#UTTERLY BEWILDERED RN

[keri-mcberry]

Hello! ive always been a silent fan of your work (Lyla is just so LOVABLE! 💛 and your Seb is honestly a breath of fresh air - love soft!Seb) so ive decided to break my silence just to offer you these favorite facts i know of otters 💌🤭

Bawww thank you so much! It’s lovely to meet you 🥹💕

When I saw your ask, I IMMEDIATELY needed to draw out the second one! It’s so adorable 😭🦦

This is Lyla and Sebastian in their twenties! Lyla 100% holds Seb’s hand when she sleeps 💛💚

Also, imagining Lyla carrying around a “special rock” is so funny to me LMAO 💀 I will def be drawing that scenario too 😂

[bunny-lily]

Satoru, who...

Did you ask for more fluff? I did, ehe~

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

CW: pure fluff, just fluff, no angst, only happiness | proposal, marriage, pregnancy, husband!Gojo, dad!Gojo, soft!Gojo, categorically fucking whipped Satoru, domesticity, kinda slice-of-life, mildly suggestive at the end

The starstruck boy, Gojo Satoru, who is utterly obsessed with you in every way possible.

AN: while I’m in the middle of writing an absurdly long fic, I wanted to post some shorter stuff to 1) keep my hands loose and brain active/busy, and 2) post something while I’m working on the fic to come. I won’t post much about it rn because I want to actually finish it first and not make any promises, so enjoy a lil fluff in the meantime <3 just something short and sweet

WC: 3k

Satoru, who is smitten with you from the very moment he first lays eyes on you. Sure, he's had infatuations before, but they were short-lived and typically lasted no longer than a week. A quick fascination, then poof. You, on the other hand – you are different.

And it is plain to see for pretty much everyone. He is normally cocky and outgoing, even during the little fads he’s had, he never let down his façade of bravado. You, though? You melt all his walls until he’s a goopy puddle of a blushing, giggling school girl.

He is whipped, almost to an annoying point. He rambles off Suguru's and Shoko's ears enough times for them to know when he’s about to start singing your praises and avoid him, or distract him somehow (which is a monumental task when his ditzy head is full only of thoughts of you).

Even so, they are conflictingly bewildered and happy for their friend. For him to have found someone that he is interested in for longer than a week – let alone several months, now – is a riveting change of pace. He seems so genuinely delighted any time you two interact, bubbly, dreamy sighs leaving him as hearts dance in his eyes.

He has fallen for you bad.

Satoru, who’s a stuttering disaster when he tries to ask you out on a date, and damn near collapses in relief when you’re able to decipher what the hell he’s going on about and agree to go to the new café that opened up near campus with him.

One date turns into two, then three, then a dozen more that become routine for you. You meet up after classes let out, then head to the café side by side. Or, if one is running late, you have each other’s orders memorized. You even go the extra mile and order him a sweet he hasn’t tried yet to surprise him with when he bursts into the establishment, panting like he ran a marathon. He might as well have, he booked it for the café as soon as he was free, dying to see you.

Satoru, who is somehow in even more shambles when he gets the nerve to ask you to go steady with him, despite the two of you being borderline boyfriend and girlfriend by now. He’s jittery, sweaty, downright vibrating with tense energy when he brings you to the sakura tree near the back of school that you two had laid claim on. Oh, and when you say yes? He’s certain he’s died and gone to heaven. Nothing can explain how an angel like you decided to grace him with your existence as is, let alone love him – even while you called him an idiot and said you thought you two were already dating.

Satoru, who was already protective over you when you first met, dials it to eleven after you agree to being his girlfriend. Gojo Satoru, the strongest man alive, could inspire fear and respect simply by being in the room with his confident and brash nature, completely relaxed and faithful in his skill. But if, gods forbid, something happens to you? Gone is that cocksure attitude. Gone are the coy smirks and passive-aggressive taunting meant to rile others up. Gone is everything but his one track mind that focuses solely on two tasks: protecting you, and destroying whatever harmed you.

Satoru, who spoons you to his chest and watches ASMR, random videos, or movies on your phone with you 'til you both fall asleep. It became routine shortly after you began officially dating. You'll climb into bed first and decide what you want to watch while he finishes his nightly regimen, then he'll slip under the blankets and pull your back flush against his front, prop his chin atop your head, slide a thigh between your legs, and off to cozy dreamland you two go as whatever you choose acts as white noise. 

It brings him an immense amount of comfort, and though he doesn't need as much sleep as normal folks, he'll refuse to leave bed until you're awake (with the exception of any needs he might have to take care of that will only see him away for a couple minutes at most before he’s cradling you in his protective hold again).

Satoru, who salts and peppers your face with endless, ticklish kisses to wake you up, saving the best kiss for when your sleepy, pretty little eyes open: right on your lips. He always wakes up before you do, and spends hours watching your blissful, precious face as you snooze, content and relaxed like a cat with full trust in its human. The comparison always makes him smile, because he, truthfully, envisions you both as being cats all the time. Lazy ones that cuddle in the sun, your smaller form using his ridiculously fluffy and larger one as a pillow-slash-blanket. His tail twined with yours, your ears twitching as he grooms you with kitten licks, ah, the dream.

Satoru, who wants to slap a ring on your finger the very moment he can. You two spend so many days and weeks raving about your imaginary wedding that he so desperately wants to be real, setting up plans, picking out what you would want for decor, scrolling through forum boards for ideas on a wedding dress for you. He is practically more excited at the prospect of getting married than you are, eager to help in every step of the process and more. 'Let me handle all the hard stuff, baby,' he nearly begs. 

He won’t tell you the cost of anything, and insists you go all out. Get the dress you want, don't you dare look at the price tag. Choose the perfect venue, he doesn't care if it's in Japan or fucking Dubai, he'll handle paying for everyone's travel and hotel needs on top of the whole wedding. Only the absolute best for you, nothing less, everything more.

Satoru, who is a train wreck of nervous excitement, anxious anticipation, and giddy trepidation when the day comes for him to propose. He takes you to the perfect location – up a short and easy hiking trail that leads to a cliffside with the most magnificent view of the ocean and setting sun. You think it's just a sweet date trip, until you see the path of tea candles guiding you to a romantically set up picnic blanket, a basket resting atop it, waiting to be opened.

When you turn around to express your shock and confusion, you find Satoru on one knee, looking up at you as if you are the most gorgeous and divine creature to ever exist. He's confident and boisterous, as always, as he plays out his little speech about how much he adores you and wants to keep you by his side, forever and ever, but he's a shaking trash fire inside. A shivering little dog that's relieved he didn't stutter or screw up the speech he practiced a hundred times over and then some.

Satoru, who's thanking every god to ever possibly reside above (and even below) when you throw your arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder as a flood of yeses pours out of you, slurred as you ramble through your tears and tell him you love him, how happy you are, and a plethora of other things that make him genuinely the most elated person to ever live.

