#also people just wont shut up oh my god

[lohstandfound]

I have regrets......

[itsalwaysdark]

whining hours . sry

[seiwas]

I reached fuxkinf 30 tags 😭

the way he’s shaking oh my god kit he’s so nervous i actually feel like crying just — that whole interaction, the laugh, the tears; everything is so vividly thick with emotion oh my GOD

And he cracks a small smile thinking he might cry too?! OH baby i am 😭😭 then he fucking says it ‘you told me to do it scared’ GOOOOOD KIT THAT FUXKING CALLBACK 😭😭 WHAT IT MEANS 😭😭 how he’s listened to you all this time, how he’s carried that lesson with him for YEARS 😭😭

So he’s asking u to marry him scared. That you’d say no. That he’s stutterz godgodgodgodgod *head in hands*

and when reader asks have you asked me ? And he’s like, he was gonna have a speech THEN GETS CHOKED UP ABT IT ARE U SRS RN I THINK IM IN LOVE W HIM 😭😭😭😭 and he’s like ‘maybe ill have to save it for later’ oh GOOOD he rlly would do that. I think he’s just so the type to prepare these things and have it all he thrown to the side in the last minute 😭

And its so real so true. You not needing anything else but just him asking it. To hear him say it. Ih god the devotion

And and and an ddint even get me started when he takes your hand, still shaky, runs his thumb across ur ring finger 🥺 dont eeeeven get me started there ill cry aksmdkdnn and he says ‘ok ill do it’ oh my fod biggest dork ever i love him

GET ON WITH IT HAJIME 😭😭😭😭

Then he kisses where the ring would be 😭🥺😭😭 then looks up at you even while youre scared 😭😭😭 will you marry me murmured into your knuckles oh my god ig my gohs skisbssinsiensincjrnd im gonna pass oUTTTG

Holding himself uprigjt to kiss u properly? Oh i would rusjsjdjdjdjdndn

And their banTER AFTER. How he places the rinf on you. THE BAAAANTERRRRR

His eyes are so soft that you knkw theyre for you <- ARE U KIDDING ME RN . RU FUCKING KIDDING ME RN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 im waging wars for him . Flinging myself across the ocean

KIIIIIT I LOVED THIS SO MICH as you can tell lol im barely coherent but like . I loved this so much i have no words

you told me to do it scared

Iwaizumi was sixteen when he lost all of his fear.

He doesn’t really remember exactly what it was that the two of you were talking about, or when, but he remembers how his voice echoed in the alleyway home — the shortcut, he called it.

Iwaizumi remembers rambling and he remembers that you let him; you were never one to cut him off. He was a good listener, as it could be especially hard to get a word in around people like his group of friends, but you?

Around you? He couldn’t shut up.

He was rambling on and on about something — he forgets what, but it was big for his sixteen-year-old self. Nerve-wracking.

“Are you done?” he remembers you asking, side-eyeing him as you walked.

“Uh, yeah. I’m done.”

“Great. What are you even worried about, Hajime?”

(He still doesn’t know what. It turns out that you were right, and it was so insignificant that he can’t even remember what was bothering him to this day.)

“I don’t know. Rejection. Failure—“

“Oh, please,” you scoffed. “Yes, because Hajime Iwaizumi is known for failing.”

He furrowed his brows. “Don’t be mad that I’m nervous.”

“Scared, Haji.”

“I’m not—“

(You gave him a look and he shut his mouth.)

“So what?” he asked then, dropping his hands in his pockets. You never really knew why he was so good with you, why he talked so much — you never dared question it. “How do I get over it and just do it?”

You smile, shaking your head.

“You don’t get over it. You do it scared.”

“What?”

“Fake it ‘til ya make it, Haji.”

(Iwaizumi doesn’t remember what he did, but he knows he did it terrified; he did it well, too. Passed the test, won the game, cleared the hurdle, got the job. Whatever it was.)

Iwaizumi was sixteen when he lost all of his fear. He’s twenty-eight when it all comes crawling back.

By now, he’s more than a decade older with a bunch of fearlessness under his belt, from spiders put back outside to funny noises in the yard. He’s carding his fingers through your hair on the couch you both picked out, and he hasn’t been this scared in a really, really long time.

(Probably not since you told him that he just needed to do it.)

Iwaizumi is scared because, for the first time in the three months he’s been carrying your ring in his pocket, he really wants to fucking give it to you.

He’s always wanted to — no shit, it’s why he bought it — but tonight is the first time he wants to ask you. He doesn’t just want to picture it on your finger, he wants to feel it against his hand when he holds yours.

The same movie you’ve seen four times plays on the TV. You’re leaned right against him; your eyes are heavy, you’ve yawned a few times.

Half of him wants to do it, half of him knows it’s late.

It’s just — it’s you in his shirt, in his sweatpants, in his arms. He has been yours for way too long to not have done this sooner, but neither of you have ever been in a rush to do anything.

Until now, half past midnight on your long weekend and all he wants to do is plan a wedding.

Iwaizumi can’t even sit in his imagination for long, because soon enough you’re sitting up with a look of confusion and you’re lifting his hoodie up, putting a hand over his heart.

“What?” he says, half a breath and half a laugh.

You look … concerned. He can’t tell whether he thinks it’s cute or distressing. “You don’t feel that?”

“Feel what?”

“Hajime, your heart is racing.”

“Is it?” he asks. He sets his hand beside yours. “Nope, don’t feel it.”

You roll your eyes, yanking his sweater back down as you sit at his side. “Well, something is making you two steps away from arresting right here. Spill before I call an ambulance.”

“It’s nothing, seriously. Watch the movie, will you?”

“But I’m nosy, damnit. Don’t you know me at all?”

God, so fucking well. Somehow, not well enough. Tell me more. Tell me everything I already know.

“It’s nothing!”

“Hajime,” you say, and finally your voice is stern. “Whatever you want to say, you know I could never be mad at you for it.”

Iwaizumi takes a deep breath. The box in his pocket feels like it’s made of fucking lead.

“I—“

“Stop. It.”

(He does. He stands up instead.)

“Okay, wait,” you start again, “I didn’t mean leave.”

“Give me a second, damn,” he groans, dusting off his pants, checking it’s still there. Of course it’s still there, but if it wasn’t, this would be bad.

Iwaizumi knows you deserve a thousand flowers and a candle-lit beach, and maybe he’ll give you both. But he’s neck-deep and the water is rising; it’s now or within the next hour, really.

“Hey, are you alright? You’re pale,”

“I’m fine,” he reassures you. Iwaizumi kneels in front of the couch.

“Hajime,” you say again, face contorted in worry. “Seriously, are you—?”

You don’t just trail off, you jump off the road.

In one of his hands is a box. A small one, fitting for a ring. His other hand rests on your knee.

“Are you—“

“—dead serious? Yeah,” he says, sounding way less strong than he looks. “I am.”

He opens the little box, showing you what’s inside. It’s in your colour, a pretty diamond glistening beneath the warm light of your table lamp and the movie. You swear you even mentioned that shape once, probably years ago.

“No,”

“Yeah,” he says, “yes.”

“Are you serious?” you whisper, feeling your tears jerk to the surface, rimming your eyes. You rest a hand on his.

He’s shaking.

“Hajime,” you laugh, wiping a hand under your eye. “You’re shaking.”

He sighs.

“I know,” he nods. Iwaizumi cracks a small smile — he thinks he might cry, too. “You told me to do it scared.”

Your brows furrow and unfurrow in the matter of a few seconds. Yeah, you did say that.

(You were sixteen and talking about less major things, but you did say that.)

“So I’m doing it,” he finishes. “Scared.”

“Scared of what?”

He shrugs. “That I’d stutter when I ask you to marry me. Or that you’d say no.”

You smile. “Have you asked me?”

“Not yet. I was gonna make a speech, but I,” he slows. He stops — he has to, he’s getting choked up. “I might have to save it for later.”

“I don’t want a speech, I wanna hear you say it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” he says. Iwaizumi takes your hand in his shaking hold, his thumb swiping over the top of your ring finger. “I’m gonna do it now.”

“Get on with it, Hajime.”

You’re unmistakably excited.

Iwaizumi kisses where the ring will be if you tell him yes. Scared and all, he looks up at you.

(He speaks the words you’ve been waiting for into your skin. Will you marry me? murmured into your knuckles.

You don’t even tell him yes. Not coherently, anyway.)

You throw yourself into his chest and he has to hold himself up against the coffee table behind him to kiss you upright.

“Yes,” you answer again, over and over. “Even if you were scared to ask.”

“It just means I love you, doesn’t it?” he murmurs, taking your hand and moving it back in front of him. He slips your ring onto your finger. “Just scared on the off chance you were gonna spit in my face—“

“Shut up,”

“Hey, don’t talk to your fiancé like that.” Iwaizumi hesitates, looking up from the ring to your face. His eyes are so soft that you know they’re for you. “That has a ring to it, doesn’t it?”

“Fiancé,” you repeat. Husband to be.

“Yeah. That does sound pretty good, doesn’t it?”

“Just imagine how I think fiancée sounds, honey.”

“And look — you didn’t even stutter.”

“Oh, come o—“

“Careful what you say, now. Happy fiancée, happy life, Hajime.”

“I don’t think that’s the saying, but okay.”

note; tagging @shotorus because this is your man :3 happy late birthday sel!

[iouinotes]

Show-off | Mike Ross

pairing: Mike Ross x female!reader

show: Suits

genre: smut word count: 2,9k

summary: you and your co-worker Mike dont get along very well. But when you have something that he needs, suddenly everything is different.

a/n: Just watched the first two episodes of "Suits" and something about Mike is really attractive-

Working in a well-known office as a lawyer has it's advantages. Such as being respected by business people or being able to afford a lot of things, you spend all your evenings analyzing documents rather than meeting actual people.

Nevertheless, sometimes there are also negative factors. For example, my co-worker Mike, who really believes, that he is with his ridiculously skinny tie and sarcastic humor better than the others. Or right now, better than me.

"God, I cant believe you. Can you behave for once?" I use my fingers to push my hair back in frustration, noticing how my head starts to hurt. Its 10 pm and I'm currently trying to stay calm, though because of one man in particular, my nerves seem to be getting thinner within seconds. Valuable time is wasted that I could spend somewhere else instead of with him.

"Now it's my fault, that you don't have the documents with you? Sorry, I can't help you being organized in your own workplace." His voice irritates me. Everything about him is so frustrating.

"I told you, I didnt get the message! How am I supposed to know, that you need something, when you don't tell me anything about it? Maybe you should stop being so childish and ask me in the first place, instead of running to Rachel!" If our job had nothing to do with justice and we werent literally standing in a law company right now, I would kill him. And then I wouldn't hesitate to go to court and say it was self-defense, because I didnt want to hear any of his miserable excuses anymore.

"So what do you think, I should do? I need these documents for tomorrow. Please, I know you don't like me, but it is really urgent." Why does he has such blue eyes? The look he is going me is even more irritating than his voice.

I sign, exhibit my laptop and try to put the pens back, that are laying all over my desk.

"Okay, fine. As I said, the documents are at home, so-" I don´t even get to finish my sentence.

"Great, so I'll meet you there. And I wont even tell anyone, if your place is a mess." His eyes wander over my messy desk, and even If I don´t like to admit it, it's a bad habit of mine. But, he shouldn't make any assumptions about the neatness in my apartment.

"I hope you loose the documents on your way home." At my words, he grins smugly.

"Well, then I could lie and say you didnt found them anymore and I hadnt had the chance to go through them." He leans towards me.

"I'll run you over with my car." He raises his eyebrows at my threat.

"You sure should do something that makes you smile more often. Is that even something you know how to do?" I show him my middle finger and turn to left my office. When I close the door, I hear the laughter in his voice.

"The next storm should be named after you as quickly as you left the room." He follows after me.

