#This is funny for me to say cause I was begging him to not abandon me completely 5 days ago

[sizzleissues]

what I’m afraid of is he’ll only come back for himself - when his life has settled. he went on about how bad the timing was for him, how he’d thought a relationship wasn’t on the cards for another few years. he brought up every obstacle constantly and in doing so made them an obstacle. he did not listen when I said I could wait. he did not believe me when I said I was fine with what he wanted. I just wanted to know he wanted it. I was ready to love him in the form that would best fit him because him loving me is all I wanted. him by my side. I don’t think a person like that life will ever settle enough for them. there will always be something they think prevents them from true happiness. can’t have it now, must wait for the perfect moment. Like a fine bottle of wine waiting for a celebration. But I’m not a bottle of wine, i cannot, I will not be put on the shelf for later. I want to live my life, with him and everyone else in it that I love. I had problems going on too but I wasn’t going to let it stop me. I knew that any time would be the right time if I made it so.

what’s worse than being shelved is not knowing whether they’ll ever return for you. Will they forgot all about me the bottle and buy a new one for their promotion celebration? Will they wait forever for a day never to come, as I collect dust. A bottle never opened, never truly enjoyed.

I say screw that. When he comes looking for me I want him to find nothing but a ring of dust. I want to be so far gone, living life with people not afraid to love. Who don’t wait to open the bottle for the perfect moment. Because people aren’t bottles - our time is finite. Enjoy it while it lasts.

[worldlxvlys]

sorry

part eight of the CRUSH series

bsf! matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: violence, mentions of blood, smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering, squirting, cursing

a/n -> read the previous part for context !!!

matt let out a dry chuckle at the pet name, “baby?” he spoke slowly, as though the word was one that only he could use when addressing me.

“um, matt…this is dylan. remember the guy i told you i was talking to?” i spoke hesitantly. matt looked him up and down, his glare never faltering as he nodded lightly.

“dylan, this is-” “matt” dylan finished for me, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone. “she’s spoken a lot about you” he told matt, “i don’t really get the hype, but…” he mumbled under his breath, earning a slap to the chest from me.

dylan was usually a sweet, well-mannered guy. i don’t know why he was acting this way towards matt, only having just met him, but i wasn’t going to allow him to speak to him like that.

“that’s funny, didn’t hear a word about you until today” matt spoke, pressing his lips together with his eyebrows raised.

dylan opened his mouth to respond, but i spoke up before he could continue, “what are you doing here dylan?” i asked. i didn’t appreciate him showing up out of the blue, knowing damn well that i already had plans. he had only been to my house one time prior, to drop me off food when i wasn’t feeling well. i would’ve texted matt, but he had already been pissed off that day, and i didn’t want to be a burden to him.

“i figured i’d come see you, make sure you were doing ok, meet this best friend you’re always on about”

“well, here he is” i smiled awkwardly, praying that dylan would just leave. he seemed like a decent guy, but the way he interacted with matt told me everything i needed to know.

“you can go now” matt stated quite bluntly. he was obviously over the situation, and i couldn’t say i blamed him. “i don’t think it’s really up to you to kick me out, it’s not your house” dylan spoke smugly. who the fuck was this dude ? he acted so differently over text than he did in person.

“if matt isn’t comfortable with you here then i’m not either” i spoke up. dylan didn’t seem to like that response, his jaw clenching as he glanced at matt.

“hmmm, that’s interesting. you didn’t have that attitude a couple days ago, you practically begged me to stay” he smirked down at me. he was just pulling things out of his ass at this point.

“i was sick and i didn’t beg you for shit. i never asked for you to do anything, you took it upon yourself to stay” i clarified, knowing he was just trying to get under matt’s skin.

“so what, now you’re ungrateful ? you got your little boyfriend back and now i don’t matter to you? you just needed someone to keep your bed warm, is that it ?” he asked.

"what are you even talking about ? i never let your weird ass in my bed” his jaw tightened at that, he was growing angrier by the minute.

“i’m talking about you leading me on. who was there for you while your buddy here abandoned you ?” dylan asked, poking his finger into matt’s chest. matt immediately reacted to the touch, slapping his hand away.

matt’s silence throughout the entire conversation was a dead giveaway of how pissed off he was. his eyes held a blank look, and i had no clue what he was thinking. all i knew was this wasn’t going to end well.

“there for me? you were there for you. you didn’t even listen to a word i was saying. if you had, you would’ve realized that i never once gave any indication that i liked you. i wanted a friend and you clearly just wanted to get in my pants.”

“be honest, if matt wasn’t standing here, you’d let me. you can deny it all you want, but deep down you know it’s true. you’d take dick anywhere you can g-” one second he was talking, the next he was cut off by a sickening crack.

i didn’t even realize matt had thrown a punch until i saw dylan stagger backwards, the sheer force of matt’s fist causing him to lose his balance.

it almost seemed as though everything was moving in slow motion as i watched matt grab him by his shirt, holding dylan up to look in his eyes. matt’s eyes bounced between dylan’s before he let out a low chuckle, “you didn’t think i was just gonna let you talk to her like that, did you?”

dylan’s nose was bruised pretty badly, blood trickling out of it as he stared at matt with a blank expression. he was trying to hide it, but it was pretty clear that he was terrified.

“tell her you’re sorry” matt spoke, pulling him to stand up straight. instead of speaking, dylan just glared at matt, refusing to follow his commands.

“do i need to say it slower for you? you can either apologize or i can give you something other than that broken nose to worry about” matt’s voice was gruff and cold, something i wasn’t used to. i’d be lying if i said i didn’t find it hot.

dylan looked down at the ground, avoiding eye contact as he muttered, “i’m sorry” in an annoyed tone. matt wasn’t having that shit.

his grip on dylan’s shirt tightened, his knuckles turning white as he got in his face once more. “look her in the eyes, and say it like you mean it.” he spoke firmly.

dylan closed his eyes in annoyance, before opening them and looking at me. “i’m sorry” he said, making it seem more believable. "great” matt spoke shortly giving him a quick push away from the doorway.

“bye” he raised his eyebrows before pushing the door shut and locking it. he turned to look at me, his hands resting on my shoulders, “are you ok?” he asked softly.

“yeah. are you?” i asked, staring at his knuckles, which were starting to bruise. “as long as you are, yeah” he spoke, his thumb gently rubbing my jaw.

i lifted my head slightly, looking into his eyes. i watched as his eyes moved around my face, observing my features. his thumb traced the outline of my lips, while his eyes fixated on them.

he blinked slowly, his mouth hanging open slightly as though he was in a trance. his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, a few strands of his hair falling into his face.

we both stayed in that position, examining each other, waiting for the other to make a move. my breath hitched when matt’s free hand slid down to my waist, rubbing the skin under my shirt.

his cool hand traveled to the small of my back, the difference in our body temperatures sending a shiver up my spine. realizing he had no intentions of making a move, i wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, pulling his lips to mine.

the sudden action pulled a low moan from matt, as he kissed back immediately. it was merely a tender brush of our lips, leaving a fluttering sensation in my stomach. i felt matt smile against my lips just before i pulled away, eyes still closed.

when i felt matt’s forehead pressed against mine, my eyes opened to look into his again. “what was that for?” he asked, his thumb running along the bare skin of my back.

“it’s my way of thanking you” i told him, grabbing the hand that was on my face and bringing it to my lips. i placed a soft kiss to his knuckles before intertwining our hands. “in that case, i think i deserve some more thanking” he smiled before placing his lips onto mine again.

the kiss went from hesitant to heated fairly quickly, matt’s hands sliding down to lightly squeeze my butt. he pulled me towards the couch, detaching our lips for a minute to pull me on top of him, before his mouth found mine again.

matt’s hand wrapped around my neck as he tilted my head back, leaving kisses to my jaw. his nose brushed against my skin as he left open-mouthed kisses down my neck. i let out breathy moans as he nibbled on the skin, his fingers sliding under the thin material of my shorts to brush over my skin.

he let out an audible groan when he felt the lack of clothing under my shorts. “no panties?” he asked, continuing to caress the supple skin under his fingers.

i shook my head shyly, a moan of surprise leaving my lips at the feeling of his finger against my bare pussy. “you’re so wet, baby. you weren’t gonna say anything?” he asked. before i could answer, he left a quick slap to my ass.

“get up for a second, pretty girl” he told me, watching as i followed his instructions, standing in front of him. “take off your shorts” he ordered, pupils blown wide as he watched me kick off my shorts.

“good. now sit on my face” he spoke, his bluntness catching me off guard. “what?” i asked, eyes widened. “i have some making up to do. so be a good girl and ride my face” he spoke, his eyebrows raised.

he moved to lay down on the couch, holding his hand out. i took his hand, crawling over him and hovering over his face. i lowered myself onto him slowly, letting out a squeal as he wrapped his arms around my thighs and pulled me down onto him swiftly.

i rested my hands on the arm of the couch, clutching onto it for dear life as his tongue explored every inch of my heat. his grip on my thighs was bruising as he lapped at the wetness that dripped out of me.

my loud moans continually filled the room as i rocked my hips against his face desperately. he swept his tongue through every fold meticulously, not leaving an inch of my core untouched.

his face was red, eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lost himself in the taste of my essence. he seemed to be in his own world, the only thing occupying his mind being his face buried in my pussy.

his hands slid to my ass, alternating between striking the skin with his palm and rubbing it in soothing circles. he went from giving me slow, languid strokes in a long stripe to quick kitten licks all over my heat.

“yes, matt! right there, holy shit” i cried out rather loudly, feeling him smirk against me. he licked and licked at my puffy lips, the pleasure shooting through me becoming almost overwhelming.

he adjusted the angle of his head, titling it forward slightly, hitting my clit perfectly with each push forward of my hips. i screamed out at that feeling, my toes curling up and eyes screwing shut.

“matt! i’m close, so close” i whined as he pushed a finger into my entrance from behind, earning a loud moan from me. “yes, matt! don’t stop, oh my god”

he plunged his finger in and out me, the sloshing of liquid accompanying it, alerting matt to what was coming. “you gonna squirt for me, beautiful? you got it, let it go baby” he muttered against me, causing my body to shake on top of him.

“fuck! yes, yes, yes” i chanted as the liquid spewed out of me, drenching matt’s face in my pleasure. shortly after, white beads of my arousal dripped out of my hole. “shit” i spoke, letting out a deep breath as i lifted myself off of matt.

“bath or shower?” matt asked, his face and hair drenched in my orgasm. “shower, i can return the favor in there” i answered as he interlocked our fingers.

“oh, no need to. that was really hot” he spoke, leaning in to whisper in my ear, “i came while you were on my face” he spoke, leaving a kiss to my cheek.

he flashed a cheeky grin at my shocked expression, before pulling me by the hand towards the bathroom.

the last way i thought this night would end was with matt being pussy drunk. not that i was complaining.

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[clangenrising]

Month 20 - Leaffall

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Despite the heavy, nearly unbearable grief over Sagetooth’s passing, Ospreymask was doing very well these days. Her wounds had all healed nicely. Things were starting to feel less dire. After the battle, SkyClan had started sending warriors to help patrol the southern border, just in case, and the Clans had reinstated the twenty-four hour patrol schedule that had been abandoned after Razor’s death. As much as the work was tiring, there were always new cats in the camp and the novelty of it was enough to brighten her spirits considerably.

It was especially nice when Pebblefall came to visit. Ospreymask had begged Russetfrond to let her patrol with them whenever they came by and he had eventually relented, seeing as offering to work wasn’t something she usually did. She couldn’t help but feel smug about it. If only he knew what she and Pebblefall got up to when they had the time to themselves, maybe then he would have second guessed that decision. 

