#absolutely loved writing. this tho!!!

[ninetyminutes]

i heart that blurb you did about lorne coming into work so sick the others think he's drunk! can u do a longer piece/more about him overworking himself?? and as always yes thank you for carrying the fandom

OMG THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!! Ok I definitely wrote too much so apologies, but I couldn’t help myself. Also thank you so much for the compliment it really means a lot to me!!! I really think that we’re all carrying this fandom because without yall it wouldn’t be fandom <3

Ok so we all know that everyone was putting in the work and doing long hours, but everyone was also aware that Lorne was always doing more. Like they know he was juggling a lot on his plate with all his responsibilities as the executive producer, shielding the cast and crew from the pressure from the networks, while also being involved in everything from the writing to the live performance. I can just imagine him being the first to the office and the last to leave most days, he’s just that dedicated to his work.

Lorne values his sleep. He doesn’t get up before 10 am, in fact he wouldn’t get up before noon most days. But slowly he starts staying later and later in the office and needs to come in to the office earlier and earlier, and it just totally encroaches on his sleep schedule.

I can also see him forgetting to eat a lot. It’s not intentional of course, but it’s still obviously not good for his health. We even see this in the movie when he gets the sandwich from Neil but he ends up throwing it to the side when he stepped in to break up the fight in the loading dock. He has full intentions on eating something and it’s something healthy because he’s actually health conscious (accurate to both the real Lorne Michaels and actor Gabriel LaBelle), but things come up and he gets distracted and just forgets. That’s why during meetings there’s always bowls of pretzels, popcorn, and vegetables on the tables for everyone because it’s one of the few instances where there Lorne gets time to just sit and listen. This is easily combatted by having someone eat with him. Like maybe he and Rosie are eating something while they’re editing one of the fake commercials or he’s having a long conversation with Chevy as he complains about something or the other(I interpret these as being conversations where Chevy is voicing his anxieties about the show and the shows future, like he comes across as arrogant and overbearing but Lorne knows he just needs reassurance and stuff).

But I don’t think anyone would be aware of just how bad it was until something pretty serious happens. Maybe he collapses or passes out somewhere. Or maybe Lorne starts to pull away from socializing, not because he doesn’t want to, but because he’s just too tired to host or hang out. And I really like this one because socializing is Lorne’s whole thing. Imagine everyone’s reactions when they ask if Lorne’s coming with them to dinner after work and he’s like “I think I’m just going to go home, I’m pretty tired.” Jaws would be on the floor. Lorne never says no to socializing, like his ability to talk endlessly is literally one of his defining traits, so for him to turn it down? Something is wrong.

So some of the cast and crew get together and they’re like “ok but what’s going on with Lorne??” They start to pay more attention to him and realize just how much he’s been pushing himself, maybe even seeing how much he deflates when no one is around to see. After seeing this they make it their mission to make sure Lorne isn’t overworking himself to death, like they want to make sure he’s eating and sleeping enough and also want to make sure he feels appreciated... It’s not easy work. Lorne isn’t big on accepting help from people, as someone who’s always been the one taking care of people it’s hard for him to accept care from others.

So in real life, Lorne would have people come over to his place after going out to dinner or something and they’d stay up late talking well into the night. Lorne loved it, he just loved socializing and hosting and stuff. So what if they all decided they would stop going over to his place to socialize to try and encourage him to get some sleep. Like they figured they weren’t helping by hanging out with him so much so maybe if they took the initiative and stopped he’d sleep more. But this totally backfired because suddenly it was like he’s sleeping less. What they didn’t know is that Lorne hated being alone—there was nothing worse than a quiet house in his mind (and maybe that has something to do with the trauma of losing his dad so suddenly as a kid). So maybe he stays up all night writing or starts taking scripts home with him to review to give himself something to do.

Pretty quickly the group realizes it’s not working. He starts spending more nights in the office and given how there’s showers in the dressing rooms (at least there were according to an SNL book I read), he didn’t have to go home if he kept spare clothes in his office. Besides, he’s slept on couches before and it's fact that he got first pick of all of the furniture abandoned in the studio so you know he got the most comfortable couch. I mean, why else would John Belushi nap in Lorne’s office?