Satoru, who slides the brilliant engagement ring he had custom made for you onto your finger; smooth, with an inset blue diamond that shares the same shade as his eyes, nestled in with a dozen tinier crystals in vine-like spirals flowing outward from the center. Swarovski, of course. He made sure that it was all flush with the platinum to ensure it wouldn't snag on anything. 

He was practically breathing down the jeweler's neck during the entire process, needing to guarantee it’s positively perfect for you. And, when he sees the glimmering jewelry cozy on your finger, the evidence of your bond and the next step in your journey to unite as one, he knows he made all the right choices.

Satoru, who only uses the finest material for your matching wedding bands, and has the insides of both engraved with each other's names. Yours in his, his in yours. He has the same jeweler as before (poor guy) design them to have two stripes of platinum within the gold of your rings, delicate and stunning for himself and his wife.

Satoru, who's jubilant and so incredibly ecstatic that you're now his wife that he can't help but tell everyone he knows, everyday, multiple times a day, even those that were at the wedding. He just can't get over it. You're his wife, the girl he's been crushing on since highschool, the girl he swore to make his, and to devote himself to. It feels like an incredible dream, and he worriedly pinches himself from time to time to make sure it's real. 

He did it. He married you, and now you carry his name in yours, in your wedding band, everywhere he could put it to subtly (not really) show you off as the unquestionably precious treasure you are, his wife, and how overjoyed he is that he managed to catch you and keep you.

Satoru, who forgets how to function when you hold up a pair of white and pink sticks on his birthday, from different brands, both showing positive symbols. You. You're pregnant. With his baby. He swears his brain short-circuits because one minute, he's staring at you like you'd grown a second head, and the next, he has you wrapped up in his arms as he showers your forehead, cheeks, nose, jaw, lips, neck, ears, anywhere he can reach, with kisses.

He's a babbling, sniffly mess as he practically crushes you to his chest and coos and preens and weeps with elation. He reveres you like a deity and he’s your loyal and pathetic servant who was blessed beyond measure that you decided to give him the gift of life. He's going to be a father, and it's all because of you.

Satoru, who completely spoils the living hell out of you during your pregnancy (as if he hadn't already been), bending backwards for you for everything. Weird cravings? He's on it. Swollen ankles and nausea? He's rushing to the store for medicine, then rubbing your feet to ease the ache. Insatiable horniness? He's your slave for you to use for your pleasure. Hormones swinging wildly back and forth? He's there with a box of tissues and his firm chest for you to beat on when you feel like you're going crazy. It's his fault you're pregnant, after all. You're doing the hard work of not just carrying his child, but of nurturing it, growing it, letting it take from you to develop strong and healthy. Of course he's going to take care of you.

Satoru, who refuses to let you do any work. You're on indefinite parental leave. From the moment you show him those positive tests, he sits your pretty ass down on the couch and tells you firmly that your only job now is to help your baby develop. He'll take care of everything else, don't even think about lifting a finger.

Satoru, who's there at every appointment with you, clutching your hand tightly as you talk to your doctor about everything you need to know. And when you have your first ultrasound, and see your fetus together for the very first time, he's crying right alongside you.

Satoru, who spent meticulous hours packing a duffel bag with everything you'll both need for when it comes time for you to go into labor. Spare changes of clothes, plenty of water, blankets to keep you warm, a couple pillows, anything and everything. He refuses to go in unprepared. As soon as it's all packed and ready to go by the 8 month mark of your pregnancy, it's in the backseat of the car. The baby car seat is in the trunk of the sleek and top-of-the-line SUV he purchased specifically for your soon-to-be family. He doesn't care that it's taking up space, or that it’s too early, he refuses to go in unprepared.

Satoru, who immediately ditches work the very instant your water breaks. Who gives a fuck if he's in the middle of something important, nothing takes precedence over you and the incoming birth of your infant. He's breaking several driving laws to get you to the hospital, but neither of you care. Not when you're panting in the passenger seat, white-knuckling the grab handle with a palm pressed to your stomach, grunting and crying out in pain any time you have a contraction. It's a miracle he doesn't get pulled over, and he's incredibly thankful (and proud of himself) for thinking of calling the hospital ahead of time so that they're ready for you.

Satoru, whose entire world becomes a blur from the second you reach the hospital, to the second you're crushing his hand in your grip, screaming as you fight to bring his baby into the world. He's letting you yell at him and blame him for the pain you're in, easily accepting and agreeing because it is his fault. 

But while your shaking sobs and shrieks of agony wound his heart beyond any possible measure, he also can't help his elation at knowing it's time, all the waiting has been worth it, every minute spent catering to your every need, want, and desire. He'll do it indefinitely, wait on you hand and foot for the rest of his life, treat you like a queen, because you deserve it and so much more.

Satoru, who's shocked by how well he's holding up when the nurse puts the wrapped up, pudgy little newborn in his arms, gazing down at the tiny being. His tiny being, your tiny being, the fragile and priceless life you both created. Looking down at his kin, his reason for being, he knows he'd do anything and everything to protect you and your child.

Satoru, who sees you, a disheveled and tired disaster, with your hair all tangled, frizzy, and astray, strands stuck to your sweaty skin, your body slack in relief as the hardest part is finally over, watching your husband hold your baby, and he thinks you're more beautiful now than you've ever been. 

You look like you’ve been dragged through hell; your legs are sticky with residue blood, amniotic fluid, placenta, and whatever else that needs to be cleaned off (though your legs are covered with a few layers of blankets to keep you toasty warm while you recover from labor), your face is a little pale and sallow, you're barely clinging to consciousness, and he's marveling at how he's never seen anything or anyone as utterly blest and sacred as you. 

A goddess amongst men, the only one the strongest man in the world would ever willingly bow down to without you even needing to ask.

Satoru, who helps place your baby on your chest, the nurse having opened the blanket for skin-to-skin contact as you feed it, and finally lets himself release all his pent up emotions of raw, unfiltered joy. Every cell, every fiber, every atom in him is dancing in overwhelming happiness. He'd do it all over, again and again, as many times as you'd let him, if it means he gets to see you this blissful and tranquil. The glow of maternity suits you like no other, even in all your unkempt and chaotic glory. 

Satoru, who can't believe he's a dad. He goes above and beyond, insisting he takes care of the baby at night so you can sleep – he doesn't need as much rest as others do, after all. He murmurs to his newborn about how much he cherishes and adores you, how much you mean to him, how you're the best wife and mommy a man could ever ask for and more. He reads the kiddo bedtime stories to help it sleep, feeds it, changes it, whatever it is that is needed, he's there and doing it. 

On top of that, he continues to be your doting, devoted, caring husband. He makes sure you're taking your vitamins, takes you to all your postpartum appointments, aids you through your subsequent depression, all of it. He's sworn himself to you for life, not just in this timeline and universe, but in any and every single one of them.