On a breezy leaffall day, she took a good long moment to appreciate just how lucky she was as she lay sprawled against their belly in the grass, watching it wave gently over their silvery speckled fur. It wasn’t every day you found a friend like Pebblefall -- or for that matter, a friend like Branchbark, who had agreed to cover for them on patrol again. Sighing, she reasoned that they ought to get back before he got ambushed by rogues or coyotes or something, even if she’d rather keep dozing peacefully to the gentle rhythm of Pebblefall’s slumbering breaths. 

“Alright,” she said, batting lightly at their face, “time to get up, lazy bones.” Pebblefall groaned and rolled onto their back to stretch their paws as far as they could go in either direction. Ospreymask had to resist the temptation to lavish the gorgeous arc of their body with playful licks like she so often did these days. That would lead to Branchbark being on his own for another good while and she was already starting to feel guilty about how long they had been gone. 

“Do I have to get up?” Pebblefall asked sleepily, peeking at her with one eye. 

“Yeah…” she sighed again. “I think Branchbark is probably getting tired of covering for us by now.” 

“Oof,” they frowned and sat up. “You’re probably right. I wish I could thank him for everything.” 

Ospreymask laughed and said, “You could always try. Stars know he could do with a bit of stress relief.” 

“Not like that, dummy,” Pebblefall swiped at her and she bounced backwards out of their reach. 

“Why not?” she kept laughing. “You seem happy to thank me that way.” 

Pebblefall stood and stretched, glaring playfully at her as they bowed. “Thank you? What have you done worth thanking for?” 

“Um, I am generous enough to allow you to enjoy the pleasures of my body,” she huffed performatively and stood up straight as if offended. “Is that not worthy of thanks?” 

“Sounds to me like we’re gonna get stuck in a loop pretty quickly if that’s how I thank you for letting me thank you,” they snorted. Carefully fixing the nettle flowers they wore back into place behind their ear, they padded over to join her. 

“Is that a bad thing?” she purred teasingly, winding her tail around theirs.

“I guess not,” they chuckled and nipped playfully at her ear. She shook her head and they set off towards the border where Branchbark was waiting for them. 

Ospreymask hummed thoughtfully to herself as they walked, eventually saying, “You’re good with me keeping the kittens if there are any, right?” 

“Oh, yeah,” Pebblefall nodded. “I’m not in any rush to be a parent.” 

“Good, cause you would have had to pry them from my cold dead paws,” Ospreymask declared. “I’m so kitten crazy it’s not even funny.” 

“I do not understand that at all,” they shook their head. “Kits are so tiring and annoying. I can’t imagine having to carry them either, it sounds like a nightmare.” 

“No way!” she said. “They’re so much fun! Just cute little bundles of joy that love you with all their heart. It's so easy to impress a kitten, it’s the best.” She smiled, imagining little Pebblefall copies following her around and asking her questions about the world. “I’m actually really looking forward to being pregnant. I want to feel their little heartbeats and kicks and everything. It sounds absolutely magical.”

“If you say so,” they shrugged and she let that be the end of it. She was too busy thinking about the kittens she might soon have. 

Eventually, they made it to the border and found Branchbark waiting where they had left him. He looked up as they approached and let out a sigh of relief. Standing, he padded over to them looking miffed but mostly glad to see them. 

“There you are,” he said. “The next patrol is supposed to relieve us soon. I was getting worried about how I would explain where you’d gone.” 

“You can always come get us,” Ospreymask offered but Branchbark blushed and shook his head. 

“Uh, no, I don’t think so,” he fumbled out the words and Ospreymask laughed. 

“Okay, I get it. We’ll take a smaller nap next time, promise.” 

“Can’t you just, you know, not nap?” he asked, quirking a brow at her. 

“It’s tiring,” Pebblefall said. “It’d be more suspicious if we didn’t nap and the two of us came back exhausted.”

“It can’t be that tiring,” Branchbark scowled. 

“You’d know if you’d tried it,” Ospreymask gave him a playful shove and he pushed her back without any humor. She was pushing her luck and she could tell.

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” he rolled his eyes tiredly. “Let’s just make another sweep before we have to go back, alright?”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Pebblefall said with a guilty grimace. “We’ll be more considerate in the future, man. I’m sorry.” 

Branchbark sighed. “It’s alright. Don’t mention it.” He started walking, leaving Pebblefall and Ospreymask to exchange rueful glances. 

As they finished out the patrol, Ospreymask’s guilt grew in her stomach and started to writhe. Branchbark had taken Sagetooth’s death a lot harder than she had -- probably harder than anybody -- which had totally caught her off guard. She’d tried to go back to acting like nothing had happened, to replace the sadness with new joys, but it seemed like Branchbark wasn’t having as easy of a time at it as she was. And on top of it all, she had been asking him to be all alone for not inconsiderable stretches of time so she could fool around without doing anything for him in return. 

If he had asked her for a favor, she would gladly have given it to him, but he never asked for anything. She chewed her lip for the entire walk back to camp, trying to think of a way to repay him for his kindness. She was so deep in thought, she barely noticed when Pebblefall said goodbye and headed back to their own territory. 

“Hey,” Branchbark asked, a little while after they had left, “are you alright?” 

“Yeah,” she nodded, smiling immediately. “I’m fine, I’m just worried about you man. I feel like I’ve been a bad friend.” 

Branchbark pursed his lips and looked down. “No, you’re fine, I’m just… stuck in my head right now.” 

“I know!” Ospreymask cried, butting her head against his shoulder. “You’ve been so good to me lately, I wanna return the favor.”

“It’s okay,” he said, nuzzling back into her. “I don’t know what I would ask for anyway.” 

“Well, if you can think of something, just let me know, yeah?” she asked. 

“Yeah, okay,” he nodded. 

Ospreymask sighed in defeat. He wasn’t going to ask.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

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You Sacrifice Yourself for Them Part 1/3

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Pairings: Legend, Sky, Time x GN Reader

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Shit. Shit. Shiiit.

This was not how this day was supposed to go. This was not how this dungeon was supposed to go! The group calls him 'Veteran' for a reason. He's done more dungeons on his own than the lot of them combined. He's quick on his feet, able to complete the most complex puzzles like child's play, and barely breaks a sweat against the foes that lurk in every damp shadow. Anymore, dungeons are easy (too easy, maybe, compared to some of the rougher...emotionally draining parts of his journeys). 

This was supposed to be just as easy. He had no shame in bragging or flexing his skills, yet all that has officially flown out the window in a way that one could deem quite literal, actually. A quick whiz of air and an echoed shatter that would've reminded him of the wonderful sound of broken pottery if not for how horrifying it was in true comparison. No, that sound was far from exhilarating, especially paired with the image of you falling sideways like a lifeless doll, pieces of tile bouncing off your head and exploding in the air like fireworks trailed by crimson. 

Legend isn't sure if he managed to catch you in time. He probably did, but in his panic he feared you might've hit your head on the floor as if that's not exactly what already happened to knock you out in the first place. Damn floor tiles! Usually they're just embarrassing annoyances when prepared for them, but that's the problem: he wasn't. When those dangerous squares came flying at him at a blurring speed, he expected to take on the hit, not for you to shield him with your own body. What in Hylia's name were you even thinking?!

For what feels like hours but is really only a few seconds, Legend's mind runs rapidly with petrified thoughts: Are you dead? Did he just let you die for his sake? It's supposed to be the other way around if anything! He's the world's punching bag, not you. You're…too special for any of that…

"Hylia, t-that hurt..." Legend snaps out of it only when you groan, barely able to open your eyes against the blinding light of the torch - the only light in the room - which has long been abandoned behind both of you. 

"Are you kidding me?! Are you stupid or something?! What the hell were you even thinking doing that?! Do you know what could've happened if you got hit hard enough or at the wrong angle?! You could've been given a concussion, put into a coma, o-or -"

"- But it could've ruined your pretty face."

Legend’s words choke in his throat as he stares at you as if you've suddenly grown several heads...that or he has just now realized you're the biggest idiot in Hyrule, who knows? Clearly, you're still in a daze yourself, head wobbling around as you blink rapidly with pupils dilated wide. Maybe the whole concussion thing can't actually be ruled out quite yet.

"...Stupid..." Legend mumbles under his breath with a click of his tongue as he looks away from you, "...What about your face then?"

"Awww. You think I'm pretty, too?" 

He huffs instead of answering, carefully helping you up before draping your arm over his shoulders and pulling you securely against his side where he can better keep you from stumbling off into something or, Hylia forbid, trip face first into the ground, causing more damage aside from the goose egg already bruising your forehead and the line of blood dripping down it, "We need to get you to the Traveler. ‘get you fix up.”

"Huh? But what...what 'bout the dungeon?" 

"We can come back later. The treasure at the end probably isn't worth it anyways if floor tiles are what's guarding it."

You hum distantly, dropping your head directly against his without any notice to the way this makes his cheeks flare unwillingly, "...Hey Legs?"

"What?"

"Can you please not tell anyone I got beat up by pieces of floor?"

Legend snorts and pretends to think your question over, "Hmm…In light of you saving my life, I guess I can keep that promise."

"Thanks, bun."

"You know, on second thought, maybe I won't."

Sky awoke in a pleasant mood that was only made better upon remembering his current whereabouts. He had a wonderful dream about being back home during peaceful times, and while disappointed to leave such a relaxing feeling, at least he found himself still in that cozy little inn the Chain decided to stay at for the night. What was better was that it appeared to be rather early. The sun was barely shining through the window, only barely peeking over the village roofs, and the room itself was silent aside from the sound of some snoring which confirmed that the rest of his roommates were still fast asleep, thus Sky figured there would be no harm in dozing off for a few extra minutes until he hears someone else get up for the day…That was his plan, anyways…

"...Hey Sky?"

"Mmm?"

"You, uh, know there's only ten minutes until eight, right?"

In a blink of an eye, Sky shoots straight up, suddenly not feeling so tired. Rubbing his eyes and bearing through his new headache, he's horrified to confirm that you must be right. The window is now glowing in a bright gold, showing a bustling little village outside. You, yourself, are already dressed in your tunic, hair done and ready to go. Legend and Wind, who had been your other roommates last night, must follow the same status seeing as neither of them nor their belongings are here anymore. It's just you and Sky.

In an instant, he leaps out of bed, nearly tripping yet recovering as he hurries to find his own belongings which seems a lot harder to accomplish in his panicked state compared to any other day. You, meanwhile, replace his spot upon the bed, sitting down there with an apologetic look, "I would have woken you up sooner, but I wasn't sure if you were purposefully sleeping in."

"You're alright - uh, thank you for waking me up at all," Sky backtracks when he remembers he had folded his tunic under his bed, kneeling down to grab it along with the rest of his belongings stuffed under there, "Where's the Vet and Pirate?"

"Already at breakfast. Wild dropped by a little while ago to say that it would be ready soon. I'm sure the others are already digging in."

"Crap."

"I'm sure there'll be enough left for us regardless. He always makes so much whenever we stay somewhere with an actual kitchen..." Despite Sky having worn an undershirt to bed, you still feel the need to awkwardly look away as he pulls the rest of his clothes overhead, "You must have a real talent for sleeping because the rest of us woke up to a loud 'thud' and cursing...'don't think Legend will be taking the top bunk at the next inn we reach."

Fully dressed, Sky's first order of business should really be to rush downstairs instead of testing his luck with angry companions, but he takes the time to spare you a glance instead, "Why haven't you gone downstairs yet?"

The question, once thought of, weighs heavy on his mind. You just said that you awoke with the others, however you chose to stay here and risk getting in trouble yourself for tardiness rather than joining them. 

