chose to step in, to sacrifice themselves to make sure these kids with bright hearts and so much love and determination to choose a path of kindness don’t have to sacrifice those parts of themselves.

Like Ezran says, it’s a great gift that the arch-dragons give them. The opportunity to stay true to themselves and still get to stop Aaravos… even if it’s temporary.

So yeah, the moment I watched it for a moment I was like- that was a little anticlimactic but it makes so much fucking sense and it is such a beautiful way to end the series when you stop to think about it.

and I’m choosing to believe that we will get the other 3 seasons NETFLIX GIVE US THE FUCKING SAGA (I haven’t actually checked if anything has been announced yet cause I’m scared) and that that’s when- after 7 years of growth, our main characters get to step in and find a different way to stop Aaravos for good THEIR WAY, without compromising who they are and what they stand for

So yeah, I just had to get that out of my chest cause it took me a minute of silence to realize why it’s so perfect for the show and the genius in this move and i really wanted to share that little brain worm

I LOVED season 7 and I can’t wait to rewatch the whole thing and I truly hope we get the rest of the saga!

[g4rvez-r3id]

Let Me Stay

Ex! Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU Reader

Synopsis: You and Spencer have gone back to normal, somewhat. But it only takes one conversation to ruin that all again. All you wanna do is stay, but he won’t let you.

Category: Angst

Warnings: not really a happy ending, established past relationship, maeve arc, mentions of death and suicide, takes place during 8x17 “The Gathering”, mentions of 8x17 events, spencer being a lil sad shit, crying, reader was in a past relationship before spencer, it’s just really sad, let me know if i missed anything! <3

Author’s Note: here is part two to “when you’re lost in the darkness, look for the light”! it’s short and sad 🤗 might make a part three???

part one

After helping Spencer, things were back to somewhat normal. You’d both bumped up from only talking on cases to the occasional small talk near the kitchenette or asking how each other’s days were going when you both were in the elevator on the way to the bullpen.

Everyone seemed to notice the change but hadn’t said anything to indicate that they knew. But then you’d heard Garcia gossiping about it in her office the other day to Morgan.

“Can you believe it? They’re finally talking again! Isn’t that great? Small talk can lead into something more! Maybe they’ll finally get together again and my ship will sail!” She’d fangirl and you shook your head with a small chuckle escaping your lips. (She was always so hell-bent that you two would eventually get back together).

Not that you didn’t agree with her, you always hoped you’d get somewhere with Spencer again. You just didn’t know when you could. He was still in mourning over Maeve and you knew he needed time to heal before dating again. You’d wait forever if you had to, unfortunately.

He still seemed quiet during most of the cases or would bury himself in his work to avoid feeling his feelings. And you couldn’t say you blamed him, because if it were you, you’d do the same thing. You have done the same thing. So, with understanding, you left him alone. And you were waiting for him to come to you.

And then you had that case in Minnesota. Your unsub was Peter Harper, he had stabbed women and pulled their tongues out pre-mortem. And you knew that him pulling the tongues out had some kind of significance to him. The disparate set of women victims was chosen at random until they discovered one connection between the women and it was that they all have a very strong on-line presence, their deaths telegraphed by stories in their own online blogs, messages or texts.

They’d finally found him at a public pool, ready to throw a woman in the pool and to wait for her to drown and when the team finally found him, he’d had a knife to his neck, ready to kill himself. You and JJ tried to talk him down off the ledge and told Peter he’d get help and that everything was gonna be okay. But then Reid had spoken up, telling him the truth and the total opposite from what you and JJ were saying.

Peter had killed himself shortly after that. And Reid walked off in frustration. You and JJ shared a look, wondering what the hell that was about.

You’d gone back to the office after filling out your paperwork. You were ready to go home, to relax and to wash the stench of this case off of you. And while you were packing up, you’d overheard Hotch and Reid’s conversation nearby. You knew Hotch was questioning his decision with telling Peter Harper the truth — that it wouldn’t get better, that it was gonna be hard to get help.

And when questioned about it, Reid’s answer was simple. “Well, Hotch, I thought the last time I was in a situation like this, I did exactly what I was supposed to. I told a perfect lie and that didn't work, so this time, in the hopes of saving someone's life, I tried something different.”

And then it was clear what this was about. Maeve. And you’d known that he still wasn’t over her. And of course, it really hadn’t been that long since she died, the wounds were still raw.