He made and said his vows with purpose and conviction. He meant every word, and upholds them like his life depends on it. Because, in his mind, it does.

Satoru, who is patient with you, and firmly commands you to not push yourself to do things you can't do while you're still in recovery. He doesn't care if he has to wait months or even years for you to be ready to lay with him again, he'll wait it out. He might not be a patient man, but for you, he'd wait until all the stars die. 

Oh, but you, darling little minx that you are, do your best to take care of him, too. Even when he urges you to rest, or not worry about it, or anything other arguments he might have against it, you tend to him in whatever way you can. Touching, sucking, rough and heavy petting, whatever it takes. You refuse to leave him alone to suffer through months and months of dryness with no relief save for his hand and the toy you surprised him with to help take the edge off.

Satoru, who can't be more grateful to you. You're more than his wildest dreams, the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect person as a whole in the entirety of the universe. He really can't help boasting about being the Chosen One, because he really is, if the cosmos decided to gift him with you.

Satoru, who swears to take care of you for the rest of your lives, and does well on his promise.

Satoru, who fights for the sake of you and your kin alone. He refuses to leave you in any way, shape, or form. He refuses to let the world be a danger to any of you. He refuses to have anything happen to his family. Nothing will tear you apart, not now, not ever.

Satoru, who loves you more than the sun, the moon, and all the stars combined.

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[bimboficationblues]

had a genuinely bizarre end-of-date interaction last night. met up with this woman for a second date (our first was like three months ago), things are going fine, we're both catching the train in the same direction at the end of it. she asks to lean on me - cute and cool!

then like after a few minutes she's suddenly like "I don't think I'm really in a place where I can date rn." I say sure, totally, no worries at all. Last time she'd mentioned some very personal trauma stuff that had kept her from dating for a long time so this isn't super surprising to me. She says this very earnest thing about how she hopes I find what I'm looking for, which is weird because I had mentioned that I'm doing the relationship anarchy by way of poly thing and just letting connections develop in a way that feels right - so not really looking for any particular thing. But whatever, I say "likewise!"

then she asks to hold my hand? and is like, rubbing it in the way that you might for someone you know well and hold deep affection for? utterly bewildering. what does this mean.

[aroacee-of-spades]

nyx im losing it over the last episode if good omens the timeframe makes no sense

hi sorry i took a day to respond to this!! (btw part of the reasoning for this is that ur ask pushed me to finally create a table listing every single time that aziraphale's clock displays throughout s2, which is why most of this will be abt the clock)

i will actually launch into essays abt the timing of the last episode i'm not even kidding

to be perfectly honest with u at first i thought it was trying to mimic books, when timing would change to fit a scene (and not to point fingers at writers who do this ig but i just don't typically like stories like these lmao) but even that doesn't explain the damned clock (i am so done with the clock, its presence haunts me) + why would Neil ever have any reason to mimic amateur writing???

anyway, i'm killing myself over any way to make sense of the timing in that episode rn.

like unless if the way time works in the uk has changed since i last lived there, and if aziraphale changed time during the Halo Scene (this also brings up the question of How Much and What Else did he change, which to the latter i don't think he changed Anything) which btw in the Halo Scene, its 6am and while i can't find the exact time at the start of The Ball (if u can pls tell me i'd love to expand on this, rn it's just a bunch of ramblings put into a google doc) or- more technically i found One tiiiiny scene from the bts clips that MIGHT be the correct time but i have yet to check this lmao (according to the clip it's 6:30pm which, if true, only adds to the utterly bewildering timeframes)

BUT ALSO everybody seems to have a sense of time (as seen in the nina, "i havent slept in 30 hours, order accurately & fast") which means that MAYBE IT'S JUST US?? which makes this whole thing so much more confusing bc if thats the case then why. whyyyyy. Why would you EVER use a working clock??????

i have SO MUCH to say abt the timeframes at the END especially. but before i do, i really wanna know what u think (btw this isn't me trying to pawn my answer on u i just really wanna know ur opinions on Everything gomens related haha)

i also wrote this during my breaks as i worked and i'm now done and am Very Tired and cannot fathom doing anything other than resting on the sofa and rewatching gomens:)

[lilacchao]

just had an utterly bewildering glimpse of some "inescapable" pop culture thing that i had never encountered until i was told it was inescapable, and which feels like a low-effort parody of pop culture trends written in marketing-speak

i don't know how to feel rn

[ruki--mukami]

[canon questionnaire] ALL OF THE ABOVE.

jkjk but 1, 20, and 21 👀👀

CANON QUESTIONNAIRE.

What made you pick up this character?

🧩 HOOOH BOY. SO MANY REASONS, HONESTLY. LIKE, TOO MANY TO LIST. Not me reblogging this meme to have an excuse to simp over my man. ANYWAY. Even years before making this blog, Ruki has been the strongest bias I’ve ever had in a fictional character IN YEARS. I’m definitely the type of person who rarely gets super hooked and obsessed with characters I like, BUT OH BOY, WHENEVER I DO. THEY TURN INTO MY WHOLE WORLD. To say Ruki is my comfort character is an understatement. But to be honest with you, something just struck me one day. Somehow roleplaying sounding like such a fun idea, and what better way to release my urge to write through my favorite character? I figured it would be a really easy hobby for me because this man already lives in my head rent free 24/7 so I knew a lot of the asks would just be a matter of me putting my thoughts and imagination into words HAHAHA.

At first it just seemed like a fun hobby to indulge in and I wanted to try my hand at not only roleplaying, but also writing something that wasn’t either a school paper or a work email for once in my life. Which is why it’s utterly bewildering to me that people would appreciate my style so much. I always feared it would be too “stiff,” and if it was, well at least it’s Ruki so it can probably be forgiven for some asks if I’m being real with you. But yes, unfortunately the essay writer is still in me. *GESTURES TO MY GARGANTUAN PARAGRAPHS AND CONVOLUTED LINGO* 🧩

If you could sum up your character with one sentence, what would it be?

🧩 This is impossible and it’s about to be terrible but I'll try.

“A troubled vampire who seeks vengeance and takes out his frustrations on the human world that deceived him in the most unimaginably sadistic ways, only to unironically fall in love with the poor victim in question and then eventually evolve into the weirdest Hellspawn fluffball hybrid after countless atrocious ordeals of bloodsucking and biting, losing his sanity faster than you can say ‘livestock.’”  

Run-on sentences who, am I right? 🧩

Which song do you feel describes your character the most and why?

🧩 I’ve yet to hear a song that perfectly describes Ruki, ahaha. As far as lyrics are concerned, I really like the Vocaloid song “Out of Eden.” The English translation has a lot of Ruki-esque vibes with the whole serpent temptation, forbidden fruit motif, etc. I’d link the song but it’s a 2010 Kagamine Len song oof my boomer side is showing and I don’t feel like listening to him rn KHFGKJHGGF SORRY LEN. I also have yet to find a cover I thoroughly enjoy, but maybe one day someone will revive it. 🧩

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D

Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~

Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise! 

Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him

Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg

Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you.  MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters

MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.

Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch

Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer

MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you

Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor

I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.

Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai:  MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing

MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:

MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA

At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC

Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit

For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point

MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?

MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement

Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous

Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn

Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something:  MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh

One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him

Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no

Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult. 

MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano

Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:

MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:

Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.

Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.

Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...

I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.

Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”

Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...

But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.

MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing

MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job

MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.

MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)

Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.

MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.

Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.

Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon

MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time

Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s

MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite

MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest.  (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)

Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”

[cithaerons]

this is what i mean like first of all berry and jess are clearly out of greg’s league and would probably never even have said yes. comfrey is also out of greg’s league because the inside of greg’s brain is the mario cart soundtrack and several jelly beans and he has never had sex before. like it’s so bizarre that people are using the point of berry not getting enough lines and screen time and succession generally sidelining PoC to say a bunch of bizarre shit about comfrey of all people (in a show that literally revolves around horrible toxic white people?). can you stop using PoC as an excuse to write weird misogynistic rants at the woman who interfered with your mm ship. also, considering how “fandom” treats women of color, i’m almost positive you would all dislike berry and jess even more than you currently hate comfrey if greg asked one of them out instead, lmao.

and if your dislike of comfrey is about dasha then it would be probably be best to say so! because what you are currently saying sounds utterly bizarre and is completely distracting from the point of the post.

don’t rb im literally not trying to cause succession fandom drama im just bewildered at my feed rn

[serceleste]

So you know I’m in Dean/Cas hell rn and I haven’t been truly fannish about SPN in years, apparently the last fic I read was in 2013, and as I reblog five million gifsets I have realized there tons of things that happened, particularly in seasons 6-15, that I completely forgot about. I mean, goddamn, no wonder I shipped this shit so hard. Some things I forgot:

Dean MADE CAS A MIXTAPE

Dean the grieving widower when Castiel dies at the end of season 12, HIS FACE DURING THE FUNERAL OMG FUCK ME UP (I did not forget how utterly stupid Cas’ actual death was because it was so stupid I yelled at my TV, but let’s ignore that and just remember how good everything that came after was)

Dean saving Cas’ trenchcoat <3

Cas breaking through Naomi’s brainwashing because Dean says he’s family and he needs him

Cas trying to keep Dean safe in purgatory by staying away and meanwhile Dean is asking every monster he finds “where’s the angel?!”

Cas’ speech when Dean has the Mark of Cain, all “I’m the one who will have to watch you burn the world” :((((((

Dean’s desperate prayer for Cas to not be dead

DEAN PRAYING TO CAS IN PURGATORY IN SEASON 15 

They’re so handsy! I love it

Dean’s complete doubletake on the road when he sees Cas walking

Dean hanging outside and watching human Cas in his stupid human job through the window

Cas invisibly watching Dean rake leaves in a way that’s simultaneously sweet and creepy

Cas giving up his angel army for Dean! And Dean is like ‘wtf did you just do that for’

When Mary pulls a gun on Cas the first time they meet and Dean hugs him and Mary’s face is completely “...my son has a boyfriend now??” Like, I know that’s not what the intention was but that’s exactly what it looks like

The way they smile at each other gives me the warm and fuzzies, okay

Cas’ “I love you” -cut to Dean- “all of you” is pretty good, come on

Michael’s “since when do we get what we deserve?” and that look he shares with Cas, omg

The married couple sniping is pretty great, special shout-out to Cas calling Dean a lumberjack and Dean calling Cas a baby in a trenchcoat (with bonus Sam “I think you hurt his feelings” lmao)

Cas basically choking out a bewildered retail worker to make sure Dean can have pie

I love their hugs <33333

In conclusion they are in love and I have a weird desire for a rewatch?? Maybe when I’m graduated, lol. In the meantime I’m gonna get back to this half serious half crack thing I’m writing, ha. And also drowning in feelings.

[lucacangettathisass]

JOUST (Chapter One)

SUMMARY: Following a mix up that would only be funny if it were happening to an anime character, my Japanese host family turns out to have only a son, who I will also be rooming with at his school, Shiratorizawa Academy. Christ knows how it could get any worse from here.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: None

TAGLIST:@youidiot91 @meemsx @squishyrobbie @total-insanity @oneshotofvodkaa @moons-and-stars-and-shit

NOTES: I really want to thank everyone who has shown an interest in this fic, it really means a lot! I can’t gaurantee an upload schedule as things are weird rn, but I’ll try to upload as often as possible. So, without further ado, here it is!

And if you want to be added to the taglist just lmk!

CHAPTER ONE

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,

Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,

Whiles, like a puffed and reckless libertine,

Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,

And recks not his own rede.

-William Shakespeare

And the rest is rust and stardust

-Vladimir Nabokov

The oddness of the situation truly didn’t come to me until after I had landed in Sendai Airport, which of the two airports I have been to, was definitely the bigger and nicer one.

After flying for essentially twenty four hours, I was eager to stretch my legs, and I had to hold back my groans of satisfaction as I was finally able to move my body outside of the confined space of the plane. I navigated myself through the crowd, taking great pains to avoid colliding with anyone, and apologising if I accidentally got too close, until I came across an empty patch of floor beside a wall, where I proceeded to stand. At that moment in time, anything seemed better than sitting.

Alone and away from the crowd, I dug into the Kuromi sports bag on my left shoulder, resting my My Melody carry-on against the wall, pulling out the folder I had made that contained the info on my host family, reading through it for the umpteenth time.

The Goshiki family, consisting of the father, Hideaki, his wife, Mayumi, and their son, Tsutomu.

That was the odd thing that had suddenly struck me. There was no mention of a daughter of any kind, or any other female relative that stayed with them. I had been too full of excitement and nerves to really think about it before, but now that I was, it did seem odd.

‘I wonder why a family with only a son would host someone from an all girls school.’ I tried to think of an explanation, but my brain was so fried from the flight that I could barely muster up anything. So I shrugged, put the file back, and went on to find the luggage check in.

When I arrived at the luggage carousel, I was surprised to see a family of three there, holding up a sign. A sudden, strong feeling came over me, and I looked up at their sign. It read Welcome Cody Smith, in tall, proud kanji. This was them, it had to be. So, seeing little other options, I approached them.

“H-Hello?” My voice cracked a little due to nerves, and I quickly cleared my throat, scrambling to remember the Japanese I had learned. “I’m Cody.” I bowed quickly, and as deeply as I could manage without completely falling over. “Thank you for welcoming me into your home.”

There was a pause, and I felt my face heat up in the heavy silence. I slowly stood back up, looking over their confused faces.