You merely shrug as if it’s of no concern, "I figured I'd wait for you. Like I said, I didn't know if you were purposefully sleeping in and I would've felt worse if I fully gambled on that, leaving you to sleep until noon and suffer Time's wrath."

Sky fidgets and stares down at his feet, although when he opens his mouth to say something, you're standing again while pushing him towards the door, "But let's not push our luck too far, alright? Time was pretty adamant about getting out of here at a decent time."

Yes, he was. He had made a strict point of that last night which is further emphasized by the fact that he is already standing at the bottom of the staircase by the time you both appear at the top of it. It appears that he was just about to make his way up to scold you, but since you've so kindly met him halfway, he can do that from here, "I assume there's a good reason for sleeping in yet again, Skyloftian?"

Sky gulps under the Old Man's glare, prepared to take on whatever punishment that will soon follow seeing as he's officially reached his limit of making the entire group late, however as quickly as he begins to dread the thought of taking on an extra watch for the night or doing a supply run with his own rupees, you're beating him to an explanation, "It's my fault, actually. I had a rough night and didn't realize what time it was until Sky woke me. If he hadn't waited for me, he wouldn't have been late so don't be too mad at him, okay?"

"That's not -" Sky's head whips towards you in surprise, however he falls silent when you give him a look that commands it.

Time hums, glancing between the two of you without much sign that he believes your lie. He has no reason to considering that Wind had already mentioned you were up and at 'em this morning. Perhaps if you had crossed his path earlier for this conversation, he would’ve been more inclined then to point this out, forcing you to confess the truth, although it’s five minutes till eight now meaning he'd be wasting time none of you have to argue not to mention he really doesn't care so long as everyone’s ready to go.

"Well, since you're both technically down here before eight, I'll let it slide this time," He narrows his eyes at you both, taking some sort of pride in how you each bow your heads shamefully, however that's the extend of it before he turns his heel, "But it's up to you to savage yourselves breakfast before Wild packs it up and I still expect you all to be out in the lobby by eight sharp, not a second later even if it means you have to go without a starting meal for today."

"Yes, sir!"

"I'm okay. Worry about the Old Man first."

"Clearly you're not fine. Your arm -"

"- I've had worst -"

"- That doesn't matter. You're still injured."

This argument isn’t going anywhere. Anyone in the group could see that, but are they brave enough to point it out? Considering the fact that they all stand by in awkward silence, probably not.

The last battle was a tough one which may be a bit of an understatement considering Time and you both walked away with some serious wounds to show for your victory. Time had been knocked in the head by a Moblin club, thrown backwards where he then laid unconscious for several moments only to awaken with a gash in the club’s former place, although still a far less visible injury compared to yours. You didn’t miss the way Sky kept gagging when helping you back into camp, unable to so much as glance at the terrible result of a Lizalfos sword slicing through your arm. Provided the extent of these soon-to-be scars, everyone would expect (and hope) that the two of you would be eager for Hyrule’s healing magic, however they were quickly proven otherwise. 

“So? I’ll live.”

“Not without medical attention.”

“I’ll take a potion.”

“I thought you didn’t have any left?”

You curse to yourself before sticking your nose into the air with a stubborn change of subject, “You know, last time I checked, a head injury is a lot more serious than a simple cut!”

Time ignores your claim, feeling his face grow warm in irritation (or maybe that’s due to the fresh blood dripping down from his hairline), “You call that ‘a simple cut’?”

You merely shrug, readjusting the crimson cloth you currently press to the nasty slice that parts your skin directly down from your shoulder into your bicep. It no doubt burns like the fires of Death Mountain which you don’t hide despite your persistence in turning down any aid. Your face is scrunched into an expression of pain, a hiss leaving your hips whenever you move the cloth or your arm in any way, yet you still meet Time’s eyes with no sign of budging.

“Twilight, tell him he’s being ridiculous!” 

The poor farm boy leaps in place when you both end up turning his way. Although not another word is said by either of you, he understands that voiceless command of Time’s stone cold glare: he isn’t to say a word - not a word - that could be taken as a form of agreement towards your cause. He’s to be a good boy and point out that your arm isn’t going to fix itself, thus you should be the first to be tended to by Hyrule. Of course, he cares about your wellbeing and would definitely side with his mentor and his intimating ways if not for how the older male sways side-to-side with the wind, clearly struggling to maintain himself as the effects of a serious concussion start to take its toll on him.

“...(Y/n)...does have a point..." Twilight mumbles, gulping when Time’s glare darkens.

Thankfully for him and all the others who stand by with their heads down, including little Hyrule who’s been stuck between you both too fearful to make a peep, Warrior has finally had enough of this, officially having no problem taking charge with his annoyance made clear through his stern voice, “The longer you both argue about this, the longer you both go without medical attention, so please, for the love of Hylia, will one of you just swallow your damn pride and let Hyrule do what he needs to?”

There’s no instant reaction, neither of being too eager to see Warrior’s very valid point, however after glancing at you once more and noticing how tightly you’re holding onto your arm, Time sighs at long last, resulting in a chorus of others to follow, “...Fine. I’ll go first.”

This satisfies you, allowing you to relax your muscles and focus on keeping that cloth pressed to your arm while Hyrule begins working his magic to fix Time’s own injury, although as always, the Old Man has to have the last word, shoving his pouch towards you with a grumble, “At least take a red potion in the meantime. It should dull the pain.”

Thankfully, you don’t argue as he feared you would based on your initial hesitation. Instead, you huff, but ultimately dig through the pouch to locate the bottle which you pop the cork off of dramatically, “Fine.”

[queenofwandsl]

The astrology of Fiftey Shades of grey 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡⋆࣪

i'v been thinking about their astro placements and after watching the series i think i know it! keep reading..

christian grey : SCORPIO SUN and Venus, Capricorn Rising & moon, LEO MARSSS!!! libra mercury.

although his birthday in the show says that he's a gemini but in my opinion he's scorpio, cause if he's a gemini he will be talkative, funny, playfull and his personality is shown but if u know this men u know damn well he's ain't that ���� he's quiet, secretive, mysterious.. and that's all an scorpio sun traits. it's probably in his 10th

Capricorn Ascendant cause he hides his love life and people who romantically involved with ( 8th leo ) but since mars is there it's making it more sexually and about His sexual desires, also he's very successful and Workaholic, Saturn rules his first house so he faced difficulties at the beginning of his life, specifically in childhood ( moon conj rising )

LOL the cap moon do i even need to explain ? the first thing that made me immediately think that he's a cap moon besides his childhood, is his avoidance to physical touch & affection, cap moons grew up in harsh environment, they didn't see any love or hugs in a fact the opposite way, that's why he finds a hard time to show love or even let anybody touching him.. and it's in the in 12th house cause he hides his feelings & traumatic childhood

Not understanding feelings and giving them importance, bad relationship with mother and women ( bad moon placement )

he doesn't love love or relationships, doesn't want to involved with anyone , in a fact he didn't let any girl near to him unless it's 🔞

SCORPIO VENUS cause he's possessive and obsessed, jealous, controls his partner, toxic past relationships/ environment, why he loves to torture and hurt women & finds pleasure in it. doesn't communicate right

Leo mars explains the BDSM, men with leo mars Love to be dominant especially in Bed! He prefers young and innocent women, Innocence turns him on, He likes the idea of being sexually tortured, And to make his partner desire him intensely, and also making them beg and cry during 🔞 He is controlling and does not accept the idea of him being obedience and submission. He prefers to hit and slap in full areas, He loves the idea of his partner being completely submissive to him and blindly obedient... and being in the 8th make him OBSESSED WITH IT + gives alot of gifts to her.

Anastasia Steele : Pisces sun & mars, cancer rising, leo moon, Aquarius veuns.

because the sun loses her shine in Pisces it makes her not really an strong personality or " not shown" and that what drown christian to her cause he feel he has the " power " over her & can control her, she's sensitive, emotional, love books and like to read and also so dreamy!

the pisces mars give her that " shy innocent angelic girl " vibes and very feminine, Marilyn Monroe used to have this impression about her until now, and her Mars is Pisces. also it's explains why she is " Submissive " and No, I am not saying that Pisces Mars are submissive. Pisces Mars role in the relationship specially 🔞 depends on the desires of the other party ( 8th libra ) They often prefer people who are physically stronger and dominant than them.

Leo moon cause she's super affectionate and romantic, also they will have 8th synastry and that's another story 🤣 she's touchy with him, she wants to be in " romantic relationship " with him not just s*x ! she shows her love & care to him and that's what leo moon do when they are in love,

and she made him to let off of his personality and be more like her ( 8th synastry) + he hurted her sometimes emotionally and physically cause of his mars conj to her moon in the 8th. and also 8th moon synastry makes the emotional needs hidden or " not allowed " to show and that's what literally happened. and to order to make it out the first house needs to d'e. and that what happened he He abandoned himself and his personality to be with her.

Aquarius veuns cause she likes the casual dating and doing things together ( like going to the movies/ shopping together) air signs specially veuns and moons they like to get to know the person more and spending time together rather then the sexual things, they like enjoying the time u have together! She is also socially intelligent and knows to communicate right unlike him ( scorpio sun and mercury).

that's it we reached to the end of the post i hope u guys like and enjoy my Analytical ! also leave ur thoughts about it & do u agree?

xoxo.

[pinazee]

Black and Tan: A Crime of Fashion

The MELANIE LYNSKY episode! (Or at least thats what i call it. upon seeing her on screen for 0.2 seconds i knew she was going to get pretty big. She’s such a phenomenal actress.) I honestly lowkey shipped her with shawn. She was so sweet and i feel like it brought out some of the sweet in shawn too. Shes also a character i wish would come back one day, like they do a murder mystery movie and they’re on her yacht or something idk shes really good friends with them all still, they could make it happen :)

Lassie has given up. He has resigned himself to his fate that Shawn will always be up in his shit for the rest of eternity.

LOOK HOW MUCH FUN DULÉ IS HAVING HERE! OHMYGOD HE FUCKING KILLED ME IN THIS EP!

why am i surprised he knows the name of the model in downtown Santa Barbara and is a huge fan? Im starting to see why Gus is single. He gets way too obsessed, but also, Shawn wasn’t kidding when he told that one chick he was willing to change everything about himself. This also adds a nice layer to Gus’s character because we see part of him wants that exclusivity and prestige. He wants to feel like someone others admire, which is brilliantly contrasted with Shawns more down to earth not really caring what others think vibes.

And speaking of contrasts, i love this bit; not only because its funny, but because it feels like a great metaphor for how shawn and gus approach life. Gus is trying so hard to win and Shawn doesn’t care and the outcome is the same.

And i think its so funny whenever Gus gets so obsessed with whatever world their exploring hes pretty much useless and Shawn has to be the rational one.

Every once in a while psych will do this POV shot in shawns perspective thats not being used to point out a clue and i think its really cool. I wish they would have done some more like it because its such a great way to show how shawns constantly aware of his surroundings even when he’s not on a case.

And this was brilliant! It has to be one of the best psych-outs in all of of Psych! Fucking legendary!

And this was brilliant too!

I felt so bad for shawn, playing middle man between henry and karen (which is the most unprofessional thing shes done haha), but it gave henry and shawn one of their best scenes at the end when henry is practically begging shawn to understand, like you can almost sense that he wants to confess right there that it was maddie who abandoned the family not him (or maybe im seeing that because i know its the truth. 🤷‍♀️) and shawn just doesn’t want to deal with it. Its interesting that henry was dragging shawn into it though, like he was using it as a way to see if shawn was okay with it now, cause otherwise he could have asked his friends right? It didn’t have to be shawn.

