#and i genuinely thought they were just gonna be friend but i was whacked by stick

[samsspambox]

*shoves face in hands*

so as some of you may know i used to date someone but not anymore bc he was an asshole that thought video games were more important. point being i've been single for like,,, 6 months and i kinda got promoted at my little jobby job a month ago so im in a completely new location and being trained by new people

tell me why when i decide to hunker down and start working on myself properly someone asks for my number

*looks up at universe* PLEASE I NEVER ASK TO BE IN THESE SITUATIONS

[ldrfanatic]

two worlds collided

theodore nott x fem!malfoy!ravenclaw!reader

a.n. this is quickly becoming a theo obsession blog BUT I am open to requests for others

love theo in this piece.

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synopsis - you're draco's sister but you're a ravenclaw. your father shunned you because he thought that voldemort wouldn't want you but when Nott sr is trying to find theodore a bride your father takes this as the perfect opportunity. over time you grow to genuinely care for one another.

warning - cursing, lucius malfoy is a prick, hitting, borderline verbal abuse, arranged marriage

accompanying song - never tear us apart (bishop briggs)

works slytherin boys

"Father is asking for you."

Shock washed over you and you wondered if you submerged yourself into your cloud-like bed if Lucius would just forget about it. After carefully weighing your options, it seemed rather unlikely. You threw your navy covers to the side and shuffled awkwardly to the main dining hall where your mother, father, and older brother Draco were waiting.

Your eyes fell onto a rather scary looking man and another handsome figure who you recognized as Theodore Nott, one of Draco's friends.

"Daughter." The warm velvet tones of Narcissa Malfoy filled the air. After you'd been sorted into Ravenclaw, Draco and Lucius had shunned you. Narcissa had been the only person in the entire family still kind to you. Well, she and your estranged aunt Andromeda who you'd been secretly exchanging letters since third year.

"Now that the Dark Lord has gained strength, it is imperative that we maintain close connections within the Sacred 28." Lucius approached you, looking rather unhinged, and placed a large hand on your shoulder. There was a malicious look in his eyes that made the entire interaction all the more unnerving. "Once the Dark Lord begins his plans, he'll need people he can trust to continue the most important of magical bloodlines."

Your father took you by the shoulders and moved you to stand in front of Theodore and the mystery man at his side.

"This is Theodore Nott Sr. and his son, who I presume you know from school."

Nott Sr. glanced to the side at Theodore who snapped out of a sort of trance. He brought your hand up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on it.

"Y/n."

You smiled but didn't say anything, waiting in silence for your father to elaborate. He and Nott Sr. had clearly formed some sort of plan. "You and his son are to be married."

"What?!" Your body whipped around of its own accord and you felt rage explode over your body. "You haven't spoken to me in years and suddenly you expect me to marry this man without even asking me if I wish to be married to him or anyone for that matter?!"

Lucius' hand came down suddenly. A loud 'whack' resounded in the room as the back of his palm made contact with your cheek. "You ungrateful little brat." He straightened his cloak and took what you supposed was meant to be a calming breath. "Draco noticed the way that you stared at the Nott boy in school. You ought to be more appreciative that I didn't choose that awful Pucey boy although he was more than willing."

Though you couldn't see, Theodore's nose turned up in disgust at the mention of Adrian Pucey. He'd taken a liking to you, completely undeterred by the elder Malfoy's numerous threats to stay away from his younger sister. Draco might've been appalled that you'd been sorted into Ravenclaw, but that didn't mean that he was gonna let that slimey tosser terrorize you.

Your gaze stayed on the floor for a few moments before you turned back around, muttering a small apology to Theodore and his father. Overall, Theo was quite handsome and you had stared at him more than a few times. He really was quite handsome.

Nott Sr. studied you for a few moments then turned to Theodore expectantly. "Why don't the two of you take a stroll and become acquainted while Lucius and I finish up the particulars." It was phrased like a question, but in truth he wasn't asking. The air was silent as you walked out of the room the brunette boy following diligently.

The cool air nipped at your exposed skin as the heavy oak door slammed shut behind you. It was always cold and dark in the area surrounding Malfoy Manor.

"I'm sorry Theodore."

"Theo."

You stared at Theodore like a fish out of water waiting for words of any intelligence to come to you. Finally, you stuttered out an ignorant 'Huh?'.

"Call me Theo."

Your heart beat loudly in you ears for a few moments. "Oh-kay," Theo began to mosey into the Manor gardens with you hot on his heels. He was quite tall and due to the length of his legs, every one step he took was nearly three of yours. "So Theo. I am sorry you got dragged into this."

"That's alright fiancée." Theo teased you with a smile that could make any girl weak in the knees. For a moment you felt as though you could almost forget that the both of you were being forced into this.

"Still. I know your reputation. I only ask that you keep your conquests separate from our entanglement."

An indescribable akin to hurt flashed in the eyes of the boy before you. As well as something you didn't quite recognize.

"My reputation?" You spluttered at him for a few moments once again making a fool of yourself in front of Theodore Nott.

"Theo I didn't mean to--"

"Whatever." He turned away from you and stalked angrily back towards the Manor, calling over his shoulder. "And it's Theodore."

The rest of the break passed by pretty miserably, as expected. You and Theodore had gone on a few dates, as demanded by both your father and Nott Sr. since the pair of you were courting now, but they were long and excruciating with little to no conversation.

Despite a summer that seemed as though it would never end, September finally arrived.

You were boarding the train with Theodore and Draco as your parents watched on. They'd been keeping an extra close eye on the pair of you. In all honesty, you and Theodore hadn't grown any closer in your courtship than you'd been as distant acquaintances the year prior. If anything, the walk in the garden at the start of your relationship had forced you further apart.

And though you'd pretended you didn't care, seeing Theodore with other girls was never something you'd enjoyed. Now, knowing that he'd be your husband sooner rather than later, the thought of Theo running around with some daft blonde Slytherin made your heart sink to your stomach.

Yet, as the year progressed, you and the rest of Hogwarts were unexpectedly surprised by Theo. Before you knew it, the first snowfall graced Hogwarts in November, and Theodore hadn't had any flings with any girls. He was even turning down girls that had been brave enough to approach him and make the first move.

Without your parents to keep the two of you tightly bound, you and Theodore hadn't spoken since the train in.

Through all of this, you hadn't expected to become close friends with Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl in Theo and Draco's year. But she'd walked up to you during breakfast one morning and the two of you really hit it off.

Hence why currently, you were sat on Pansy's bed while she worked on her charms homework. And she was putting her absolute all into trying to convince you to ask Theo to Hogsmeade.

"C'mon Y/n! It might be fun."

"If by fun you mean he'll humiliate me in front of the entire student body." You mumbled under your breath. You tried to tune her out so as to focus on the book you were currently attempting to read, but she was determined.

"According to Blaise Theo's been talking about you when Draco isn't around to glare at him for it."

"Look Pans, I know you're in love with the bloke but have you considered that Blaise may be confused? Or simply taking the mickey?" Pansy shot you an unimpressed look. "Theo and I haven't spoken since September. In any case, if he's turning down long legged red heads who are all but stripping in front of him, what makes you think he'd want to go out with me?"

"Because he's already agreed to speak with you in the Slytherin Common Room tonight."

"What?!"

Pansy ignored your protests and damn near dragged you down to the common room with an iron grip on your wrist. When you got there, Theo was spread out on one of the expensive leather couches with a cigarette in between his lips. Yet as he noticed you approaching, he immediately dropped it and put it out with a stomp on the stone floors.

"Y/n."

The sonorous tones of Theo's voice bounced off each wall of the common room and seemed to warm you from the inside out. His voice was so inviting that you almost believed you could actually do this.

There is, however, one thing to know about Theodore Nott. No matter how inviting or pleasant Theo's aura is, you'd made a promise to yourself not to look him in the eyes. You knew that if you made the unfortunate mistake to look Theodore Nott in his malachite eyes, you'd lose all ability to think, speak, even breathe properly.

It wasn't until you saw his shoes enter your line of sight that you knew that he'd approached you at all. Worse, when his large hand found purchase under your chin and lifted your gaze to meet his, you knew that you were well and truly fucked.

In that most regrettable moment, you realized how much you'd fallen in love with Theodore. During shared hushed dates and the rare moments of laughter. Theodore Nott had completely enraptured you. And you realized much too late to do anything about it.

So now here you stood. Lost in the beautiful blues and greens of your fiancée's eyes. You were completely, 100% at Theodore Nott's mercy. And likely not for the last time in your life, you felt the urge to give into him. He was a sin that you'd willingly drown in.

"Bellisima," Theo's voice thickened as he spoke. You couldn't understand what he was saying nor could you place the language. But in all honesty, you hadn't known that he even spoke any other languages. His tongue wrapped effortlessly around each syllable and his voice deepened even more than usual, if possible. "I asked you a question."

"Huh?"

"You've been avoiding me." He stepped closer and your heartbeat spiked. "Why?"

Why had you been ignoring Theo again? How could you, or anyone for that matter, ever dream of not giving this devastatingly handsome man everything he desired and more? Oh yeah. Your wretched father.

"You've already been roped into entrapment with me and then forced to hang out with me all summer. I didn't want to cause anymore turmoil to your peace than I already have."

Theo's lips pursed and his eyes narrowed. Once again you'd gone and offended the poor boy.

Immediately, you opened your mouth to apologize, but he cut you off.

"D'you know for a Ravenclaw, you really can be rather thick sometimes?"

You felt your jaw drop in shock. The small grin he currently sported on his face let you know that he'd obviously been teasing. And for the umpteenth time since knowing him, Theo stole your breath with his stupid mesmerizing smile.

Yet, through all of that, he was right. You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Theo finally seemed to get the hint that he was going to have to spell this out for you.

"I know you probably don't know this about me, but I never do anything that I don't want to. No matter who's asking."

You continued to stare at him blankly. Had he hit his head during the last quidditch match?

Theo ran a hand stressfully through his hair. He grabbed your wrist and led you back to the couches where you settled comfortably in the seat next to him, careful to maintain a respectful distance. "Merlin, Y/n. Turns out you Malfoy's are all slow."

"No offense." He added on quickly when he saw the look on your face. "That's not the point. Y/n I never would have agreed to this engagement with you if I didn't actually want to. I know that you did not get a say in the matter so if you truly wish to live our lives separately, I will respect your choice." Theo gently pulled your hand until it was safely tucked in between both of his larger ones.

"But whatever your decision, know that I am yours. I have wanted nothing more in the past few months than to be by your side. And every moment I spend without you is inexplicable torture for my soul."

"Theo."

He shook his head and cradled you face between his palms.

"No. My mother had a saying. Lascia che la vita accada. It means 'let life happen'. She believed that the only way to truly know if something is meant for you is to let life make it happen on its own. So take a few days. I'll meet you Saturday morning in the Great Hall. But know that if you agree to be mine, Tesoro, you'll be mine for eternity."

To say that staying away from Theo in the days following was easy would be a complete and total lie. When you told Pansy about the conversation the pair of you had (or lack thereof really) she'd all but exploded.

Finally, Saturday morning rolled around. You'd genuinely thought about all your options and you'd come to a decision. The only issue with Theo's plan is that Saturday was the infamous Gryffindor v Slytherin Quidditch match. The Great Hall was bustling in seas of only red or green. You were sporting a dark green jumper, a show of obvious support for the Slytherin team.