When you saw Reid abruptly leave the convo between him and Hotch and head towards the elevator, you knew to follow immediately. You’d worried a lot about him since what happened with Maeve. And you guessed that you just wanted him to be reassured that he had someone in his corner.

“Spencer,” You called in the parking garage and he’d turned around at the sound of your voice and could tell by his sigh that he was in no mood to talk with you but regardless he stopped.

“Look, I really don’t want to talk right now—” And you should’ve just left it at that. But you pushed, like you always do. Instead of walking away, you interrupted him. “I don’t care if you don’t wanna talk, but you know what you’re gonna do? You’re gonna listen.” Spencer crossed his arms, obviously in defense mode as you continued.

“Spencer, we have given you time. We have been there for you thick and thin and all we wanna do is help—” This time, he interrupts you. “Have you ever thought about the fact that maybe I don’t want your help? That maybe what I need is just a little bit of space?”

With that, he walked off.

And you’d officially had enough.

“Do you really think that you are the only person in the world who has lost someone?” You exclaimed and Spencer stopped in his tracks, his back still facing you. “Well, you are barking up the wrong tree because — newsflash, Spencer — you are not the only person who’s lost someone. When I lost—” You pause, not wanting to say his name. “I was… such a wreck.”

You gulp, deciding to continue, hoping your words were getting somewhere with him. “And you helped me, remember? I never would’ve gotten through that if you hadn’t of helped. And I pushed and pushed you away but you didn’t leave. You stayed. All I’m asking is to let me stay.” You walk over to Spencer and he looks down at the ground, avoiding your eyes as you choose to stand in front of him.

You bow your head, wanting to meet his eyes as you put a waiting hand on his soft cheek. You move his head to look at you. “So, let me stay.” He can see the tears forming in your eyes as you practically beg him. His eyes gaze over to your lips before quickly going back to your eyes.

“Please don’t shut me out when all I wanna do is help.” You tell him and instead of nodding and listening to you and asking you to stay, he walks away. Because if he stays any longer, he might kiss you. And you don’t deserve that. Not right now.

He walks away, leaving your heart in pieces and you in shambles. He chose his path, so you must take the same route and forget you’d ask him to let you stay.

[smallcloisville]

MY SUPERMAN 2025 TEASER RANT

It took me to process the teaser (believe me I am still processing) but I have so much to say.

First I would like to talk about the ✨colors✨

The colors! Oh My Rao! for so long I was craving the bright colored Superman movie. I wanted colors that would hurt my eyes and capture my heart and Gunn gave us that.

There have been talks that since it was just the teaser they might brush up more, I wouldn't mind that. Just make it more golden tinted.

DAVIDDD!!!

Again the perfect choice! I know it's presumptuous but when I saw him stumbling through the crowd as Clark with his clumsy hands and curly hair with contrast with a brightly colored Superman suit having the lil curl and saving children. I KNEW I KNEW I FOUND MY CLARK/SUPERMAN. HE IS SO GONNA NAIL IT.

RACHEL ♥��💜

We didn't see Rachel much in action but I have had the pleasure of knowing her through other interviews and some other media. She talks so fast and she has that "ENERGY" to play Lois. So I know she is gonna be THE LOIS LANE. MY WIFE. MY LOVE 😭😭

Thanking Gunn again for giving her the purple outfit.

CLOIS!cLoIs!CLOISS!cloisssssssss

I felt the connection between them and they are gonna give me heart attacks (I am already having mini ones through these pics/teaser). The flying together moment! making out in the kitchen! staring deep into each other's souls while the world is ending! Stares while working at the planet! Giving each other hugs and being each other's hope during tough times! GIVE IT TO ME GIVE IT ALL TO ME.

And we already know there is no "2 people love triangle" so we would have other aspects of their relationship.

OUR MOVIE STAR KRYTO

Simply one of the best decisions to include him cuz we never had him on the big screen. That cape🥹 he just warmed my heart. My smile was so big when Superman whistled for him (can't get that whistle out of my head, I feel things) and he came running.

Our hero Krypto 🥰 nothing should happen to him! And that's a warning!

Lex Luthor

He hates Superman so much that we can feel him loathing. We all know Nicholas is gonna be great as Lex given how well he played the psychos before. And that shiny bald head gave me flash blindness🫡

There are also talks that there are gonna be Ultraman and Grodd(I like to think of Mallah)

Other ICONIC heroes

Mr Terrific is looking really terrific.