Honestly it shouldn’t have been. He knew it made him uncomfortable and he kept telling him to stop asking, but like always henry pushed it.

(Oh and also this kind of adds to the mystery of how well karen and henry know each other because she seems keenly invested in it, plus, when her friend told her he left a message she said that sounded like henry. So she must know him well enough that she can say this casually. Sidenote: that moment karen opens the door and Shawn looks horrified was priceless!)

Lastly, its interesting that shawn is proud to have never been in therapy when his mom is a psychologist. I feel like she would have instilled in him a better understanding of what therapy does and that its not something to be ashamed of. Likely the writers just hadn’t figured out maddies profession yet, but still.

P.S Everyone look at his jaw!

[offbrandkyoya]

84 mamas boy

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Scaramouche wakes up after sleeping for 20 minutes. He doesn’t make a sound and looks to the side where you sat, looking at your phone.

“Yn.” He calls for you and immediately you put your phone away. “Scara!” You hold onto his hand that’s close to you. “How are you feeling?” “Okay I guess…” He closes his eyes. “Did…my mom really show up?” You bit your lip but nod. He sits up and brings his knees up to his chest. “Did she say anything to you?” “N-No, she didn’t show after what happened.” You respond, sitting onto his bed. “Figures.”

“Scara, I really am sorry. She had no right to set you up like this! That’s not how mothers are!” He nods. “You know what’s funny?” “Hm?” You tilt your head and he smiles sadly. “She wasn’t so bad. She’d sing me to sleep when I was a baby and even as a toddler. I had nightmares easily and her singing always calmed me down. I thought she did love me but she left and I started to hate music with all being and ended up not singing anymore.” You place a hand on his back and he looks at you with a smile, placing his free hand onto your cheek.

“But music led me to you and I’m grateful for that. I love you so much, Yn.” You giggle and kiss his lips. “I love you too. I’m happy to have met you.” He nuzzled his cheek onto yours which makes you laugh. You grab hold of his face and bite his cheek causing him to yelp. Then, wraps his arms around your torso and tackles you down on the bed. You scream as he goes to “munch” on your stomach. “Ah! Scara don’t eat me!” You yell in between laughs as he continues to munch all the way up to your collarbone.

His “bites” transform into kisses and he planted many onto your skin. You couldn’t help but giggle since they tickled. Scaramouche hovers over you and kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck and you feel him bring your legs up. He deepens the kiss and your starting to feel the heat. However, before you guys can move any further, there’s a knock on the door. “Go away!” Scaramouche quickly yells then goes back to kissing you. The person knocks on the door again and he gets irritated.

“I’m having sex!” “Scara!” You screech with a red face. You push his face away and crawl out the bed. He whines but doesn’t stop you and lays down. You open the door but gasp and immediately close it shut. Scaramouche sits up in confusion. “Who is it?” You turn to him in fear. “Ei.” His eyes widen and he freezes up. His heart and mind start to go crazy. “I…” His voice cracks. You smile gently and say, “I’ll tell her to go away. Everything’s going to be fine.”

Scaramouche was a deer in headlights. He wanted to speak but all he did was stare. You turn back around and open the door. “Can I help you?” You ask with no emotion. Ei looks down at you with uncertainty. “I want to talk to Scaramouche.” “I’m sorry but he can’t right now.” You say and go to close the door. However, she grabs the door to make it stay open. “I really want to talk to him.” “Why? So you can hurt him again?”

Ei stays quiet and you scoff. “Goodbye.” “Please.” She begs but you weren’t having it. “No. He doesn’t want to see you.” “It’s important. He’s my son.” “I know.” You’re so angry at this woman but you have to control yourself so that you don’t cause your boyfriend to panic. Ei takes a peek inside and Scaramouche avoids any eye contact from her.

“Scaramouche, I know you hate me and you have every right to but I can give you the answers you want. Let me explain myself.” Scaramouche doesn’t say a word. He sits still on his bed, eyes staring hard at the floor. “Please.” Ei try’s again. Finally, he gains the confidence to look into his mothers eyes. “I hate you.” He blurts out in a squeaky voice.

Ei looks at him sadly. “I don’t care what your excuse is.” He grips onto the sheets. “I don’t need you.” “I know that.” “Do you? You don’t even know me! By blood, I’m your son but you really aren’t my mother! My mother wouldn’t abandon me and leave me to rot!” Ei takes a step forward but you move right in front of her to prevent her from fully coming in.

“I had no choice!” “Oh really? So you didn’t have a choice in finding me and purposely make me join a stupid band?!” Ei takes in a breath. “Scaramouche, I really didn’t want to leave you.” “If you didn’t then you wouldn’t have.” Scaramouche gets off and walks up to you both. He stands close to you, placing an arm around your shoulder. “At the end of the day, I don’t need you.” You nod.

Ei looks down. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to suffer alone. All I wanted was for you to be happy. I did want to be with you but I was young at the time and I couldn’t take care of you anymore. I wasn’t mentally well as my sister, your aunt, died. I was scared that I’d take it out on you and make you suffer. I’m so sorry.” Scaramouche doesn’t respond. “I’m happy to know that Ajax was there for you.” ‘Ajax?’ Question marks appear around your head.

Ei then looks at you with a soft smile. “I’m glad you found someone.” You jump and look at him, unsure on what to say. He doesn’t look back. He stays looking at his mother. “I feel relieved knowing you found people in your life. Again, I’m sorry and you really don’t have to forgive me. I wanted you to go back to loving what you love most. I didn’t want me to be the sole reason you stopped singing. Despite all hardships you endure, you have every right to never give up on something you enjoy.”

Scaramouche looks to the side. “I love you, I really do. I’m sorry.” He sighs and looks at Ei. “Leave. Don’t come near Yn or anyone of my friends.” Ei nods and bows. “I’m glad knowing that you listened.” She straightens herself. “Quit. I didn’t think your manager would do cruel things.” “You know?” You couldn’t help but ask. She nods. “Yes but it’s too late. She’s kept things from me and I wasn’t able to stop her tactics.” You hummed. “You’re a big celebrity, well, used to be but if you come out about what went behind the scenes then…”

You gasp and turn to your boyfriend. “Quit! Tell everyone to quit! If you quit then your mom-“ You shake your head. “I-I mean Ei can come forward to the public about what happened! You guys won’t have to deal with this anymore!” Scaramouche looks at you a bit amazed. “That’s…” He sighs, “There’s no proof.” You frown, “Oh.” “But,” Scaramouche leans to your ear and whispers something. Your eyes widen. “That’s risky.” You mumble but he gives you a nod. “It’ll work.”

He tilts his head towards Ei and you nod, turning fully to her. “Ei, will you be able to do a favor for us?” She smiles and nods. “Anything.” You pump up a fist. “Then it’s settled! We’ll end this once and for all!” Scaramouche crosses his arms and glares at the woman. “For the record, this doesn’t mean I forgive you. I’m allowing this because of Yn.” Ei nods again. “I understand.” He glares at her once more before looking at you.

You start to feel bad for dragging his mom into this but if you bring it up to Scaramouche, he’ll probably tell you that you’re overreacting and being silly. “I’ll take my leave.” She says, bows, and walks off. You notice Scaramouche take a small glance at her before looking back at you. He catches you staring and furrows his brows. “What?” You smile and peck his lips. “Nothing.” He blushes and turns his head away due to being flustered. You giggle then slowly a frown makes way on your face.

“What’s wrong?” He asks right away, placing a hand on your arm. “I’m worried that the plan won’t work.” “It will.” He says and kisses your cheek. “We won’t have to deal with that bitch anymore and I can be able to spend with you more.” You gain a small smile and lean your head onto his chest. “I trust you.” “I trust you too.” If it doesn’t work then 5WIRL will continue to be stuck in an endless cycle forever and you will do anything to prevent that from happening.

- guys..this is the LONGEST I’ve been sick for 😭

- like usually I last 2-3 days BUT NO ITS BEEN A WEEK

- idk how long I can go on 💔💔💔💔💔💔

- anyways I’m rushing to finish this smau I’m starting to hate scaramouche (/j)

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[rememberwren]

Okay, broke out the laptop to scream in your ear about some things I thought were really special about Skin Deep.

First of all, Simon's characterization. GODDAMN. Like you really know how to write him, how he goes more quiet and brisk the more nervous he is. So, so sexy, the way that Reader doesn't pick up on his vague cues that he likes her, but we alllll know what's happening. Nervous Ghost and don't-care Ghost are so similar, but you managed to convey the tiny details that made it thrilling to read.

The way you wrote him raising and lowering his mask was hot af. I could picture it every time, his little hidey place to help him feel less exposed to the hot girl looking at him with those eyes.

The descriptions of him being efficient and good at what he does -- SWOON. Big man with confident fingers make brain go BRRRRR

The subtle green flags throughout were just lovely. Watching her safely to her car. The way he abandons his usual silence to give her a bunch of info when she's nervous over text. The breaks, the modesty towels. Funny how it's so much more tempting to uncover yourself for someone who helps you stay covered. You just get it, Wren. You just get the nuance of attraction, and it shows.

When he insisted on that break, I KNEW. I LOVE guys jerking off in fics, you know why? Cause that shows they're not coercive. They fully understand that their sexual desire is their own job to manage, and it's just a thing they take care of because we're all adults here. HOT HOT HOT.

The attention to hygiene/contraception was super hot going hand-in-hand with grungy, cigarette loving Simon.

LOVED the part where Reader was trying to entice him to touch, and he wasn't understanding what she meant. That was so cute and funny.

Nipple play, ofc. Surprisingly rare in fics without lactation kink. Extra special to me.

He takes one of your thighs and wedges it between his own, until you’re no longer grinding against his cock but instead his denim-clad thigh. “You the kind of girl who can cum like this? Just from this?” 

This made me stop and paste it in a note for my review, because WOW. I've never read anything like that before. *I'm* not someone who can enjoy that particular position, so every time it comes up in a fic it takes me out of immersion and my thumb is braced to scroll to something farther down that I can relate to. But for some reason, him just being aware of different styles of anatomy and knowing to ask that, allowed me to stay in it.

Three fingers!!! Again, so RARE but (imo) so considerate when writing massive dudes. *I* don't write three fingers very often, because I feel like there's this stigma about it, that no one else shares my feelings that it's actually a helpful option ahead of sex with like a 6'4" dude. So seeing you write it was like... wow. I'm being a lil bitch about this, I should just write what I fucking want, look at Wren, she's doing it.

“Alright,” he laughs, pulling his fingers free and wiping the wetness on his cock. “No need to beg.” 

No need to beg?!? TEARS OF JOY -- this is just so much hotter than the ick I get when they do make Reader (me) beg. Just the zero-pressure interactions here were gorgeous.

The realism of him pushing past the limitations Reader thought she had of her own body was extra special.

The position keeps the penetration blissfully shallow (otherwise he might give your cervix a painful beating)

*pounding my fists on the table* YES YES YES when you're with big dudes, you learn real quick which positions are the best (shallow!!)

His zero-pressure approach to her pleasure, specifically when she says she can't finish a second time and he's just like, “If you can’t, then don’t,” GGHGHDSIODFDOS HOTTTTTT "if it happens it happens, but I'm just going to keep touching you like this for as long as I feel like, okay?" PINNACLE SMUT for me. Elite of the elite.

“Not sure I want you to cum now,” he says. “Hold it. I’m thinking it over.” 

I had to go back and read this like four times because I didn't grasp at first that he was joking. I was just like, "Oh, okay, already doing orgasm control, hmm okay." And then was so confused right after hahahahaha

Aww the asking her out right after fucking is so good and sweet, and a wonderful way to cement his character in everyone's minds.

Just WOW. I'll be coming back for rereads of this.