"Can you shut up for once? Oh, I forgot. You don´t last one second being silent. Thats a shame, the world could finally heal." His hand rests on his heart, his features fake a hurt expression.

"Ouch. You really don´t like me that much, huh?" His eyes try to search mine.

"You get on my nerves on purpose every fucking day. Should I thank you for that?" I turn my head to look at him.

"Yes, you should. Your life would be so boring without me." He grins at me again from the side, that typical grimace that is always adorn on his face.

"You wish." When I tell him my address, he raises his eyebrows, but before he can make an unfavorable comment, I get into my car.

Darkness surrounds me and when I see him going away, I lower my head to the steering wheel. He really is the best at confusing my emotions.

~~~~~

I turn off the lights of my car and get out of it, so I can finally make my way to my flat. Its not something special, I mean I have a living room, which is quite big and connected to the kitchen, a bedroom and a bath. But I am very lucky, because I have a small balcony, from which I can watch the stars at night. But I usually only do that when I can't sleep.

So, when I enter my apartment, I let my eyes wander over the manageable mess, I put some clothes back in the closet and the dishes in the washing machine. The place almost looks decent, when I hear the doorbell.

As I open the door, I'm nervous for some reason. I let him in and turn to my office drawers, looking for the document.

"Nice place. You live here alone?" His fingers trace my bookshelf, I see him reading the titles.

"No, my wife is still at work." When I look at him dead serious, I see him laugh in surprise.

"So, you do have humor. I thought, you were one of those exceptions that wouldn't be able to do that." He means it as a joke, but something in my chest hurts.

When I reply with a monotonous voice, I see his eyebrows pull together. "I live here alone. That's what you wanted to hear?" I'm getting more frustrated again with every second he's around me.

"No- I didnt mean it that way. I'm sorry. My intentions were good, I promise." When I look at him for a moment, I see his honest expression.

It would be so easier for me to hate him, if I didnt know, he was a good human. Well, most of the time.

We are silent for a moment, but when I hear his footsteps, I tense up.

"What are you doing?" He's now standing right next to me.

"Helping you. You seem a little, tense?" I glare at him for a moment and he raises his hands in defense.

"Just pointed out the obvious. But dont worry. You still look lovely." I stop in my movements at his words.

"Thats such shock for you?" His voice shows surprise and a certain curiosity.

"Only that you say it." I look into his eyes.

"Well, you may think I'm dumb, but I'm not blind."

He just called me beautiful, sort of. It´s confusing me.

When I finally find the documents, I hold my hand out to him.

"I don´t think you are dumb. I think you're annoying. And a show-off. I don´t like that." His eyes follow me.

"What do you like then?" His question surprises me. He slowly takes the documents out of my hand, his finger gently brushing mine.

"I don´t think that is any of your business." I try to clear my voice. His touch makes me shiver.

"Come on, tell me. Would that be so bad?" His whole presence is making me nervous and I feel my hands start to shake.

At work, I can always hide behind a mask, pretend that nothing he does affects me. I can act like I truly hate him, even though I catch myself looking at him, from time to time. Especially when he shows off his intelligence without realizing it, impresses his clients and -I would never admit it- me too. It's a certain charm about him, the way he always knows how to answer, while being mischievous and clever about it.

But now, that he's in my apartment and so close to me, it's suddenly different. And I don't know how to react to him being nice.

"I look for someone who isnt afraid of commitment. Someone who is honest and kind, but who also challenges me. I want to feel safe, so I can put my trust not only in myself."

He nods and is quiet for a moment, I begin to feel stupid for telling him all of that, when he responds.

"I get that. Someone whose shoulder you can lean on when things get too much. Someone who meets your needs, who wants to be in your life. For longer than a one-night stand." He smiles at me and I see for the first time, why I possibly could like him.

"Also, statistics show higher rates of being robbed or kidnapped, when you have one-night stands." This remark almost makes me laugh, even though it's frightening.

"Well, who would even notice, if I would disappear? Probably only my clients, because they need me." I lower my head, being completely honest with him for the first time.

"I would notice."

When I look at him, he takes a step towards me. His fingers gently slide over my shoulder and brush my hair aside, the touch makes a warm feeling bloom in my chest.

"I couldn't annoy you anymore. My life would be pretty boring without you. And it's not so bad to be able to look at such a pretty face every day, even if it always looks at me annoyed, like all the time." I quietly laugh at that, feeling surprisingly good because of his compliment.

We look at each other, now being really close. My eyes travel to his lips and I don´t even know how it happens, but suddenly he is all over me. His lips on mine, his hands on my waist, lifting me up to sit me on the desk. I moan softly when his hands tangle in my hair and he pushes himself closer to me, so that he's standing between my legs. One of his hands gently wraps around my neck and I feel my loud pulse.

My hands move too, stroking his back and holding him closer to me by his tie. As he pulls his lips away from me, he lifts my chin with his finger. Now, looking down at me with widen pupils. I hold his eye contact, forgetting all about my issues with him, when he speaks to me with a deep voice (which I suddenly don´t think sounds irritating anymore).

"Be angry at me tomorrow and mine for tonight. I bet, all your frustration from work and your thin nerves can catch a break, what do you say?"

Not much. Because I pull him towards me by his tie and kiss him again. I don't want to stop at all anymore. He returns the kiss with the same enthusiasm and his hands find their way to my waist again to lift me up again. When he crosses the living room with quick steps and lays me down on the sofa, I already feel out of breath and clearly turned on.

His kisses become more intense, his lips move from my mouth to my neck, leaving marks there. But it feels too good to make him stop.

"I will gladly hear your excuses, when someone asks you about your hickeys tomorrow. Because you will be all flustered, when you think again about this moment. Where you are ready to be fucked by your colleague, who you despise so much." I whimper as he pushes up my dress and his hands pull my tights down to my knees. The cold air hits my skin, but I don't really notice it, because his lips are on my neck again and his fingers connect first with my stomach and then further down. I hold my breath as his lips touch my ear and his fingers stroke my folds.

"So wet for me. Didnt think, I would turn you on this much." I kiss him to shut him up.

"You are-" I moan, when he finally puts a finger in me. "-so annoying." He laughs at me.

"Am I? But you seem to like it." I feel myself getting wetter, his fingers feel so good as they move gently but firmly inside me. One of his hands moves to push my dress further up and somehow, he manages to pull it over my head. Now, I'm lying in front of him in just a bra, his hands slowly find their way over my body and to my back, which I lift slightly so that he can open the clasp.

When I lie naked in front of him and he massages my breasts, his lips touch mine and his fingers stimulate me, I feel like I'm in heaven.

He breaks apart, so he can look at me and I draw my eyebrows together, when his fingers increase in speed. My mouth opens and the sounds that escape me echo in the apartment.

"I'm- god, I think I am going to come-" at that he starts to tease me, going slower but a lot deeper. My eyes almost roll back as he hits a certain spot inside me.

"That feels good? What do you say, when you want something?" You stupid idiot.

"You stupid-" I begin to say as his lips graze my nipple and his finger scissor and stretch me out further.

"One word, darling. Say it." And because I feel this knot inside me (and maybe this side of him turns me on, like a lot), I finally open my mouth to please him.

"Please, Mike. I-I need to-" My sentence is cut off as his fingers speed up and I moan loudly.

"Thats a good girl, you can be so good to me, if I make you." His lips search mine as I finally come. My breathing is heavy and when I come down from my high and look at his face, I see the satisfied expression.

"You are done-" I can't maintain my strict facial expression and suddenly have to start smiling. His eyes widen in surprise and I raise my eyebrows, still smiling softly.

"What?" I quietly laugh at his expression.

"Nothing, its just- I have never seen you smiling so happy." I roll my eyes gently. As I look at him closer now, I see the bulge in his pants and the loosened tie. As I lean forward, his eyes shift to my body.

"You still are fully clothed. A bit unfair, don't you think?" I watch him swallow and my hands move to his chest to slowly unbutton his shirt. As I also remove the tie and slip the shirt from his shoulders, I sit myself on his lap. Rocking my hips forward and seeing his eyes close. His hands move to my hips and begin to control the movements, my eyes close too and my head leans into the crook of his neck as the movements become faster.

Sighs and heavy breaths leave his lips and once again, one of his hands moves to grab my breasts, lightly grazing the nipples.

I look at him, noticing his swollen lips and his flushed cheeks. His hair is a mess and his forehead is furrowed, but he tries his best to pull himself together.

I groan as I look at him and suddenly think back to todays afternoon, when he was on a phone call and I heard how he listed one reciting fact after another, without any difficulty.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

"N-nothing" I'm definitely too embarrassed to admit how much his intelligence and the way he seems to know everything, turns me on.

One of his hands moves to my entrance and teases me by just circling around it. When I try to push myself down, he pulls his fingers away.

"You tell me, whats going on in that pretty head of yours and you'll get me." My body feels so hot, I can't think properly anymore.

"You where on a phone call today and you just- you listed without any effort every single point that will help you win the case. You just said it like- it's nothing."

When his fingers dig into me again, I bite my lips. I try to control my moans and not pay attention to the fact, that I just gave him every opportunity to make him be more complacent than his usual self.

His fingers pump into me and I feel slightly overstimulated. But I wouldnt want to stop now.

"You get off by the thought of me, saying memorized facts? Who would have thought that my intelligence would turn you on so much." God, his ego probably doesn't fit in this apartment anymore.

"Don't think too highly of yourself, you still annoy me." Now I'm really just trying to get myself out of the situation. I lean towards him, so he can't say anything anymore and pull on his blonde hair to distract him.

Moans escape my lips and when I notice that his noises are also getting louder, I pull away from him. He looks at me confused.

"I want you inside me." Thats all I say, but he quickly complies with my request. I slide off his lap and wait for him to take off his pants and boxers until he's finally on top of me again. His fingers find my bottom lip and while maintaining eye contact, I open my mouth so he can insert a finger. My tongue brushes against his and after a few moments of him pressing on my tongue, he lets his fingers move back to the spot that needs him the most.

He stretches me for a few minutes until he finally guides his cock to my hole and slowly penetrates me. My eyes close and I hear his breath in my ear as he pushes further.

"You are so tight- good thing finally someone fucks you." I nod without thinking and hear his laughter in my ear.

"You think so too, huh. Would you let anyone fuck you then?" My stomach tenses, I feel the pleasure growing again and every movement of him. This feels so good-

I try to shake my head, but I'm too lost in the sensations to pay much attention to his words.

"No? But I thought, you hate me. Why would you let me fuck you, if you don´t even like me?" His thrusts become faster and more uncontrolled, I feel him getting closer to his own high.

"I-" I try to stutter "d-don´t hate you." I feel myself getting closer and reach into his hair, pulling at the roots and feeling his lips on my shoulder. His thrusts become more powerful and as he moves his hand and massages my clitoris, suddenly everything goes white in front of my eyes and I come.

I feel every inch inside of me, feel his fingers brush over the visible bulge in my stomach and think to myself: god I feel so full

When he comes too, I moan so loudly that it's impossible that my neighbors didn't hear me. His hand finds its way around my chin, he slides a finger into my mouth and I feel my vagina tighten because of it.

He hisses and his thrusts slow down until he finally pulls out of me, trying not to fall on top of me. As I give him some space next to me, he falls halfway on me, but pulls me on top of him in the next second and I can hear his strong heartbeat. With his outstretched hand he pulls the blanket over me, that had fallen to the floor.