Hawkgirl can slay me anytime.

Guy Gardener and his bowl cut. That's it!

Debut of Metamorpho.

Fortress and Kelex

We are gonna get the actual crystal like fortress🤧🤧 just like Krypton atmosphere.

Also Kelex!!! he better be alright too.

Other thoughts

We are gonna get the entire daily planet crew!?!!!!

This kid is representing us. How much we need SUPERMAN!

The score

That "Superman superman" I can't get that out of my head. I randomly throughout the day start chanting superman's name...

That John Murphy's theme inspired by John Williams is fire 🔥🔥🔥

I am so happy that Gunn decided to make everything so comic-like/colorful yet feels so real and attractive. I missed these early 2000s vibes of fun movies.

I FELT a strong sense of HOPE while watching the teaser. Don't know what's gonna happen when I watch trailer and movie??

Mark my words : lives are gonna change, history will be created, souls and hearts gonna heal, we will have something to forward to everyday! I am so ready!!!

[anjee0]

Week 4 - Snow Day

Female!Reader x 2000s!Eminem (Feel free to put in your own oc insert as well)

Description - Y/n, Marshall and Hailie decide to have a fun day in the snow

Warnings - A little swearing

Y/n poured the creamy hot chocolate into a festive red mug as Hailie watched with joyous eyes. The steam meandered its way out the mug looking like a smooth, white ribbon. 

“Can I have whipped cream and marshmallows too please?” Hailie asked with a small smile.

“Of course, sweetie.” Y/n replied.

Y/n topped the rich drink with a dollop of soft whipped cream and decorated it with mini colourful marshmallows. She gently slid the mug over to Hailie. The young girl’s eyes lit up with excitement as she looked down on the drink, examining every part of it.

“I think it’s best if you let it cool down for a bit. It’s quite hot.” Y/n said as she poured herself a hot cup of coffee.

“What are you making?” Hailie asked.

“Coffee.”

“But I thought you didn’t like coffee.”

“I don’t. It’s for your dad. That sleepyhead.”

Hailie giggled as she picked up a marshmallow and popped it in her mouth. “So daddy’s still sleeping?”

“Not anymore.” A groggy voice said.

Y/n and Hailie both turned their heads around to see Marshall leaning against the doorpost. His bleached buzz cut was messy and his eyes looked slightly droopy. He had a tank top on, exposing his muscular arms, decorated in meaningful tattoos. Y/n couldn’t believe just how perfect he looked, even if he just rolled out of bed.

“Daddy!” Hailie squealed as she ran over to him, reaching her hands up. 

Marshall immediately cracked into a smile as he picked Hailie up and held her in his hands. He kissed her forehead, his gaze softening at his daughter’s heart-warming giggle. “Morning baby.”

“Mummy made me hot chocolate and she made you coffee.” Hailie said as Marshall set her down.

“She did?” Marshall placed a soft kiss on her lips and placed his hands on her waist. “Thanks baby.” He whispered.

“Of course.” Y/n replied in the same gentle tone, then sharing a peck on the lips.

“Ew! Get a room!” Hailie said as her face scrunched up with mock disgust.

Hailie's response brought a hearty chuckle to Y/n and Marshall. He immediately picked Hailie up again and settled her down on the counter. Y/n linked her arm with Marshall's and leaned on her shoulder with a small smile as she watched the two people she loved the most messing around.

“Mummy! Daddy! It's snowing!” Hailie exclaimed as she pointed out the window.

“Oh, it is.” Y/n said as she looked towards the window.

Soft, cold flakes of snow were falling from the sky slowly and settling on the ground. It was only a matter of time before the snow started to fall rapidly, making a fluffy white blanket on the grass.

“Can we go play outside?” Hailie asked. “Please?” She looked up at her parents with an innocent pout and beady puppy eyes. It was enough to convince the both of them.

“Yeah, we can go.” Y/n replied. “Let's get suited up.”

Soon enough, they were all upstairs, layering up for the weather outside. All three of them were wrapped up in warm puffer jackets and thick pants, along with fluffy hats, scarves and gloves. 

“Are we all ready?” Marshall asked.

“I'm ready. Are you ready to go yet Hailie?” Y/n asked.