“I-I’m sorry.” A middle aged man, who I assumed to be Mr Goshiki, said, rather awkwardly. “We...well we were expecting a uh…boy.”

I blinked, trying to quickly translate what he had said in my head, and process it. “Oh.” I said, because I really didn’t know what else to say.

“Hideaki!” His wife scolded, clearly unimpressed with her husband’s bluntness. She turned to me and smiled kindly, although even I couldn’t miss her blush. “It isn’t your fault honey.” She assured me. “Tomu, say hello.”

I turned my attention to the son, who struck me as having intense Rock Lee energy, and not just because of the bowl cut. He looked serious and determined, with a furrowed brow, like he was about to go into battle or something. He bowed, just like I had, but with...conviction, somehow, if that were possible. “I am Tsutomu Goshiki!” He declared, so loudly that a few people were staring. “And I am honoured to be your host brother!”

Startled, and even more sure of the Rock Lee comparison, I could only stare down at him, a boy who I knew was the same age as me, yet seemed to want to carry himself with the dignity and seriousness of a man his father’s age. “Oh. Um. Hi.” I only barely managed to get the word out, a little bewildered at what I considered to be an over the top greeting.

He remained in his stance, upper body perfectly parallel to the ground, as I continued to stare. I saw him lift his head a little, and his eyelids flicker. I tilted my head to the side a little so I could actually see him without my chest obstructing my view. We maintained eye contact for a few seconds, before he stood up right again, practically snapping his body into position with such speed and force that I actually felt a slight breeze. “Let me help with your luggage!” He said as a declaration again, as if this was something deadly serious. “Which bags are yours?”

“Uh, they haven’t shown up yet.” I nervously glanced around, noting all the looks from strangers.

“Calm down now Tomu.” Mrs Goshiki said, with a mother’s fondness, clearly used to this. “I’m sure Cody is tired.”

“Coco.”

“Hm?” Mrs Goshiki turned to me.

I started to blush again, and I looked down shyly. “I uh...I would prefer it if you called me Coco.”

“Oh. Alright then honey, sure thing.”

I looked back up at her and smiled gratefully. “Thanks.” I looked back at the luggage carousel, watching as one bag after another made its way around on the conveyor belt, waiting for mine.

“There you are.”

I walked up to the conveyor belt, hand outstretched to grab the bright pink, Hello Kitty suitcase.

“Let me!”

Before I could react, Tsutomu suddenly appeared, yanking the suitcases. “Is the other Hello Kitty one yours too?”

“Uh, yeah, but I can-”

Thunk!

I stood there, somewhat awkwardly, as Tsutomu stood there, one of my suitcases in each hand, looking so serious that it made the situation comical. “Allow me!” He said, already walking on ahead. “As your host brother, it’s my job to help you settle in and make things easier for you.”

Deciding that it would be more trouble than it was really worth to argue, I quietly followed, trying to ignore all the curious eyes. ‘I wonder if he would’ve done that if I was a boy.’

-

During the car ride back to the Goshiki residence, I listened as Tsutomu told me all about Shiratorizawa Academy. Since I was arriving only a month after the beginning of the school year, I hadn’t missed much, but I would still need to work hard to catch up.

(“It’s a really tough school.” He had said. “But you wouldn’t be sent here if you weren’t able to hack it, so I believe in you.”

“Thanks.”)

But he spent most of his time talking about the volleyball team.

Being utterly ignorant to all things volleyball, I had a hard time keeping up. I got that he was an outside hitter-whatever that meant-and that the Shiratorizawa team was considered to be the best in the whole Miyagi Prefecture. And, what’s more, their captain and ace player, Wakatoshi Ushijima, was considered the number one ace among high school volleyball players, and was even selected for Japan’s under 19 Youth World Championship team. Despite my lack of knowledge, even I was able to tell that that was a big deal.

“And this year we’re going to go to nationals and win!” Tsutomu said excitedly, and with such conviction that I wouldn’t be surprised if that alone won them first place. “Hey! You should see us practice!”

“Oh, uh, I don’t know.” I said, honestly surprised by the suggestion. “I don’t really know anything about volleyball so....”

“You can still just watch.” He insisted. “And I can introduce you to the guys so you’ll know more people.”

“Tomu…”

Tsutomu turned to face his mother, who was looking over her shoulder at us. Evidently, the use of the nickname was enough to get her point across.

I looked out the window, resting my forehead against the glass, watching a city I had only seen in pictures and video go by me.

-

I woke with a start, eyes wide, looking around so quickly that I banged my head. “Ow.” I looked up, and saw that I had hit the glass of the car window.

“Good timing.” Mr Goshiki said, the first words I heard him say since the airport. “We’re here.”

I blinked and nodded, stifling a yawn as I got out of the car. I went to the back to get my luggage, but Tsutomu already had it covered, taking my suitcases up to the impressively sized house. While I was reeling from his speed, Mr and Mrs Goshiki took my sports bag and carry-on respectively, leaving me standing in their driveway.

I had no other choice but to quietly follow them, up the path, and to the door, taking my shoes off immediately upon entering.

“You’ll mostly be staying in Shiratorizawa’s dorms.” Mrs Goshiki said. “But during the holidays and, if you like, the weekends, you’ll be here with us.” She went up the stairs, followed by her husband and son so, naturally, I went with them.

“This will be your room when you’re here.” She said, opening the door to a spacious bedroom. It was sparsely furnished, with only a bed, a small bedside table, a bookcase, and a reasonably sized vanity. “You can decorate it however you want.”

“Thank you.” I somehow managed to find my voice again. I turned to face the entire family and bowed again, a little deeper this time, hoping it would be enough. “You’re all very kind.”

Mr Goshiki chuckled. “It’s fine, you don’t need to bow.”

I straightened up, mumbling a small and embarrassed “Sorry.”

“We’ll leave you to get unpacked.” Mrs Goshiki said. “You’ve got your own bathroom through there,” she pointed to a door on the left wall, “and Tomu’s room is right across the hall. Hide and I will be down the hall on the right. You get yourself settled in while I prep dinner.” She gave me one last comforting smile and with that, the family filed out, Tsutomu closing the door behind him.

I let out a deep sigh, looking around the room, and back down at my bags.

‘Better not unpack too much if I’ll be staying in a dorm.’

-

About two hours later, there was a knock at the door, making me pause in my arranging of the closet in my new room. “Yes?”

“It’s Tsutomu.” His voice was a little muffled by the door, but I could definitely tell it was him. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Alright, be right down.” I got up and went over to the door, only to find Tsutomu was still there when I opened it.

“Did you need help with anything?”

“Oh, ah, no. I’m all good.”

Tsutomu looked like he was about to press the issue, but he seemed to think better of it, and simply went on ahead down the stairs. “My mum made ramen, don’t worry it’s vegan like you put on the form.”

“Cool.” I blushed, remembering filling out that field and now wondering why I did so, when I knew that it would no doubt be a hassle.