Those of your house that favored Gryffindor looked on at you with disdain as you stood from your bench and began making your way to the Slytherin table in search of Theo. He was one of Slytherin's chasers so trying to find him during such a hectic morning proved difficult.

As you walked up and down the table, a familiar figure appeared in front of you.

"Ahh Malfoy. I've been looking for you. I was wonderin' if you'd wear my jersey."

Before you had time to respond or even acknowledge the situation at all, Adrian Pucey had shoved his green and silver practice jersey into your arms. It was an incredibly common practice for girlfriends and boyfriends of Quidditch players to wear their partner's jerseys to their games for good luck.

The hall fell silent as the sound of glass breaking reverberated through the air. You looked to the source of the noise. Theo had stood so abruptly from his seat next to Blaise and Lorenzo that his entire breakfast went flying and ended up on the floor.

He was staring at you with clear ache in his eyes. Suddenly, he swung himself over the bench and stormed out of the room.

You threw Adrian's awful smelling jersey back at his face and ran frantically after Theo.

"Theo!" He ignored you and continued walking briskly even as you approached quickly on his heels. "Theodore please. Just let me explain."

"You don't owe me an explanation, dolcezza ragazza. You've made your choice."

"You've got it all wrong. That's not my decision. I don't want that." You cried out as tears brimmed your eyes. The thought of losing Theo because of Adrian Pucey was mournful.

"Hey, hey. Calma tesoro. Breathe." Theo's hands one again found their way to your face. He gently thumbed the tears from your face. "Don't get yourself all worked up. I'll always listen to you."

"Adrian he just sort of threw his disgusting jumper at me. I don't want him. I only want you. I'm yours, Theodore Nott, completely and without hesitation."

The grin on Theo's face was nothing short of heart-stopping.

"Does that mean you'll wear my jersey at the game today?"

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How to choose a pile?

Take a deep breath and gently close your eyes. Politely request your spirit guides to reveal the appropriate pile meant for you, then open your eyes. Whichever pile captures your attention is the one meant for you.

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Hey pile 2, I've got a feeling that some of you might've gone through a recent loss or missed out on an opportunity that's bugging you. Hold tight, because the upcoming twists in your life are gonna be jaw-dropping. Stressed about your studies, huh? Well, I see a mentor striding into the scene. They're gonna drop some serious wisdom bombs on you and help you level up in whatever you're studying. This one's especially for all you students out there. It seems like some of you have been dabbling in singing. Turns out, you're toying with the idea of making a career out of it. Your voice is gonna go through a crazy transformation. It'll become so captivating and irresistible that people are gonna be head over heels for it. Air energy is flooding this reading, so you might be an air sign or have a strong connection to it. Some of you are in for a big surprise, an invitation that's gonna turn your world around. You've been waiting on this one for a while, and it's finally here. Remember, your existence is massive and you're destined for some seriously awesome stuff. Keep that self-belief rocking and keep pushing forward, beause you're bound to snag every single dream you've got.

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[orangeocelotmartyn]

Ren and Martyn bits from the stream!

Transcript under the cut:

Ren: Martyn, Hand of the King, with us here, also, from Yogscast and of course from all the Life series. You love to see. A very special guest on the HermitCraft server, look at that that! Martyn, the man himself! InTheLittleWood, baby, nice!

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Martyn: --but it's going to be good dude, it's going to be really, really good. Really, really good. Look at Ren Diggity Dog, there's my man.

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Ren: Hey everybody, can I say a massive welcome to Martyn-- Martyn: Hi. Ren: --to the HermitCraft server. A very special guest on the HermitCraft server, we're so glad you're here Martyn, thanks for coming, dude. (Impulse hits Martyn off of his 'chair') Martyn: Wow, Impulse, okay, alright. Impulse: Sorry, I thought you were stronger than that. Martyn: I like everyone except for him (zooms in on Impulse). Ren: We're so glad to have you here, my friend. Thank you for-for coming, and helping us out with this. As you can see--I told you Martyn, didn't I tell you that this was going to be insane? Did I not tell you. Martyn: (laughs) Genuinely--

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Ren: I think we're in the wrong team, Martyn. Martyn: No, we're exactly where we need to be. Just you and me, together forever, that's all we need. Ren: Forever! Martyn: (laughs) Forever. Ren: Wait—

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Martyn: Where's some actual combat going on. Oh, there we go, Ren, head to head with Scar and Bdubs at the same time. I'm not sure this is one that Rendog's going to win, this is gonna be like Dogwarts all over again--what an incredible shot from Ren! He whacked Scar and made him fall through the gap on the bridge, all the way down, the fall damage leaving nothing but a head, an arrow, and broken dreams...

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Ren: Really, really special thanks to Martyn, for coming through. Martyn's a good friend of mine, and we've had some really great times together, in the Life Serieses. And, um, y'know Martyn's really, he's a special guy. He's--he's a very good human being. And, um, I've met Martyn in real life before, and he's one of those people that when you meet--he's--you know, you know, when you meet Martyn you just know he's a good apple, you know what I mean? Like, some humans you meet, you're just like, yeah, this is--this is a good human being, and Martyn's one of those. And, um. I only, y'know--very short notice for this, and Martyn's got a lot of stuff going on in his own life and he took, uh, he took time off to come do this with us. And, um, y'know, what a good guy. Really, really good guy.

[ms-nesbit]

empire records - chapter 4

summary: Jason is pestered by his family about y/n, and he finally addresses it; y/n meets someone new that causes tension between her and Jason.

rating: 18+ (no minors)

warnings: masturbation, implied content, mention of Dick Grayson and Koriand'r

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previous chapter

“ Shit. ” Jason’s choked cry traveled from his shower to the rest of the apartment, muttering profanities under his breath as his cum shot from his cock. He looked down, the water from his hair dripping down his face, and saw the odd adherent liquid mixed with the water already on his hand.

He sighed, stopping the video on his phone. Jason didn’t leave the apartment for a couple of days, nor did he draw the curtains of his windows - he was so horny , fixated on the video y/n sent him days prior. Even after this being his second round, he felt the blood rush to his sore cock, thoughts of y/n’s hands between her legs flooding his tired mind.

Turning the shower dial to OFF , he ducked, chest to his thighs as he shook the excess water from his head, before standing straight. As he grabbed his towel, his phone vibrated, and he glanced to see the caller. Dick.

Fuck . He accepted the call, automatically placing his elder brother on speaker. “Hey, Jason!” the voice called to him, “How ya doing?”

“Just finished jacking off. How’s life being a pig?” Jason retorted, drying his stringy black hair with his towel before wrapping it around his torso.

“I’m not a cop anymore, Jay. We talked about this-”

Jason interrupted him. “Once a traitor, always a traitor.”

Dick stopped for a second, before responding sternly, “Now, if we were gonna go down that route, your line of thinking would mean we wouldn’t accept you after what you did, right?” Silence. “That’s what I thought.” Dick cleared his throat and dropped the mom-tone, something he learned from Kori after they moved in together. “A friend of mine was watching your…livestream, and they said you’re seeing someone. Is that true, lil bro?”

Jason found it amusing how Dick referred to him as ‘lil bro’, despite the obvious size difference between the two; in a public setting, Jason was - on occasion, mistaken as Dick’s father, and the Gotham Gazette had the pleasure of mislabeling Jason and Dick in the Wayne family photos, something Dick considered a simple mistake , whereas Jason considered it fucking comedy gold. “Yeah, that’s probably true. Why you askin’ though?”

“Well, I was talking with Kori and Tim-” fuck, Jason thought, never a good thing. “-and they both asked if you would introduce us to her-or him, I mean! There’s nothing wrong if you’re exploring yourself. We’re all accepting here.”

Jason rolled his eyes. He knows the genuinity of Dick’s sentiment, but why did a man named after male genitalia have to be so awkward about it? Irony, Jason supposes. “Listen, Dick, I know the Wayne sponsored Titans would love to see who I’m dating, but we’re taking it slow right now.”

Incoherent murmurs followed Jason’s rejection, and a brief hush that gave away Kori’s eavesdropping on the phone conversation. Jason acclimated to it though - he knew Kori’s harmless, and was more thankful that someone could withstand Dick’s late night ramblings, gassiness, and overall annoying presence. She certainly is an alien. “Okay, well. Could you at least give us their name? Kori’s bugging me about this and-ow!” A whack cut off Dick mid-sentence, bringing a mischievous grin to Jason’s face while he walked, phone in hand, to his room to change into a pair of sweats. “We just…would like to know. In case some villain tries to kidnap this person, or use them as leverage against you.”

A dramatic sigh left Jason. “That’s not gonna happen, Dickhead.” he pulled the dark gray joggers to his hips, combing his hair back with his hand as he plopped down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. “I won’t let it come to that. Trust me.”

“I know you’re strong, Jason, but we’re a family. And families don’t keep things from each other. I know you have your problems with Bruce - and I won’t interfere with that - but at least don’t block me from your life.” Dick had a point: Jason couldn’t differentiate his brothers from his adoptive dad, and it led to moments like this, where they were begging to be let into Jason’s private life.

“Okay. Her name is y/n. Y/n, uh…” he took a look at his contacts, confirming his girlfriend’s name, “y/n y/l/n. Gonna stop pestering me now?”

“Y/n y/l/n…okay. Yep, I’ll leave you lovebirds alone.” Distantly, a loud noise rang, followed by what Jason would only describe as a crashing of pots and pans (they were in the kitchen, unfortunately for Alfred), and disgruntled exclamations from multiple people on the other end.

Jason laughed and pressed the red button, hanging up the call without a proper salutation; it wasn’t as if he needed one, though - that cacophony was enough entertainment for a week.

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Lay, Lady, Lay played on the bluetooth speakers of Vanity Records , y/n thoughtlessly bobbing her head to the tune as she flipped through the inventory sheets. For a Tuesday morning, it was rather monotonous, pedestrians walking just outside the shop with bags and friends in tow. Y/n hoped the store remained empty, so she could continue playing her favorite discoveries without interruption or complaint, but alas, it was a job, no less, so disappointment was bound to emerge from the horizon.

Vibrating in her pocket, y/n reached for her phone and unlocked it, a notification from Jason shown. She and Jay were exchanging texts and, occasionally, calls - she preferred to call him when the store was slammed, just so that she had an excuse to evade the sometimes overbearing tourists that wandered into the shop in search of an outdated artist.

While responding, the bell of the entrance rang, alerting y/n to take her morning aspirin. “Vanity Records: if we don’t have it, they’re probably thrown in the back with the rest of the used tampons and condoms.” she didn’t bother to look up from her phone screen, despite feeling a figure waiting on the opposite side of the counter.

“Good morning.” Y/n ignored it. “Oh. I’m sorry, I was hoping I could find a y/n here?”

Y/n looked up, finally, blinking back at the person across the counter. It was a tall, tan man with long, black hair, and deep blue eyes. His stance was interrogative, contrasting his insecure tone. “You’re looking at her. What’s up?”

The man’s eyebrows quirked, scanning her body captiously. “Hmm. I was wondering if maybe you could help me find an album? I’ve lived in Gotham for a few years, but didn’t think to stop by. My brother comes here quite a bit though, and recommended you for music.”