“I'm more ready than ever!” Hailie exclaimed as she beamed with excitement. She was energetically jumping around and clapping her hands with the widest smile ever.

“Alright, baby, save the energy for outside.” Marshall chuckled.

Hailie hurried to the front door and opened it, ecstatic to go out. Immediately, the chilly air from outside hit her face, making her freeze up and squinting her eyes. She ran outside and started jumping around again, her optimistic energy bouncing off of her. “Mummy! Daddy! Hurry up!” 

Y/n and Marshall held each other's hand as they stepped outside into the cold breeze. The snow was thick and soft immediately disappearing underneath their feet as they made their steps.

Sneakily, Hailie rolled a ball of snow in her hands. A mischievous smirk grew on her face as she hid her hands behind her back.

“You guys are slow!” Hailie exclaimed when Marshall and Y/n finally caught up to her.

“We're not that slow!” Y/n said.

“Really? Good luck chasing after me then!” Suddenly, Hailie revealed the snowball hidden behind her and threw it at Marshall’s chest before darting off with a squeal.

“Oh, what!” Marshall replied in a mock annoying tone as he wiped the snow off his jacket dramatically. “I'm so gonna get you back!”

He rolled up a big ball of snow and immediately started running after Hailie. She squealed excitedly as she ran around in circles, trying to get away.

“Mummy! Protect me!” She giggled as she ran behind Y/n. Hailie grabbed her jacket and peeked every so often to check. “I see him!” She whispered. “Hide me.”

“You got it.” Y/n replied. “Quickly, get back.”

Marshall slowed down as he approached Y/n, the snowball still in his hand. “Hey babe, you didn't happen to see Hailie, did you?”

“Nope, I think she went back inside.”

A quiet giggle came from behind Y/n as Hailie listened in enthusiastically. 

“Did you hear that?” Marshall asked.

“I didn't hear anything.”

“Guess I have no one to use his snowball in.” Marshall sighed, looking down at his hands. He then looked up at Y/n with a silly grin. “Unless…”

“No way Marshall-” But it was too late. Y/n felt a big thump on her chest as the snowball splat on her jacket and exploded everywhere.

Hailie jumped out from behind and laughed hysterically. “Mummy! You got snowballed!”

“That is so unfair.” Y/n laughed. She rushed down to grab a clump of snow and threw it at Marshall’s chest. There was barely any impact and half of it had crumbled anyway when it was thrown through the air.

“Pffft. That was pathetic.” Marshall teased.

“Well, you're asking for this… snowball fight!” Y/n exclaimed.

All of a sudden, everyone was running off, trying to protect themselves but also get a good hit of snow. They then spent their time throwing snowballs of all shapes and sizes at each other, laughing hysterically when they hit someone or scoffing dramatically when they got hit themselves.

Marshall fell back on the snow as he spread his arms and legs apart like a snowman. Hailie laid next to him and snuggled up under his arm. Soon enough, Y/n came over and laid on his other side. She rested her head on his chest, listening carefully to his heartbeat.

All three of them were out of breath as they breathed rapidly, trying to steady themselves. They all laid in a comfortable silence, letting the tiny flakes of snow delicately fall on them.

“Can we make a snowman please?” Hailie asked as she sat up.

“Sure baby, but can we catch our breath real quick?” Marshall.

Hailie got and dusted herself off. “Okay then. That's fine. But you need to hurry up! Can I quickly get a carrot from the kitchen?”

“Are you sure you can go by yourself?” Y/n asked.

“I'll be fine.” She said as she ran towards the front door and disappeared into the house.

Marshall wrapped his arms around Y/n and held her close, keeping her warm and safe from the freezing atmosphere around them.

“This is nice. Cuddling in the snow.” Y/n murmured against his lips.

“It is.” He murmured back as he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. “I love you baby.”

“I love you too.”

They continued to lay in silence, looking at each other with a soft and loving gaze. Y/n felt her heart flutter as Marshall placed a light kiss on her forehead and held her even closer, not letting any space come between them. Their limbs were tangled up with each other in a warm embrace, keeping them cosy from the chilly breeze dancing around them.

“I'm back!” Hailie exclaimed as she came running back, waving a carrot in her hand. “Come on, come on! I wanna build a snowman.”