Maybe one night Belushi needs a place to crash and stays at Lorne’s, like usual, and Lorne comes in to work the next day looking slightly rested. They’re confused and corner John like “what sorcery did you pull like did you fuckin drug him or smth?” And he’s just like “wtf no I’m not going to drug Lorne without his consent. I walked inside and immediately passed out on the couch.”

So they start this rotation where they try to make sure someone spends the night at his place every couple of days (or more), asking him if they could crash because of some excuse they give him. He obviously agrees because he’s Lorne and this is nothing new to him, and holy shit it kinda works.

Omg wait, imagine everyone showing up at Lorne’s doorstep for a sleepover after he’s had a really hard day. Like it was just meeting after meeting with executives and technical issues and a host drunk off their ass. And Lorne opens the door and is met with a group of people in pajamas, carrying blankets and pillows who push past him and pile into his apartment.

[shoot1ngst4r]

how i look trying to find a remus lupin or sirius black x reader that isn’t a poly fic

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[demaparbat-hp]

In your Spitfire AU, since Zuko is looking after Lu Ten II, what happened to Ursa?

Zuko is slightly older in the Spitfire AU. He was banished at fifteen, his head a little clearer and denial a little weaker than in canon. After his first look through the Air Temples, Zuko decides that if he can't find a myth, he might as well search for the next best thing.

Finding Ursa isn't easy, but in time he makes it to a secluded house in a near-forgotten part of the world. His mom is there, older and stronger and alive.

But she isn't alone.

And Zuko, as it turns out, didn't keep the best company during his search.

When Ursa is discovered and her secrets are laid bare for assassins (for Ozai) to find, she begs Zuko to take his little brother and run. She'll do anything it takes to protect her children, even if that means leaving them behind to keep a target off their back. Ursa diverts attention from them and allows Lu Ten's ancestry to be kept a secret. She orders Zuko not to follow her again, and disappears.

Zuko is left with a little three-year-old brother to raise and a mother he cannot hold onto.

[hayaku14]

kuroba kaito

also shinichi in that one kaishin fic probably

[queerofthedagger]

sometimes. what i like to read or write in fic or just generally play around with.... is different and, dare i say, sometimes even contradicting to what i think the canonical reading is offering. like yeah he would not fucking say that but every once in a while i do like to indulge. sue me

[walmartbrandwhatever]

in honor of tilly dropping ace lore here's her reaction in the ponyboys dead au because I'm am going crazy.

Death wasn't something new to Ace. It had been by her side for years. it was by her side for her mother, for her father, and hell even her grandparents. it was something she had learn to grow with it and heal. death came easy to her for the most part or that's what she had thought.

never once did she expect to lose anyone in the gang, nor did she think it would hit her as hard as it did. finding out on an afternoon that the youngest in her little group was dead felt like the world was ending.

she had been hanging with Steve at the dx during his shift, the two just fucking around until either she got bored or he got off his shift. two-bit came in with this devastated look on his face, dried tear tracks on his cheeks caused her stomach to do flips. something had happened and nothing would prepare her for hearing the words come from two-bitz mouth.

"he's dead. ponyboy is dead."

she heard Steve curse and hit the counter he had been standing behind. she just stood there for a moment, feeling the tears weld up in her eyes. no. just no. this wasn't supposed to happen.

ponyboy should be at home safe or at a track practice not lying somewhere dead. she just remembered breaking down sobbing. she briefly remembered Steve just kneeling down beside her and just holding her as he talked to two-bit. two told them that the socs that had nearly fought them the previous night had attacked Johnny and ponyboy. that they held pony in the fountain until there was no going back.

there was no going back.

those words haunted her. haunted her all the way to seeing her friends fall apart, fall into shells of themselves. Soda who had constantly joked and flirted with her now like a lifeless zombie just wishing for his baby brother back and Darrel go from being superman to a man who she couldn't recognize. two-bit struggling to even smile each day and steve losing his best friend.

and Johnny. seeing the kid just be overtaken with grief was fucking hard. it was hard to believe any of this was happening.

at the rumble she remembered the utter fear she had when it came to men. deep down she knew they would not hurt her but part of her was *scared* seeing darrel just pounding on his ex bestfriend(part of her just had a flashback to that man just beating on her aunt and she feels like that little kid who didn't know how to fight.) she watches the sweet kid she wishes she could have protected from the cruel and harsh world beat the ever living shit outta this socs that's just towering over him but Johnny gets him on the ground and she knew it was over for that socs. hell even dally was scared so she knew it was bad.