We both try to catch our breath and as the minutes pass, only the wind outside is heard. He is the first to break the silence.

"So, you don't hate me?" I lift my head from his naked chest to look at him.

"Only sometimes." He shakes his head and smiles, gently stroking my back.

The evening went by quickly, we ordered a pizza and ate it (clothed) on the terrace. We were going over his documents for tomorrow, I blushed at the thought that this was the real reason he came here, but he just hugged me from behind after we finished and continued watching the stars.

It's not really clear what this evening means for us, but I don´t want to get into that, not yet. Because I'm not sure what it means anyway.

Because now, I have to get used to the fact that his voice no longer irritates me, that his jokes no longer annoy me and that he as a person, is actually not as bad as I imagined.

"Who thought, I was the one to get you relax."

But he is still a show-off.

[stitchwraith-stingers]

sorry for never shutting up about how people treat hazel but ohh my god shes my fave character atm.... i get to be mad!! she has good enough information that you can play around with headcanons freely

the only moments people wouldve brung up is when dev is in the episode, there was no reason for the episode that showed her tendancy to overthink and be emberassed over small mistakes by wishing a do-over and over again, having to realise that running away from the idea of creating a problem wont help her in the long run JUST so people could go "omg haha dev has a crush on her" i could litterly not tell you what the general concensious on most episodes are because i dont know peoples opinions on them because in general they dont discuss them beyond his scenes

fanart too, ive personally muted the dev and devzel tag and when i look up #hazel wells i want you to guess how many posts i find that arent hidden! spoiler alert its barely any of them, listen im not saying im shocked at the fact The Characters Made As A Duo are drawn as a duo, its whatever and while im not personally a fan in general i really do get the appeal, but you have to admit that at some point it gets really suspicious when the only fanart you can find in one character is only with the more popular one, over 200 fics in the hazel tag on ao3 and theres only 20! without the dev tag! (10 more then when i last checked, crazy! go read fly bird, fly now), and my main problem is is that hazel is shown to be her own person OUTSIDE of their friendship, infact wouldnt you know it shes the protagonist herself! the fact that most aus ive seen are focused on dev/dale/peri is whats most confusing to me, "oh but theyre so interesting to work with"

really! youre telling me you cant think of a fic / au idea on her own? miss "i was going to have a previous godparent who didnt listen to me at all", miss "i am very anxious and i overthink to the point where my desicions", miss "i had an encounter with my evil shadow self when i was a fairy" (shout out to fairy bound au btw, im a big fan), miss "my mom doesnt fully know how to handle children inspite of being a therapist and tells me im handling things mature so i feel like i should be", miss "with the fact that im terrified my friends are making fun of me behind my back, i didnt know how to talk to anyone and a cafetiria made me so overworried and i speak to my rocks could imply the fact that i was outcasted at a young age", miss "my brother who has been my anchor and i has taught me everything i need to know has left me and hes also struggling to adjust to everything and we were insanely close to the point where the reason this whole thing started is because of him", miss "i regularly help my dad hunt a ghost that doesnt exist but it makes him happy", miss "i am litterly friends with the coolest kid in elementary school", miss "my landlords are litterly doomsday preppers and our parents want me to get along with their werido twins", miss "i didnt even hestitate to kill myself if i had to save potatoes for humanity after i pissed off mother nature", miss 'i got called out on projecting my past bonding expiriences on my best friend by some werid demon posessing her body right infront of me' none of that makes you want to think of something about her on her own? not even a spark of an idea? its almost like you guys watched exclusively 6 episodes and watched 5 minutes out of them at most

hazel is very interesting and shows her own struggles, she likes puns and fries and rocks and anime and horror movies (and apparently mushrooms if you count that one scene), she tries to problem solve so that no one is unhappy (patty being alive so winn wasnt upset, trying to get the band and orchestra together, accidently haunting her house and wishing her dads day was extra special, trying to find a dinosaur she spontaniously teleported his own job), she has multiple episodes showing her insecurities and how she tries to hide it so she doesnt look like a bad person, but inspite of it all is a understanding person and a peacemaker and doesnt like arguments, hell shes even such good autism represntation im 99.9% sure it wasnt intentional at all

dont even get me started on the takes ive seen in the finale, listen the finale has alot to be said and it definatly wont be everyones cup of tea (i think them trying to refrence every episode felt so chaotic personally) but regarding people with the ending is still giving me a headache, "she shouldve used her wish on him" that wouldve been so boring and predicable, say what you want on what she actually used it for but i think you guys should realise that for the kid whos regressing back into his bad copium mechanisms should get to face his concequences, 'hes 10 and neglected so thats why he acted like that' and 'she doesnt need to put up with how he treats her and hold his hand and be his personal therapist' can both coexist, people being pissed that she lightheartly agreed that he fucked up when HE admitted it is crazyyy CRAZYYY (also the fact ive seen someone say 'her moms a therapist she shouldve known' ???)

this isnt even touching on "hazels other relationships like her friends and family arent developed enough so thats why ppl dont care that much" while that is a valid critism i have with the show in general i still dont think applys to what im specifically talking about to demonstrate dale has appeared in THREE episodes (four if you want to stretch it), meanwhile hazels parents have appeared more often and im barely seeing them in fanart "but dale has a backstory!" so do those two have a whole episode explaining how they met "b-but dale is interesting as a role as a villain!" the guy is barely a villain [so far atleast], but also is being a therapist and a parascienists already not an interesting enough? are you guys suddenly not able to make as much headcanons expanding apon them as you did with dale? thats the thing that confuses me the most, whats stopping you from giving random information from your head to anyone else?, (i didnt know how to word this point so hopefully this makes sense)

listen im going to say it right now MOST OF THIS IS DEFINATLY UNINTENTIONAL AND NOT EVERYONE IS DOING THIS ON PURPOSE but some of u guys might really need to uncover some biases on why you think the black girl should coddle the rich white boy when he wasnt treating her well at the time, if that makes sense

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draft day

May 10, 2022

The Hughes family were all sitting around their couch in the lake house watching the draft lottery for the 2022 NHL draft.

Jack and Luke hoping the Devils get the number one pick as it’s known there is only one person going number one and that’s Carter Hughes, despite being a woman she above and beyond any of the others draft contenders.

“The number three overall selection belongs to the New Jersey Devils.” Jack and Luke both groaned both disappointed, Carter was not disappointed as she honestly have not wanted to go to the Devils, she gripped Quinn hand with the hopeful anticipation for the first overall selection.

“The first overall selection in the 2022 NHL draft belongs to Vancouver Canucks.” Carter froze seeing the team she been dreaming up become the first selection, the same selection she’s projected to go to.

Quinn grinned excitedly shaking his sister as he pulled her into a hug, knowing she will be going first overall and the two can finally live out their dream for playing together.

“Oh my god.” Carter mumbled hugging Quinn back feeling Luke hold on of her hands and the hand on her shoulder from Jack squeezing her shoulder gently.

Ellen smiled glad her kids will now both have one of their siblings with them, it’s gives her a peace of mind, also knowing her youngest’s wont be alone either. Ellen has no doubt her daughter will be going first, the Canucks would be stupid not to pick Carter and Carter been protected to go first the entire time no one has got even close to her stats.

July 7, 2022

Carter eyes were stuck on the ceiling of the dark hotel room, the small puffs of breathes coming from where Luke was sleeping across the room in a bed, Jack moving around as he slept in the bed next to Luke, and the silence coming from Quinn who was in the bed next to her.

Carter knew she should be doing the same and getting good sleep for the big day tomorrow, the 2022 draft.

They day she has been dreaming up since she could remember. The day she was dreaming of, that has been nothing but presssure and people wanting to know if a girl will really go first, people either are loving or hating the idea of her doing so.

Cater blew out a few breath before slipping out of the warm blankets and quickly walking a few steps and slipping into the spot next to her big brother, who quickly woke up at the movement.

Quinn turned his head, his eyes squinting open as he felt his sister curl up into his side and his hand naturally went to the back gently rubbing it, “What’s wrong Cart?” Quinn could feel the stuttering breath that she took.

“What if..” Carter hesitated licking her lips, “What if i don’t go first.”

Quinn felt his face soften realizing Carter is nervous for tomorrow more than she’s been letting on, “Then you don’t. And it doesn’t matter where you end up first or last i’m going to be proud of you, i am already proud of you, okay.”

Carter took a deep breath releasing some of the tension in her shoulders, “Okay.”

“Okay, now try to get some sleep it’s a big day for you tomorrow. I love you little sister.” Quinn kissed the top of her head.

“I love you too Quinny.” Carter could feel her body relaxing more and more and her eyes fluttering shut and before she knew it she heard the sound of a door opening and two sets of footsteps and then the blinds being pulled, making the bright sun blast the whole room and four identical groans came from each of the siblings.

Carter dug her head deeper into Quinn chest as he tried to hide his face in her hair. Jack chucked his pillow over his head and Luke turned around shoving his face into the mattress hiding from the light.

Jim just chuckled use to his kids never being morning people.

Ellen took her phone out quickly snapping a photo of a cuddling Carter and Quinn, a sight that’s very familiar to her.

“Come on it’s draft day.” Ellen clapped excitedly.

Jack’s head popped up, “You should have started with that.” Jack groaned sitting up running a hand through his fluffy hair.

Luke leaned against the headboard rubbing his face trying to wake up.

Quinn looked up at the ceiling trying to wake also feeling Carter wake up more next to him.

Jack got out of the bed walking across the room and jumping onto the spot next to Carter and cuddling onto her, “Happy draft day little bird.” Jack kissed the top of her head. The siblings having made nicknames for each other years ago and Carter’s has always been little bird or birdy, as she was obsessed with going outside and watching birds and would try feeding them, so she got stuck with the nickname.

“Thanks.” Carter mumbled back still half asleep.

Luke looked over seeing Jack cuddled in the bed so he decided to get up walk across the room and he jumped right across all three of his siblings legs.

“Luke!”

“Really?”

“Moose.”

Three groans and complaints were all said at the same time as the tallest of the siblings decided to lay on all three of them.

“What i want cuddles to.” Luke grinned mischievously turning his head letting his cheek rest on Quinn’s leg looking up at the three.

Carter slipped her hand out of the comforter and put it down towards her legs where Luke was laying and grabbed his hand holding it with hers.

Ellen and Jim shared a fond look, glad their kids are still so close with one another.

“Alright get off your siblings, You all need to get ready, The cameras are coming in two hours and you all need to eat still so please chop chop.” Ellen gently order the four, making Luke get off his siblings and head to the bathroom to shower first, Quinn sat up stretching his arms, Jack jumped out of the bed heading to grab his phone having already showered last night and he can’t do anything till Luke finishes his shower anyway, He jumped onto his bed going onto his phone.

“Quinn you can use our bathroom.” Ellen told her oldest who nodded at his mother and got up grabbing his stuff and heading to his parents room that is connected by a door to theirs.

“And you sweetheart can you order some room service for you and your brothers? When Quinn is done we will get you ready, hmm?” Ellen walked over to her daughter sitting on the bed next to her brushing some hair from Carter’s face.