“Uh-huh. That so.” y/n replied, unamused. “Who’s this brother?”

The man flattened his palms on the counter as if placing a secret there. “Jason Todd?”

Y/n clicked her tongue, glancing at her inappropriate conversation with the aforementioned brother before replacing her phone in her cargo pants pocket. “Yeah, I know him, but he didn’t mention sending his…younger brother? Tim, is it?”

She recalled the advice Jason gave her the night before:

“You do not have four siblings.”

“/ do, actually.” Jason replied, cockiness deep in his voice. It was usually a turn-off for y/n, but when Jason showed self-confidence, she found herself aroused. “It goes like this: Dick, Cass, me, Tim, and Damian. And we have others that aren’t officially adopted, but they live at Bruce’s…it’s complicated, really.”

“Sounds like it.” y/n paused. “Wait, so is Dick the circus boy?”

Jason nodded. “He’s like, what, seven years older than me? And homeboy is shorter, like way shorter than me. So it’s funny when we’re posing for pictures because always, there’s little Dickie! And he’s like 5’5”, and then there’s me.” Y/n erupts in laughter, phone still up to her ear. “And, best part? There’s a couple of articles in the Gazette confusing us, so he’s labeled as Jason, and I’m Dick.”

Y/n curled up on her bed, cackling hysterically. The level of chaos Jason invited into her life was well-welcomed - her reaction assured him so. “Is he insecure about his height then?”

“Not really, unless you confuse him for someone else like me or Tim or Dami.”

Attempting to blink away his offense, Dick grinned. “No, although that is flattering that I appear that young-”

“Not young, just short.” y/n chimed in.

“Oh, uh, yes. You certainly are Jason’s girlfriend then.”

Girlfriend. Girlfriend? Y/n cocked her head, the title catching her off guard. “In the flesh. You into synth, birdie?”

Now it was Dick’s turn to be taken back, alias called out for anyone (yet no one) to hear. “Uh, yeah, I am. How did you know?”

“I know these things. Follow me.” y/n left her station and led Dick to a revolving rack displayed along one of the walls, fingering through a couple of CDs. She picked one and plucked it from the array, and shoved it in Dick’s hands. “Eurythmics. It includes some of Annie Lennox’s greatest hits, albeit certified bangers. Take a look if you want.” she walked back over to the cash register, the clacking of her loud, periwinkle platform boots distracting Dick.

“I think…do you accept card?” Dick asked, walking back behind y/n to the register. He pulled out a wallet with his free hand, opening it up to reveal a selection of cards and identifications.

Including his old badge from Gotham PD, which y/n eyed immediately. “What the fuck? Don’t you read?” she spat. “No animals allowed in here, Bud, and that includes pigs.”

She definitely was Jason’s girl. “Okay, I’ll pay, then I’ll make my way out.” Dick rushed, fumbling through the wallet to hand y/n his card.

She snatched it from his hand and completed the transaction, smacking the keys on the register in frustration, before tossing it in Dick’s direction, quickly crossing her arms. “The fuck outta here with ya.” and she began mock-oinking at the man, her nose scrunching and upper half leaning over the counter until Dick left the shop.

Once he was out of sight, y/n whipped out her phone, calling Jason.

“Dude, he’s a cop ?” for some reason, that was she was most upset about, despite Dick’s confirmation of y/n being Jason’s girlfriend.

“Yep. Bit of a squealer, that one. Not only because of the cop thing, but also because I slept in the hotel room next to him one time, and he was sharing with his wife, and I’ve gotta say: guy can scream. Almost made me feel things… not positive, of course - I nearly fucking puked - but y’know.”

Y/n chuckled. “He’s still dating that strong chick. Starfire, right?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Wow. She is so out of his league.” Y/n plopped herself back down on the mustard chair, lifting her feet to rest up on the counter. “But yeah, dickhead stopped by saying I’m your girlfriend. That shit true?”

Then, silence, followed by stumbling. “Well, I mean, uhm. Do you-I mean, do you think we’re together? Like I don’t want to rush things with you, but I’m-”

“I’m having a great time with you, Jason. As far as I know, we’re exclusive. You’re a special guy with some weird piggy brother.”

The comment broke the ice, and y/n felt Jason smiled through the phone, and the image made her smile, too.

[de4dlyniightshade]

heyy :) erm im gonna fangirl really quick and then the request will be at the end incase you wanna skip to that part or anything, lol. okay so this is very much unnecessary and unasked for and blah blah but i don't care! i believe writers need to hear how much we appreciate them and their works because whew mama! ive been trying to write fics for like months and it actually is so horrible. i genuinely start to angrily vibrate bc my thoughts don't flow on the notes app. but i just wanted to say, nightshade, (ehehe that's so cheeky and silly for some reason) that i reallyyy love your work. its actually like horrific how much your writing just makes me so 😜😊🤭 i know you're not like a celebrity or anything, so it's gonna be weird with this like mini parasocial relationship thing, but please know your work has an impact !! a few months ago, i did something extremely bad and out of character while i was spiraling, and i decided that the best decision for me would be to quit using social media. (and beforehand i had quit using tiktok for like 7 months already and i wasn't that addicted to my phone but i still was consuming negative media) so, ofc, i stopped completely for a good month or so and only ever using youtube every now and then. buttttt, one of the first social media platforms i came back to first... was tumblr! it's actually so silly too because i only used tumblr like 4 times beforehand so i was quite new. but anyway anyway (im a yapper UGH) i really found that your posts had made me feel happy :) idk they kinda reminded me of myself before i went big bad that one time and it made me inspired to go back to how i used to be... u get me?? you're writing literally haunts my brain oh my lord it should be illegal to read your stuff because afterwards i literally have this crazy ass urge to read more and more and more. im lowkey an addict cause i be having my deadlynightshade withdrawals. the way you write is just so 😫 gosh, it's beautiful. i also love ur sillyness because like ME TOO. your random little posts are so me coded and i love it. YOU'RE SO FUNNY 😭 uhmm i just wanted to say thanks for being super cool and talented because believe it or not, the stuff you put out makes me really happy! (that was so melodramatic like mf they write about spencer being a pathetic pussy drunk bitch why are you saying it changed ur life?? its true tho.) erm yeah that's the end of that part i just again wanted to thank you 🙏 i wish we were friends SO BAD like you're actually awesome what the fuck.... but like how do u even become friends w ppl?? LMAO ERM ANYWAY 😍 can you write a blurb or h.c or something (honestly anything will make me happy) about valentine's day?? 🤭 basically spencer being SO FUCKING SHY because you can't stop touching his hands or hair subtly or like kissing his cheek leaving marks from lipstick or like getting him his favorite snacks/drinks/books/textures/ basically a gift that made u think about him?? ugh or him doing the same with you like him being the best fucking nerd boy ever and spoiling you so much like he goes ape shit spending well over his funds limit but it's worth it because it's you? or like sweet soft cutie pie sex? at the end of the day and he's like... Erm.. Pussy for 1 please! you were so pretty today... You always are-! (I'm mentally ill and writing this at 8:37 pm on a thursday night.)

this is. the sweetest shit anyone has ever said to me i actually cried ngl to you.

i'm genuinely so thankful for the little community i have created here i never expected such an insane amount of positivity and love from people just for the whack ass shit i write but that's probably just my perpetual self hatred and disbelief that people enjoy anything about me🤞

i think it's crazy how people on the internet who have never met me, don't know me, what i look like, or anything can treat me better than any of my friends have and i'll always be thankful for that.

ALSO! i love being called funny pls kiss me i never think i'm actually funny istg

i was also planning on writing a valentines fic ALREADY but this made me wanna write it even more as a thank you for this message it genuinely made my week(can't promise it ON TIME for valentines but i can try!)

i'm also so glad that my work and blog makes you happy, there's no privilege greater than making someone smile even when they don't feel like it</3

[atopvisenyashill]

general thoughts-

this is ep 4 & 5, which means i’m onto ep 6 and beyond and that’s usually where i start falling asleep and go “actually there’s another show i could be watching” so that’s gonna be fun aksjdj

if jory has a million fans, i am one of them. if he has one fan, i am that fan. if he has no fans it means i am DEAD.

i think john bradly is kinda awkward at first but i definitely remember him improving. he comes off a bit insincere in some spots to me but he has good chemistry with kit - when sam is like “so you DIDNT know where to put it” and jon runs over to whack him, that feels very genuine, just two boyfriends besties fucking around.

i do love alliser thorne walking in like “i know what you are” can a man not have a giggle with another man. he’s such a hater.

just the immediate, zero hesitation “you’re too fat for your armor” oh i Know ned desires that man carnally

i have completely forgotten why hugh hammer was important i had to go look him up ajsjdh

ned looking back at littlefinger like “alright we’re friends but let’s not get unserious here” when he puts his hand on sansa’s shoulder

JOFFREY STANDS UP IN ALARM (and interest) WHEN SANDOR JUMPS IN, and joffrey keeps looking at robert to see what robert is going to do, he’s like impressed, slightly concerned, excited, then you see robert kinda look joffrey’s way before he says to stop. jack, mark……………deserved award nominations dammit…….

the little fish pin bran is playing with while he’s thinking of his mom…… “from the moment i placed her in your arms to the moment she dies, she will love you” “sometimes i think you are too smart for your own good” IM GONNA SCREAM ACTUALLY.

not i moved closer to the tv to get a look at the lil fish pendant and then ros’ boobs were just right there 😭😭 i’m not saying i don’t respect sexposition but i am saying we could have gotten nedcat sexposition instead of making ros do all the heavy lifting here.

Conleth Hill is so funny as Varys. He’s got perfect comedic timing, his cadence when he’s going back and forth with someone else is always spot on, you’re always getting the feeling he’s laughing at you.

me and my sibling like to decide out loud if it’s a “good enough” reason to use that word and i’m sorry “they say the eyrie is impregnable” “i’ll impregnate the bitch” Not A Good Enough Reason To Use That Word

Ramin is a genius for this score, the way the music in the scene in the Eyrie is so unsettling but never loud, staying at the same low level until tyrion gets to the sky dungeon and THEN starting to crescendo? i love him i would die for him

this renly & loras scene is the sexiest scene in the whole series. the focus on the hair around renly’s nipple. the bitchy way they snipe at each other in between trading new pieces of hot goss. loras bullying renly into committing treason. “if you want hairless maybe you should find a little boy” “i want you” RICH coming from the man who groomed his squire.

jory’s death & this fight scene always stands out in the series and the show does a great job making it stand out too. that absolutely visceral eye horror where jory’s still aware for a few seconds & the way they REALLY let sean bean & ncw start warming up with the sword skills only to CUT THAT SHIT OFF and jaime is so upset but not enough to do anything different. really fun.

changes i noticed

i feel like they made theon much less weird. where is his inappropriate giggling. why is he not flirting with robb’s mom. i do like this convo between him and tyrion though, don’t get me wrong, i love the dynamics of it, and i love the way it’s in conversation with theon’s story as it goes on - both in that he enters another absolutely stupid ass war bc of pride, and also that he’s going to become physically disabled, but here he invokes an ableist insult towards Tyrion to soothe his own wounds over Tyrion taunting him specifically about his fondness for the Starks being so pathetic considering his status as a hostage. Tyrion says something cruel and Theon is cruel right back; this is traumatic and yet just another Tuesday for both of these men.

i remember so much discourse about this tyrion/theon scene and like which one is more ~problematic~ in this scene and it’s like bro. they’re both being huge assholes here for a very specific reason and they both deserved to get clouted what do u want from a convo between two of the most maladjusted characters in this series aksjdj

Having Petyr creepily whisper Sandor’s backstory which he shouldn’t even fucking know in Sansa’s ear instead of letting Sandor tell that story himself. Beyond that I just Don’t understand the fascination d&d seem to have for aiden’s acting and littlefucker as a character, i just don’t get the point of taking like The Foundational Sandor/Sansa scene, which is also Foundational to Sansa’s changing concept of morality and honor, as well as the overreaching concept of what a True Knight is, and giving it to a character who just Does Not Fuck With Sandor Like That. i hate this. it’s one of my favorite scenes and they just destroyed it for what. for a dude otherwise known for being the Worse, Less Sexy version of brian kinney?? rory mccann would have Killed This Scene!! I FEEL RAGE!!!!!!!