Johnny would kill each and everyone of them if it ment ponyboy could come back. but he wasn't. he will never be coming back and they must accept that.

after the rumble she remembered just heading back to the curtis' and they just sit in silence as they all help patch eachother up. she hates to admit it but she refused to let anyone but steve touch her. she watches as soda leaves quickly making up some excuse about curfew which she guess could've been true but she could tell he just needed to escape from his brothers- no just *brother*. One by one they all left and all ace could think was how death still seemed to be right by her side.

haunting her like never before and she feels like things will never get better

[necrotic-nephilim]

as an apology for being gone for a month, have a uquiz i spent a week making! pls feel free to reblog with which character you got, i worked way too hard on this silly little thing. there are eight different characters you can get that are varying levels of unknown, with comic recommendations for each character <3

[partyparade]

It warms my heart to see more follower oc x aym or follower oc x baal ships(or platonic interactions)

[iwoulddieforienzo]

Something really great about the persona 2 cast is that they all individually fucking SUCK to talk to casually. Every single one of them. They are all infuriating. We have:

Tatsuya, who will stare at you blankly if you try to initiate conversation (IS) and will dip without saying a word afterward (EP)

Batsuya, who will scoff and brush you off/otherwise act dismissive

Eikichi, who might honestly be the best to talk to in the IS crew and that is not saying much, who WILL talk extremely loudly over you (probably not on purpose?) and will not be paying particularly close attention to the conversation beyond whatever he wants to say (gets points for talking about his gf. gets points taken away for constantly talking about his gf)

Lisa, who will automatically assume bad faith and will be rude to you the entire conversation unless you manage to defuse her temper (good luck)

Jun, who is uncommunicative at BEST and requires an encyclopedic knowledge of flowers, metaphor and body language just to get a HINT on what he’s thinking, and who will be extremely polite but completely unhelpful. If you tried asking him what he wants for dinner I guarantee it will be the longest 30 minutes of your life as he goes “oh I have no opinion :) whatever you want. :))” EXCEPT HE DOES HAVE OPINIONS. He has SO MANY OPINIONS. He is Expecting you to be able to pick up on his “obvious” clues. He will be passive aggressive if you don’t. (Jun babygirl you suck so bad I love u)

Maya, who is a delight but will very quickly become grating if you try to talk to her about anything serious as she hits you with the white suburban mom's "how to live a happy, healthy life" lifecoach slogans. You can’t even mention, like, stepping in a puddle or something without her hitting you with the positivity beam.

Yukino is great actually. 10/10. She’s fabulous we love her. Incredible conversationalist, chill and fun and easy to get along with. But she’s from Persona One, she doesn’t Count.

Ulala, who WILL bring up her relationship problems in every conversation within 10 minutes at least once. Any longer and she will start talking about Maya.

Do I even need to explain Baofu. Have you seen him.

And finally, Katsuya, who is a cop and a kiss ass and Very Obvious about these things. Also he can't talk to women. He can barely talk to men. Help Him.

And yet they all work wonderfully as a group. They are so annoying I love them

[sunlitlemonade]

jayrose but they're just besties who flirt aggressively & relentlessly & shamelessly & nobody except them thinks it's funny

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Fluffvember prompt 8 - "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Link stretched, overlooking the terrain down below. He'd managed to get the young shadow warrior to Kakariko Village and let him rest for a few days. He was hoping that would be enough time, between the actual sleep and the food he'd been making to combat the gloom sickness plaguing the teenager. He'd never seen a case this bad, but he'd also never seen anyone possessed by gloom.

But it had been too long. He didn't like sitting in the same place. He had work to do, and he knew Ganondorf would be hunting for his kid.

Link had managed to get a little more information out of the teenager, but not much. Apparently, in the ancient past, he'd been taken in by Ganondorf and his family, had been engaged to Ganondorf's daughter. It was strange to even think the demon king could be capable of having a family. He tried to keep his opinion on the matter to himself, but it seemed his younger companion held very little love for the man anymore anyway.

Or, well... not overtly.

What mattered, in the end, was that they needed to move out. Neither of them wanted Ganondorf's minions to catch up to them or to attack the village.