This ask was such a treasure, YOU are such a treasure. You need to be put inside a safe, a lockbox, behind a tripwire or SOMETHING. I could not find you more endearing right now. Thank you for seeing nuance in this when I felt like there wasn't any. You're an incredible writer and it shows even in the way you read.

[believesthings]

Not Just A Girl - Chapter 8 // Jason Sudeikis x Reader

Damn technology. You almost, almost managed to sneak to London to surprise him. Though you would have very much enjoyed seeing his reaction upon finding you waiting for him after finishing his day, this turn of events works just as well. He really should be on set so you make a mental note to remind him of that – after wrapping yourself up in his arms. You try to contain your fidgeting while waiting for the plane to taxi to the gate, and then again in the slow progression to disembark.

And again there’s Customs. You repeat the mantra you had taken up as soon as you’d read the text from Jason telling you he was going to meet you at the airport. You will not run through Customs. You will not run through Customs. God. What a photo op that would be. American actress body slammed trying to bypass security. Imagine Todd’s face when he read that headline… oh he would be furious. He’d never let you travel alone again, that’s for sure. 

You know you have a silly smile on your face when you finally get to the Customs counter, but you don’t care. Somewhere in this airport Jason is waiting for you.

The agent gives you a stern look after studying your passport. Your smile falters as you panic internally. Surely nothing is wrong with your paperwork. She speaks and finally an ever so slight smile cracks her stony expression, “You pair have caused a commotion out there.” She motions to the approaching security guard, “He’ll take you on from here.” Oh goodness. Your thank you comes out accompanied by a sigh of relief.

You hear the hum of the crowd long before you round the corner and emerge from through the closed doors to see the mass of people waiting beyond. Your eyes quickly find their target, locking onto the gorgeous man now dazzling you once again with a look of pure joy.

You’re having a flashback to the night of the awards show – tuning out everyone and everything around you – security, fellow travelers rushing onward, and bystanders alike. Unlike that night, this time you’re still in control of your limbs. You manage to shuck your bag between the moments in which you see him and when you’ve propelled yourself across the space between the two of you and into Jason's waiting arms.

You mumble out one word before kissing him: “Surprise!” Your surroundings slowly come back into focus. When you settle back onto your feet you bite your lip, now sheepish at your display of affection in such a public space.

Jason keeps his arms held around you in a loose embrace. “It was quite the surprise. I think Theo caught my reaction on his phone if you’d like to see it later.”

You nod, then remember that your phone is in your bag that you abandoned in the floor behind you. You take a step away from Jason to turn and find the security guard holding your bag with an amused expression. “Um, thank you. I do have another bag that we need to go claim, Jase.” You add the afterthought while you shoulder your bag again.

The two men exchange nods before the security team leads the way to baggage claim. Jason waits to take your hand in his before the pair of you follow close behind. You form quite the procession walking through the airport. “I can’t believe you just flew eleven hours to see me…” He says.

You stop as though to turn around, “Well I can always go right back, d’you think the plane is still there?” Jason looks back at you, "Ha Ha. very funny." Your feet are firmly planted and you show no signs of continuing to move forward. Jason pulls you close to him, still having your hand intertwined in his own. Placing a kiss on top of your head, you hear him murmur, "Don't you dare. I've been counting down the hours until I could see you again. I'll have to chase you down to your gate and beg you to stay." You wrap your arms around his middle and tell him, "Well, I have the time since the read through got delayed for a week… I would just be sitting there trying to find things to fill my schedule in the meantime. I know you’re working though so we can do dinners or something. Speaking of which, you should get back to set. I’ll find a place to stay that’s close by and…”

Jason cuts you off, “You don’t have a hotel yet?”

“Last minute trip. Just got off the plane. Someone was supposed to be at work so I could get settled and changed before surprising him.”

He pulls your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles. “But I found you out.”

“Yes, you did. I should have enlisted Theo too – to help distract you until I arrived at least.” You give your head a quick, exasperated shake.

Jason cuts his eyes at you, raising an eyebrow with interest. “Too? How many people did you include in this little plan?”

“I asked Brett to keep tabs on you. Which is why I know that since it isn’t raining out there, you, sir, should be at work.” You sidestep to bump your shoulder into him.

“I will go back to finish the day. But, come on, did you really expect me to not come see my girl?”

You try to calm your insides at the sound of Jason calling you his girl. “Oh I’m thrilled that you did. Since my plan fell apart I may pout a bit later… when you’re not standing there. I think, perhaps, the airport might have appreciated a little notice though.” You take a moment to smile at the onlookers and security surrounding you now that you’ve made it to baggage claim.

Jason releases your hand to loop his arm around you and pull you close to him so your back ends up resting against his chest. He wraps his arm across your body and clasps his hand onto your shoulder. Rather than awkwardly try to loop your hands over his you hook your hands in the crook of his elbow. After a moment of both of you staring at the many other travelers also waiting for their bags you feel him rest his chin atop your head. When he mutters you can feel the motion of his words, bringing a smile to your lips. “Which bag are we looking for? The dark blue one?”

Right. Watching for your bag. “Yep. Hmm good memory. The black one is still back in L.A.” You don’t dare nod your head for fear of changing the stance the pair of you have taken up. The security guards have created a sort of bubble around you. The ebb and flow of sound as people carry on with their lives starts to lull you into a trance. How long have you been up now? The nap you had on the plane didn’t help all that much.  

Standing there watching for your luggage Jason speaks quietly, almost to himself. “You know… You could stay with me. If you wanted.”

You don’t immediately reply. Your brain and heart take up opposing stances – caution! says one, fuck caution! says the other - and are screaming at each other full force. Your body’s vote, while duly noted by both parties, is cast aside for the time being. It’s been awhile – hence your body’s insistent YES. Not to mention that it’s Jason.

The whole point of flying here was to see him. Following that line, staying with him makes sense. Of course you had packed assuming you would be staying in a hotel nearby - cute clothes for adventures around town and the like, but your suggestive sleepwear sat tucked away in the bag back in L.A. You’re trying to remember what exactly you did pack.

Really though, staying with him doesn’t necessarily mean that anything more would happen. When you were in the states, the evenings always ended with Jason either dropping you back at your hotel or sending you home by car. Attraction wasn’t the issue… respecting boundaries? Confidence?

But how long have you been arguing point and counterpoint with yourself? Oh God – oh – say something. Say something! Say anything!

“Did you hear me? You ah - don’t have to stay with me – if you prefer to stay at a hotel…” Jason gives your shoulder a light squeeze when you don’t immediately reply. You return the squeeze to him via your grip on his arm.

Well, your hands respond to commands at least.

“Y-es.” Ok so your voice does work. And your brain and mouth did communicate a stuttered affirmative reply, but did he hear you? He’s squirming.

Jason releases your shoulder and shifts so he is no longer resting his chin on your head. He is talking faster now, apparently as flustered as you are by his muttered invitation. “I mean, I have a guest room.”

The pair of you have now taken a step apart. You turn to look up at him. Of course you’re going to stay with Jason. You adore this man, and well – he offered. “Shush. I said yes.”

His faltering quickly changes to delight. He plants a kiss at your hairline before looping his arm back over your shoulder. “Excellent. Now, let’s find that bag of yours.”

You nod, once again turning your attention back to the baggage area. You are first to spot your bag but he refuses to let you carry the thing. He makes a show of picking up your bag. “Did you pack books?”

It doesn’t really weigh all that much. You were able to carry it just fine even with the added burden of your shoulder bag. You’re really starting to notice how very tired you are but still manage to smile during your reply, “Nope, bricks.” While Jason is finishing out his day you plan on resting.

“Yes, of course, the essential items when traveling.” He snags your hand in his again. “I’ll drop you by my place. The rest of the day shouldn’t take too long. Everyone was talking about wanting to see you, too, at some point during your visit. I told them I’d consider sharing.” He is sizing you up as the pair of you walk with security out towards his car.

You nod slowly, “Sharing is good. I plan on planting myself somewhere comfortable for a few hours first.” After sitting for so long on the plane it is amazing that you’re craving being seated again.

He may have said he was going to just drop you off, but Jason takes his time showing you around his place. The fourth time he apologizes for ‘the mess’ you pinch his arm. Recalling the papers that had previously been strewn across your desk and the usual state of your hotel room Jason's place is tidy – it just appears lived in.

“I’m the one that should be apologizing. I’m the one that is crashing.” You reach up to pull him gently to you and kiss him, letting your lips linger near his. “Now please, quit stalling. I promise I won’t disappear while you’re gone.”

He makes sure you have a cup of tea in your hands before he leaves. “If you get bored and can’t rest you’re welcome to look through my books or movies to keep yourself busy."

 You merely nod in response. Tempting as it is, you weren’t kidding about planting yourself somewhere while you waited. Once he leaves you don’t even bother opening either of your bags that were placed in the guest room, opting instead to curl up on the sofa.

You don’t remember closing your eyes but you must have. You awaken to the sound of Jason's arrival and soft greeting, “Hey."

It takes you a second to remember where you are. You stretch as he pauses to flip a switch to illuminate the darkening room. He is watching you with interest while you are stretching. Oh boy – how long are these sleeping arrangements going to last? You distract yourself from your body’s reaction by scooping up the now empty mug to carry it into the kitchen. Jason watches you from the main room. “I guess you didn’t get the text telling you that I was done for the day.”

“Ha – no. My phone is still in my bag. All the energy I had was used up drinking the tea. After that I was dead to the world until you walked back in the door.”

“Are you up for seeing everyone tonight? They said they’d understand if we wanted to do something on our own but I promised I’d mention it.”

A short shake of your head accompanies your reply. “I’m not here to alter any plans you’ve already made, Jase. And I’m good, now. I would like to change though. If we’re going out I’d like to not smell like I’ve been on a plane all day.”

He follows you as far as the study before turning off. “I’ll be in here when you’re ready.”

The sleep certainly helped but the shower makes you feel normal again. You examine your reflection in the mirror. . Everett was right to push for this hairstyle for Mia's character, it looks good on you.

You find Jason still in the study, hip deep in letters but something else has him occupied. Jason's gaze is fixed on the computer monitor. and he does not look happy. “You’re frowning. Forget whatever you’re looking at and find something happy.”

He nods before pulling his eyes away from the screen. The frown creases immediately disappear when he looks at you, “What I’m looking at makes me happy, it’s the stolen private moment and comments attached that make me frown.” He holds out his arm to wrap around your waist once you cross the room. You lean into him while you peer around at the screen to link an image to his words. A whole slew of pictures of the pair of you at the airport are pulled up on the screen. No comments are visible at the moment, just picture after picture of the exchange between the pair of you at the airport.

“Oooh I like that one, we look like we’re dancing.” You bend to point to one of the images on the monitor and feel his hand slip from your waist down over the curve of your hip. If he does actually want to go out tonight his fingers need to stop edging along the rim of your jeans. 

 “I like your expression in this better.” The photo had been taken just as you had reached Jason after getting through Customs.

You stand again, moving to trace along his collar bone. You smile as you reply. “I think you just enjoyed the greeting.” His hand shifts from your hip to the center of your back and up along your spine. 

He nods, not even trying to refute the statement. “Very much. Enough of the photos though. Time for me to enjoy the real thing in front of me. Ready to go?” 

You nod. In more ways than one, you think.

A half dozen or so of the cast and crew are gathered at the table in the corner of the restaurant when you and Jason walk in. It is pretty much the same small group that you had gotten to know back in LA. After allowing greetings to occur Theo pounces to show you the clip he had captured of Jason reacting to the news of your arrival. The start of the video is jumpy and you can hear Theo singing Fly Me to the Moon. “…Fill my heart with song. Let me sing forever more. You are all I long for. All I worship and adore…”

He’s actually doing a pretty good impression of Sinatra. You give him a thumbs up and gratefully accept the drink that Jason has already magically snagged for you. In the video Jason is waving him off while laughing, “Alright. Yes. I told her about the singing.”