“Sure mom.” Carter smiled slightly from the comforting gesture from her mother, having missed the days she could get comfort from her mother any day, having lived away for so much of the last few years.

“Thank you sweetheart.” Ellen leaned down kissing Carter’s forehead before getting up and walking back to her room when Jim alreadly went back too.

Carter sat up rubbing her eyes with her hands before leaning over and grabbing the phone and the room service menu, deciding to grab a little of everything knowing her brothers are not that picky with food especially when it’s breakfast food. She quickly dialed the phone and order their breakfasts before handing up and putting everything back on the nightstand.

Carter grabbed her phone deciding to ignoring the long list of notifications from people for today and clicked on the text from her best friend having not seem him for a few weeks having been getting ready for the draft and the combine training.

Connor ❤️

Hey good luck today Roo. You’re gonna do great.

Carter💜

Thanks Con.

Carter and Connor continuing texting for a good while, long enough Carter didn’t even realize Quinn has finished showering untill she felt water droplets hit her face and she looked up seeing Quinn grinning down at her as he shook his wet hair onto her.

“Really.” Carter deadpanned not even bothering hiding her smile at her brother.

“You were really focused.” Quinn excused himself but the glint in his eyes told her exactly what he meant by that.

Quinn and Carter having moved out only a year apart and having moved only a few hours apart from each other and both moving to another country from their family. They spent more time with each other than the rest of their family and have got even closer the last few years. Quinn and Carter’s bond had gotten even more special and became more of each other’s best friends rather than just siblings.

“Shut up.” Carter slapped his arm feeling her cheeks heat up, Quinn threw his head back laughing always finding it enjoyed that his little sister who has never got flustered by anything, always being blunt about everything but anything with Connor and she gets flustered so easily.

Jack looked up from his phone seeing Carter bury her face in her hands and the way Quinn shoulders were shaking with laughter and wondered what Quinn said but just shrugged it off knowing the two are the closest out of all the siblings.

Quinn just chucked walking off towards the door hearing the knock and knowing room service was coming.

Carter texted her goodbyes to Connor and she smiled slightly having always feeling more relaxed around or even texting Connor.

Carter got out of bed stretching hearing her brother bring the tray of food and setting it at the table by the window, giving a great view of Montreal Canada.

Carter walked over plopping down in the seat feeling Jack sit next to her and Quinn sat on the other side of her, the three started grabbing food just as they heard Luke finally come out of the bathroom and not even fully dressed just wearing a pair of basketball shorts and his hair still dripping wet.

“Long enough shower Lukey boy.” Jack teased his brother biting the bacon, knowing Luke is surprising always the longest one in the shower.

“Shut up.” Luke rolled his eyes sitting between his brothers grabbing food and starting to eat.

“I don’t even want to know what takes you so long.” Carter pretend to gag only grabbing a little bit of fruit the anticipation being to much to really eat anymore than that.

Jack and Quinn both snickered having both thought the same thing.

“Really?” Luke deadpanned looking at his snickering brothers and the mischievous smile on his little sister’s face.

“What i don’t.” Carter just innocently shrugged plopping a strawberry into her mouth.

Luke rolled his eyes grabbing a grape about to throw it at Carter when his name as called out, “Luke Hughes you better put that grape down right.” Ellen sternly called as walked into the room.

Luke slowly plopped the grape into his mouth, “Yes mom.”

Carter coughed to cover her laugh, but Jack who seemingly couldn’t do the same got a smack on the back of his head from their mother.

“Mom!” Jack exclaimed looking at their mother in pure offense.

Ellen only raised her eyebrow giving him a look making Jack look back towards his plate and Ellen smile slightly.

“Ready sweetheart.” Ellen looked at Carter seeing her plate already empty. Carter nodded grabbing her phone standing up and following her mother to her bathroom.

Carter having washed and blow dried her hair last night having planned just to straighten today. She sat on the toilet seeing the straighten already heating up. Ellen grabbed the heat protectin spraying it all around Carters hair before brushing it out and sectioning it. Ellen started straightening Carters very long hair, while Carter started doing her makeup.

Carter just chose a very light base that would good with the bright lights and cameras, some mascara and just a light pink glossy lip. Carter finished her makeup just as Ellen finished her hair.

“You look beautiful.” Ellen smiled resting her hands on Carter shoulders remembering all the times with Carter growing up where they did her hair like this.

“Thank you mom.” Carter smiled resting her hand on top of her mother’s.

“Ok i hung up your outfit and your shoes are here as well.” Ellen gestures to the outfit on a hanger hanging on the towel rack and the boots on the floor below the outfit, “I’ll let you get dressed.” Ellen squeezed her shoulder before walking out the bathroom and closing the door.

Carter got up grabbing her outfit she had picked for her a big day and put it on, she picked a all white jumpsuit with a brown belt and a black blazer that will lay over her shoulders, she zipped up her black pointed toe heeled boots.

Carter slipped on all her meaningful rings. A ring she got from Connor, the first thing he ever gave her was a ring that they found when shopping around a market in Sweden it’s silver with two small gems one green and one red, a all silver ringer with the engravings of waves that Quinn gave her when he visited her for the first time in Regina, A infinite knot ring that Luke and Carter have matching and got for each other when they moved away from each other, another ring with a raven figure on the top a present from Jack in honor of her nickname, a ring her parents got that are two rings connected together one all smooth and the other has a ribbed pattern.

Carter smiled in the mirror before she walked out of the bathroom grabbing the other’s attention.

“Well?” Carter softly questioned as did a soft little spin and seeing her family’s stunned faces.

“Oh darling you look perfect.” Ellen smiled clapping her hands, Jim smiled nodding in agreement with his wife.

“Beautiful Cart.” Quinn softly smiled making her smile back.

Luke playfully whistled making Carter laugh.

Jack could only see how much his little sister has grown, it hit him then just realizing how much they have missed with each other’s life’s and how much she really grown up.

Jack stood up pulling Carter in a tight hug, “You look beautiful Ree.” He pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

“Thanks Jacky.” Carter squeezed him tighter before pulling away.

Quinn, Jack and Luke shared a look before Quinn got up walking out the room, Carter looked at him in curiosity, before looking at her other two brothers seeing their smiles.

Quinn walked back in with a small box with a little bow on the top and handed it to Carter, “It’s from all three of us.” Quinn smiled knowing how much they all tried to find something for their little sister on her big day.

Carter gently took the box, untying the bow and taking the top off she gently picked up the necklace, she looked at the necklace seeing it’s a pendant with the a bird engraved on the front, she clicked it open seeing a picture of her and her brothers when they were kids and they were all grinning together on the ice. A pendant small enough she could easily play hockey with it on.

Carter gently brushed her fingers over the photo, “It’s beautiful.” Carter looked up smiling. softly at her brothers, “Thank you.��� Jack smiled nodding he stood up gently gesturing to the necklace, Carter handed it to him. Jack walked around to her back and gently moved her hair to the side clipping on the necklace.

Carter smiled touching the pendant that fell perfectly onto her chest, having not been able to find a necklace that she liked to wear for her draft day and decided she wasn’t going to wear one but now it’s even more special as it’s a piece of her brothers with her.

“Ready darling.” Ellen looked at her daughter proudly. Knowing the camera’s were going to be coming any minute and the rest of the family would be joining them soon. Carter having wanted to be ready before the cameras wanting to have that moment with her family only.

“Ready.” Carter nodded just as a knock on the door echoed through the room.

Carter wasn’t sure how the time seemed to past so fast but she was already on the bus that was talking them to the arena for the draft. She had asked Jack to sit next to her on the bus, knowing Luke and Quinn were sitting next to her in the Arena.

The four siblings having moved around every draft so they are all there together, Quinn’s draft Carter and Jack sat next to him and Luke next to Carter, Jack’s draft Luke and Quinn sat next to him and Carter next to Quinn, Luke’s draft Jack and Carter sat next to him and Quinn next to Carter, So Carter’s draft she would have Luke and Quinn next to her and Jack next to Luke.

“Nervous.” Jack quietly whispered quietly to his sister even though he knew she had a microphone on her for the video NHL films for the drafts.

“No, Anticipation.” Carter answered fiddling with her rings.

“Yeah that’s the worst part.” Jack gently laid his hand over hers stopping her from fiddling and accidentally chipping her nails, he knew she would be upset if she chipped her red nails.

“I’m excited.” Carter quietly whispered back, feeling like she was back to the days when she was a child and she would go to Jack and hide in his bed during the night and they would whisper back and forth with each other.

“I’m excited for you. I’m proud of you.” Jack gently laid a soft kiss to her forehead already feeling emotional knowing his sister is making history and he’s got to see her grow up into an amazing young women and he couldn’t wait to see how much she continues to grow.

Carter smiled squeezing her brothers hand in gratitude before resting her head on his shoulder for the remainder of the drive.

The bus stopped in front of the Arena and Carter could hear all the cheers from the fans waiting outside, she took a breath before feeling Jack knock his shoulder to hers, She looked up at him and saw Jack smiling at her and gave her a wink, Carter just breathed out a small chuckle before standing up and fixing her Blazer over her shoulder and walking out the bus blinking slighty from the loudness of cheers that grew when she stepped out.

Carter walked down the red carpet signing lots of stuff for fans and taking pictures with alot of the fans, stopping to do a few quick interviews but before she knew she was already in her seat seeing the Arena almost fully filled and the draft just about to start.

Carter reached over to her right grabbing Quinn’s hand latching onto his hand the same way she had for years, Quinn smiled gently squeezing her hand back.

“Canucks you are on the clock.” Carter took a small breath closing her eyes and squeezed Quinn’s hand once more before she opened her eyes watching the many people part of the Canuck’s team walk up on the stage.

“With the first overall selection in the 2022 NHL draft, The Vancouver Canucks are very proud to select from the Regina Pats, The Western Hockey League.” The cheers went crazy as name of the team was said, everyone already knowing who was going to first, “Carter Hughes.”

Carter smiled slightly seemingly breathing out a breath before standing up looking towards her big brother who was grinning so wide, the widest she’s ever seen him smile as he pulled her in a tight hug rocking her back and forth, “I’m so so so proud of you Cart.”

“I love you thank you.” Carter whispered to Quinn and they pulled back from the hug and Quinn’s eyes were misty with tears watching his little sister make history and knowing they will be playing together soon. A dream the two have had for a long time.

Carter smiled turning around towards Luke automatically getting pulled into a tight hug, “Enjoy this moment Reese’s pieces, it’s all yours.”

“Thank you Lu, i love you.” Luke squeezed her tighter before letting her go and letting her scoot by and watching Jack pull Carter into a tight hug, a hug Carter equally hugged back.

“Enjoy this alright little bird, you deserve it.” Jack whispered being torn between being so proud but also knowing firsthand how hard it can be being the first pick and he knows that it will be harder for his sister, not only being the first girl drafted in the NHL but also being drafted first.

“Thank you Jacky so much, i love you.” Carter squeezed him harder having not told anyone but the reason she chose the position she plays was to be like Jack. Quinn was always her protector, Luke her partner in crime but Jack, Jack was her role more and Jack has always been the one she wanted to be the most like.

Carter gently moved past her brother heading right into her mother’s awaiting arms, “Oh my sweet girl i’m so proud of you.” Ellen pressed a light kiss to the side of Carter’s head.

“This is for you mom. Thank you i love you.” Carter having been extra determined to get into the NHL for her mother, the one who gave up her career for her children and didn’t get to play to her full potential. Ellen squeezed her tighter hearing that before letting her go to Jim.