I followed Tsutomu into the dinning room, and the two of us joined his parents at the table, big bowls of still warm ramen in front of us. After a quick prayer we tucked in. I had no idea if Mrs Goshiki had any experience with vegan food before, but if she hadn’t, that made the ramen all the more impressive.

The noodles weren’t too firm, nor was the broth too rich. The mushrooms were perfectly tender, and there was just the right amount of vegetables and tofu to balance everything out. I already knew that I was going to find out Mrs Goshiki’s recipe and learn how to make it.

“So what made you decide to do this exchange?”

I looked up at Mr Goshiki and shrugged, swallowing down the noodles and mushrooms. “Just felt like something different I guess.” I idly swirled the broth around. “And, I mean, I’m interested in Japan, so I figured I would take my chance.”

“Really? Why Japan?”

‘Don’t say anime and look like a weeb don’t say anime and look like weeb don’t say anime and look like a weeb I swear to fuck if you do that shit I am shutting this whole operation down.’

“Mostly how different it is from New Zealand.” I said. “An entirely different culture in an entirely different continent, I don’t know, just the usual curiosity I guess.”

‘You live another day.’

-

Dinner passed with regular small talk, with the Goshiki family getting to know more about me and vice versa. I offered to help Mrs Goshiki with the dishes, but she insisted I ‘go right to bed and get some much needed rest’.

The only problem was, despite the fact that it was the middle of the night, I was still wide awake.

‘I guess this is jet lag.’

I stared up at the ceiling, waiting for my eyelids to droop, and for sleep to take me, but alas, it proved to be as evasive as ever.

Sighing in defeat, I got out of bed, went over to the bookshelf, and got back under the blankets with My Melody, and began to re-read Hamlet, again.

[fakeyellow]

pls have some headcanons on Charlie and MC’s future after the DS ending:

“It’s said… Charlie spent her days sailing the Caribbean, looking for her lost love.”

After a month of planning, MC and Robert steal the compass and MC goes back to the past. To her immense relief, about the same amount of time has passed in the past as well and she and Charlie reunite.

The moment she sees MC, Charlie runs straight to her because she never stopped hoping. Even though Edward has warned her multiple times to not set herself up for a lifetime of heartbreak, she never let go of the hope in her heart that she’d see the woman she loves again.

She’d once told MC that she wouldn’t shed tears over their fate and she keeps that promise even as MC (unsuccessfully) fights back her own tears. MC feels warm and solid in her arms, the missing piece in her heart, and after a while, Charlie manages to pull back from their embrace (although she starts to miss MC the moment she does so).

“Welcome back, love.”

—

Their first night back together is filled with utter bliss and then they get back to business. Charlie shows MC what she’s been up to the past month: leaving Edward’s crew, gathering info on her mother, gathering supplies/a ship/crew members.

MC knows that at some point, she’ll have to return to her own time (based on what the museum curator told her) but she pushes that thought to the back of her mind. She’s going to be with Charlie as long as she can.

Two weeks pass and they slowly fall into a routine together and it’s like MC had never left in the first place. And then, one moment, MC suddenly finds herself back at her apartment. There was no warning, no sign beforehand. One moment she’s with Charlie, and the next she’s alone.

She’s bewildered, reeling after the compass forcefully pulled her to the present, and she desperately tries to go back, clutching onto the compass.

Nothing she does works but MC refuses to give up and she meets back up with Richard who also found himself suddenly forced back.

They continue to work together, working tirelessly for days on end, but the compass stubbornly remains the same without even a hint of a glow. And MC finally falls to her knees. The two weeks hadn’t been enough, there’d still been so much she needed to tell Charlie, so many things she wanted to do.

But even in the darkest of her slumps, MC clings onto the knowledge that there are, at the very least, three more times she’ll make it to the past. She still has to face the hurricane, the pirate kings, and Anne Bonny. Those events are written in history and they must come to pass.

—

A year passes and MC’s grocery shopping when she suddenly feels that pull and she finds herself back in the past. She knows that she must be confusing the islanders terribly in her modern clothes but MC can’t bring herself to care, running furiously all over the island in search of Charlie.

And finally, there she is, standing on the dock next to the ship MC had helped her choose.

“Just in time love, we’re about to set sail,” Charlie greets her with a relieved and yet easy smile, only to become startled when MC throws herself into her arms. But Charlie doesn’t stumble, catching MC (because she would never let her fall. Never.)

“It’s been a year,” MC whispers desperately, clutching onto Charlie like a lifeline and then understanding strikes Charlie like a lightning bolt.

“It’s only been a day,” Charlie whispers.

—

The first month back, MC is in a constant fear of being ripped away from Charlie but after a heartfelt conversation with her lover, MC learns to not dwell on that.

Every moment they have together is precious, especially now after they realise that the compass has a mind of its own, and worrying about her departure would only rob her of more time to be with Charlie.

They come up with plans for what to do for when MC suddenly appears/disappears and Charlie marks down the dates MC knows she’ll be back (although she shakes her head good-naturedly at MC’s offer to tell her everything she’s memorised from history books).

The second month, they find Charlie’s mother and there are tears all around. MC cannot express how utterly lucky she feels to be able to be there for Charlie in this moment.

The third month is filled with memories and reconnecting between two women who were torn apart for so long. MC had felt a bit nervous to meet the mother of the woman she loved (because the other time she’d seen Charlie’s father hadn’t gone so well) but she welcomes MC with just as much motherly love and for a time, they are happy.

But the fourth month comes and as much as Charlie loves her mother, she is a restless soul and the sea calls out to her. And so with her mother’s blessing and a promise to visit, Charlie sets sail to fulfill the destiny MC’s already learned about. More months pass and they make a formidable duo on the seas, evading and humiliating the Royal Navy with ease. It’s when they’re momentarily taking a break at Tiburon that they meet another female pirate and when she introduces herself as Anne Bonny, MC feels her heart sinking. She’s not forgotten that she could still be pulled to the present at any time but now she is confronted with the fact that she now knows of only two more times that she’s guaranteed to be back with Charlie.

Charlie squeezes her hand, knowing what’s taken over her mind, and MC takes strength in that, breathing deeply before pulling her shoulders back and greeting their fellow pirate with a smirk.

It’s only a week after their encounter with Anne Bonny that MC is thrust into the present and although she feels impossibly desolate and empty after having spent so much time with Charlie, MC picks herself back up.

—

Years and years pass and MC’s ventures into the past don’t become any more predictable. Sometimes she’ll find that years have passed for both Charlie and herself and it’s painful to see how time has left its mark on the both of them in the form of new scars and aches. Whether they’re given only a few days together or (rarely) multiple months, they take it in stride, loving each other even more fiercely to make up for the time they’ve lost.

MC and Charlie face off the pirate kings, rescue the people of Tiburon from the hurricane, and to MC’s great relief, the compass continues to bring her back after these events.