“We're getting up, sweetie.” Y/n said as she let herself out of Marshall's grip, secretly wishing she could stay for a little longer. 

Marshall got up too and smiled at Hailie. “Alright baby, let's make this snowman.”

They started rolling up large balls of snow, struggling to keep together. With multiple failed attempts and test runs, they were able to make two large balls of snow. They were perfectly sculpted into impeccable spheres.

“One question. How do we get that snowball on top of that snowball without it breaking?” Y/n asked.

“With my strong muscles of course!” Marshall exclaimed as he flexed his arms.

Hailie facepalmed and shook her head sarcastically. “Daddy, I can only see your puff jacket.”

“It's fine, because underneath, I've got amazing muscles.” 

“Will your amazing muscles crush the snowball?” Y/n asked.

“No way, I'm very controlled.”

Marshall picked up the snowball carefully and precisely rolled on top of the other won. Surprisingly, it kept its shape and didn't crumble under any pressure.

“See, I told you!” Marshall said.

“Is this gonna boost his ego?” Hailie asked Y/n.

Y/n chuckled at Hailie's question. “Maybe.” She whispered.

“Hey, I heard that!” Marshall said, pointing his gloved finger at them.

Afterwards, the three of them set out to find twigs and stones to make arms and a face for the snowman. They gathered around and stuck the different bits on the two snowballs, giving it some expression.

“And the carrot!” Hailie said as she stuck the carrot deep into the face, truly bringing it to life.

All three of them stood back, admiring their wonderful creation.

“I can't be the only one who thinks it's a bit lopsided-” Marshall started to say, only for Y/n to playfully hit his arm and cut him off.

“Marshall, shush. Look, Hailie looks really happy about it. And that's what matters.”

They both looked over at Hailie who stepped forward and stared in awe with an adorable smile painted on her face. “I'm gonna name him Mr Icicle!” She said, turning around to beam up at her parents.

“That's a wonderful name, baby.” Marshall said. “Can we go back inside though, my toes are freezing.”

“Awww,” Hailie replied as her smile faded away. “But I wanna stay for a bit more.”

“I get you wanna stay out in the snow but me and daddy are getting cold.” Y/n said. “How about we all have a movie day and we can eat those cookies I bought the other day?”

Hailie started bouncing up and down as her smile quickly returned. “Yes! Can we watch Die Hard?”

“You wanna watch Die Hard?” Y/n asked, her voice laced with confusion.

“Yeah, me and daddy watched it when you went to work. Best Christmas movie ever!”

“Marshall…” Y/n said in a stern tone as she turned to look at her husband.

Marshall chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “It's fine. We watched the clean version.”

“Did you?” Y/n asked as turned back around to look at Hailie.

“I don't know what that means. But we're watching Die Hard! Yippee Ki-Yay motherfucker!” Hailie exclaimed as she ran to the house excitedly.

Y/n gasped as she shoved Marshall's arm. “Marshall!”

“I'm not here anymore!” He said as he ran back into the house, following after Hailie.

A/N: because I posted my last oneshot late, I wanted to do this one a little early:))

[after-the-end-times]

Shaken, not Stirred

For @steddieholidaydrabbles Prompt: Formal 🤵🏻‍♂️ Rating: T 🤵🏻‍♀️ Words: 1000 Tags: Established Relationship, Suggestive Language, Light D/s themes, Men's corsets should be more well known and popular, Steve and Eddie never leave their honeymoon phase, flirting through playing and teasing Ao3

“So, can you feel the upper middle class poshness creeping out of the shadows of your DNA? Dripping and oozing through your veins? Just waiting to take over? Go on, baby. Tell me to get off the lawn. You know you want to.” Eddie stands behind Steve, dragging his fingers down his arms as if following something spreading through his limbs.

Steve flashes him a flat look, lips quirking. “Why are you like this?”

Eddie gasps excitedly, “And there it is!”

Placing another spoon down on the extravagantly set table, Steve tries to keep his flat tone in the face of Eddie playing, “Hmm, as I recall, this party was your idea? Maybe I should make you set the table.” adding under his breath, “If only you knew where all the forks went.”

“Oh god, that’s the good stuff.” He collapses back into one of the chairs, his hand against his forehead like he’s feeling faint. Then, peeking up at Steve with an innocent and hopeful look, “How mad would you be if I swept this all to the ground so you can take me. Right here. Right now.”