Jim kissed her cheek before pulling his daughter into a tight hug, “Well done sweetheart.”

“Thank you Dad, i love you.” Carter smiled into his shoulders before letting go and slipping of her black blazer letting her dad take it as she shook some of the other draft players hands as she walked down the stairs right before she walked across the cat walk like stage.

Carter took a deep breath before walking across with her head help high and slight smile, she reached the end seeing a man who shook her hand and tuned her towards the crowds that were cheering for her, “Look out there, that’s all for you.”

Carter smiled looking at the crowds before her eyes notice a familiar face sitting in the lower sections watching her, he gave her a slight wave with a proud smile gracing his face, Carter’s smile got a little brighter when she realized Connor was here.

“Congratulations.” The man shook her hand once more letting her then walk across the stage shaking the hand of every person on the stage and thanking them all before taking the beautiful blue Vancouver Canucks jersey from the kid’s hands smiling slightly when she noticed they had got her number on it already, she slipped it on, feeling right at home in the Vancouver Blue, before taking the Hat and putting it on her head. She felt the arms of the other people around her and smiled towards the cameras specifically at the ones she could see her parents holding up at her.

“They already had her number on the jersey.” The player behind the row the Hughes were sitting in whispered to their family.

Everyone already knew who ever got the first pick in the draft would be taking Carter Hughes.

Jack furrowed his brows looking at the jersey when she turned slightly seeing the number 86 on her sleeve, “Oh my god.”

“What?” Luke looked at Jack in question, nothing the mist forming in Jack’s eyes.

“She picked her number.” Jack slowly spoke now realizing why Carter haven’t told anyone the number she chose yet. Carter since playing when she was younger always used 8 and her brothers used 6, Jack then chose 86 and Quinn chose 43, Luke chose 43 as well so Carter thought it was only right for her to pick 86.

Quinn looked at the Jersey loving how well it seemed to fit her already but smiled seeing the number knowing Carter chose that in honor of Jack.

Luke smiled seeing how touched Jack was and now all of there numbers connected with each other and he can’t wait till they are all together on the ice for a game for the first time.

Carter waved slightly to her family chuckling slightly when Jack and Luke were cheering extra loud towards her and the large smile that’s been on Quinn’s face, and the proud expression etched on both of her Parent’s faces.

Carter let herself be lead by the media going straight into a interview before getting dragged to shooting room getting many photo’s and video’s taken before heading to a room to start signing stacks of hats for fans, finally after a few hours she was free to go back to her family after having congratulated the others who were drafted she walked down the hallway that was quiet as most people were already gone or inside the arena where all the seats are, As the draft had already finished for the night.

Carter looked over seeing someone turn around the corner waking down the hallway towards her and she knew that hair from anyway.

“Con!” Carter grinned calling out gaining Connor’s attention making him immediately look up at the sound of his favorite voice.

“Hi Roo.” Connor softly grinned at his best friend quickly meeting her in the middle of the hallway pulling her into a tight hug, “Congratulations Roo you deserved it!” Connor slowly breathed in the soft vanilla scent that has always been around Carter’s.

“Thanks Connie.” Carter rested her head on her best friend’s chest enjoying the comfort that always comes from Connor.

Carter reluctantly pulled away from him, “I didn’t know you were coming today?”

Connor sheepishly smiled brushing a hand through his hair, “Thought it was a good surprise.”

Carter smiled softly grabbing his hands gently squeezing both of his hands, “A very good surprise Connie. Thank you.”

“Of course Roo.” Connor smiled at this best friend, having called her Roo for years after hearing how much she loves Kangaroos, “You should probably get to your family, but if your free later or tomorrow i’m in room 289.” Connor knowing he had to get to an interview and her family was probably waiting for her.

“Alright see you later Con.” Carter leaned up pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before flashing him a soft smile and heading down the hallway towards the inside of the Arena where her family was.

Connor felt the blood rushing to his cheeks and pressed his lips togetehr trying to desperately hold make the grin that wanted to form as he watched her walk down the hallway.

“There she is!” Luke cheered as he walked over towards them. Carter smiled fondly at her brother as she walked to her family and Luke picked her up into a hug spinning her around, Carter just chuckled into the hug use to Luke picking her up.

Luke gently set her down keeping his arm in her shoulders.

“You picked 86.” Jack stated still looking confused as he looked towards his little sister for an answer.

Carter felt her cheeks get a little pink but she ignored it, “We’ll Luke had to have the same as Quinn, i figured i needed to pick yours.” She tired to tease her brother trying to ignore why she truthfully picked that number.

“Hey! I didn’t have to have the same as Quinn!” Luke complained with a groan making his siblings laugh at his annoyance.

Jack walk to his sister pulling her into a soft hug, “Thank you.” Jack saw how Carter tried to ignore the question but he understood why she picked the number.

“Of course.” Carter smiled hugging him back. Before they gently pulled back but Jack put his arm around her shoulder sending a teasing look to Luke.

“You hungry darling?” Ellen asked where her and Jim were watching their kids well almost all adults now.

“Starving!” Carter quickly answered and truthfully she’s been starving for a while.

“Let’s go get you some food yeah.” Ellen smiled at her daughter as the Hughes family walked out the Arena and down the block to the restaurant Ellen had called for a private room for them to eat in.

They got into the restaurant and stayed there till it was already pitch dark outside just enjoying the time with just the 6 of them.

They all got a car back to the hotel before saying goodnight to each other and going into the two separate hotel rooms for the night and all four of the siblings quickly were in their own bed and relaxing.

Carter sat on her bed looking at her phone before getting up out of bed and slipping on her slides, she got the attention of her other three brothers who were all in their own beds on their phones but looked up when she started walking towards the door.

“Where your going Ree?” Jack questioned looking at his sister.

“Just getting some fresh air, don’t wait up.” Carter quickly explained before heading out for the hotel room.

Quinn raised an eyebrow having seen Connor in the other section during the draft and that’s most likely where Carter is going.

Carter headed into the elevator going down to level two and walked out the doors once they opened and headed to the the number that Connor said was his room, She knocked four times in row a knock, the knock the two had made a few years ago. She could hear Connor’s feet hit the floor getting off his bed and walking towards the door, He opened the door smiling when he saw Carter, “Hey Ro-“

He was cut off by Carter cupping his face and kissing him softly making Connor blink before quickly kissing her back, his hands on her hips pulling her closer as they walked into the room and Carter kicking the door shut behind them.

Connor slowly pulled away from Carter letting them catch their breaths as their foreheads rested together, both of them having kissed a few times before. “Are you sure?” Connor questioned looking at her for any hesitation.

“I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else Con.” Carter reassured rubbing her thumb across his cheekbone as she held his face in her hands. Connor smiled nodding before reconnecting their lips and turning them around and gently leading them to his bed and gently leaning down letting Carter’s back hit the mattress before they were in bed together for the rest of the night.

Carter woke up to feeling of an arm wrapped around her and her forehead leaning against a chest, she heard the sound of Connors heartbeat and could see the sunlight peaking through the cracks of the curtains. Carter shuffled slightly under the blankets feeling her body sore from the night before.

Carter hand gently rested on Connors arm that was across her waist, she gently drew little shapes on his arms, before she felt him shift slighty and looked up seeing his eyes open and looking down at her with a soft expression that made her incredibly nervous.

“Hi.” Connor breathed out his voice deeper than usual.

“Hi.” Carter quietly whispered back smiling slighty towards him.

Connor could see she was nervous from what happened last night and honestly so was he. He knew last night was big for both of them neither having done that before but he also knew neither of them were ready to talk about the change in their friendship. Connor cupped ther back of head his thump gently brushing her hand, “Don’t worry we don’t need to talk now ok.”

Carter seemed to relax after Connor said that, “Thank you.” She smiled at Connor, the boy she’s been falling for the last few years but mostly her best friend first, “I’m sorry but i should probably get back to my hotel.”

Connor felt a pang of disappointment but understood, “Of course Roo.” He reluctantly pulled his arm off her and saw Carter slowly get out from the covers stretching her legs before getting up and pulling on her grey sweatpants that were quickly thrown off last night and her plain blue t-shirt before looking at the desk and chair next to the bed and stealing Connor’s Regina Pats hoodie and slipping it on, she slipped on her slides.

Carter turned around back to bed resting a knee on the bed as she leaned over and gently kissing Connor’s forehead and brushing back his fluffy hair, “I’ll see you soon okay.”

Conor’s hand gently rested on her back pressing a kiss to her cheek, “Yeah i’ll see you soon.”

Connor had been glad that she was going to Canucks as he drives or flys home many time during the season and his home is only a few minutes from the Canuck Stadium. Connor and Carter having made the drive from Regina to Vancouver many times over the last two years.

Carter gently leaned off the bed grabbing her phone on the desk and headed out of his hotel room sending Connor one last look over her shoulder before closing the door.

Carter walked into the elevator and clicked on her phone seeing it’s already 8:30 but knew her brothers would all still be sleeping so there was no need to worry.

She walked out the elevator down the hallway opening her hotel door with the key and froze at the sight of Quinn leaning up in bed on his phone.

Quinn looked up at the sound of the door raising an eyebrow as the disheveled Carter standing at the door, not having a hard time figuring out where she went.

“Don’t. Don’t say a word.” Carter shook her head seeing Quinn open his mouth and walked right into the bathroom to take a shower.

“Word.” Quinn mumbled to himself.

[threepandas]

Bad End: Preserve Us

You know how in conservation biology you sometimes try to introduce a pair to be mated and one will just... just fuckin' merc' the other? Just absolutely obliterate them in a hissing, growling, nightmare ball of fury? Before anyone can stop them? Territorial and (to put it lightly) "uninterested", dispite your desperate desire to save their species from extinction, and need for them to get frisky?

I know.

Holy SHIT do I know.

There's a lot of reasons. Ways you can (hopefully) get around it. But first? Is finding out WHY it happened. Was it just the one? The environment? Were they sick? Or... as is the case sometimes, did they decide their Handler was their mate? Some species only mate once. Are loyal for life. You gotta work around that.

Which is all well and fine and good.

When we're talking about ANIMALS.

Non-sentient, non-sapient animals! Not ALIEN SPECIES! What the ABSOLUTE FRESH HELL did they expect from me!? Compliance?! This was UNETHICAL! Monstrous! I had been trying to slip my gaurds long enough to radio for help SINCE I GOT HERE.

I hope the fuckers ROTTED in whatever their Gods considered a Hell.

"Conservation facility" my ENTIRE ASS. You can't run CONSERVATION EFFORTS like this on SENTIENTS. Eugenics loving, atrocity fetishizing, immoral BASTARDS!!! And they KNEW it too. They HAD too! Or they wouldn't be HIDING it! Fucking KIDNAPPING scientists! Biologists! Doctors!

I was on my ways to study Lekku monkeys!

God...

I'm? I'm so tired of being pissed.

Furious and outraged and SCARED. Horrified and sick. There are PEOPLE here. Kids! And I don't... oh god, I don't... H-How LONG has this been going ON? Why did no one NOTICE?

Every day I feel my heart break. The desire to scream and scream and never STOP, grow inside me. I have to get out. I have to get us ALL out. Get these people FREE. Do SOMETHING. But I am forced to "conserve" the species assigned to me. The group assigned to me.

It's killing my love for the field. Making a mockery of everything I worked for.

I don't... I don't think my hands will ever be clean again.

But I have to help. Do everything I can. Make hell a little kinder, if nothing else. At least while I figure out a way OUT. My group deserves better. The groups I do not work with, deserve better.