ONCE AGAIN they take the kill catelyn makes to save tyrion’s life and give it to tyrion for…..WHAT. FOR WHY. I WANT THEM DEAD FOR WHAT THEY DID TO CAT OMG.

Okay here we go, weird Theon. I think this Theon/Ros scene starts out good but it could have ended better. Like, the way he can’t even go to a brothel without being mocked for being a hostage. His fixation on Tyrion’s sex life. The way he is too close to Ros’ face when he’s talking to her. I like that last “i don’t want to pay for it” “then get yourself a wife” exchange but i think his comment about his father and her return should have been sharper. It’s missing that Pizzaz that the other added scenes have.

They changed up the Council scene by changing the wording to include the “honorable fool” nonsense, and also cut out barristan so ned doesn’t have someone on the council who he actually gets to come around to his argument, as well as cutting several points of his argument. It’s so stupid. They think Ned is so fucking stupid. ugh.

This next Robert/Cersei scene isn’t imo as good a setup as some of the other ones, because I don’t think Robert OR Cersei are emotionally in a space where she could come up there and argue that much with him and still get him genuinely explaining why he feels a certain way to her. On the other hand, the actual dialogue is VERY in character - Robert breaking down his worries about Dany is good, Cersei being both angry but also deeply curious about how to lead the realm, the way they both start drinking together and cracking up at the idea that their marriage is holding the realm together. Amazing. I love the way the redness seeps out of Robert’s face as the conversation turns serious. It’s almost like he wants to reach out to comfort Cersei, but he does it once again in the most selfish way possible by laying this horrible emotional burden on her shoulders. “does that make you feel better or worse?” “it doesn’t make me feel anything.” it’s so good. i can’t believe neither of them were nominated for this.

i also really like this scene for the later parallel they do with Aemon - the way Robert’s love for Lyanna is so meaningless, an excuse for him to disappear into his vices, she was so nonexistent as a person to him that he can’t even remember anything but the idealized stone statue of her face, and here is Aemon so much further removed from his loved ones, so far removed from even when his memory involved seeing, and he pours over every detail in his mind to remember her face

[aaf-brothers-in-arms-au]

Chapter 1 - (Re)Union

Part II

Fun Faire, Apple Acres

3:19 PM

"There he is!" The small purple fish pointed in glee at Andy, who was wandering his way to the entrance.

"He doesn't look too enthusiastic…" Margaret replied nervously.

"He will once the games begin." He let out a mischievous grin and dashed to the approaching apple, who had finally noticed them.

The three were friends for as long as they could remember (If knowing each other since Andy and Margaret were eight and Felix was six counts as that). Andy and Margaret met through their parents, and Felix joined by being the 'neighbour's kid' (for a neighbour's kid he was awfully sane). Despite having differences, they still were attatched at the hip, known for being a trio.

Of course, we were a quad once, thought Margaret, lowering her head. But… it didn't last as long as we thought it would.

She looked up and immediately pushed those thoughts away as Felix came dragging a deprived Andy.

"Hey, Andy! I didn't think you'd come!"

"Well, what are friends for?" He replied, giving a thumbs up and a wobbly smile as if he was seconds away to a severe emotional breakdown. "Sorry I'm late."

"Oh, that's okay!"

"Anyway," Felix said, grabbing Margaret's hand as well and raising their hands up high. "It's time for us to have some fun!"

"Oh, that reminds me," Margaret raised her free hand as if wanting to ask a question. "You do remember last time, you two weren't able to defeat my high score at the balloon popping game, right? I don't want any of you to cry like little children over the fact that you still can't."

Felix gave an offended gasp, which made Andy brighten up. "Yeah right. Gloat while you can Margaret, we're going to absolutely destroy your high score, then you'll be the one weeping on the floor. Right, Andy?"

For the first time since ever, Andy smiled genuinely. "Yeah, your high score's not staying for long."

Margaret gave them a 'we'll-see' look, then stepped inside. "Alright then, don't keep your hopes up high. I might defeat your high score this very day."

Felix gave her a smirk. "Like that's ever gonna happen."

"Me defeating your high score or you defeating mine at all?"

That remark sent Andy chuckling.

Actually chuckled. The two stood there, glaring at him in astonishment. Then they immediatly looked away to avoid making it an even bigger moment than it already was.

"Okay, first things first: Ferris wheel." Margaret said, then grinned when the other two groaned.

"Why is it always the Ferris wheel with you?"

"Why is it always the log flute with you?"

"Because it's fun!"

"And I have the same answer." replied Margaret, happily walking away.

"Man. And she says I'm the lame one." Felix mumbled as he and Andy strolled behind her.

☁

They rode the wheel, then opted for the log flute - because Felix insisted- before sobering up over cotton candy. Andy immediately felt relived. Maybe hanging out with friends was what he needed after all.

"Alright, so what's next?"

"The apple bobbing one, or maybe the whack-a-mole!" Felix pointed, then let out a laugh when the other two gave him a glare. "Just kidding, man. I know you two hate those ones."

"Then how about the Hall of Mirrors?" Margaret pointed at the large tent.

"Dude, yes! We've got to go there." Felix chowed down the rest of his cotton candy in three to four bites, which was concerning and amazing at the same time. He then stood up impatiently. "Come on, guys!"

"Alright, alright." Margaret finished the rest of her sky blue cotton candy before putting the cone in the rubbish bin nearby.

"Uhm, I'm not really hungry, so I might take a while." Andy murmured.

"Then we'll just go with your cotton candy. Come on!" Felix got a head start on the tent while Margaret paced with Andy.

He looked down at his desert. Something, just something, was missing. Some vital element he forgot. What was it?

Sammy? No, not Sammy. He'd never forget him. Never.

Shaking his head, he turned at his right to look at the tents. And his heart skipped a beat when a nearby tent caught his eye.

It was cheery with a colourful setting of green and yellow. There were bright balloons bobbing around, and someone raised a toy gun and shot one.

He shrunk as the world skidded into a halt, and he recognized the tent almost immediately.

Sammy worked there. Needed a part time job, he said. It was the perfect one.

The perfect one.

For a moment, a brief moment, he felt as if he just left his body. Only to snap back and see that he was sitting on the ground with Margaret patting his cheek.

"Andy? Andy, jeez you gave me a start."

Has someone ever said those words before? It was him, wasn't it? He said that to him that very evening.

Right?

She helped him up. "Are you alright? We can leave if you want to-"

"No, no, I'm… I'm fine. A little hazy, that's all."

Margaret opened her mouth, then shut it. There was no point in asking when she knew. Despite numerous tents and rides, that particular one stood out from the rest to them, and it forever would. Not only with Margaret's high score, but with the memory of a friend who would always lighten the mood.

With her arm around his shoulders, they walked away. And she gave the tent a final glance.

[riftwalker-limbro]

verica's wings thoughts

things i've mentioned before, either in a ramblepost or in a fic:

the wings were originally part of her stage costume as a singer/dancer

her warframe appearance is very much based on this stage costume (and pule, before he knows that it is actually her, is disgusted by the audacity of some asshole researcher to build a warframe based on her after her disappearance)

want to make these more formal and this might get rambly so i'm gonna put a cut here

the original wings were movable, she had them rigged up to mimic the movements of the arm that wasn't holding the microphone.

she did not have input in what she was going to look like as a warframe due to the whole mild-enemy-of-the-state thing going on. the researchers who were in charge of octavia absolutely knew about her, named her after herself, and put the wings onto her without her permission. pule WAS right that the situation is Fucked Up but not for the reasons he thought. freaky parasocially-dysfunctional researchers are gonna, well, graft you some wings, i guess

the wings aren't functionally wings - earlier i think i might've mentioned that she'd be able to glide with them, incapable of powered flight due to their size, but i've been rotating warframe biological compositions and i think she's just too heavy now that she's made out of Actual Metal to even have passive flight. additionally, fragile vulnerable extra limbs for a war machine? helminth said no, actually, they're like mobile shields. the outside of the outermost primary is also stupid sharp, so altogether, they act like scales of a dragon that she can deploy both to protect herself and others and to quickly inflict harm on enemies surrounding her. if you say away from the sharp edge she's still very huggable though.

before she regained her memories, she's completely fine with this, i mean - it's just how she is, how she works, and they work fine in battle. two extra limbs, yay! but after she regains her memories and realises their exact origin, she feels... well, a little violated - that's two whole limbs which have always been fun in concept but she'd never asked for them. she didn't give permission for them. she likes them, but the way in which she'd acquired them initially sours the experience of having them a little bit - over time, she will heal in this, and they do eventually feel entirely like her own again

body-language-wise, thank you friend fashion show for giving me these words and inspiration, they act pretty much like a second set of human arms/shoulders except with so much less impulse control. bye bye poker face. drooping when sad, fluffing out when angry/feeling high-energy, reaching out with a wing instead of a hand for something, falling open when she's being honest/genuine, curling around someone she's protecting/sitting next to/hugging, whacking someone in the face when they're being annoying

[damelucyjo]

Buckle in, guys!

Episode 4 - Big Week

Cute sleepy Jamie 🥰

I love Phil & Brett together and want them together forever!

THE FUCKING HEAD TORCH!! 😂

Ooo we love to see a Phil bum 😏

Nate’s got his own place? Nice

Him knocking ‘Ted’ off the table, chuckling, then picking him back up is all we need to see where Nate is going

Sleepy Ted is a cute Ted

Fucking Sassy. If I close my eyes does that mean this didn’t happen?? 🫣

Yes, because we need another reminder of how good Ted is in bed 👀

Sassy! You do not tell this man you do not like his puns! That’s like telling him to his face you don’t like him. Just rude really

Does this man not take his top off for sexy time?? Or just get dressed again afterwards 🤔

I have many opinions about Sassy, but knowing he’s opening himself up and trying to just get that reaction is cruel. She’s a cruel woman

Eww. They did not kiss. Nope, didn’t happen 🫣 Brett, I will never forgive you for this

Also, I know we’ve not been in Ted’s bedroom much but it seems a lot bigger now?? Or is that just me?

Again, Phil and Brett are gold. Brett, you’re forgiven

Oh Jamie. Ew

YEEAAHHH!!

Girl, you are obsessed with your ex-husband. LET. IT. GO!