Steve throws his head back, laughing. “Did you plan this fancy Christmas dinner just because you get off on me being mean? ‘Cause I think there’s easier ways we could’ve gotten there. Definitely less cooking involved at least.”

“Nope! This is just a side bonus.” He slaps his hands on his legs and rolls to his feet. “Welp! I’m gonna go get the food in the oven. Oh! Were you gonna show me how to make those napkin crowns?”

“I was thinking we’d just go with a basic tree. Crowns take time to perfect. Everyone’s showing up soon for cocktails and we still need to get dressed.” He places the final water glass with a flourish and turns in the sudden silence to see Eddie standing in the doorway, dramatic hand against his chest, eyes all big and shiny.

“Oh, don’t look so sad, baby.” He steps in to take Eddie’s hand, pressing his lips to the back of it, and says in a low, slow voice. “How ‘bout I make a napkin crown just for you and leave it somewhere private. How’s that sound, hm?”

“Hot.” He says, face slack, eyes blinking, processing when napkins became so arousing. “Confusing. But mostly hot.” Because no, it’s not the napkins, it’s Steve. Always Steve. And his competency. Oh god, playful and knowledgeable Steve is so hot.

Steve backs off, smiling, and goes to the check the bottles of alcohol on the side table, turning all the labels forward. “Tsk, if only I’d known, all those years ago, that table setting was all it took to get you all hot and bothered. Who needed all that getting to know you and learning about your interests and wooing.”

“Oooooh yeah, baby, talk etiquette to me.” he says mock seriously, stepping into the kitchen. He raises his voice to be heard over the sound of moving the prepared food from the fridge to the oven to warm. “If only you’d listed the proper course order of a menu that first time I came over. Might’ve saved us a ton of time.”

He hears Steve laughing in the next room and smiles himself. He can’t believe that the no-longer-kids Party don’t think Steve is silly, always teasing him for being so strict. One day soon, when they have kids of their own, he knows they’re going to come to some sudden realizations. But until then, he gets this Steve all to himself, in all his fun and sexy and silly glory.

He’s suddenly not sure how he’ll control himself seeing Steve in the formal wear they picked out. Oh, why did he think this fancy pants party was a good idea? Knowing how he is when he just sees Steve in a nice button down? But no, it’ll be fine with all their friends and family here as buffer. He’ll just have reign in his horn-

“What are you thinking about so hard in here?” Steve wraps his arms around his middle and Eddie suddenly realizes he’s been staring into the open fridge for who knows how long. He shuts the fridge and turns in Steve’s arms, wrapping his arms around Steve so they mirror each other.

“What else, but you, could hold my attention so assiduously?”

“Should I start listing now, so I might be done before everyone gets here?”

“Hey, I was being romantic.” He pouts at Steve’s amused smirk. “Also, I really was thinking of you. Was picturing you in that tux. How the jacket tapers and the shirt stretches and the pants-”

Steve laughs and cuts him off with a quick, hard kiss.

“Well, what about you?” He gasps against Eddie’s mouth. “I can’t believe you found a men’s corset and that it looks so fucking hot that I’ve spent the last month trying not to think about it.”

Eddie spins out of his arms and leans against the kitchen island, hands planted on the edge, eyes dark.

“Gonna ask again, what if we sweep all of this to the floor and you take me right here, right now. Hard.” He opens his eyes to the widest puppy dog eyes he has, “Please?”

With a laugh, Steve steps in close to brush a light kiss against his pouting lips.

“Such an enticing offer.” He walks off out of the kitchen and down the hall, Eddie unable to do anything, but follow. “If only Wayne wasn’t about to walk through that door and El wasn’t so excited to show off her fancy dress.”

Steve pauses outside their bedroom door, Eddie bouncing off his back. Steve turns to him and hooks a finger in his waist band, pulling him flush. “New Year’s, though. We’ll stay in, make dinner, put on our suits, and then tear them off as the clock strikes midnight. How’s that sound?”

Eddie gulps, face flushed. “Yeah. That. Let’s do that.”

[crimsonphantasmagoria]

I'm still thinking about the divide between people who think Solas was depicted as too sympathetic and people who think he was shown very unsympathetically because...both are weirdly right? Leaving aside any actual discussion of whether he's right to want the veil brought down.