I disguise games as "testing". Pages and pages of meaningless numbers ans scores. INSIST that enrichment is the key to success. Diet is EVERYTHING. Oh, and habitat? Well unless we can mimic their habitat there's no WAY they'll "breed".

No, no, using machines would stress them out too much.

It's like you DONT want babies!

Who's the expert here? That's RIGHT! Dr. Cho, but FAILING her and like five other people? Me. And I know for a FACT they are pulling the same scam. We ALL fucking hate you. Dr. Cho has KIDS, you FUCKS. Hasn't seen her son in YEARS thanks to you bastards. He was engaged. She's probably missed his WEDDING thanks to you!

Getting distracted, spiraling again, gotta stop DOING that.

It wont help anyone.

But God, if my brain doesn't slowly feel like it's shorting out the longer I'm here. Stress is called the silent killer for a reason. Or what that something else? Fuck. I can't even look it up! Bastards cut us off from the galactic web. Full information blackout. Because of COURSE they did... can't risk us rightfully calling for help.

Getting the Feds involved to shut this hell pit of a black site DOWN. Or a "whatever it truely is" site. Because it sure as SHIT has nothing to do with conservational biology. Except maybe the abuse of it.

But that doesn't help me right now.

Focus, damn it!

The Yanderens. Old, absurdly rare, nearly extinct, with a home planet they'd reduced to uninhabitable wastelands millennia ago due too... something. No one knew what. There had definitely been fighting. It WAS documented they were excellent fighters. Ruthless ones at that. But it was ALSO documented they strongly pack bonded.

There had been a lot of strongly worded warnings on what few documation my captures were able to find, translate, then shove at me. But honestly? They said the same thing about humans. Ooooh big scary persistent hunters~ oh nooooo! Watch out for the omnivores with a history of war! Sins of the father and we are defined by our diets! Class systems! Let's all JUDGE each ooooootheeeeer~!

Yeah, no. Not buying it.

Especially when the "warnings" were so damn vague and poorly documented. All "the HORRORS!" and "we barely SURVIVED!". Cause honestly? The Yanderens I was watching over? Easily the most mild and temperate individuals I had ever met. No tantrums from the kids, no big emotional meltdowns, just curiosity and at WORST? Mild frustration.

It made everything ten thousand times worse for me, that these poor people were in this hellish place. They were calm. Curious. Meant for greater, BETTER things! They should be out, playing and learning. Exploring and enjoying peaceful strolls in some art gallery or zen garden somewhere! Not... not this sterile fucking LAB.

But then M-17 loses his SHIT.

And now I'm kinda panicking. Because F-6 is not just dead, God rest her soul (she didn't deserve this. Oh god. She was so SWEET.), but M-17 might just be too, soon. If I can't find out what HAPPENED. Because if he's "feral" or "diseased" or whatever other horrifying terminology they end up using? They DO something about it.

And I can't actually stop them.

I... I don't know if it was a trauma response. Or I did something wrong. I could PROBABLY pass it off as my needing more studies into their observed "mating habits"? That... that I somehow... turned it... uuuuh... dominance battle? Shit. Where are my notes?!

F-6 is DEAD and its all my fault.

She was such a cuddle fiend too. Always excited to hear about my studies, from before. My life. Wanted to join me after we got out of here. I never should have let her volunteer. Granted, she wouldn't have taken no for an answer. Wanted to spend the pregnancy plotting our escape. Asked me to help raise the kid once we got out. Had a whole grand plan. But I...And I...

God...

I should have said NO. Insisted. It was just so hard, when F-6 had made it all sound like it would be okay. Like she had a plan and all I need to do was trust her. Believe in her. Then we could be free.

I had hoped M-17 would work best. He was always the most agreeable and quick on the uptake. I figured... well... ha ha. God, I'm such an IDIOT. I should have CHECKED. Who KNOWS what happened before I arrived? What triggered I just accidentally rammed my foot into? FUCK! I sweep everything from me desk onto the ground. Don't give I shit that I'll have to clean it up later,

I had figured M-17 would be COOL with it.

This place is getting to me, isn't it?

Why the FUCK would anyone be COOL with getting jumped? Bred like an animal? Shoved in some random ass room, with a vaguely familiar stranger, and told "now fuck. We want a literal litter from you two"? All while some biologist watchs and makes god damned NOTES!?

Of course he fought back. OF COURSE he didn't stop!

The only one there he could trust was himself.

I...I'm becoming a monster... aren't I?

Oh god.

At least we're in the satellite facility. The gaurds are definitely going to rat me out, but the news will take time to filter back. And... and the Yanderens being so "dangerous" might work in my favor. I... I can spin this. I HAVE to spin this. I can't let TWO people die for my fuck up.

I promised myself I would get as many people out as I could. I refuse to back out now. Even if that means crying, puking, then going out there to lie my ASS off. This was TOTALLY NORMAL. In fact, expected! Yep! It means that's we've determined that M-17 is the alpha Yanderen! A thing that is both REAL and possible to BE!

I rinse my mouth, stomach empty. Crying has exhausted me. But I can't give up. Too many lives count on me now. I... I wish so badly I was just a nobody again. Just some random biology student, trying to make a name for herself. Being "important" is a CURSE.

I try not to chug my water as I half stumble out of the glorified shoebox that is my bathroom into the much larger and Fancier CLOSET that is my room. Truely, no expense spared, for the captives they ripped away from their lives. So glad I am here willingly and of my own volition.

I gather myself. Finally ready to go and try to untangle the mess I have made of everything. When a deep booming alarm rattles my bones. The lights flickering to red. Blast doors slide down, SLAM shut over the transparent recessed bit of wall that counts as my window, the door to the rest of the facility.

Trapping me inside my small room.

Almost immediately after, an EXPLOSION rocks the world hard enough to knock me from my feet. Only the bed's limited padding keeping me from a nasty concussion. The edge of it still ramming painfully into my shoulder. Another explosion. Then another. I sit for a long, terrible, second stunned.

The moment passes.

I scramble on my hands and knees for the in facility communication device that I had knocked from my desk in anger, grief. Not daring to stand lest I be thrown down again. I manage to find it as the world shakes again for the fifth time. Followed by what sounds like gun fire out in the halls.

I fling myself back towards my shitty little bunk. Drag every bit of padding and protection I can, down and under it with me. If the roof goes? I want shock absorption. If shots get through the door? I want something to slow those blasts down. Anything. ANYTHING! To increase my fucked chances of surviving.

I burrito up and wriggle back as deep as I can. The world muffled but ending just outside my crawlspace. Then I desperately try to get one of the others on the line. I got nothing but chaos. Running. Running. Hiding. And Dead.

Dead. Dying.

Remember me.

And GONE.

Some of them fighting with their groups too freedom. Some being targeted right along side their captors. Others savaged by the ACTUAL animals they had been working with, the one's Galacticly deemed too dangerous for effort like this. Someone or something had set EVERYONE free. A simultaneous attack on all fronts that our captors could not put down or escape.

The Yanderens were out there.

Oh god. Please let them be okay. They wer-

My thoughts ground to a halt as M-32 LAUNCHED his tiny body onto the screen of one of the security feeds I was desperately looking through. F-6 had figured out how to get us a backdoor to them a long time ago. M-32 was just a kid. A small, soft, cuddly little thing that loved to lean against me and crawl into my lap. All cherubic cheeks and cute little curls. Shy!

Yet I watched... in mounting horror... as like a lion on some unfortunate animal, he landed on a gaurds back. Small arms going around his body in a mockery of a hug. Head tilting so he could BITE at the back of the man's neck, small hands clawing and ripping at weak points in his armor, as he screamed. Thrashed. Tried desperately to get M-32 OFF of him.

There was so much blood.

My hands were shaking. So much, I accidentally hit the next screen button. Jerked my thumb back. But... but oh god. There was F-26. Using the butt of a rifle to slam down against the head of a scientist. Again and again and again. Long after the begging and thrashing stopped. I flipped again. M-4? No... please not M-4. Not the soft spoken and wise...

I watched as he grinned, a cold thing, and shot out another joint. His foot on the chest of the head scientist who had moved him to a different group. In the background, his supervisor lay dead. They had not died quickly. The head scientist was begging. A mess of tears and pain. M-4 shot another joint, pressing his foot down harder.

I wanted to be sick.

I flipped again. And again. And AGAIN.

H...Had I known them at ALL? Like demons wearing the faces of those I'd known. People I'd trusted. Not a SINGLE ONE was... oh... oh god. F-6. Had she been too? Would I have ever known? Was THIS what all those warnings meant? I couldn't think. Couldn't breath. Had... Had never had a panic attack but... BUT-!

I wheezed.

Shook.

"Oh, Clever giiiirl~" A familiar voice sang, before a blood splattered face flickered into being on the screen in my hands. "Where aaaare yoooou~?"

M-17. He'd somehow managed to take over the security cameras. That or the communication feed. His eyes were bright. A grin on his face like I'd never seen from him. ALIVE in a way I'd never seen him. The excitement transformed his face. No longer softly doll like, but something DANGEROUS. Unhinged. His eyes dilated and deadly teeth on display.

"Come out, come out wherever you aaaare~. I have so much to TELL you! We have so much to DO! I'm going to make you MINE sweetheart! No one else can have you. So come out. I won't hurt you much, I promise! Just gotta make you mine then we can leave okay~?"

Furious snarls echoed through the halls. Male and female alike. Old and young. I... I recognized each of those voices. What was HAPPENING?

"Aaaah? Did you TRASH really think you DESERVED her? Ha! Please." M-17 grin was cruel. Mocking. "You don't have a chance in hell of taking what's MINE."

His eyes seems to shift away from unseen enemies and back, somehow, to me. Warming to something euphoric. Resting his head on his hand as if to consider me. His fingers spread, stroking his own face, as if the desire to TOUCH was simply too great. As if what he was imagining was bleeding over into the real world.

"Oh clever girl~ my clever, clever girl~♡ I can't wait til it's just you and ME. Start think of where you want to go first, okay? We're going to get married. Have that child you wanted me for. All the things you ever dreamed~♡ I'm going to have you all to myself. No more annoying others. Ah~ can't wait to find you soon!"

"But first?"

"May the best of us Win."

[pinkpastels113]

Tell us how you feel about arcane. Use your emotion words! Use a visual aid if you must, too lol.

you want some visual aid? i'll give you some visual aid:

that describes perfectly ab how i am feeling rn

first of all the LESBIAN SEX SCENE????!! I-??!! i knew that something was bound to happen (esp after meljay and the rated for sex warning in season 2) and i celebrated when they (finally) kissed but oh my god?? an actual lesbian sex scene? in a prison?? in vi's sister's prison?? after a parallel about how cait is always finding her in a prison and expected her to be there?? (with dramatic music and banter and soft giggling and the ANGLES and HAND PLACEMENTS??) I AM NOT OKAY

just that scene alone is enough to nudge me off a cliff. but moving on

how is JAYVIK more homoerotic than now-100%-canon caitvi?? that's all i have to say. (what do you MEAN that love conquers all?? that he loved and admired viktor for all his imperfections and that was what made him special and beautiful?? GET OUTTA HERE)

i did not know that i needed timebomb until this season but HOLY FUCKING SHIT why must you make ekko fall (surprisingly, even to himself) in love with jinx/older powder and have that ripped away from him not like two days later?? WHYYYYY (the dance. the "can we pretend it's like the first time?" the "oh and he's got lines." the nervous wave after he fucked up in that scene with dead vi and powder was like hmp and he goes :(. the mural. im sent. im gone. nobody speak to me.)

ISHA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (she was just trying to be like jinx and copy everything that she does and is and looked up to her as a hero STOP WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME. also the song?? IM CHINESE BRO AND I WAS SOOOO EMOTIONAL OVER THE LYRICS like hit me where it fucking hurts why dont you)

i cried at how vander suffered a fate worse than death. @becasbelt can attest to that

caitlyn adfshjk i knew she would come around and she was and always has been my blorbo (even if she stayed evil) MWAH my female rage filled, slightly wild, grief clouded, confident, "im an excellent shot," sexy, " i am a decorated officer, leader of house kiramman, address me with respect, or keep your mouth shut." dictator, vampire, badass, mofo. YES