Link noticed movement and saw his friend approaching. The kid was in new clothes now, having donned the Sheikah armor, hiding his pale face behind a mask, red eyes not quite looking so tired. He seemed to nearly have a bounce in his step as he looked around the village on his way to the hero.

When the shadow warrior noticed his scrutiny, he asked hesitantly, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Link smiled. "You look actually happy. I think that's the first time I've seen that."

Although the kid's face was half hidden, the way his eyebrows rose and cheeks puffed indicated he was smiling. "It's... nice to see my people still thriving after all these years."

"They're some of the best warriors in Hyrule, too," Link added, tilting his head to the side, voice warm. "I bet you'd make them proud."

The younger one's smile faded a hair, but he recovered, growing determined. "I'll make sure of it. We can start by destroying the Yiga."

Link barked out a laugh. "Well... we can eliminate ones on the way. They're not a huge threat."

His friend's serious tone dropped to something more exasperated as the teenager sighed heavily. "They really aren't."

Then the teenager clapped his hands together. "We should mess with them."

That got Link's curiosity. "Oh?"

"I can shapeshift," the teenager said, surprising Link. "It's old Sheikah magic. I can disguise myself as Ganondorf and completely throw them off."

Link hummed, thinking about it, chest bubbling with excitement. "Considering they've been trying to do the same for me with that fake Zelda nonsense..."

Although... that fake Zelda in the castle turned into gloom hands and phantoms. He doubted that was Yiga trickery. But they did do it once, and honestly... it would have been a lot funnier if it weren't for the horrifying reality of his dear friend's situation.

Link pushed the pain of that thought away, indulging the kid. "You know what, honestly, that sounds like a fantastic idea. We should tell them that they need to give up bananas."

The younger one's eyes widened as he slowly pulled down his mask. "That's genius."

Link laughed at the kid's absolute glee. He knew he had to continue his mission, but this... he could make time for this.

Anything to make the kid smile.

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 8

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: Sylus myth mentioned, mild hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1424

Written: 22nd December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

Sylus enjoys a karaoke bar, especially if he's got access to you for a duet. You tease him but you'll always join him, hanging onto his arm and letting loose, and he sometimes falters over the words because he's too busy watching your face.

Still, this is good too. You've set up the game system that the doctor bought for his base, presenting it with a sigh. 'You won't know the right one.'

He'd been a little insulted, but he'd acquiesced, in the end the doctor knows gaming better than he does. It's never appealed to him, and he's never had real time to try. A sing-a-long game is loading up, yelling out 'let's sing' loudly from the speaker system.

You'd presented it to him with the doctor, beaming, "You'll like this one, I promise!"

The fish had groaned from the sofa, "Why do we all have to suffer the crow's crooning?"

As much as you've teased him for being out of tune, you've always encouraged him. He can't count how many times you've asked him to hum for you. Lay against his chest, and unable to sleep for nightmares.

The reason for the at-home karaoke session, are the cocktails that Luke has decided he wants to try making. Kieran is his primary test dummy, and if anything doesn't make him spit it straight back out. You're trying them.

It's ill advised… Sylus knows you're not a light weight, but he does know you and the twins can get competitive. It feels like it's only moments before you start doing shots together, and if that happens he's bound to get dragged in, and as quick healing as he is, he doesn't fancy driving anyone anywhere. Nor does he want to get into a taxi with someone he doesn't trust. Not with you and the twins.

He needs you safe.

He also blames you for Luke’s new hobby, you’d showed them some movies, made comments about how stylish a good bartender is, (He hadn’t filed that information away, to practice. At all.), and Luke had taken that as a challenge.

“It can’t be that hard.”

“Yeah! You can do it bro!”

You’d laughed and not thought anything of it. They’d gone out, and returned with… boxes.

Then raided his alcohol supply.

He’d dragged them both back by the scruff of the neck when they went for the very expensive top shelf. In no world were they mixing that with… was that moonshine? Where did they even get moonshine from?

He doesn’t see you drunk often, there are times you’re out in busy places because you feel you have to attend, and he’s seen you drink then to soften the anxiety and stress. You always call someone to be there then, drunk you is far more willing to rely on others. He also has seen you drink when you feel safe, has carried you on his arm more than once in those situations.

You apologise but there’s no need, especially when he gets to see the embarrassed but enamoured look on your face as he holds you in one arm. Your fingers drifting over the veins in his bicep, with a look he can only describe as hungry. He flexes a little more than he needs to on those occasions.