It’s in the middle of one of their age old battles against the navy that MC finds herself taken off guard, even with all of her experience, and a well-aimed cannon shot causes her to fall off the ship and into the sea. She flounders in the water, the raging waves pulling her under and then there is black until she wakes up in a hospital room.

She’s told that she passed out in the middle of the street and although she expects to be discharged quickly, the physician tells her that a routine EKG showed signs of heart failure and that she is to be admitted for further observation.

Living two lives has taken its toll on her body.

And so, at the age of 50 (although she’s lived for much longer), her heart gives out and in those moments where her monitor begins to beep and doctors and nurses begin to crowd around her, those words she’d heard long ago, the words she’d buried deep inside her but never forgotten resurface.

“It’s said… Charlie spent her days sailing the Caribbean, looking for her lost love.”

And MC understands. This is how their story ends.

A tear slips down her face and she closes her eyes one last time, everything fading to oblivion.

But then she hears the most beautiful voice in the world.

“You’ve kept me waiting for a long time.”

—

A/N: nothing I write satisfies me rn but the angst of the DS ending got me so whelp here are some shoddy headcanons.

In case it wasn’t clear, I have it so that MC goes back to the present for the last time after falling overboard in the middle of a battle. This is why Charlie searches for MC for the rest of her life, because even though she knows MC might just be stuck in the present, MC also might be lost at sea and she can’t ignore that possibility, no matter how scant it may be.

[takaraphoenix]

Taki Taki!! It's missing you o'clock!! So, tell me, what shows are you watching rn at this hopeless (and Arrowverseless) hours??

Aaaaw, Luuu! *hugs*

I have completely reverted into rewatching shit I trust these days, actually. xD

I don’t know, too many shows have been... disappointments lately - and by lately I mean “when Game of Thrones ended in that shitshow and The Magicians fucked me up real bad, both in like the same fucking month”, it’s honestly been a downhill battle since with ongoing and new shows that disappointed or fucked with me. So after uuuh a few more recent ones, I decided I needed a break from new things that can hurt/disappoint me. :D

I’m rewatching Buffy the Vampire Slayer for at least the 15th time, because it’s just my ultimate TV show comfort food. Rewatching it again for the first time since I started being obsessed with Shadowhunters and I gotta admit, I have a type (...in more ways than one. Show wise, because supernatural demon hunter is just the ultimate genre. But also “actor I will obsess with” wise because Dominic Sherwood and James Marsters... I... I’m weak. And favorite female character wise - look at that cute, sweet, dorky total badass blonde who kicks butt! *side-eyes Kara Danvers*)

Aaand since I got my amazing best friend @kimmycup and my wonderful lovely girlfriend @kunfyouzed to watch Once Upon a Time, I got really eager to rewatch it too and holy shit I forgot just HOW good it is. Like, I knew it was good, because it’s not one of my three favorite shows just because “people pretty, fairy tales real :D”, but I forgot just how good it is?

I have also convinced my parents to give BBC’s Merlin a chance. Because I felt like another rewatch and after all three of us came out of The Witcher utterly bewildered and overly disappointed, I figured the next show we could watch together should be a fun fantasy show! Granted, this one is a very slow going rewatch because yeah, watching with parents is an irregular and a one or two episodes at a time kinda deal. But it’s fun! (Mom likes ‘the pretty boy’, aka Lancelot, and keeps going “Where do I know x from?”, to which I get to play the “Uther is Giles from Buffy, Morgana is Lena from Supergirl, yes that girl from episode one you know her from Torchwood remember that, that was the show where Spike wanted to fuck a poodle, Gwaine’s from Nightshift, Percy is from Umbrella Academy - he was the one with the gorilla body.” :D)

Even anime wise, after the last new anime I had given a chance was just a completely mortifying and disturbing disaster that made me feel uncomfortable in my own skin, I’ve decided to rewatch Cardcaptor Sakura. Though I have now reached the new territory on that show, because I’ve never actually gotten around to watching the Clear Card arc since it was released in 2018, I always pushed it off with “with the next rewatch” so here we are. I hope it’s not going to hurt me. :D”

The only type of media I consume that I still allow new stuff is cartoons, honestly. I’ve recently watched Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts - which, if you haven’t seen, I’d definitely recommend based on knowing you like both Kara and Adora, because Kipo is that same brand of protagonist and it is honestly really sweet!

And The Last Kids on Earth, which... zombies... but aside from the zombies it’s a cute found family cartoon set during the apocalypse.

And Owl House!! You should give that a try too, because also total sweetheart protagonist. A girl who learns magic after accidentally walking into a magic realm through a portal. Also very found family-ish.

The latest was Glitch Tech in the past two days, which was really cute? Bit weird - because it’s like... glitches in video games that manifest in the real world and these teens have to take care of them - but weird in a fun way and I love the characters.

So, I highly recommend all the things I just said. The cartoons are all only 1/2 seasons in, so consider checking those out for a short-term commitment and aside from that, I genuinely advise “go rewatch something you love”, not just because most current shows are disappointments but also because there is just... such a sense of comfort in revisiting characters you cherish, rediscovering ships you love and knowing what’s going to happen, if only to the extend that you remember it pleased you, because that’s comfort-knowledge, really.

(But you mentioning Arrowverseless makes me remember that I do have plans of making a Leonard Snart Appreciation Day, where I will binge a playlist of all The Flash episodes with Lenny, because I miss him. ;^;)

[zodiacal-dust-and-curls]

Sleep HCs - BoRhap Boys

Rami

Drifter in the Night

He starts in one spot in one position and just kinda migrates to somewhere else?

He likes to try to fall asleep holding you, but he always gets too hot

Despite this, he won’t get rid of any blankets to try to help the situation. It is frustrating.

Fairly Light Sleeper

Wakes up to most movements and distressing noises

Sleeps the best when he comes home from shooting/interviews/interacting too much

His mind and body are just drained from dealing with people all day and he needs to recharge, so he does.

Actually likes his alarm clock. It is a very important and highly trusted friend.

Always tries to get up without waking you (never actually works) so you’re always greeted with a slightly sheepish and sleepy smile

 Gwilym

Space Heater

My god does this man put off some serious heat. Like your room AC is always set below 65℉ with the ceiling fan AND a personal fan on

You also only sleep with the duvet on top of the two of you. It helps.

He actually sleeps on his stomach facing away from you (not how you remember falling asleep ever), but touching you somehow. Foot, elbow, shoulder, something.

You always fall asleep before him with your head on his chest and one of his arms supporting your head. How he moves you without waking you up is still a mystery

He is naturally a morning person and it is bewildering. He sets an alarm, but you’ve never heard it because he wakes up before it and turns it off

Unless he’s drunk/hungover/utterly exhausted. Then all the rules go out the window.