the way she said "no amount of good deeds can undo our crimes" hit me bc she's acknowledging that she went off the rails and did some pretty bad things to justify and achieve (which she didn't. not really) her goals

i LOVED jinx in this season. she single-handedly made it a comedy show and was the sole focus of a lot of the emotional damage the storytellers and animators wanted to convey

the way jesus came to be and then quickly became evil SDFHSDKJ i was legit like WEEO WEEO ABORT ABORT JESUS HAS TURNED EVIL (also want to point out the "no you wont" sky dialogue bc DAMN she really called you out huh viktor)

that alternate universe timebomb episode had me gasping so much (like SILCO?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE?? WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?? what do you mean everyone is well and happy but at the cost of vi's death???) i think i had asthma for a split second there

MELLLL MY GODDESS MVP PLAYER you saved cait's ass so many times it's not even funny and ugh the way you finally stood up to your mom (very cleverly too, i might add) ugh i applaud

EKKO MY KINGGG the way he hurts himself so bad turning back time and specifically saving jinx from offing herself BYE

HEIMERDINGER MY TINY ANNOYING/affectionate FURBALL WHYY

no but yea i am ruined and my emotions have faded away into numbness and i hope this post was relatable to the people in the arcane fandom and i also agree that this season was way too condensed and rushed and the last episodes in particular needed at least a couple more to drag out the events and character development bc at times when i am supposed to be cheering i am crying and at times i am supposed to be crying i am screaming and at times i am supposed to be screaming i am Horny and at times i am supposed to be Horny my heart is wrenching but only a few tears slip out bc IT IS CUT TO THE NEXT SCENE AGAIN??? does that make sense??

(also do we think jinx is actually dead or no. im still not sure but obv i would hope/am hoping that she is lmao)

[pristine-rose]

im gonna send alice a thirst bc why not‼️‼️

ok so candance am i right?

candance is hot as shit imo i would be ridding her abs anyday i swear or her thighs

small hc i think her thighs and abs r so toned from fightingin the dessert and just watching you get off and moaning into her ear or sobbing while trying to look all pretty for her whiping your tears away is her favourite

candance also defo drfo DEFO hates seeing her baby cry shes not mean even if your a bit bratty she will punish you just for a but tho i mean how can she treat her darling like that unless shes cryingfrom all the pleasure your getting from her

and then theres dehya heheehehhe

dehya 🫶

dehya loves watching you trying to shut your mouth in a campsite as she fucks you inside the tent with her trusty strap she brought along.

now now dont be loud!! theres people around you and this is a tent if you moan loud enough their gonna hear you and maybe dehya will fuck you on display for all of them to see or maybe she’ll share you the possibilties make your stomach churn and fill with butterflies

another hc for dehya‼️‼️

dehya loves being gentle with you at the start but she cant help herself when shes so desperate sometimes she’ll just scissor you for hours just to fele you against her she’s fast n rough she doesnt care how many times you cum she just needs you :(

OH GOD AND IF YOUR TALKATIVE SHE PUTS HER HAND RIGHT ON YOUR MOUTH TO SHUT YOU UP MMMHHHHH just to say

“shh i know my lady just enjoy the feeling of being bittled by a dessert dewewller..heh? your into that idea sweet guess i dont have to hold back my lady”

god when she sakd that to dunhyzard my stomach was just AAAA TAKE ME

Anyways..

for my last brainrot of the day to you alice is my favourite purple and pink haired duo (ik this is long but ive been bored all day and ive nearly finished writting a fic that too forever)

miko just loves pranks especcially if shes executing it ei however is 50/50 if she finds it cute shes giving you small neck kisses with a smile if she doesnt your getting fingered for hours under a table untill you can cum

this gave you the perfect idea

as the two hot and influencial woman of inazuma spoke to eachother of the future of inazuma and protection you just get the perfect idea to get close to their left and right ear and moan as erotically as you could just begging their names out

miko was very turned on afterall her fox ears are sensitive and it felt as loud as you both actually having sex while ei is there blushing like crazy too your smirk and try to leave but “uh oh little one! seems my prey has been caught” you could feel the chills and sharpness of her nails against your wrist

As ei starts to manhandle and fondle your chest while miko bites your neck her fangs leaving small blood spilling marks to lick off

you can take both of their hands

“cant you pretty girl?” miko chuckles from the side. Shes very experimental she enjoys the pleasure of it and then feeling it from her two lovers afterall your not the only ones who love being fucked like crazy

ei smirks as she drawns into your neck as miko leaves her lipstick stains on your cunt thighs and face as a symbol of whats hers

they arent gonna punish you afterall!! they loved the prank infact they loved it so much you can cum how many times you want and control whatever just dont moan too loudly wont you dear?

-🤲 alice if u sont get this jst know my life was poured into this fr

CW//NSFW

WHY WOUDK YOU SEND ME THISWHBDELNDNA

IDK WHAT TO SAY THERE IS NOTHING I CAN ADD EVERYONE JUST SIT BACK AND ENJOY.

[lily-alphonse]

SEBASTIAN GIRLS LISTEN TO ME

ARE YOU PICKIN UP WHAT IM PUTTIN DOWN HERE

LOOK

LISTEN!!

I used to think Rain by Sleep Token was the most Sebastian-coded song but this one is 🤌🤌🤌

I told him I liked his style he said “Thanks its avoidant” Scuffs on his shoes and the stains on his shirt Tells me that he gets involved With all the wrong people And all the wrong things They cut off his fingers And stole all his rings A cigarette hangs from his mouth But he wont breathe at all If he fell between the bed frame And the wall I’d find him down there But I know he’d shut down my compliments Oh so abruptly The only thing he knows how to take is the blame Its always the ones with the unique Or biblical names God I want to tell him He is so lovely

Im not gonna list the whole lyrics but BRO the end of it

He hates the taste of his words He’ll get on his knees Just to beg you for silence Human connection is a... form of violence He is so lovely But loving him hurts

also support small artists yo shoutout to Jess Humphries, banger song

[bordadoneuronal]

bad english btw, not my first language

(note im correcting some words my bad, it was like 2am i think.)

hi, i know this is an art account and im mostly inactive, but i also kinda rant about stuff. sometimes.

so i guess everyone saw the natlan teaser... it was disappointing.

i'm a white latino, first of all, so if im wrong in any statement about the issue feel free to correct me. im also mostly talking about the latin american stuff in the characters. its important for every individual being educated about the racism and colorism to be more conscious about the problems in our society and being able to make a difference.

now first of all, i was fucking annoyed when all the leaks of pyro archon were an spanish colonizer, its fucking disrespectful and the worse part was some people on twitter saying "well i think it could be a good idea if she was a colonizer because..." oh my god, shut up. its 2024 i need everyone to stop romanticizing the colonization.

hoyoverse racism and colorism isnt new at all. you got carole and her mother from honkai impact 3rd, one being ashamed of her skintone and the other being a racist stereotype for what i read. arlan from star rail, with his bad kit (also read on twitter his kit actually have racist references about the slavery.)

all the sumeru controversy both orientalism and colorism. correct me if im wrong but im very sure in the last sumeru area quest that lamp was racist with jeht. kandake being whitewashed in every aspect and just being a 4*

as sucrose's va, valeria said on twitter i dont mind mixing cultures, but if youre gonna do that, do it respectfully and do a proper research.

theres no fucking way they whitewashed and disrespected deities and gods from native cultures LIKE THAT. friendly reminder that its actually Olorun and no ororon. (and for leaks i read, theyre giving this character the 'candace' treatment.)

more i read more it get worse, why the pyro archon doesnt look like shes from natlan? (this taking in mind her outfit) brother she looks like some fontaine or mond character, are you kidding me? its like hoyoverse just refuse to make their archons like they actually represent the culture theyre based in. (very sure it also happened with nahida.)

you just dont choose to present specifically pre-colonization era and make all the characters that are supposed to be native WHITE.

im also tired of some latinos saying "we're not all black here" and we are not all white here. latam has many POC no matter what country is. afro-latinos exist, native people exist, stop denying their existence.

to be honest i knew hoyoverse would try to sell us another dehya, cyno and say "loook we have tanned skin characters" my ass.

please, consider to boycott hoyoverse. this isnt fair at all for latin american and black culture. its something that has been asked since sumeru, its fair also include how south asians were disrespected during sumeru release. write about this topic in the surveys. (also remember theyre collaborating with kfc, a target of boycott for all the situation in palestine, if im not wrong.)

and for all my fellow latinos, dont just stay in "oh well... but its the first time we get represented in games like this without being a joke." i get it, i also like when latinos are represented in media, but hoyoverse isnt doing a better job than all the stereotypes gringos put to us.

thats all. stop romanticizing colonization. read for a bit, it wont take you more than 5 minutes to understand how horrible it is.

[alloutofgoddesses]

- Okay I avoided everything but the stills for the most part so I am Nervous but going in as blind as I can

- The ads shut the fuck up ads the fire fam is waiting for me

- 14 MINUTES

- EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

- this is rough and w just started

- OH BOY NOT THIS IMMEDIATELY

- I CANT EVEN BEGIN TO TRY TO EXPLAIN HOW I FEEL ABOUT THE IMPLICATIONS OF ALL LF THIS

- EDDIE LOOKS SO BROKEN AND RYAN IS ACTING HIS GOFDAMN HEART OUT

- CHRIS CALLED THEM OH GOD

- AND THEN HEN

- HI MARA

- HATE THIS HATE THIS HATE THIS

- OOOOOOWWWWWWW

- Helena and Ramon I will get you

- AAAHHHHH

- I mean he’s not wrong but I still hate him

- SO BUCK KS SOMWHOW GOING FROM ALL LF THIS TO TMMY??? HOW

- Hi Maynard

- Oh god Athena can we just let other ppl do their jobs

- An “Ay, Dios” at least a apart of my prayer of “Eddie speaks more Spanish” has been answered

- Leave him ALONEEEEEEE ATHENA

- THAT MAN WANTS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU OR BOBBY JUST LET HIM LIVE IDCIF HE COMMITTED THE ARSON LEAVE HIM BEEE

- Oh god

- Athena put the gun back oh my god

- Who is Polly Martin

- Why are you here though

- You could have like knocked

- Where’s Harry also

- MADDIE HAN!!!!!!!!!

- At least we have one person making it out of this episode mostly unbothered

- HE IS READING THE PRAYER BOOK I AM FUCKED UP

- Also Hen Chim bestieism

- Athena is DEFINITELY the danger right now

- Leave him ALONEEEEEE

- ATHENA OH MY GOD

- Yeah he’s a travel nurse

- BOBBY ISN’T DEAD YET

- Can we all do a quick prayer circle for the demise of this fuck ass bob

- THE CARTEL AGAIN

- OH MY GOD 9-1-1 WRITERS THE ICE YOU’RE STANDING ON JUST CRACKED

- CAN WE NOT WITH THE FUCKING MEXICAN CARTEL STORYLINE I HATED IT THE MOMENT I REALISED IT WAS HAPPENING AND I HATE IT NOW

- Oh boy oh boy

- This is the reason Eddie doesn’t speak more Spanish bc the writers room is writing this shit instead

- Oh my god and bringing Herman in

- Over it over it over it

- Why do ppl keep projecting themselves onto Amir

- I hope he makes it out of this and changes his name and moves to the middle of the woods

- Let’s all leave Amir alone okay

- Athena are you for real right now

- Okay Mrs. Bobby Nash does kind of eat but really

- Really

- Setting a fire when there are still people inside

- Really

- Hi 133

- Amir now is the time! Leave! Go into witness protection so ppl will leave you ALONE

- Yeah Bobby’s fine

- Buck wouldn’t go have a date if he wasn’t

- Hi Bobby welcome back your wife went a little insane

- Hi Karennnn

- Madney side eye

- Oooooo they’re so gonna foster Mara until Henren can take her back

- And Phillip SUCKS ASS

- Sure bud

- Why? Would you want? Girl what

- He’s so weird. I’m so sorry but he keeps being so weird

- Ughhhhhhh hate this hate this

- OH NOOOOOO IT’S HAPPENING

- NO IT’S HAPPENING

- CHRISTOPHER BABEY

- I totally get it but why THEM Chris

- Hi Harry!

- Hi May!

- Aaawwwwww

- BUCK AND CHRISSSSS

- The little head shake oh god

- That’s his SOUL I’m gonna lose it

- HE WONT LOOK AT HIM AAAAA OW

- Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

- Augh

- OMG ITS HAPPENING

- IT’S HAPPENINGGGGGG

- Can this please be the start of MaddieKaren bestie time PLEASE

- HE CHOSE TO COME BACK

- AMIR CASEY

- I will accept it since he talked Bobby into not retiring

- HI RAVI

- BOOOOOOOOO GERRARD TOMATO TOMATO TOMATO

- oh god this is gonna be a MESS

- I hope it’s resolved by the end of the first episode of the season bc I don’t know how much Gerrard I can take

[wixenburr]

Batfam quotes taken from the group chat starboard