Theo is talking still while you are watching the video. “You know if you had let us in on the surprise we would have helped keep it from him. Sometimes it takes a village…” Everyone nods in agreement while arranging themselves again at the table. 

“Yes that did occur to me, afterwards.” You drop into the empty seat Theo guides you to so you can keep your eyes on the video. Jason pulls his chair closer to watch as well.

On screen Jason has tilted his head and is looking at his phone oddly. “She’s saying it’s too loud there but Brett said it was going to be a quiet day on set.” You know what’s coming as Jason had already explained how his curiosity interfered with your plans. Jason studies the screen to his phone before typing quickly all the while maintaining a muttered one sided conversation.

“Brett isn’t replying now. Maybe I can… hmm. Ok, that’s confusing…  That can’t be right. Maybe the timestamp is wrong. But then there are others… Oh.” You smile when Jason just about drops his phone and shouts. Theo jumps, thereby making the video bob and weave. “She’s on her way here! She’s on a plane! She’s…” He messes with the phone a bit more before he checks his watch. “I can make it there to greet her if I leave soon… Surely they’ll let me go get her if I promise to come back…” The video is unsteady while Theo tries to pursue him through various hallways.

Jason is laughing at himself. “I’m afraid I startled our crew when I found her. I was fully prepared to beg and barter but all I had to do was ask to leave for a bit.”

Theo responds. “Pretty sure everyone on set heard your excitement – and honestly man, no one wants to say no to the man barreling at them with such an intense look on his face.” Theo waves his hand at the still playing video.

Just before the clip ends the room spins so that Theo is the one that is on screen. “… And there he goes – off to the airport… NO SPEEDING!”

You hand Theo back his phone and glance at Jason. “You were there waiting for me. Apparently there was plenty of time.”

“For the record, I didn’t speed.”

“Of course not.” Theo responds pressing his hand to his chest briefly before then waving it down the table towards Jason.

"Maybe now with your visit they’ll quit pushing the Battle of the Costars.” One of the makeup artists speaks up in the lull in the conversation.

You remove your hand from Jason’s knee, slightly startled. “What?” No wonder he was always asking if you’d seen Brett. How heavily was this circulating over here? You honestly thought it had died down at this point. Jason hadn’t mentioned it… You try to recover and hide the sudden jolt so you reach to claim your drink and snag something crunchy to eat from the center of the table.

Theo is shaking his head and trying to talk over her but you shush him so she can speak. “I uh – well since casting was confirmed before we left. You opposite Brett And with Jason now being here. Well…”

“Look we all know better than to believe things like that.” Theo sounds a bit strained.

She’s now trying to backpedal. “It just came out wrong. I was trying to be supportive. It sounded better in my head.”

Jason still has a pleasant expression on his face though you can see that the smile doesn’t fully reach his eyes. He shifts in his seat and rests his arm on the back of your chair but doesn’t move to touch your shoulder.

Hmm this subject touches home a bit for him. You bite your lip and frown. “Brett is a lovely man and I can’t wait to work with him. But I adore Jason. I guess they’re entitled to print what they want even if it doesn’t make much sense.”

You risk a glance to find Jason relaxed again. You raise an eyebrow at him. Surely he knew that Brett wasn’t a threat to your relationship.

Theo starts to laugh, “Ok. Now that the awkward conversation has taken place…” After that the conversation veers back to their production and what is to come in the next few days of work.

The group disbands fairly early in the evening since everyone will be on set the next day, including Jason. He apologizes repeatedly on the way home for the early end to the night. He stops in the hallway in front of the guest bedroom which makes you pause halfway between him and your bag. “Hey. Did you forget something at the restaurant?”

While he replies you make your way back to him. He gives you a short shake of his head, “No. You’re here.” He studies your reaction while you approach him. “I hope you had fun tonight. Sorry again that the Battle of the Co-stars article was brought up. I know how tiresome that type of thing is."

You smile at him and lean against the doorway. “Stop apologizing. I had fun. I’m delighted that Theo caught you on his phone so I could see your reaction. And thank you again for letting me use your guest room.”

You want to continue and say something along the lines of: Screw the use of the guest bedroom. You hold your tongue. After the discussion of the Battle of the Co-stars article, you don’t want him thinking you’re trying to prove something to him, or to yourself.

Your heart beats a bit quicker when Jason steps to you and bends to kiss you. When he pulls away your lips are still tingling. Damn that man can get a reaction from you. He gives you a lopsided grin before continuing down the hallway towards the master bedroom. “Goodnight."

"Goodnight Jason." You reply breathlessly.

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Finally got to see Peter Pan Goes Wrong in West End with Charlie Russell, Matthew Cavendish, Greg Tannahill, Matthew Howell, Harry Kershaw, Clark Devlin, Jamie Birkett, Chris Leask, Ellie Morris, and Jean-Luke Worrell! They were all amazing, I thought I'd share some of my fav bits! (Warning: There's a lot)

• Firstly, programme stuff: the note from the director basically just being Chris and Trevor arguing like a married couple. Chris being too scientific and Trevor having to remind him it's supposed to be festive.

● Them leaving a note asking if anybody was a flying operator as they didn't currently have one😭

• Robert leaving the children of the Cornley Youth Theatre abandoned in a forest with limited food and knives,to prepare for their performance of Lord of the Flies. NSPCC and police had to intervene, 2 of the children are still missing today (Ben McIntyre and Sarah Cordell)

• Jonathon's interview where's he's practically begging the interviewer to take note he was 'fashionably late', when he was actually waiting for 6 hours.

• Jonathon saying (in the interview), he's been focusing on humanitarian work, such as adopting a child from Ethiopia and a child from Vietnam. And then the interviewer just replied with "That is Brad Pitt. Everything you have just said is about Brad Pitt and not yourself."

• In the cast section, Chris Bean writing "I would like to remind my father that there is a spare ticket at the box office for him if he chooses to show up." That's so sad😭

• Trevor's section ended with "trevorzbeatz/YouTube.co.uk" 😭

• Pip (assistant stage manager) just says: "They call me Big Pip up north. Trevor's cousin. Out and about and that. Nice one." Like okay yh me too Big Pip

• They tried to feed the crocodile an alarm clock😭 (RIP Nadia tho😔)

• Annie left a little note saying she's "looking for a man" and then there's some description of what she's (not) looking for

• A page saying welcome to the theatre, but it is still very much in character😭 "Director Chris Bean always fulfils his promise of giving us a show we will remember for a very long time."

•Pre-show antics: one of the assistant stage managers (I'm gonna guess Pip? Not too sure tho) was walking around looking for a hammer. I noticed that he'd act like he was looking around and then when he spotted a child he'd go and ask them. I thought that was cute🥹

• I couldn't see the wires going through the audience cause I had seats up high, but I did see Robert pulling the end of the wire whilst on stage with the help of an audience member

• Dennis was late I think, ran across the stage from the audience with a bag on

• Lucy suddenly ran off stage, Robert not far behind shouting things like "You have to do it!" (And then later on she ran back on stage,but it seemed Robert got caught up in a convo)

• Now onto the actual show, I thought Dennis singing les mis due to his headgear was pretty funny seeing as les mis was about a door or 2 down

• At one point we were clapping for something (can't remember what, but it was during the beginning Darling Family scene), and Max joined in with the clapping. Sandra had to tell him to stop with a pointed glare and a lil hand gesture

• Every appearance with Robert as the shadow was amazing, I know it's simple but I'm always impressed with the rug pull and the way he lands

• During the bit where there's too much smoke and it engulfs the pirates, Trevor comes to the rescue but does hit Chris in the arse by accident, christrev anybody?

• I will forever love Robert trying to get Dennis to pick up the sword, Dennis picking up the boat paddle and Robert going on a rant about how he's been moving his arms for the past 5 mins why would he need the paddle

• During the interval the lights would still go out occasionally, fun touch

• As Jonathan flew up before crashing down, a banner fell down with Robert holding a bean, a reference of his show Jack and the bean

• Before this, I'd only seen the BBC recorded version of Peter Pan Goes Wrong, so I rlly enjoyed the changes. Such as the mermaids, but I RLLY laughed at Robert being the Mr Bumble in Oliver that killed a child. Especially when he went to be Peter Pan before starting to sing 'Food, Glorious Food"

• The whole poison bit was incredible, Harry's improv was on FIRE. We obvs did the traditional pantomime business which made Chris mad, he very much gave teacher vibes as he sat down on the set and said it was our own time we were wasting. He also complained that this was only the matinée and they still had an evening performance to get to. Then he pointed out how somebody in the audience was hissing, "Nobody goes to a show and says 'Yeah it was good but the person in the fourth row wouldn't stop hissing'" (this resulted in a lot of children hissing whenever he appeared on stage). Then when it got to the poison bit, a child was yelling at him to hurry up, causing Chris to go on a rant about how he didn't even want children there, sitting there on their booster seats. After the child yelled at him multiple times, Chris gave up and told the child to open it for him, which they did. Then as he was leaving, we were booing again and he was like "NO NO DONT BOO ME, IT WAS THE CHILD THAT POISIONED HIM." Then as he exited, he said something along the lines of "blame the child murderer." It was insane.

• Then, when Peter asked who would try to poison him, Tink/Annie pointed at the child that opened the bottle. I think Chris Leask actually had to turn his head downwards and to the side to hide his laughing.

• I've pointed this out before, but I'm so endeared with how worried Chris was when Annie was unconscious. HE KNEELED THERE HOVERING OVER HER BODY JUST LIKE TOUCHING HER FACE, NOT SPEAKING FOR AWHILE. Adorable. Every characters reaction was adorable...sorry Annie

• I just have to say Francis' Cabaret performance to distract us from Annie was amazing. Loved the audience clapping along as well and the rest of the cast looking absolutely shocked and confused

• I loved that we heard a whole marriage fall apart through Dennis' headgear. I want to know more abt them, the husband that took over to help Dennis sounded sweet

• When Lucy slid down the ship in her wheelchair she was flung out and then caught by Trevor in a sort of bear hug, Lucy's legs wrapped around his torso. Trevor was SEVERELY judging the cast HE WAS NOT HAPPY WITH THEM. They're besties ur honour, I thought it was so cute

• Loved Francis' Cabaret performance again during the big fight scene with the set moving.

• Trevor saying something like "You've got to be joking" when Lucy picked up the book 😭

• I wanted to scream laugh at Chris lying in the bed like an ill victorian child as Lucy closed up the story, and then Dennis choosing to lie on the squished bottom bunk

• As Lucy continued to read, Chris, Sandra, Trevor, Dennis, and Max were all checking up on one another in the background. Hugs, shoulder grabs. Guys, I love Sandra and Chris' dynamic so much, Sandra was making sure he got off the bed alright and then gave him a hug

• Of course the whole end song, Max as the crocodile encouraging us to clap

It was so amazing, everybody was fantastic!! My jaw still aches from laughing so hard! Hope ppl found this interesting cause I always love when other ppl share what happened during their show😭

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TGCF donghua Season 2, Episode 6 thoughts

I'm always screaming about TGCF so yes I'm screaming some more. Very good ep. Spoilers for the show and the book below.