In Trespasser he seems to imply that the whole world will die when the veil comes down, like what was shown in one of the potential ideas in the Veilguard artbook. That was my assumption going into Veilguard. Hence why my Solas romancing Inquisitor didn't ask to go with him! But in Veilguard, it's implied to just be some demons? Just a few thousand deaths? He fully expects at least Charter and the Inquisitor to survive. That's a wild deescalation! It actually converted me to the idea that the Veil probably should come down. It makes him way more sympathetic from minute one. Weird choice, if you wanted to make him more unsympathetic?

Then there's companions and NPCs who talk about Solas. The companions are incredibly unsympathetic to him during his memory reveals. There's basically no nuance. They even blame him for things he didn't cause, like the Elf-Titan wars. I would have expected, if we wanted to be nuanced, for there to be at least one companion who was sympathetic to his choices in each memory. But there isn't. Even the one where he puts up the veil. You know, the thing they're guarding? But also, Varric is out here actively encouraging Rook to help Solas in the regret prison. But also the Inquisitor is treated as delulu for asking if there's a way to save him. It's kinda weird.

And of course, the decision to have him kill Varric specifically to make him less sympathetic, and not to further either character's story or growth. Also, we don't find out about it for most of the game, for cheap shock value. It would have been more effective to know from the start. It also would have allowed me to make an informed decision about whether my Inquisitor should go into the Fade with him at the end in the romance, because I don't think I personally would have changed my mind if I'd known, but somebody might have.

There's also the thing about the psychology of having a secret ending, which makes people want to get that ending, but I don't think the devs will have thought of that, exactly.

Idk, maybe it was actually the perfect amount balanced. Or maybe the scales were so wildly tipped from Inquisition that there was no balancing them. At which point, it probably would have been better to try and work with that, rather than against it. But, hey, what do I know.

Frankly, if they truly wanted to make Solas unsympathetic, they should have stuck with the whole world being destroyed by the veil coming down, explained the full consequences to us directly, and given us some reasons to believe why this was definitely what would happen. I might still have sympathised with the man, but others wouldn't have once they knew that he knew that.

[average-crk-enjoyer]

it is not the end of the world if you don't have any money, diamonds or cookie cutters, or even jellies.

Y'all should also think about materials you gather, plus there's still time left ( he should be released in jan 19 after all)

Like, yes, I have to agree that you won't get millions or even hundred thousand of gems in ~30 days, but you can still save up some ( trough daily events, little by little, arena, arcade arena, guild battles I believe too)

Besides, if you haven't used the guild gacha, then it's kinda perfect, since you can get timeskips from them, and it'll help with completing missions in Shadow Milk cookie update later.

Like, yeah, you might not get all the special little decorations, but you get the cookie.

And and right now it's best to retain from spending materials too much (mainly crystals and whatnot)

As for the jellies, you could actually go for potions instead (you could go and complete the special episodes, and buy the potions from Catnip cookie.) plus a lot of gameplay actually gives you jellies.

The most important thing is patience, you'll get him either way, don't go all in on the first day.

If worst comes to worst, there's always the beast gacha, and you can save up 300+ beast cookie cutters in less than a year from various events and whatnot.

Everything was worried about my sanity when Burning Spice was coming to the game..

BUT WHAT ABOUT MY SANITY WHEN THIS THING IS ARRVING?!

I’m cooked, bruh.

[ranger-kellyn]

i love whenever i finally get the Cliques achievement in stardew bc it's rarely ever the same characters and this clique for this save file is. Fascinating

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

so this is why you dressed up nice today like fuck off

[shebsart]

howl's moving castle book but it gets faster every time sophie gets jealous over the black knob and the black suit

bonus brutal sophie:

oh my god and sophie doesn't even know she's affiliated with the Witch . miss angorian's just a random woman to her 😭

[fujii-draws]

OKAY! Chatot rant in tags below! Read at your own discretion.

[theotherbuckley]

It’s the way that Buck’s view on Tommy was so so so similar to Buck’s initial view of Eddie. Man doesn’t know how to deal with his attraction so he runs in the opposite direction and “hates” them (but can’t stop talking about them) until things finally blow up (injured Eddie —> kiss Tommy) or don’t (you can have my back any day)

[danwhobrowses]

Ashton Greymoore we need to work on your charisma because there's only so many times I can mentally yell "KISS HER GODDAMMIT" at the screen