You look hot though so… as you were

Oop single players 👀 of course she asks about Sam 🥴

I FUCKING LOVE BARBARA 😍

‘Who’s Jack?’ Girlie can’t help herself with the gossip 😂

God, that shade of blue looks really good on Hannah 🔥

Does Keeley not know her boss’ name??

I love that you can’t tell if she’s being genuine or sarcastic 😂

Why are they explaining this to Leslie?? 😂

All that effort to not think of the most obvious question. Please never change boys!

I think them fighting like child siblings is my new favourite thing?? you just know Brett had the time of his life writing this stuff for himself 😂😂

👀 Higgins worried he’s gonna make them kiss 😂

Their reaction to the news Sassy stayed - perfect. Beards little shimmy dance is the best

I absolutely love how over the top these diamond dogs meeting calls are getting, and that they all have a position to be for them

THANK YOU BEARD FOR CALLING HIM OUT ON THE NATE STUFF 🫡 and straight up telling him he’s a mess. That’s a best friend right there!

Fucking co-dependence anonymous 😂

Roy wanting nothing to do with these meetings but listening from his office anyway. King, honestly

Calling him like a dog 😂 how many times did they have to do this before they could get it

Another ‘gay’ joke 🤦🏻‍♀️ but Uncle Trent sees you, Colin 👀

Okay, I actually really like Zava. I don’t know how it’s gonna play out, but I think he is good for the boys. Even if letting his kids name themselves is a bit whack-a-do 😂

Isaac in his pink trackies, looking all hot 🔥🔥

Oh no! The sign!! (But actually how can they not see that tear down the middle?? Do they just never look at it??)

Isaac thinking it was his hand though? Brilliant. And testing it on Jamie before image really thought it through 😂 I love you, bruv. Please never change

It is adorable though how attached they all are to the believe sign

Queen Jade is back!

Nathan making fun of people (that they have absolutely no idea about) but still having to backtrack and verify he meant nothing by it… hmm. I see you, Nate, you’re still in there

Jason Jelly 😂😂 thank you Jade

Dani’s oldest friend being a 108 year old names Javier is just precious. Protect this boy at all costs!

Oh Shandy 😔 please don’t let that ‘being the boss’ comment be foreshadowing for something. I really don’t know how I feel about you yet 🤔

The blurring of their faces, but still being extremely recognisable is genius

I absolutely love these boys, showing Zoreaux how accepting they are of him changing his name and just going with it (and of course Colin isn’t in the room to see 🤦🏻‍♀️)

Brett to be the one to write Keeley talking through how much Jamie has changed… 👀

Within the story this is upsetting footage to see Nate destroying the sign, but watching Nick fumble about was glorious

I love how Trent just fits into this group so effortlessly. Thank you, uncle Trent, for the footage 😎

‘Jane’s sister is in town’ OMG could you imagine! Now I kinda wanna see that 😂

Fuck you, Rupert. But hey Anthony Head 🔥😍

Nate also can’t help himself with the puns,,, interesting

Nick has done an amazing job portraying how conflicted Nate is. I do really feel for him. I may not have liked what happened, but I do understand it

Fucker Rupert reminding him to call him Mr Mannion 😡

All these texts are a fun thing to pause and read. Also it’s interesting to see who he has a contact photo for and who he doesn’t…

But Rebecca’s picture is the best

OMG IT’S REBECCA! TIME FOR A SOLO TED & REBECCA SCENE. I don’t think I’m ready 🫠

She’s so straight faced with her jokes. They’re perfect for one another 🥰

‘Of course you are. That’s why we get along’ that is the correct answer, wife of Ted. No hesitation at all

Her coming down to check on him under the guise of telling him she wants to win all because she had a conversation with Sassy and knew he wouldn’t be doing well 🥹 WIFE HER UP TED!!

O K L A H O M A 😳 triggered

Is it insensitive to use a word to get a man to speak, when that word was a tool taught to him by the guy who was his therapist and is now in a relationship with his ex-wife?? Just asking 👀

Of course he’s a progmess (why do I feel like I’ve heard that before🤔)

Thank you, Ted, for reminding her she doesn’t have to keep fighting that fucker. She’s not going to listen, but thank you for saying it 😂

Will fucking falling off the bus with the bags 😂 and the reporters reactions😂 I love this show!

She has to reapply her lip liner 👀 great call-back Mr Goldstein!

I kinda love Bex for making jokes about Rupert like that in front of Rebecca. She actually seemed surprised she did it, too

Keeley, babes, who the fuck puts in a tampon like that?! 😂😂

I also love this whole tampon talk was written by Brett

Omg that Nate reveal was hilarious

I really do feel for this poor boy. He’s so lost too 😔

Ooo Keeley 👀 I see you girly 👀

Them all having a different answer to the riddle 😂

Aww, poor Higgins 😂

I bloody love how all I’ve the place Barbra is. Katy is brilliant!

‘Barbra’s obsessed with Rebecca’ yeah, as am I. You’re not special! (But is she though? I don’t see it. Are you projecting, Shandy??)

And that line about wearing her skin as a suit 😳 I’m watching you, Shandy 👀

You do not cross Mae! How dare you wear that shit in her pub!!

🎵I’m forever blowing bubbles🎵 uh oh. As a Brit I think I’ve been conditioned to sing along. I can’t help it 😂

Ooo the coaching boys aren’t happy

Hannah’s best acting is seeming interested in football 😂 she needs awards just for that

I’m by no means a football expert. I’m only English and have it ingrained into my person! But Zoreaux is not a good goalie! He always comes so far out and they always get past him. Why haven’t they switched back to O’Brien yet?? Surely his butt still isn’t torn

Ooo she’s pissed 🥵

Another Ted & Rebecca scene 🥰 We’ve been spoilt!

Oh she is not doing well! 😂

‘I believe in you, Ted’ ‘And it’s intense’ 😂 we know these two have a time keeping it together so I’m gonna need to outtakes of this one😂

‘Off you pop’ there it is 😂 iykyk

They obviously said to Hannah do whatever you want as he walks away and I love that. She’s such a dork 🥰🥰

These boys have come so far. I’m so proud *wipes tear*

I actually love seeing them all so angry. You’d think ripping up that sign is purely against Ted, but he’s also shit on something they all truly believe in. Getting these boys to forgive him will be the hardest hurdle for him to overcome

Poor Ted. Nate really is all over the shop!

Aww, poor Rebecca 🥺 & Leslie’s ‘it’s okay’ 🥺 my little heart

I need to say it again; I love Barbra 😂

Oh Rupert, you naughty boy 🫣 very telling for Rebecca though, I think.

I love that Ted is also coaching Beard & Roy. They made a mistake that he knows that’ll learn from. No need to get angry 🤷🏻‍♀️ Better luck next time

What’s he gonna do with that footage?? 👀 who you showing, Ted??

Thank you reporter for calling Nate out for being a dick 👍🏼

Bones & Honey 👀

I actually like this version of Bex. She seems like she kinda stands up to him, making these jokes. But she can’t be blind to how he still is with his ex-wife. It’s very strange behaviour, my boy. Knock it off

YES! Tell him babes. Fuck him up!! Is he going to be worried? Me thinks not

Okay, Jack & Keeley are cute. Fuck off Shandy

Isn’t it the Bantr lot that Jack works with? That funded Keeley’s firm? Did you just really fuck up babes??

I do not like you, Shandy. I hope you don’t ruin things for my girl

Oh, so it’s Rupert in front of people then? Mr Mannion behind closed doors?? The mind games have already started Nate. I’m sorry friend

And he’s giving him some thy big he wants but wouldn’t get by himself. RUN NATE RUN!!

And he’s clocked him & his secretary 👀 will he tell him? Use it against him?? 👀

Nice drink call back to the gala 👍🏼

Sweet baby Jamie, ready and eager to work 🥰

That quote read out on TV is just like the Nanny McPhee quote I’ve had in my head about Zava - ‘When you need be, but do not want me, then I must stay. When you want me, but no longer need me, then I must go’ 😳

Why has Ted’s Lego got grey hair? What happened?? Did I not notice that before???

Well done, Ted, for having the necessary conversation with Michelle. Hopefully this can be the beginning of you actually talking to people about how you feel 🫡

He mentioned family 👀 interesting 👀 there’s a blonde looking for a family, I think 👀😂

Is she proud of him? Me too, babes

Grant 🥺🫡🥰

Woah, that one was a lot, huh! Another great one in the books. And I spy a certain ex named John credited to be in the next episode 🫣 so that should be fun!!

[ncityavenue]

𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙉𝘾𝙏 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙨

Very straightforward, it's not gonna be all of nct. Random selects I guess, it's gonna be members that come to the front of my mind if that makes sense🤞🏾

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JAEHYUN

Why do I feel like this my man's texting is dry💀like you tell him your plans for the week and hes just like "OK." And yall don't text for the next 4 hrs— STOP WHAT IS THIS SUDDEN JAEHYUN SLANDER😭😭 LOVE HIM THO🤞🏾

(Suggestive) you will know when he's in THE mood if you catch my drift, he texts more frantically and his sentences don't make sense as much ncjwbdhdbakm— you'd be like "are you okay?" And he's like "...I'm horny" and you're just like "okay well I'm at work so you gotta wait " NSIWBCCHSBWKMAO IM SORRY—

BRUH HIS LAUGH TEXT STYLE IS DEFINITELY "Lol", "lmfao", "💀". You genuinely don't know if you made him laugh unless you are on call with him and you hear that dad laugh😭

JOHNNY

He always greets you with a "good morning sexy😏" like sir....we have slobber all over our mouth, SEXY WHERE????

He texts you just to make you're notifications go outta whack, JUST FOR FUN😭

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA"

"Hi"

"Hi

"Hi"

"Hi"

"JOHNNY PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE."

"Hiii🤗💗💗💗"

"Fuck you"

YUTA

He's a "words of affirmation" texter, like in the morning he tells you "have a good day<333" or "you'll do great today<3"

I mean yuta is more of caller than texter bc he wants to hear your voice 🥰😍🤗🤗❤❤💗💗 awhhhh so cute 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

He's a sweet texter honestly, DONT TAKE HIM FOR GRANTED

TEN

"Hey dumbass, wanna go out with me and yang?"

I knowwww he accidentally switches the languages anytime he talks to you

He sends SO MANY photos throughout his day * if yall are together he sends...uhm— YEAH YOU GET THE POINT. Thirst trap Ten era🥱*

Crazy thing is you never know if it's actually ten texting you bc he let's his friends borrow his phone and then somehow you wind up talking to Xiaojun instead of Ten. HE SHOULD STOP LETTING PEOPLE JUST HAVE HIS PHONE😭

(Suggestive maybe) "So, I'm at Spencer's."

"Oh great! Have fun!"

"So what size dildo do you want? They have 6,8,9,and 12 inch:)

"...Why am I with you again?"

"JUST TELL ME😩"

"8 is a great start ig...."

" okay well I'm at the counter with the 12 inch anyway! See you later love you gorgeous🥰"

"I-..."