(There was one time you’d made a comment about beef clod, and he had truly not known how to respond.)

He can see you getting to that point now, you’re trying something green that you and Kieran are sipping from the same glass with separate straws. Luke is taking his turn at the microphone, singing something about what he wants for Christmas. Sylus is unsure if the radioactive green drink is good for either of you, but you don’t look sick, still. He’s wary, and flicks your forehead. As you put a hand to the targeted area, pulling away with an offended ‘Oi’, he grabs the glass and sips from your straw.

“Aww, Boss come on.”

It’s… not as bad as he expected, but he can’t imagine drinking it for fun.

Whether his taste buds are ‘broken’ like you’ve claimed before, and its somehow worse than he tastes, he still doesn’t feel good about putting it back in either your’s or Kieran’s hands. So he downs it.

Wrinkling his nose and pushing the glass away.

Before you can grab another concoction, now that Luke is back and shoving something else onto his brother, (He’s going to have to hide the key to the liquor cabinet he thinks, if this becomes a long standing hobby for them.), he pulls you over to the karaoke machine. “It’s our turn kitten, I’m owed a song for saving you from a terrible fate.”

Your tongue is out at him, but you stumble over grabbing his arm to steady yourself, and pick up the controller to find something you both know well enough to get through it with little effort.

His song repertoire has grown substantially since you’ve reentered his life, he feels confident that anything you sing to often he has memorised. Catalogued away to think about on nights you’re not here to sing for him.

When you’re satisfied, lining up a particular choice, you thrust the microphone into his hand, that’s not currently steadying you at the waist.

You look right at him when the song starts, familiar with some things enough to sing them blindfolded, and as tipsy as you are, with your voice wavering a little, he’s as starstruck as he always is.

“And I’d give up forever to touch you, ‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow, You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be, And I don’t want to go home right now.”

There’s moments in his life, where Sylus wonders if he blinks, will you disappear? A fragile illusion on a wishful soul. That someone, somewhere has truly seen into him and seen something worth adoring and loving. He thinks you are easy to love, there can be no doubt that you are worthy without the need to earn it.

“And all I can taste is this moment, And all I can breathe is your life.”

You have reminded him, again and again that you love him, that he does not need to pay for it, or gift for it. That everything that is offered is freely given, and wholehearted. That there is nothing to earn. It is not a transaction, no relationship should be. You do not keep score, and you would rather he did not either.

“And sooner or later it’s over, I just don’t want to miss you tonight.”

It still leaves him with the feeling that in seconds he could wake up, in a cold cave, surrounded by gems he no longer sees beauty in, in a world where he is nothing but broken horns and lost family.

“And I don’t want the world to see me, ‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand, When everything’s meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.”

He loves you, he loves his life with you, and he is so scared-

Your hands move to his cheeks, his voice halts, wavering and pausing. Blinking at you. The microphone is out of your hands and you stretch up as tall as you can pressing a kiss to his eyelids. He almost drops his own, hand tightening on your waist. You sing just for him, lips at his cheek now, and his breath escapes in a long exhale, shaking.

You are his, you are his, you are his.

When his heart wavers, yours is there, keeping it beating, in time to a song only you can hear.

He is yours, he is yours, he is yours.

“I just want you to know who I am.”

He lifts you into his arms, and he sings with you, game forgotten because it doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters. If you are happy, he is happy, and he is so very happy with you in his arms.

If he wakes up tomorrow and you are not here, he will find you anywhere. He has done it before, and he will do it for the rest of time, because you are the one who sees him.

And later, when you are laughing and stumbling through his bedroom door, trying to pull away from the uncontrolled kisses he plants on your skin, tickling you and nipping, he will swear into your skin that he will always see you too.

Whoever you choose to be.

[m333myselfandiii]

So like hypothetically... if I were to write a Shintaro x reader fic, would yall read it? 🙃🙃

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

shout out to this ledge on the latest taskmaster s17 bloopers vid on yt lol

[mrmeepsmadmind]

thunderhowl doesn't even like to lick mechs (he'll sometimes lick rocks or random objects to help decipher what it is if his smells can't help with its history) because he likes to keep up his elegant knightly air but. also. he likes seeing that seemingly impenetrable wall of soundwave's superiority complex Crack a little with the impudence of Utter Disgust