Tim, to Damian: I'm not going to talk twink logistics with you.

Tim: my social anxiety has me by the throat, like 24/7 Dick: Make out with it.

Tim: I'd kill a person before i drank hot water Jason: I'd kill a person.

Duke: I'm alright with being forgotten Actually

Dick, post-hallucinations: DREAM JASON IS A CHICKEN NUGGET

Dick: Thank you^^, it's because I'm insane—

Steph: First I get attacked by a butterfly in my dream and now this

Dick, post-killing joker: And plenty of gore and horror just for you!! <3 <3 Jason: :o JUST FOR ME?!

Bruce: How am i already an absentee father

Dick: spanish immersion until my cousin went back to his house and then it was english all the way down Tim: bisexual moment

Alfred: you know you have real kids when they ignore you :)

Steph: Atlantic Pacific Etc Sea Ocean Uhh

Dick: Ive never seen pineapple on a pizza, if i did id just be sad spongebob lost his home

(Bruce, having a breakdown) Tim, muffled: oh my god, i just ate that whole burger

Tim: Im sorry i slept

Cass: as an aroace pacifist fmk is a nightmare scenerio Jason: i may be asexual but i am sure as hell not a pacifist it's kill kill kill for me baby

Dick: No, Tim was gonna start killing people, there's a difference

Dick: wait no the flaky skin is on my face not my ass-

Alfred: what in the british archaelogist is happening here

Babs: I'm sorry i committed an actual war crime but its for y'alls own good

Damian: I don't need comfort, i need a knife

Bruce: I'm a firm believer in whore rights okay?

Steph: hELP- Duke: I'm eating spaghett Steph: what a simple life

Damian: Oh hi Batcow, finally someone interesting to talk to

Tim: I don't have depression, a therapist hasn't diagnosed me

anyone@Dick: noooo aha dont die sparkle butt

Damian: ive been god before

Bruce: i leave for two minutes and come back to octobussy

Tim: i am also killable if that makes you feel any better???

Babs: I support you with my eyes closed.

Dick: Instead im watching children with hot glue guns Damian: Like, in battle??? Dick: LIKE IN ARTS AND CRAFT

Steph: if i get a head injury i could probably read portuguese

Steph: love how we went in different directions Jason: The only directions: murder or pranks

Duke: I can't count that high so i'm-- i'm not gonna read that

Dick: punches him straight in the eye then immediately goes in for the kiss Tim: We call that the "Sock-n-Smooch"

Bruce: worm food can be eggs. scrambled ones. Damian: i dont lay eggs Bruce: chickens do?? Damian: oh. We have chickens!!!!

Tim: we have three hands for a reason

Damian: reEEEEeeeEEEEEEEEE Tim: Baby dinosaur be like Damian: I WILL BE A DINOSAUR BUT I WONT BE A B A B Y

Tim: shut up shut up shut up no you dont your bald + your mother is american

Jason: see, strangling people DOES bring miracles!

Tim: what in the minecraft commands are you trying to do here

Bonus:

Harley: mE AND MY CHECKERBOARD BOOBIES

Wally: Nightwing has two hands and a staff

[wizardpink]

Oh I just had a breakthrough as to why I watch s2e5 and cannot be mad at Armand for how he reacted to Louis.

Louis and Lestat's argument style was to scream at each other and say whatever god awful shit came into their heads and sometimes even put hands on each other. But Armand can only take so much of that kind of thing before he folds in on himself and either has to disassociate or break down crying, and not in the "crying while screaming and fighting" kind of way but in the "crying like the world is ending and I'm going to die" kind of way.

Louis heads it off by pointing it out in the big fight they have. He also stops screaming quite so loudly after "decades with you," and Armand snaps back in and the argument continues. Even Louis is shocked by how effectively Armand fights back this time, and I have to believe it's because most of their other fights would have ended when Armand got the "apocalyptic look" and either clammed up or broke down.

My last relationship was so toxic and abusive without me even knowing until it was over, and she would fight like Louis fights, loud and mean and scorched earth, expecting me to give it right back and let things go back to normal after it was done rather than internalize all the things she said. But I don't scream or say things off the cuff, or just to be mean. I don't respond to that kind of thing, I just shut down or break down. And she HATED that, and it would just provoke her to get even angrier and nastier ("my daddy groomed me into a little BITCH").

She was also the type to weaponize threats of suicide, something that kept me in that relationship for years longer than I wanted to be. There were periods of time where I had resigned myself to being miserable with her because I thought it was either that or being responsible for her death.

So to read people say things like "Armand tortured Louis by withholding his blood or not putting him in his coffin," ugh that is so triggering to me. Obviously the situations are different because Louis actually went through with his suicide attempt. But people watching Louis bring Daniel back to his apartment where he fucks guys that aren't Armand, stuff Daniel full of drugs and then drink his laced blood just before sunrise, lash out at Armand for being nagging, boring, etc, scream at Armand that the ten hours spent talking about Lestat were more exciting than 2.5 decades with him, get annoyed when Armand wont sink to his level, throw Armand's history of childhood sexual assault back in his face, try to kill himself when he bites off more than he can chew, and try to say he's sorry and beg for comfort afterwards????? You think Armand is in the wrong for not weeping at his bedside or draining his veins trying to heal him? Fuck him.

Like it's really hard to be unbiased watching that. Armand should have just left after Louis went up to the roof. Of course he wouldn't and couldn't, just like I wouldn't and couldn't, but god I wish I were the type of person who could.

[plothooksinc]

For the WIP meme: 🗣️ 📄 ❔ 🤔

🗣️Talk about your favourite WIP

This is actually super hard. Like I love all my WIPs! (Nobody ask me which WIP I hate b/c the answer is "lol none"). Picking a favourite... well, Infinite Ricochet is the easiest to write currently and I'm looking forward to making readers scream dropping the actual plot, but.

But.

I just finished a reread of The Zaibatsu Project and honestly, cyberpunk samurai? I have so much going on in this and I'm proud of myself for taking a bunch of 19th century characters and going "nope you're all from 2029 now" and realising just how much plot I had on the go and that, actually, the last chapter I put up wasn't so terrible or poorly received after all (and I'm struggling to work out why I ever thought that.) It reminded me where I was going with it and I am very encouraged, and it is by far my most ambitious WIP and if Watsuki hadn't taken a sledgehammer to everyone's motivation to do anything with the Ruroken fandom I might actually write this a lot faster than, uh, one chapter every three years '_' Anyway, yes. Cyberpunk samurai, choc full of The Cure references, chess references, and conspiracy theories that drove people nuts on LJ back in the day back when I was writing it in serial installments. <3

📄What’s a WIP you never finished that you would like to go back and revisit?

All of them. But as I've been asked this one multiple times, let's go with Snowblind. It's the closest to being finished out of all of them, and the last time I updated I got a reviewer in her 70s going "Please don't take another 13 years to update, I probably wont' be here to read it," sob. So I whittle away some time on this one. (On them all, actually. While I'm focused mostly on Infinite Ricochet, I have indeed written 1-2 pages on everything else on my way through.)

❔Choose a random WIP and talk about it.

Infinite Ricochet, unlike its predecessor, is a sprawling take-your-time fic wherein there is a plot and I'm slowly going to keep ratcheting up the tension until people are screaming on the rollercoaster all the way down, but I wanna take time to explore relationships along the way. Like I set up certain dynamics in NRFTW that I want to play with. Literally reconstructed one of the main characters. Gave them all even more trauma! I sort of left off with one open plot thread on NRFTW deliberately which could have been left open ended, but then I thought of a bunch of other stuff and went "...hey, what if." And it's messy. It's so messy here at the start because I'm trying to lay the foundations for everything that comes later, and there's a lot that comes later. So sometimes I'm like "...is this scene really necessary" but also "no I can't jump straight to the plot because pacing let's let them breathe first" but also "oh god, the characters are talking again and I can't get them to shut up." And then trying to get from these personality/foundation-laying scenes to pick up speed with actual plot relevant stuff is surprisingly hard?

My outline for Infinite Ricochet is 8000 words long. And it's only two thirds of the fic, because at that point I went "...and by the time I get to this point the plot will look entirely different" so I stopped. Safe to say I have a lot planned. And if I can get it to work I (and hopefully everyone else) will have so much fun (for a given definition of fun), but it feels a little right now like trying to herd cats so. Wish me luck. 8|

🤔Do you have an WIPs where you wish you had chosen a different fandom/character?

Nope! I'm not a hugely prolific writer, so any time I do start publishing a fic I've already thought long and hard about my choices. Places, everyone.

Thank you!

WIP meme questions here.

[itsaspectrumcomic]

man ok idk if youll be able to advise on this or something but like. do you know anything regarding dealing with like internalised ableism?

i live in a rural part of ireland, right? and idk what it is about rural ireland but some of the people are heinous. my school is in a small miserable-ass town and like. God, man. not everyone sucks, of course but like. jesus lol additionally i have a ~mildly ableist~ mother (a "we're all a little bit autistic" and "erm. youre not disabled because youre not in a wheelchair or blind/deaf" etc etc type stuff. + "npd = bad person" which isnt particularly good for me specifically because i have npd (that i both Cant get an official diagnosis for, for various reasons, and im not really Looking for one either because i know what i am and its not like you get support for it because ~ooh scary narcissist~.)

and like. idk if this is Obvious but that can kinda cause a weird-ass relationship with You (being Me in this case, yk how it is with the second person perspective when. ranting) and The Concept Of Being Disabled. like, objectively. im disabled. im autistic, ive definitely got adhd (that im hopefully going to get examined for at some point cause college stuff requires it for the disability forums and stuff. gotta love that. fuckin 80% comorbidity right?), ive got a laughable number of repetative strain injuries, i have a sensory processing disorder, an endocrine disease that effects my Entire cardiovascular system, a spine that felt a lil quirky and bent in too much. so on a so forth

but also like. it feels wrong to call myself disabled. yk, like im doing a disservice to all the other ~actually~ disabled people (being Anyone but me lol) (none of this is At All helped by the fact that my mother refuses to listen to me regarding Jack Shit about my health in Any way. "oh you nearly passed out on top of a hill because of your cardiovascular condition? erm youre just not exercising enough actually" "you dont have depression [said while i was filling out an assigned mood diary after being forcefully brought to camhs for Reasons" like. shut the fuck up and Listen to me please. at least Entertain the idea that i could be right about something for fucking once lmao. cause ive been right about EVERYTHING regarding my mental health so fucking far so. fuck off /nay ofc) (also man. like, even if you ignored the physical issues ive got im still disabled on account of being autistic. like, motor function is fine, despite being a lil clumsy and/or unsteady sometimes but like. my emotional needs are Fucked. think of the response youd get if you asked a. fuckin. 8 year old or something to do algebra. but with a very emotionally stunted and traumatised 17 year old lol. lmao, even /lh)

so like. if youve got. any advice or whatever on any of this thatd be Super cool + no pressure obvs. sorry this is a whole. like. fucking essay's worth of Random Guy Complaining To You On The Internet lol

-🐢 <- just so i can find this again if you respond. i Like Turtles. i am Normal about the tmnt and also turtles The Creatures. i wont talk at length about turtle mutant anatomy (i am deceiving you)

Internalised ableism is a really hard thing to deal with, especially when you're surrounded by people who constantly re-enforce it. I've also spent a lot of time worrying that I'm not disabled 'enough' to deserve certain accommodations, that I'm making an unnecessary fuss. But the truth is, autism IS a disability and if there are accommodations that can help support you, you deserve access to them. You're not taking away from others with disabilities by advocating for yourself.

It's taken me a long time to understand this and I still worry sometimes. What has helped is talking about my experiences with people I know understand, like my therapist or best friend, and learning about the experiences of other autistic people through books, social media, YouTube and even real life.

I'm sorry your mother and others aren't being understanding - remember that's a them problem, not you, and try to spend your time with people who do understand.

🐢🐢🐢 <- the turtles wish you luck