JENO

You never truly know what you're gonna get outta him, one day he'll be blowing up your notifications the next he'll be the driest mf ever (Jaehyun 2.0)

He sends memes, honestly all of Dream send memes. So it just runs through his veins

He mostly sends them (flirty memes) when you flirt with him and since he's not the best at flirting he sends one like "damn you lookin fine as hell" with like a a cute cat with sunglasses on😭😭(except that one time a czennie said he was cute and then he said they were cute as well on live and Mark was like :0)

There's been a unhealthy amount of times where he accidentally texts you random gibberish, and he's always like "my bad😊"

MARK

NOOOOOO😭😭 IM LAUGHING ALREADY THINKING ABT THIS, So he makes so many typos especially when you start to flirt HE JUST GOES BALLISTIC💀

"So wht shuld we do TodaY?"

"Omg mark are you asking me out😏😏"

"WA.KT WAT NO...AIM I??? WULD U SAY NO IF I WAS? WAIT HUH—"

"MARK PLEASE CALM DOWN IM JOKING😭"

"I'm sorry imsorryyou scared me I shoukds have asked how ur daiy wss sorry sorry!!!!"

"YOU'RE FINE BABY😭"

"Ba-...baby?"

"Yeah?"

"Uhm- okay sugar plum"

"...leave the pet names to me from now on.."

"IM TRYING😭"

If he keeps making errors in his text, he either calls you or sends a voice message💀 Save mark pls.

HAECHAN

He sends memes for EVER-Y-THING, there's never a moment where you're talking to haechan and he doesn't send a meme.

He his text laughs are "GOODBYE-", "LMFAOAOAOAOAO", "IM WHEEZING", "GOODNIGHTTTT"

"Die."

He sends hoe pics

Even if yall are just platonic he sends hoe-y pics and you're like "haechan, I'm at work." And he's like "exactly. Thoughts?" So you decide to fuck with him and you answer with "..why's there a lotion and sock behind you?" And haechan literally deletes the photo😭😭

" hiiiii🥰🥰🥰"

"No."

"C'mon let's talk for like 10 seconds"

"Okay fine"

"How's ur day so far🤗"

"1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10"

"..Die."

"byeeee see u later😍🤞🏾"

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I've been had this idea for awhile but I never wrote it bc I didn't know how to put my frantic thoughts into words- bitch I sound crazy uhm ANYWAYS BXIWVDUWKDOK😭😭

But I hope you liked this and this the end of The BGKSC [Black Girl Kpop Stan Chronicles] IDC IM MAKING IT A THING LEAVE ME BE😭😭😭 BYE BESTIE BOOS🤗❤❤

[galaxy-of-hair]

thinkin bout how nandor was very careful to not overstep the major boundaries between a servant and a master (employee and employer) until he was certain that guillermo was capable of saying no to him.

and like, not just capable but willing to. that if he didn't like what nandor was saying or doing, he'd say so. that he wouldn't just,

'yes, master.'

that he would,

'i let you live, i let you feel powerful (and i can take those things away just as easy).’

we know that nandor was a pretty brutal person and has done some severely whack and uncool things. i’m certain that among those things were abuses of power and coercing those who had to submit to his authority into doing things they would otherwise not do. (i’m not gonna elaborate on what those things might be, other than to say that they probably ranged from the banal and unremarkable to things that would need a trigger warning)

we also know that he’s always sort of lowkey working on himself and trying to be better than he was before. it seems very clear that he regrets a lot of the things he’s done. and if regret isn’t exactly the right word, then he certainly isn’t interested in a repeat performance of some of his greatest hits.

so that’s one layer, right? that’s one reason that jumps to mind. he recognizes now that certain things that may have been common place in his time are now considered to be pretty fucked up. and he even understands the mechanics of why they’re fucked up. and he tries to do better.

i also like to consider a more personal angle. so it’s pretty likely that he came from an important family. i don’t recall if he’s ever said how he became supreme viceroy, whether it was an appointed position or an inherited one, but either way he’d have had to be from a family of decent standing, i would imagine.

the kind of family in whose home servants were common place. i can’t help but wonder if maybe there was an incident -- or several -- where a child or teenaged nandor thought he had a friend, where in reality he had a servant. thinking he was close to someone, caring about them, thinking he was cared about in return.

until one day, he’s running through the servant’s quarters to the room where his friend sleeps with ten other people, excited to tell them about something or another, only to stop dead in his tracks a few feet from the door when he hears what’s being said inside. his best friend, his confidant, telling all their sweetest, quietest moments to an audience of other servants. all the soft, kind, vulnerable things he ever said, twisted up and mocked and met with derisive barks of laughter.

they all think it’s so funny. they all think he’s so pathetic.

he actually thinks you like him! the spoiled brat! you wouldn’t spend a second in the same room with him if you didn’t think you’d be whipped otherwise! how sad that he’s got no suitable companions, but to resort to pestering people who have no choice? that’s cruel! just because no one wants anything to do with him doesn’t mean he should take it out on you!

so he flees, face burning, and vows to never let another person make him feel that way again. he spends a lot of time in the stables after that, talking to the horses. they make for good company. they don’t mind listening.

maybe it happened a few more times over the years.

maybe that’s why he so enjoyed bonding with other soldiers, because for the first time in a long time he felt like they were equals in something: the code of the warrior. on the battlefield, there’s hierarchy and rank, yes, but a sword doesn’t care if you were born important, a shield doesn’t take into consideration your social standing. death doesn’t care how rich you are. but other soldiers do, and so he gets burned again, his sincerity mocked and thrown back in his face, unwanted.

and the pattern continues. he tries to gain genuine approval through victories, but the more power he gains, the worse it becomes, the more alienated he is. he’s never certain if people are kind to him because they have to be, if people praise his achievements because they are afraid of him. and the pattern continues.

it continues even with his wives. do they love him or are they frightened? do they cherish him or are they enamored of his power?

he gets his answer when his vampiric activities begin to jeopardize his position of power. the people he commands and the peasants he rules over are beginning to murmur and soon enough the writing is on the wall: the reign of nandor the relentless is nearly at a close. so his wives leave.

perhaps because they feel like he no longer has power to hold them where they don’t want to be, or perhaps simply because he no longer has power.

in any case, he’s wary of reading into the actions of someone who answers to him, whose job is to obey. for one thing, it hurts to realize that the friend you thought you had was just a mirage. but for another thing, what if?

what if there really was an affinity there? one that could become real if both parties were on an even playing field? to indulge in certain types of closeness before he could be certain they would treat each other as equals would be to sabotage any attempt at true companionship before it even had a chance to start. it would set messy precedents that would be hard to shake, and he’d always have the question in the back of his mind,

‘are you with me for me? or... ...or is being with me a price you pay?’

[nightowlfandom]

Kim Taehyung- Friends With....strings attached?

SO ANON ASKS!!

Hi pretty, I just found ur blog and I really love ur writings so I want to request a oneshot from ur last prompt list

If u want can u please make a fluff oneshot with taehyung with the numbers 7,21,24,27,89 when tae and yn are best friends but like with benefits(no sexually) I mean they act like couple they kiss, go on dates... and Tae is tired of that and want to make things official.

I hope j accept my request if u accept it please let me know.

Thank you lovely I love u 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️❤❤

Awww, so sweet! And I love this! Let’s get into it!

7-  If anyone even THINKS about touching you, I’ll kick their asses!

21-  Let’s cuddle and I’ll stroke your hair, okay?  

24-  We can’t be just friends…I’m too in love with you.

27-   I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day.

89- Be mine?…I’m gonna keep asking until you say yes!

CHECK OUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!

X RATED PROMPT LIST| NON X RATED PROMPT LIST

HI I WASN’T GONNA POST TODAY BUT I FELT SO BAD HFJRIOERHFTIOHRE

Leggo!

...

“Are you two dating?”

“You two are together right?”

“Wait you guys are just friends?”

If it had anything to do with your friendship with Taehyung, you’ve heard it all. Every single one. From snide comments to genuine curiosity.

 A long time ago, you had just gotten out of a horrible relationship. You had met Tae after he had suffered a very public breakup too. To say you two had bonded over your pain was an understatement. In what started as a tearful and drunken conversation had turned into a fit of giggles and guffaws. 

You both had forgotten the named of those who had broken you and ever since then you both had become the light of each other’s life. All of that sounded like he was your boyfriend, didn’t it.

Well he wasn’t. Taehyung was perhaps your best guy friend- No...not even. He was your ONLY best friend on planet Earth. The way you saw it. He was like a boyfriend without the boyfriend title. 

...

“You have a date?” you raised an eyebrow as Tae who was busy spraying himself with YOUR perfume. “I thought it was bestie date night?”

“Correction! WE have a double date! She has a friend and he’s just your type.” he threw a dress at you, practically whacking you in the face. “Put this on.”

“This is our clubbing dress!” you raised an eyebrow. “I only wear this when we go out dancing!”

“Well now you’re wearing it to dinner.” he rolled his eyes. “Come on Y/N, just do this for me. We can’t be sad and single together forever.” he glowered.

Well maybe if he MADE A MOVE-....God why did you even try anymore. It was like beating a dead horse. 

“I’m not the sad one here.” you got undressed. Yeah, you got naked in front of him. He did the same. “The things I do for you.” you seethed, slipping the form fitting attire. 

“Y/N this girl could really be the one.” he sighed. “She’s special.”

“I thought I was special.” you grumbled. 

“Of course you are.” you felt his presence behind you. Taehyung helped you zip up your dress. “Too special.” he sighed. 

Was he only going on this date in an attempt to get over you, yes. You didn’t need to know that though. 

“Which is why I’m doing this for you.” you sighed, turning towards him. It was only then you realized how close he was. His hand rested on your hip as his eyes bore into yours. You almost wanted to lean in...but you couldn’t

 ‘W-we should um....get going.” stepped back.

“Right...” he whispered.

... (Hours later)

To say Taehyung was pissed off was an understatement. One minute you had gotten up to go the bathroom and ten minutes later you were walking out and he had pulled you from your spot to the car.

“Taehyung! What happened?!”

“Uhhh...” Taehyung stopped in place, wondering where to start. “Would you believe me if I said that  I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day and that I just wanted us to have a movie night?”

“Taehyung.” you warned.

(Flashback)

“I have to go to the bathroom” you announced, rising to your feet. “Be right back!”

“Don’t be surprised if your friend pork goes missing.” Taehyung said, making you rolls your eyes. 

“Don’t!!” you whined. “I swear if you touch it-” you grabbed your purse. “It’d better all be there when I come back.” you warned.

As you left, Taehyung’s date burst out laughing. Taehyung turned his sights on her sending her a slight smile. He was initially under the impression that you were so adorable like he had told her you were.

“That’s the girl you rave about?” she scoffed. “Taehyung, she’s utterly repulsive.” she rolled her eyes.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I thought you said she was my friend’s type. I think you missed in the looks department...”

“Hana, be nice.” Dylan (your date) warned. 

“Look at her!” she ignored her friend and Taehyung’s slowly growing agitation. “Who would ever take someone like her seriously.”

“I would.” Taehyung snapped. “She’s the best.”

“Oh trust me. With the way you talked about her, I expected Miss Universe to walk in...I’m underwhelmed.”

Taehyung felt his fist clench.

“If we’re gonna work, she can’t be around me.”

“Cuz she’s prettier than you?” Taehyung snapped.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Taehyung stood up.