The Fang Xin flashback was really lovely (Xie Lian looks so pretty in the costume, like his hair style is really nice and he just looks good). Xie Lian being a teacher and explaining, "this technique is bad because the intervening person gets hurt/dies so you can't learn it cause [you're a human and the prince and your job is to continue your duties, not die]" also neglecting to point out the fact that... Xie Lian can do it cause he can't die and we're not gonna go into how he was injured because of that incident and he just goes through all the physical pain for other people without bothering anyone, nope T-T But baby Lang Qianqiu loves him so much T-T

When Shi Qingxuan says that Xie Lian took a blow from E-Ming on behalf of Lang Qianqiu and it flashes to a cut of Mu Qing and Feng Xin looking shocked, I aldkjaldaj Ahhhh... Worry about Xie Lian? Thinking about how Xie Lian confronted Hua Cheng now for the sake of someone else even while he's under the influence of two cursed shackles while Mu Qing and Feng Xin abandoned him when both Mu Qing and Feng Xin chose not to confront Hua Cheng way back when Hua Cheng challenged all those heavenly officials who confronted Xie Lian on the mountain?

The angst this episode is delicious. There's just so much stuff happening around all of this, it's lovely.

Shi Qingxuan standing up for his friendddd T-T His friendship with Xie Lian just ends me.

Xie Lian asking to be banished again like THIS MAN HE JUST T-T Xie Liannnnnn

Lang Qianqiu being shocked that Xie Lian would beg to be banished again and being like, "No, you don't have to do that! I just want to fight to the death!"

Meanwhile Xie Lian being like, point blank, "If we did, you'd lose." See, Xie Lian is modest a lot of the time in the sense that he doesn't brag. He just doesn't talk about things, generally: he keeps to himself (unless he's trying to share funny/interesting things he thinks other people might be interested in, which no one is, poor guy). I love stories with this: characters who don't outright lie, but get out of "telling" the truth because they're just quiet and let the silence speak for itself/let others come to their own conclusions, which is usually bad. It's such juicy angst. But he's also honest (about certain things) and at moments like this, he is being honest about his own capabilities. Because he is very capable. And I just love that about him. He is, truly, capable. And he knows it. One reason his banishments were so hard is because despite all his capability, he couldn't overcome that to help the people he wanted to help. His skills weren't what was needed.

Pei Ming's character model is really pretty. I just like watching him walk around. Even if he's a jealous asshole who is protective of his descendant. He's a fun jealous asshole. And a pretty one. I have a weakness for men with long hair who wear gloves okay, it's a problem I have no intention to recover from.

In terms of animation, there were a lot of really pretty shots of character models and character expressions, particularly as Xie Lian is being taken away. There's a nice shot of Mu Qing just standing and facing the camera in the background. This continues to just overall be a pretty looking show (there was some sort of weirdness during the fight sequence between FengQing, but that was it, really).

Xie Lian pining for Hua Cheng T-T Babyyyyy

OMG THEY MADE THE PINING GAYER (at least than the official English translation idk if it's gayer in the original Chinese). In the Seven Seas translation it's this:

“I wonder how much is left of San Lang’s Paradise Manor. If I get banished again, who knows how much junk I’ll have to sell or how long it’ll take to pay him back…decades, centuries; if anything, I’ll pay him the rest of my life.” (Volume 2, Chapter 19)

In the donghua, at least at this moment, the English subs say: "San Lang. I wonder how he's doing. [Sigh] After being banished to the mortal realm, I have to give up everything, even my beloved the Paradise manor(?). For decades, centuries, I'd give it all up for him, even a lifetime."

Even with the bad translation, that last line tho T-T Also Xie Lian's sad pining just ahhhhh

Mu Qing showing up and assuming Xie Lian's surprise is because he expected Feng Xin and TOTALLY not because Xie Lian doesn't expect anyone to visit him, particularly Mu Qing (because he thinks no one other than maybe Shi Qingxuan likes him, and Shi Qingxuan is busy anyway). Mu Qing still Himself about well everything. Mu Qing wanting to visit... maybe gloat... but also idk hoping Xie Lian would be happy to see him cause they're hanging out again <.< (kind of, cause Mu Qing thinks he's good at pretending and Xie Lian totally didn't guess from like the very start or anything that the "junior official" was just him in disguise aldkjaldja).

XIE LIAN'S LITTLE SMILE AT MU QING EXPLAINING WHY HE'S THERE BECAUSE HE'S HAPPY MU QING CAME TO VISIT HIM/WANTED TO SEE HIM MAYBE and Mu Qing being like -hmph- aldkjaldaj And giving Xie Lian MEDICINE TO HEAL HIMSELF T-T Still caring for Xie Lian even after Everything TM and how Mu Qing doesn't think Xie Lian cares for him.

Because I focus in on weird details I will admit I was a tad distracted from the lovely FengQing fight over who's more in love with Xie Lian by Mu Qing's collar. I'm pretty sure everyone else has already long since pointed out The Collar TM but well here I am now, again, pointing it out.

This helps because last episode I was distracted by the cute little thing (his crown?) that's wrapped around Feng Xin's hair bun and I kept glancing at it this ep too alkdjalj His hair bun is a flower :3

The chibi fight was so funny aldkjaldja (and angsty :3 Please yes fight over which of you abandoned Xie Lian first and how you're both totally not mad at yourselves and each other about it :3). Xie Lian being like OMG GUYS STOP PLEASE!! But not trying to be too overbearing T-T

"You'd be happy if something bad happened to him, wouldn't you?" Feng Xinnnnn T-T

Both of them shocked Xie Lian is not being attacked and also alarmed he is just TOUCHING THINGS THAT IS DANGEROUS XIE LIAN DON'T YOU KNOW WHO THAT BELONGS TO????

Xie Lian: It's so cute tho :3 -nuzzles butterfly-

aldkajlkdjaj Hua Cheng GROPING XIE LIAN WAIST like I don't blame him. Get it, Sir. Xie Lian like, "yeh this is fine :3" They're so married already I love them.

Hua Cheng holding Xie Lian's sleeeveee T-T I cryyyy

Mu Qing: Xie Lian escaped!

Feng Xin: STOP BEING A DICK, HE WAS KIDNAPPED!

Hua Cheng: Have you missed me? I haven't missed any of you one bit.

aldkjaldkjaldja HUA CHENG IS SO FULL OF IT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH alkdjaldja Xie Lian shaking his head with a smile alkdjlajda He loves his husband yes, he does alkdjalj HUA CHENG HELD HIS HAND WHILE THEY WERE IN THE ARRAY TO PIGGYBACK THAT WAY I SCREAM (also Xie Lian's little smile over it, he's so chill with Hua Cheng's antics I love them)

Listen. Listen. If a dude who looks like Hua Cheng and sounds like that while smiling when he says, "Come with me," to you appears and does that... WHY WOULD YOU NOT???? Obviously Xie Lian has no choice in the matter!!! OBVIOUSLY!!!

Xie Lian is so sad about how he hurt Hua Cheng T-T

Hua Cheng is so upset he hurt his Xie Lian T-T

"Why can you still smile and apologize to me?" HE LOOKS SO SAD

STOP THE PRESSES E-MING IS DOING SAD SQUEAKING

The subtitles are pretty bad again, and some of the mistakes still lead me to believe it's possible this is an edited version of machine translation (getting pronouns wrong is a common mistake in machine translation), which is not a good sign. I'm really hoping they go back and fix this, especially if they sell this as a physical release like they did season 1. Also I hope they just fucking stop doing it this way and if we ever get any more seasons I hope they do not do this in future.

BUT OVERALL IT WAS A REALLY GOOD EPISODE AHHHHHH

Other episode thoughts for season 2 (didn't start till episode 3):

S02E03

S02E04

S02E05

S02E06 (you are here)

S02E07

S02E08

S02E09

S02E10

S02E11

S02E12

[feralkwe]

"why did you help me?" or "do you remember anything at all?" for the prompts. looks intently at elidibus. :)

FINE. I GUESS THIS IS MY LIFE NOW.

I did "Do you remember anything at all?" already. So here you go. I guess I'll write another thing that may or may not have happened. WHATEVER. I'M FINE.

Were he more than a shade, a fragment of who he once was, Kit imagined that Elidibus’ face would have been one of awe as he looked upon the Elpis bloom in her hand. Nearly formless and incomplete as he was, he still exuded surprise. Confusion. Even now the full of his memories seemed to elude him.

“Elpis,” he said, more to himself than to her. He turned his head so that the vacant holes of his red mask bored into her. “But not as a flower. As a place.”

Relief flooded her. Finally, a possible answer. A lead, as flimsy as it was. She watched him a moment, always diminutive in her memories, but somehow much smaller here in the Umbilicus. “What can you tell me about it?” Funny, almost, that she should be here now, begging his help when it was her own hand which put him here. Which had ended his long life.

He was quiet a moment, a serenity about him she’d never seen before. His posture, his manner, everything about him at odds with the Ascian she’d known. “Little,” he said finally. He stilled, going quiet.

Her hopes fell, the realization that maybe this was finally the one fight she could not win chilling her. After all this time, when the world needed her the most, she had exhausted every means and ever end trying to find an answer to the End of Days. Turning to Elidibus had been a long shot, the desperate act of a desperate hero, the abandoned champion who feared she would finally fail.

“Oh.” She swallowed, her throat closing as the doom and despair of what lay ahead crept over her.

“I remember… you were there. In Elpis… but…” His hooded head turned, as if the answer to fill in the blanks of his memories lay over her shoulder in the distance. His tiny hands clutched at his head, pain coloring his words. “An impossibility… and yet…”

Her shoulders slumped. Again, he was lost in confusion. Seeing someone she was not and convinced they were one and the same. Her fingers came to rest lightly at her lips as the Umbilicus, the Ocular in its entirety felt much too small to hold all the memories of all that had passed between them.

“I am able to do better,” he said. Eager. Earnest. As if sensing her growing dread, his voice dropped to a comforting tone. “I can show you Elpis. Perhaps the path to the salvation you seek picks up there.”

Perhaps. Maybe it was not the answer, but hopefully a piece of connective tissue that might take her from facing the end of the world to finding its cause, and thus, the key to saving it.

The how of it she did not fully understand. A trip through time, to a place long forgotten. She only barely understood the powers wielded by Ascians, and certainly why, if they could send someone through time, they did not do so for themselves to accomplish their goals. How any of what he suggested was possible, she did not know. Maybe Urianger or Y’shtola could make sense of it, but not her. Instead, she had to trust Elidibus at his word. That, defeated though he was, his duty was still to the star, and she the best bet to see it through. She watched, silent as he did what was necessary to prepare the way to send her forth into the past.

He followed her back to the Ocular where the far wall, the one through which the Exarch had watched over the people of the First, hummed low and glowed softly. Kit approached it, raising a hand to the portal, unable to deny that some part of her was thrilled at the opportunity to go where none other could. She paused before stepping through, a heaviness in her heart stalling her. She turned, letting her eyes rest upon the shade of Elidibus, gleaming with light in his white robes, his face but a spot of red and vacant eyes. She frowned, unsure what to say, unsure why grief began to well in her.

“Why do you look at me so forlorn? I told you this will be my final act, did I not?” Not sad, not angry. Just a statement of fact.

Her lips moved as she looked for something fitting to say to him, after everything which had happened between them. The ways he lied and manipulated and attempted to end her existence. The ways he’d riddled her with confusion and tormented her with a kiss meant for another. The way she’d ended his life and reduced him to this approximation of who he might have once been. The way that now, at the end of it all, he showed her kindness.

“Why did you help me?” she asked when no other words would come.

His head tilted, the vacant holes of his mask meeting her eyes. Expressionless though it was, she could feel some grand emotion in that look, the weight of it resting on her shoulders. She rolled them back and stood straighter to hold it up. For him. It was the least she could do.