These mornings you kind of love. He’s very responsible in making sure he doesn’t have anywhere to be the next day so he can sleep for as long as he needs. The only thing that doesn’t change is the heat (you wish, but no) otherwise, he passes out before you and you wake up still pressed to his chest.

 Joe

Cuddle Master Monster™

Must have cuddles before falling asleep next to you. No exceptions.

He is ready to cuddle you all the time, any way you want it. He doesn’t just cuddle you either, it’s like he heals your soul

Sometimes you need to be the Big Spoon because he likes to be held (it heals his soul)

He especially loves just collapsing on you in the middle of the bed and falling asleep while you run your fingers through his hair with his head on your stomach

No ‘set’ sleeping position per se, but if you ever wake up before him you find him on his side/stomach with one knee pulled up towards his chest. Like he’s pitching in his sleep

Moderate sleeper: doesn’t wake up for minor shifts, but will whine when you get up to go to the bathroom

You usually drift apart in the night but he always finds you upon waking

Not a fan of alarms, but responds well to them

Ben

Dead Weight

Let’s set something straight rn: baby boy does not wake up for anything if he doesn’t want to or have to.  

You have seen him sleep through a natural disaster. It was completely mind-boggling. Like it came and went and you checked on him and he DIDN’T MOVE.

He sleeps in whatever position he falls asleep in. He doesn’t move at all. The only sign he’s still alive is his chest rising and falling as he breathes.

He’s pleasantly warm and very easy to cuddle up to when you want. This was a shock the first time you shared a bed. You thought he’d be a furnace since he’s quite athletic, but he really just isn’t.

Likes a very firm mattress. You suspect it has something to do with how dense his body is. It’s like he just sinks into anything that’s too soft and struggles to get back out.

Soft pillows everywhere. And a big cushy comforter to go with them. All the plush none of the sink and he loves it.

Never wakes up before you, but that’s okay. You like to see him so at ease while he’s asleep. A lot of things weigh on his mind while he’s awake and it’s nice to know that they can go away, even just temporarily.  

[anarchy-in-the-pre-k]

(reposting a rant on twitter that i realized i dont want my irl friends to see)

almost every dark tower opinion i've ever seen posted to the internet has been absolute genuine bullshit. reading orders, best books, everything. I have a pretty firm stance of "read everything in publication order, not by chronological order" when it comes to like, anything-

because the whole idea of prequels is based on the idea that the events in prequels are given retroactive significance by events in later books. i can't think of any good examples of this rn, but the point is i think its really dumb that stephen king revised the 1st dark tower

book to contain references to concepts not established until books like 4 and 5. i can only imagine its utterly fucking bewildering for any new readers, and it doesnt even matter if details in the first book are inconsistent bc it becomes a major plot point in book 6 when

2 of the main characters confront stephen king (their "god") and he admits to being a flawed/inconsistent creator who keeps getting the details wrong of the worlds he creates. book 1 works much better as a self contained weird western/horror fix-up, and now its nothing but

a series of references to the later books that basically only rewards repeat readers. please god do yourself a favor and just read the original version of the gunslinger. even the stylistic updates are shit bc, lets face it, stephen king really fell off in the late 80s

the last 3 books of the dark tower are pretty godawful in comparison to the first 4 (gunslinger and wizard & glass are probably the two best fantasy stories i've ever read in my life) but thats probably bc it was when king was prioritizing good self contained stories over lore

also also also, no dark tower reading list should begin with the gunslinger. dark tower should be nobody's first king story. no matter what you do, and i hate to be that guy, it's important to get a feel for classic 70s king first, and then introduce yourself to flagg so if you really want to read the tower then you ought to start with salem's lot, pet sematary, the stand, and then (maybe) the shining, if only to establish the parameters of "the touch", although the touch/shining also gets explained pretty well in the stand

[m--ars]

Hey!! I haven’t forgotten how to write!!

Heres a sorta sweet scene between Castor and Marcus, warning for mentioned murder and war, and it takes place early in act 1

and oh!! Writing tag change!! In addition to my writing being tagged, so will Blood Of Sor, bc thats the working title rn!!

   The room was utterly, uncomfortably quiet. The only sound came from the continuous dripping of rain from the morning upon the balcony and the dull, staticky cable news.    Castor was huddled up on the corner of the worn couch, taking up as little space as possible. A heavy, thick blanket was wrapped around him. He didn’t move, barely blinked, even, as he wordlessly watched the evening news.    Marcus walked into the room, tossing his cigarette aside into the ashtray. “You’ve been quiet,” he noted.    Castor didn’t respond.    Marcus sat down beside him and picked up the remote from the coffee table. “You okay?”    “Mhm,” Castor mumbled. He didn’t look at him; he only stared emptily at the television screen, not taking in any word the newscaster said    “You don’t sound okay,” Marcus said. He turned off the news. “Talk to me.”    “I’m fine,” Castor muttered. He watched his reflection in the black screen.    “Listen, you can tell me anything. Really. You can tell me you’re a reincarnated Kennedy and I wouldn’t care,” Marcus told him.    Castor couldn’t help but laugh.    “Really, really. So what’s wrong?” he asked.    “Well…” Castor said. His voice was rough, like he had been crying earlier, “I...didn’t expect I’d have to kill someone.”    “We’re fighting a war. How--how did you think you wouldn’t have to kill someone?” Marcus said.    “I wasn’t told this was a war. I was told this place would keep me safe. I thought the worst I’d have to do is steal something,” Castor answered. The words seemed scripted; he’d been practicing what to say to him in his head.    Marcus stared at him, bewildered.    “I-I know, it’s kinda stupid, and that was really stupid of me to not ask questions,” Castor claimed. He tugged the blanket around him closer.    “I, well, I don’t know how to help you with that,” Marcus admitted, “But I get it if you’re uncomfortable with this. Murder’s murder; it’s going to be different for all of us.”    “I feel like a dead weight now.”    “You’re not,” Marcus said, “Definitely not. Back there, you came up with the plan to set up traps in case they found out we were there. You were the one who captured the guards with what you set up. If it wasn’t for you, that mission would’ve been a failure.”    “I couldn’t kill them though,” Castor said, “Isn’t that what we have to do--kill them? You said this is war.”    “War isn’t just death. It’s the art of strategizing and keeping your enemies in the dark. You did just that,” Marcus said, “Just because you didn’t kill them doesn’t mean you didn’t contribute.”    “What if I keep doing that? I’m just gonna hold you back that way. You literally had to kill them for me and that wasted so much time,” Castor complained.    “So be it. It’ll grow on you. For now, just do what you’re doing, because that’s definitely enough,” Marcus told him. He stood up and stretched. “Come on, I found a cat in the alley outside and I want to check on him.”    Castor stood up as well, “Aw, I wanna see!”    Marcus smiled. He walked out of the living room, and Castor followed.    “Marcus,” Castor said, “Um, thank you. A lot. I mean it.”