“She’s smarter, prettier, kinder, and more driven than you’ll ever be.” Taehyung repeated himself. “You’re the product of a failed girl group and Y/N is taking on the world with her elegance. You WISH you were half as amazing as she was. No one talks about my Y/N like that...you hear me!?”

“Hey man, take it easy!” Dylan tried to intervene.

“If you think you’re good enough for my Y/N, I’ll break your fucking nose.” he turned his rage to the moron who wore a striped tee-shirt with a crumpled blazer. “She wore her best dress tonight and all you could muster up was your dad’s oversized suit jacket, pathetic.” he snarled.

...

But he couldn’t say that.

“So she dumped you?”

Taehyung had just finished lying his ass off to you. Something about her eyeing the waiter all night.

“Yeah, sure.” he shrugged.

“Awhh I’m sorry Taehyingie~” you hugged him. “I know how important she was to you.”

“Whatever. We can watch a movie or something.  Let’s cuddle and I’ll stroke your hair, okay?” He stammered with a shy smile. 

“BESTIE DATE NIGHT!” you declared. “I get to choose the movie!”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way...” he smiled as you began cheering.

A few more hours later, you and Taehyung were a mess of limbs in a cuddle pile in your living room. You laid on his chest while he played with your hair. 

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Do you ever think that maybe...we’d be good together?”

Before you could answer, your phone buzzed. You looked to see someone had sent you a voice memo from a number you didn’t recognize.

“Weird.” you raised an eyebrow, sitting up.

“Okay so I know what I said seems bad...but I just had to find out in my suspicions were correct.” You recognized Hana’s voice. “I just had to know if he cared about you more than he let on....”

“Oh shit.” Taehyung realized how much trouble he was in. “Y/N babe! Let’s go watch another”

“ She’s smarter, prettier, kinder, and more driven than you’ll ever be. ”

“ No one talks about my Y/N like that...you hear me!? “

‘‘This was my favorite part.” Hana laughed in the voice recording.

“ She wore her best dress tonight and all you could muster up was your dad’s oversized suit jacket, pathetic. “ the recording didn’t even sound like him, but you knew that inflection of his voice anywhere.

“I had my suspicions because he spoke about you like you were the world...who am I to come between what you two have.”

“Oh she’s goooood.” Taehyung whispered as you stood up.

“Taehyung?” you looked at him, expecting him to explain. “What are you-...What was this about?”

“When you left for the bathroom, she started talking shit about you. I thought she was serious so I...may or may not have lost my composure a bit.”

What? Wait...WHAT?

“You’re kidding right?” you raised an eyebrow. “You mean to tell me this chick said something she thought would make you mad and you being a moron...fell for it.”

“It kinda sounds silly-”

“It is...and I don’t believe it.” you rolled your eyes. “You expect me to believe you care about me that much.” you shook your head. “Stick to singing because comedy is not your forte”

“What? Y/N!” Taehyung followed you into the bedroom where you had stormed off. “What’s so hard to believe about that?”

“EVERYTHING!” you turned to face him. “You can’t say things like that and expect everything to be normal!”

“What do you mean?” he rose his voice to the same octave you did. “Y/N we go on dates, we’ve pretended to kiss to get peopel to leave us alone, WE’VE TAKEN SHOWERS TOGETHER.”

“Thank you for reminding me that I’m basically a girlfriend without the title!” 

“THEN LET ME GIVE YOU THE TITLE!” he blurted before promptly slapping a hand over his mouth,

“....What?”

“...Fine I’ll say it.” He lowered his hands. “ We can’t be just friends…I’m too in love with you. “ he confessed. “I’ve been in love with you for months...years even.”

“You’re lying.”

“Y/N I don’t lie...ever.” he glowered. “I didn’t want to ruin what we had, a-and I didn’t think you’d ever love me back. Then tonight when she said those things...I felt...I felt so powerless.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Let’s make it official.” he came out with it. “Like right now?”

“Right now?!” you laughed through the happy tears forming in your eyes.

“Right now.” he repeated, mirroring your actions. “ Be mine?…I’m gonna keep asking until you say yes! “ 

“Taehyung-”

“I love you Y/N!”

“Come on-”

“I love you Y/N.”

....(Over the next couple of days)

“I love you Y/N!” you watched him on an interview show.

“I love you Y/N.” he would snapchat you every day.

“I love you Y/N!” he posted under every instagram caption under every picture he posted. Did it become a trending hashtag all over the world? Yes. Along with #bewithtaehyung and #Y/Nandtaehying don’t forget #Taehyungbelike...and every single post was a fancam of him declaring his love for you.

You decided to take your answer to social media.

“OKAY ALRIGHT!” you shouted over the video. “NO MORE, OKAY!...I accept your proposal, just enough with the fancams.” you laughed.

Within the first 20 minutes of the video being posted, Taehyung was at your door...with a bundle of 200 roses.

“One for every time I’ve said it.” he declared. You noticed there was a card sticking out.

“Dear Y/N...I’ll be the best boyfriend ever... If anyone even THINKS about touching you, I’ll kick their asses! “ you read. “Is this gonna be a thing?”

“Of course! All that’s next is a rose for every minute I’ve loved you.”

[lonely-lost-soul]

Under the Floorboards pt. II

Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III

(Technoblade x reader)

Technoblade had told you to wait so that’s exactly what you planned on doing. You didn’t move from your spot by the door, even as Techno chased Tommy around his home. They were shouting the entire time arguing about things like whose house this was and how Tommy was a raccoon for stealing his stuff.

Eventually, the two settled down and all three of you sat by the fire, Techno stood awkwardly next to you before you patted the spot on the couch beside you. He looked relieved and sat by your side, Technoblade tentatively put a hand on your knee and squeezed it tenderly.

“I guess I owe you an explanation...for that thing.” He motioned to Tommy who made a baffled noise of protest, assumingly insulted by being referred to as a ‘thing.’

“Please.” You nodded at him and he looked at you with a downcast expression. Technoblade cleared his throat before taking a deep breath, he began to retell his tale for you. He started way back, like all the way back to when orphans killed his parents back. He talked about the voices and assured you that they never would tell him to hurt you, or anything of the sort. You frowned a little and reassured the half pigman that you didn’t assume that was the case and that you didn’t think any different of him because of the voices. If Tommy wasn’t in the room you think Techno might’ve gotten a little choked up, if his glassy eyes had anything to say about how he felt.

As he got deeper into the story he shared about the two fallings of L’manburg the first one under the dictatorship of a goatman named Schlatt, and the other due to their other ‘brother,’ Wilbur blowing it sky high. You were also informed Wilbur was still wandering the world as a ghost who was now dubbed Ghostbur.

Tommy would interrupt every so often and put his two sense into the story. Many of his interjections included how horrible your boyfriend was for betraying them so many times and how he only wanted chaos. He also made it very clear how utterly shocked he was that you’ve never heard of their country or it’s rich history.

Now, it was no shock to you that Technoblade hated the government. That was never a secret he tried to hide. He always made it very clear he had a distaste for them and their ideas, and overtime you couldn’t help but agree with him especially now, after hearing his story. Tommy seemed to grow increasingly uncomfortable as Technoblade talked about the festival; you watched the boy wither a little seeing how passionate Techno was about slaughtering all his friends. He talked a bit more in depth about Schlatts death, the ultimate betrayal by the revolutionary leader Wilbur, and how Technoblade was furious they would dare try to start a new form of government right in front of him. He looked like he had more to say about that part of the story but wasn’t to keen on sharing it with Tommy, you guessed he probably felt betrayed by the ones he considered friends. You would feel that way at least considering he was honest with them about his ideals from the very beginning of the war.

“Then I ran away to retire, and I met you.” Technoblade sighed, his shoulders sagging. “I never meant to...be with you romantically. A trade partner sure, I never thought I’d have the time for anything romantic. Didn’t even know I was capable but...god- I’m so glad I met you-“

“Simp!” Tommy shouted pointing an accusing finger at Techno who glared at him.

“Don’t you have a tower to build!”

“Is that permission I hear?” Tommy sang happily jumping up from his seat by the fire. Technoblade made an horrified face but you squeezed his hand that was on your knee. Almost as if to say let him go we need to talk, his eyes widened a little as he stared at you. He didn’t say anything as he watched Tommy run out the door with a wicked smile on his lips. Technoblade swallowed a little and grabbed your hand with both of his,

“He’s gonna ruin our real estate value Princess.” A wonky smile spread across his face as he did his best to crack a joke.

“As if we’d ever sell this place. It’s your retirement home old man.”

“Charming.”

You chuckled softly hiding a small smile behind your hand, and watched as a genuine one spread across his face as well. You lifted his callused knuckles to your lips and kissed them tenderly,

“Bubs…” Your voice was tender and adoring “I love you.” Techno’s entire face went cherry red, you both never uttered I love you’s before, you could tell he was having a crisis. You could only imagine what the voices were telling him to do or say.

Specifically: ‘SAY IT BACK, YOU’RE A SIMP, I LOVE YOU TOO, GOD THE CONFIDENCE,THAT’S SO HOT.’

Instead your lovely boyfriend went, “Ha. Cringe.”

The look you gave Technoblade was scathing. “Try again.” You growled your eyes narrowed into slits.

“I love you too. I mean obviously.” Technoblade cleared his throat pulling his hands away to awkwardly punch you in the shoulder. This time satisfied with his answer you moved forward and grabbed the chains of his cape pulling him close. You pressed your lips to his and he made a surprise noise before kissing you back, his hands fell on your lower back and he pulled you closer. You smiled into the kiss before pulling back and poking him on the nose, “oh also I was executed today.”

“YOU WERE WHAT!?” Technoblade flinched and shushed you with his finger.

“It’s okay, I’m alive see.” Your hand was placed on his chest in a matter of moments, you felt his heart beating steadily under your hand, “Technoblade never dies baby.~”

“I hate you. That ever happens again you call me. I’ll kill them for you.” You huffed holding his cheeks between your palms, he only nodded a love struck look falling across his face,

“You’re so cute when you talk about slaughtering our enemies.” He gave a chuckle brushing your hair behind your ear, your smile only widened. You kissed him again before you glanced out the window only to see Tommy trying to build the base of a cobblestone tower,

“So… Tommy huh? Is he staying with us?”

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah. I think so, he seems…lost and lonely.” You frowned, sadly biting your lower lip, “he’s my son now.” The face Technoblade made was priceless; it was a perfect mix of anger and disgust.

“Never say that in my presence ever again.”

“Fine, fine.” You turned to smile back at him, “anything else you need to share with me?” He looked thoughtful for a moment before standing on his own two feet, he held his hand out to you. You took it without hesitation and he pulled you too your feet, he kissed your cheek softly before grabbing a button out of his ender chest.

“First we have wrangle Tommy princess, think you can handle that?”

“Sure I can.” You smiled as you both walked outside, “HEY! Tommy come here for a minute!”

“Sure thing Ms Blade!” He shouted back loudly and Technoblade made a baffled sound that sounded like, ‘EHHH.’

“How come he listens to you!?”

“I guess he just likes me better.”

“Cringe.”

“Fuck off.” You scoffed as Tommy ran up to the both of you, “Techno has something else he’d like to share with us.” Tommy groaned loudly,

“Not more sharing.”