“I told you why.” He looked down at his hands for a moment, then returned to watching her. “Once, we were in love. I cannot fully recall how, but this I cannot deny. Much else might be lost, but this truth remains.”

“Elidibus,” she said, soft, reverent. A lamentation that even now he did not know what was real and what was not. A simple fact which meant she inflicted yet more pain upon him.

“You will do what I could not,” he said. “There is much I cannot recall, but I know this to be true: there is no one like you. The hopes of the star rest now with you, and you will always do what must be done.”

Tears wet her eyes. “Goodbye, Elidibus.”

“Goodbye, Kit.”

[theoceanoasis]

Soundrod where Hot rod is kidnapped by the autobots after choosing to leave with Soundwave. They see he’s heavily sparked and decide to torture him.

TW

Megatron was keeping Soundwave busy and even though he tried to go to this appointment, he couldn't make it. He understood of course and went to see Ratchet alone. He was nearing the end and his belly felt huge. It was amazing how big it had gotten in just a few months.

"Everything looks good."

He nodded saying goodbye to the medic. Happy his sparklings were okay.

He was on his way back to the other side when he'd gotten caught. He froze staring at the Autobots in fear as they approached. He watched the way they circled him. Like hungry cyber vultures optics drawn to his swollen belly.

"Looks like you've become the Decepticons whore."

"Who's the sire?"

One of them mocked.

"I don't think he knows."

All of them laughed as though they said a funny joke.

"Leave me alone."

"We can't do that. You're on our side."

"I was seeing Ratchet which means I'm under sanctuary given Autobot law."

"We don't care traitor."

"You need to be punished."

They grabbed him and he struggled against them trying to free himself.

"Let me go!"

He shouted.

"No can do."

He kept struggling and they hit him in the back of the head causing him to loose consciousness.

When he woke up he found himself chained to a pole, inside an abandoned building. He struggled still trying to free himself when his captors came inside.

He braced himself as they tortured him. The only thing they didn't hurt was the sparkling inside of him.

"Once you push this one out. We're going to make you carry another one. Since you're carrying a Decepticons I think it's only fair you carry one of ours."

He gasped in shock staring at them in horror. They laughed in his face and took videos of them hurting him.

He didn't know how long he was stuck there until he felt a horrible pain in his belly. Crying he knew what was about to happen and wished Soundwave was there.

Instead his captors came inside drawn by the noise. Their optics widened until one of them grabbed a knife. He struggled to get away and was grabbed. They forcefully held him down ignoring his screams.

"No please don't."

He begged struggling in fear and pleading with them to stop. He felt them cut into his belly and he screamed in agony. Begging them to stop as they opened him up. He could feel blood surround them as they butchered him.

Pulling out his sparkling he reached for it. However they took it away before he could hold it. He sobbed. Pleading with them to let him hold his sparkling, at least once but they refused.

He felt so weak from all the blood he'd lost and he didn't know if he'd make it. He was in agony and all he could think about was getting his sparkling back.

Distantly he could hear noise coming from outside and then Soundwave busted down the door. He ran to his side with Ratchet not far behind. He cursed as he saw the state he was in.

Looking at Soundwave he felt black spots in his vision and he wasn't sure if he'd ever wake up again. Desperate he managed to say.

"Find our sparkling."

Soundwave nodded taking one of his hands he squeezed it while Ratchet worked. Unable to stay awake he fell unconscious.

[sugaldean]

People say Aziraphale and Crowley are Taylor Swift coded.

Babe wake up they are ABBA. Every song fit them.

Okay so I planned to put 3 or 5 songs but I fell down a deep hole of Abba/Good Omens so yeah have this.

Spoilers for the season 2, even tho not every song is about it

SOS? Every lyrics is them

Angel eyes? I mean come on the title only and it's nothing compared to the chorus

Lay all your love on me? Crowley is the one who told them to write that, he needed a song to express what it felt (re)meeting Aziraphale in the garden

Waterloo? Crowley is a drama queen, they sing this from the bottom of their lungs

The name of the game? Aziraphale. Oblivious lovely Aziraphale (and you make me talk, and you make me feel, and you make me show what I'm trying to conceal?? Yeah my boy wrote that one)

WINNER TAKES FUCKING IT ALL??? Don't talk to me

Knowing me knowing you is the long version of "Nothing lasts forever" and I'm not okay

One of us? You know the scene in mamma mia? Yeah it happened. One hundred percent. Two dramatic bitches crying about how they are the one who's abandonned

Take a chance on me? Both of them. Oblivious Aziraphale and flirty Crowley

Mamma Mia? Both of them. Every one or two century or decade (here I go again, how can I resist you Bla Bla Bla)

Dancing Queen? Is about Aziraphale. It is him

I've been waiting for you? Aziraphale for Crowley. (you thrill me, you delight me, you please me, you excite me, you're something inde been pleading for. I love you, I adore you. I LAY MY LIFE BEFORE YOU Aziraphale literally would declare his love with this exact words)

As good as new? I know this one isn't as known but for season 3 it's Aziraphale.

(I'll never know why I had to go

...

And know look at me standing here again cause I found out that my life is here

Gotta have you here.

As good as new my love for you)

Voulez vous ? About the fact that they keep meeting and fell in love and they do it all again everytime. Meaning all the good but also the misunderstanding?

I HAVE A DREAM?? Aziraphale. "You can take the future even if you fail? I believe in angels??"

If it wasn't for the nights? Change nights with when we see each other (which is basically what the nights are in the song) and it's just them screaming that they live for when they see each other and thank god they are busy otherwise they would turn so mad to not see each other more

Chiquitita? Crowley helping Aziraphale after a bad day. (I've seen you've broken a feather, Chiquitita you and I know how the heartaches come and they go and the scars they're leaving. Yeah Crowley sing to your boyfriend how hard days and works can be and how it pills up to hurt you)

Kisses of fire? No comment on this one. But yeah (not sexual pure emotion). (Touch my lips, close your eyes and see with your fingertips... Hmm yeah sure yep yep no hard feeling with this hand of Aziraphale begging to give in THIS scene)

Gimme gimme gimme? Rare exception here. Crowley is not the one tired of them turning around each other. It's Aziraphale who decide to put on a show.

Money money money? Sugar daddies

My love my life? Oh my heart is just shattered on the ground.

The mirror of your eyes: Crowley's glasses.

My love my life are the words I try to find: Aziraphale stuttering to find his word

But I know I don't possess you, so go away god bless you, you are still my love and my life. Bawling my eyes out, ripping my ribcage open

Super trouper? Just Aziraphale so happy to do his magic show. But only if Crowley is here to watch him. Otherwise why put on a show? No matter who is looking no eyes are dearer than their.

Our last summer? Funny funny. We took our chance like we were dancing our last dance, yeah no idea what chance or dance that could refer to in the last happy moments they gad together hmm?

Me and I is about the duality of feelings in Aziraphale, the fight between what he loves about heaven and what he loves about humanity and goodness + makes me think of him and Crowley being stringer together but we leave the meaning of the song (We're like the sun and rainy weather sometimes we are a hit together)

Elaine is Crowley singing about how Heaven know Aziraphale too well and they will tie him up so he does its will. I'm not kidding. (You curse, you try to scare, but you can never teach them, it's a dead end street, they tied your hands and tied your feet... You come, you stay, you go, it really doesn't matter, you've done it all before, by know they know the pattern)

I do, I do, I do? Crowley stop begging, I'm already crying. (Love me or leave me, make your choice but believe me I love you. I do, I do, I do...)

Hey hey Helen? Crowley is being petty. "So you're free at last and beginning to forget the past, does it make you sad when you think about the life you had?" (tbf I always felt uncomfortable about that song but it weirdly fits

Tropical loveland? To Crowley it's Alpha Centauri, to Aziraphale it's heaven. (Just take my hand, I'll show you everything. The secrets that my paradise can bring. I wanna share it with you)

I wonder? Aziraphale stop trying to convince yourself. DON'T GO

I'm a marionnette ? Okay I know you think it's about Aziraphale. But no. It's about Crowley. Because yes he has free will. At least more than Aziraphale. But up until this scene, he always did what Aziraphale wanted. Never refused him anything. (also this song gives me anxiety)

Honey honey? Well. I really like them as aroace. But I'll give it to you Aziraphale might have thought this.

[mammomlette]

SOLMARE WHEN I CATCH YOU SOLMARE. STOP THIS MADNESS AND LISTEN

solmare I swear if you make mammon have ONE more intimate moment with MC only to be interrupted by the usual perps (Lucifer, Levi and Luke) (damn Ls) I will explode. ESPECIALLY if it ends with mammon going “AAA evil brothers😡angry chiwawa🤣anyway I gotta skiddadle!” And running away. Every time that happens an angel loses its wings

Tell me why you give mammon character development in a scene, we have a deep chat, you can smooch him or whatever, and the whole 2-lesson-arc has been leading up to this moment of vulnerability and hopefully character development only to make him run away and lose literally everything that this mini-arc taught him. Surely. SURELY there is a point in time between making a pact with him and like idk the end of season 3 when mammon realises his relationship (platonic, romantic, whatever it is for your MC) with MC is more important than Grimm to him. Not entirely, because that’s a core part of his character, just a point where he realises “hm I’m going to TRY paying Levi back so he stops interrupting me! And try calm down for lucifer so I can spend more time with MC instead of hanging from the ceiling!” Right? RIGHT??!!!?!

We see time and time AGAIN how much he cares for MC (feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but he’s one of the only 2 brothers who hasn’t directly/intentionally endangered MC and I THINK he was the only one who seemed distraught at their death??? Last one is probs wrong) but he still finds a way to abandon MC every time someone’s shouts “MAMMONNNN” or starts chasing him. Like, bro. I get you’re a wimp with crippling debt but the LEAST you could do is drag MC with you so that they don’t get in trouble instead since he clearly cares for them😞🙏

And him running away being for comedic purposes isn’t even a valid reason for it to happen because there are funny ways for him to NOT just abandon us. 1) he could hide instead. There is a scene I believe is in season 2(?) where he’s in his room with MC, Levi storms in and they hide in his car. Not sure if they made a funny thing out of hiding in a car, but that scene led to Levi saying that he couldn’t smell mammon and meme on calling him a blood hound. Idk about you but I for one certainly har-har’d at that. Plus, hiding would be a nice change of pace from mammons usual running away. Option 2) Mammon could drag us with him??? I don’t play events or devilgram because I’m too lazy and poor for that but I’m like 99% sure that in the main story of OG game, mammon does NOT bring us with him any time he’s running away, which is weird because he’s always yelling that we should be with him cause he’s “our first” (his words not mine obv) but I don’t remember any scenes that he brings us with him when he needs to leave?? I would LOVE to be wrong on that part so please correct me if I’m wrong but I sadly don’t think I am. Option 3) Picture this: mammon gets spooked, screeches because he’s a wuss, he runs away (whether it be from a person, witch, whatever is after him) only to realise: “Wait! I left my favourite person behind! Whoops!” And he runs back and grabs MC (Maybe by the sleeve like a toddler, maybe by the hair, maybe he even princess carries them because yes) that’s it. That’s the whole thing. Mammon drags/carries MC after forgetting them. You could even expand on that and have him apologise for it, or get all flustered and deny he forgot MC, or act all proud like he saved MC as if he isn’t the reason MC is in danger or was left behind in the first place MMMITS SO GOOD SOLMARE FEED ME

All I’m asking is for solmare to PLEASE let us have a long, well-written and intimate moment with mammon that isn’t interrupted, or if it is he TAKES US WITH HIM or COMES RIGHT BACK FOR US when he runs away. I beg

PS this isn’t proof read any imperfections are just part of the masterpiece or smthn. Ty for coming to my ted talk