“It’s more like showing you something. You’re so ungrateful.” Technoblade hissed pulling Tommy along as you trailed a little ways behind them your sword bouncing on your hip. Eventually the three of you ended up in front of a stone wall, you and Tommy both looked a little confused.

“Bubs I love you but this is a wall.”

“BUBS.” Tommy wheezed and you shot him a look whacking him in the arm, as Technoblades face went bright red. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” He cleared his throat “Do go on.”

Technoblade grumbled under his breath for a moment before clearing his throat and straightening his posture. His speech giving posture, is what you noticed. Tommy seemed to take it in an entirely different way though,

“You’re not gonna kill me are you?”

“What- no! Tommy if I was gonna kill you don’t you think I would’ve done it by now?” Techno scoffed placing the button on the wall, you tilted your head to the side curiously. He motioned to the button and Tommy looked at him hesitantly before pressing it, loud whirring was heard as the stone walls were pulled down from the mountain. You and Tommy’s jaws both dropped down onto the floor, Techno entered and grinned enthusiastically. “WELCOME HOME THESEUS!” He tossed his hands in the air with a dazzling flourish you ran inside the bunker and turned to smile at Tommy who was shrieking loudly behind you. Technoblade slung an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him, he smiled down at you excitedly.

“This is going to be the start of a wonderful partnership.”

~~~

Thank you for reading! Lemme know your feedback and maybe I’ll do a pt. III??? 👀 Stay safe! ❤️

[causticsunshine]

LTWT PORTLAND NIGHT TWO RECAP

(i was going to make a video update so i could just my ramblings out but tumblr didn't like that so i'm mostly just transcribing what i said in my last Attempt at a video recap here, and second i'll go through my pics and post some after i get some sleep!)

SO portland night two was..... i'm gonna say we truly won so far, okay?? the energy was just so on, like, i don't even know how else to describe it. it was a goofy, fun time without sacrificing any of the hard work or performance—like the band came out in onesies from what i'm assuming was a lost bet, there was cereal eating, a handstand, push ups, oli (with maracas??), and sun room dancing and jumping around with louis during kill my mind, fun little comments and anecdotes from louis... it was just such a great show and a great time and i'm so so thankful it went as well as it did!

(we also saw oli go run off somewhere while we were waiting in line? idk where he went but it took all of us by surprise lmao)

now let's talk louis: my man came out 20 minutes after expected in the outfit equivalent of a 'fifteen minutes late with coffee'—like the perpetually cold british man was wearing shorts in portland in march, when i, who have lived here for 9 years and never acclimated, was freezing my ass off before and after the show??—and gave me heart palpitations?? yes now i'm eagerly waiting for a tanktop thank you sir and no one better take this weirdly, but that man is truly a short king.... like he's still got a little height on me and harry was shorter than i thought too (like he's only 6 ft without heels on and he's often times wearing heels?), but still... that is my short king.

his energy was amazing; he was smiling and moving around nonstop, he was playing rock paper scissors and pointing out signs, he was looking at our section—his left side balcony—quite a lot like 2/3 of the show and his note changes? *chef's kiss* just immaculate. beautiful stunning gorgeous talented show-stopping incredible etc. etc.

aaaand from my pov, we could both see and hear well so my pictures and videos actually turned out decently for once, AND while i didn't get a big reaction for my sign—which i should've held up earlier and maybe not upside down for three minutes rip when he was paying a little more attention to our side—i did get a tiny smirk and some eye contact, AND earlier in the show i made a big hand heart for him fully not expecting to be seen, but he saw me!! he was standing directly diagonal to me and stopped bouncing around when he did, then made full eye contact, smiled, pointed and nodded right at me!! and i have witnesses to support my claims!!

usually some eye contact or whatever isn't something i get really into caring about BUT some really obnoxious people were standing behind us at the show tonight, like, complaining about people being 'in their seats' when i'm pretty sure they just sold 'assigned' seats so balcony wouldn't be oversold, and how they were going to 'talk to venue management' about it like a bunch of entitled, middle aged white women—to start! because then they kept trying to get louis' attention by constantly flipping him off and shit—constantly whacking my friend in the back of the head in the process too!—so when they were like 'omg he saw us!!' when i got my little moment... sorry but nah bitch, that shit was for me and me alone because i wasn't being rude or obnoxious, and i have witnesses so <3 sorry for you!

but yeah just, genuinely an overall amazing show. it was incredible to finally be able to see louis live and see him in such good spirits having what seemed to be such a genuinely great time and giving it his all. i feel truly so lucky i got to catch him tonight and got to take part in such a fantastic show, i honestly cannot wait to see him again and i hope he's feeling good and getting some much needed rest rn <3

mister tomlinson i truly look forward to the day we get to reminisce on this moment while i'm making merch for you in the hopeful near future

[myhumanweakness]

I don’t want to be a huge asshole, but...

There are a lot of people trying to find a modicum of positivity in the finale. It’s not about this Destiel-Bibro war that’s happened over the years, it’s not about Cas, it’s not about any of the superficial drama. This finale was the weirdest mixture of OOC and in character writing I have ever seen. 

Things that are in character: 

The brothers put each other first. They are each other’s safe place and stability. Up until the very end. Sam respected Dean’s wishes, stayed with him in his last moments, and let him go gracefully. Sam even went on and had a full life so Dean’s sacrifices weren’t in vain. 

For Dean, Heaven wasn’t perfect without Sam there. And he had this huge sense of relief and happiness when Sam arrived. 

Jack deconstructed the walls of Heaven so that it was a vast place where everyone could be together. They weren’t living out their “best memories” anymore. They were creating new memories eternally with each other. And Bobby recognizing that Jack is like Dean’s son by saying, “That boy of yours...” 

Cas helped build the Heaven that he always dreamed of. Cas always had such a high standard for Heaven, and it always fell short. He helped Jack build a home that was warm and comforting and beautiful and open and loving and true. Everything Cas stood for. 

Bobby, the man Dean adopted as his father, was there to share a beer with him (just like Dean shared with his dad in his childhood). And Bobby was happy and confirmed that Dean is in a Heaven he deserves. 

Sam mourning Dean’s death for the rest of his life, but also living his life to honor Dean. Classic Sam. 

Dean using his last moments to tell Sam how much he loves him and how proud he is. Sam deserved to hear that because we all know Sam looked at Dean as a parental figure. 

Things that are OOC:

Sam not marrying Eileen. The show created this HUGE story arc around Sam and Eileen and their real love and connection. And then they shoot this finale and couldn’t even get an actress that looked like Eileen to stand it the blurry background. Like, I don’t care what you say, it’s NOT open to interpretation. Sam did not end up with Eileen. All of you people who are Sam stans, who say you want your character to be happy and live a full life should be livid. Sam ending up with Eileen wouldn’t have canceled out the fact that Dean was/is his number one person. Dean gave his blessing for Eileen, and he loved her and welcomed her into their lives because he knew Sam loved her and had a genuine connection with her. Having them together would not have ruined the ending in any way. Sam still could have ended up with Dean on that bridge. 

That woman with the blonde/light brown hair is NOT Eileen. They couldn’t even get an actress with dark brown hair to keep hope alive that they ended up together. Absolutely awful. 

Dean just accepting Cas’ death and not even talking about it, other than to say, “Yeah I think about em’ too.” I don’t care if you don’t believe in Destiel or that the love was reciprocated. Dean EXCLUSIVELY said multiple times that Cas is a member of their family and a brother to the boys. He said the words, “YOU”RE MY BEST FRIEND.” I’m not saying Dean should have scarified himself to go pull Cas out of the Empty (because we had 40 minutes to wrap up 15 years). But the fact that Dean was like: I’m gonna eat some pie and just not acknowledge any feelings or thoughts and act like nothing ever happened is SO OOC. If your best friend died tragically, you’d have something to say about it or act like you had something to say about it. And that’s not to say I wanted Dean to be miserable and hurting. I’m happy he got a dog and found some normalcy. But they lost SO many people, and he’s just walking around cool as a cucumber? When every other season/episode where they lost someone important to Dean he was a mess. And I’m not just talking about Cas- we all obviously know how Dean behaved when Cas died/was missing/Lucifer was controlling him. But even when Jo and Ellen died. Even when Mary died. Even when Bobby died. Even when John died. Even when Crowley died. Even when Jack died, Dean was shown hurting. Suddenly everything is cool and normal there’s no pain or anything? The fuck? A brief moment of acknowledgement. That’s all it needed.

I will never forgive the writers for ending Dean’s story that way. A rusty nail impaling him (probably in his pulmonary arteries/aorta based on the angle) on some random hunt after he finally exhaled the episode before and said, “We’re finally free.” He sacrificed his ENTIRE childhood and life for his brother and the world and so many other people, and he didn't even get to enjoy being a human on the Earth and living a life for more than a week. What! Dean was always a character filled with tragedy, and yeah, maybe he did have to die. You can make that argument. But like that?! AND. AND! Sam held a funeral for Dean and DIDN’T INVITE ANYONE! What!!! No one was there to toast to Dean and share their memories and give him the send-off he deserved. Sam just burned his body alone. Never. That would have NEVER happened. Sam loved Dean SO much and looked up to him and thought the world of him. Dean was his big brother who was fearless and strong and the best hunter on this Earth (and probably every other planet), and he didn’t celebrate his life in the end? 

Cas not showing up in Heaven is absolutely insane. INSANE. It doesn’t matter what you think of their relationship, the show has proven that Cas is important to Dean (even if you think Cas is way at the bottom of the list, he’s on it!). Dean’s ideal retirement/endgame was him, Sam, and Cas on a beach, drinking cocktails, with hula girls. That was the future Dean wanted for him and his family. And you’re telling me that Cas helped Jack build the best version of Heaven possible, and the minute Dean Winchester arrived Cas wasn’t there to greet him. Even just to say “Hello, Dean.” Even call Dean’s phone and say, “Welcome home.” Cas would have been the one greeting Dean in Heaven, with Bobby. Requited or not, it’s canon that Cas is in love with Dean. You don’t just ignore the opportunity to see the person you’re in love with. And... and! Even if Cas didn’t greet Dean in Heaven immediately, he would have appeared in the Impala during the drive. He would have met the brothers on the bridge to welcome them both home. Cas loved Sam too. He would have been there. The three boys together again. Team Free Will!  

I love Cas, and I know a lot of Cas stans feel buried and betrayed and hurt over the show doing a “is he there or isn’t he?” thing. And that is completely valid. I can’t even express to you how sorry I am that so many of us in the fandom are hurting. But I know this show. And this show has always made it clear that it was/is always about two brothers. Fine. But Dean Winchester, the most caring and loving human in the entire universe, deserved better. I am so sick to my stomach that Dean’s whole life was him convinced that there was only one way for his story to end and it was him dying tragically. For years he never let himself even entertain the thought of living a life because he 1) didn’t think he deserved that or was worth it 2) it just wasn’t in the cards. We watched Dean grow so much, SO MUCH, that we finally saw him talking about the future and having hope for the future. And yeah, maybe he wouldn’t get the future he talked about with the retirement on the beach, but he would have lived long enough to experience life outside of just “playing whack-a-mole” and being God’s favorite story and puppet. Dean didn’t even get to enjoy his freedom and humanity. They took a character that they purposefully pushed through so many stages of character development to attain hope and faith and self-worth and promise, and killed him. 

What the fuck!