#and i was like yeah i have peeves in fics but i feel like this could be really discouraging to someone whos just starting to write

[sanchoyo]

anytime I have to scroll thru a big fandom on ao3 there’s always dozens of chat fics and it makes me sad bc 9 times out of 10 they don’t have plots or are too ooc for me to want to read and it sucks bc I feel like the concept of an epistolary story told with only text messages is so fun!! Accounting for the diff ways characters would type/use emojis/emotes, how fast they would respond (if they have time stamps in the story) who’s getting left on read, trying to extrapolate what’s going on behind the texts, how a plot could progress in a text only format… it has so much potential yet usually it’s only lolrandom type meme stories which don’t scratch that itch for me 😔

[some-pers0n]

I'm my villain era. The next time somebody posts something saying something self-degrading like "oh im so bad at art i should just give up" to fish for pity compliments and attention I'll reply and say "yes you should"

[dappio]

I have a love-hate relationships with polls now cause I feel like people are using it as easy form of lowkey bullying now, by making polls like “what this thing you hate people do?” for something like a simple hobby, or fandom opinion

[naturesapphic]

Idk if u saw the interview of the hot chicken wings with billies but Can u write a fic with Billie and un doing this interview!! And like billie letting yn win bc she loves seeing yn happy! (I don’t know if u should do it with little yn or « big » yn so u decide!!!!)

Hot Ones: Versus

Billie eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: cussing, fluff, Billie being a little simp for her girl

Word count: 1,967

“You spin it baby. You’ve been wanting to.” Billie said with a teasing smile on her face. I leaned over to spin the hot sauce bottle and it lands on Billie. “You go first bils!” You said excitedly as Billie smiles at your cuteness. “Yep it’s my turn. Go ahead and hit me with it mamas.” Billie said confidently. “As a songwriter there’s a constant need to document your innermost thoughts and feelings. Read your last notes app entry out loud.” I ask and Billie smiles as she pulls her phone out of her baggy pants. “Ruh roh.” She sings out in a funny voice you love so much.

Billie starts to go through her phone and lets out her loud laugh that always makes you giggle. “Y’all it’s a quote from my dad.” Billie says and keeps laughing. “I was talking to my friend nat the other day and nat said you literally have the most beautiful eyes I’ve seen except for maybe your dad.” Billie explains and you agree with her. “Your mom has really beautiful eyes too.” You said and Billie agrees with you. “100%. Most beautiful eyes ever for two parents. Anyway I was telling my dad this and he goes your mom said I have bird eyes.” She said while sticking her pointed finger up making you laugh. “Then he said and that I look like a baby Dinosaur.” Billie giggles out and you kept laughing, almost losing your breath.

You looked over to see Maggie laughing and agreeing with Billie. Billie looked over and saw her mom agreeing and Billie points to her “she’s like yep. She’s like yeah.” Billie says as she looks back over to you. “Okay my turn!” Your girlfriend says excitedly as she picks up one of the cards and starts reading. “Can you guess one of the pet peeve’s Billie has of you.” She said out loud and you looked at her shocked. “I didn’t know you had pet peeves over me!” You said gasping dramatically as Billie looks around nervously. “Uhhh not really but there’s this one this you do that I absolutely hate and it’s because finneas does this too.” She explains and you immediately knew what she was talking about. “Me and finneas will put our feet up on stuff a lot.” You said and Billie nods as she giggles.

“A lot of the time finneas is barefoot while you usually have your socks on. Sometimes y’all will wear your gross shoes and have y’all’s feet up still.” Billie explained and went ahead and moved some of the food away so she could prop her feet up to show everyone how y’all do it. “And my face is like right there.” She laughs out and puts her feet down. It was now round two and it was your turn now to ask her another question. “In addition to being a Grammy award winning singer, you’re also a style icon. Rate these classic billie eilish fits on a scale of 1 to 10.” You read out and Billie groans as you gather the pictures together. “Jeez…” she mutters to herself.

“We’re gonna give that like a three.” She said about the camo outfit. “I had the idea, the idea was there. I had grey sweatpants on, I had a camouflage vest. It really doesn’t look good on though.” Billie explained and you gave her a pout. “I thought it looked amazing on you bils!” You said and Billie felt her cheeks heat up at your compliment. “This is cute!” You say as you pull up the next picture that was of Billie wearing a sailor moon outfit. “That was cute. I give it like a 7/8. All things anime is like the coolest shit ever. I feel like anytime I have a shirt that has any sort of anime character on it, it’s the coolest shirt I own.” Billie explains and you nod your head in agreement. You put up the next picture and the both of you ooh at it.

“This was a person whose shit did not stink.” Billie said while you gave her a confused look. “Well she thought her shit did not stink.” She corrected as you smiled at her. “I remember walking around this specific event being just like I am absolutely the sickest person in the world.” She said as she told the story of the photo. This time billie went over and picked up the next one which was her “assassin’s creed” outfit she wore. “Oh look it’s the assassin’s creed look!” You said while giggling. “It’s kind of hard. I feel like that’s an eight. This is so embarrassing.” She said as she looks around the room.

“Now it’s my turn to ask you. What’s the worst celebrity you’ve ever met?” Billie asked and you sat there quietly for a while, trying to think of an answer because you didn’t want to eat the hot wing. “I’m trying not to punch down.” You said not really thinking and Billie laughed. “Try not to punch down did you say?” She said confused. “Yeah I could punch way down.” You said giggling and the two of you laughed. You whined a bit as you couldn’t come up with an answer so you take a bite of your chicken wing. “Whew…that’s hot…but it’s really yummy. It’s probably because I’m hungry as fuck.” You said while wincing slightly. “Same.” Billie agreed as you picked up a card to ask her a question. “Couple test. I’m going to write down my answer and you have to guess my response. Guess wrong and eat a death wing.” You said dramatically.

“What is my favorite song of yours baby?” You ask and she makes a thinking face as she starts to write down her answer but then stops and then goes back to writing again. “Do you have it?” You asked and she nodded as she picks up her board and shows you her answer. “Nope that’s not it baby. But that one is one of my favs but it’s y/f/b/s (your favorite Billie song).” You replied and Billie lets out an ohhhhh. “That’s a great answer babygirl.” She says and you feel your cheeks become redder and it wasn’t because of the chicken. “I wanna eat a wing” Billie said in her baby voice she does and you coo at her. “Well you did get the answer wrong sooooo…take a biteee babyyy.” You said smiling as she gets excited to eat it.

She takes a decent bite and makes a mmm noise. “This is fire.” She says and you laugh loudly as she enjoys it. One of the people behind the camera asked if the spice was kicking in yet for her. “I think so. It’s getting a little hard to think.” Billie states and does a little smile and burps which makes you chuckle at her behavior. “You’ve never been shy about giving credit to your early musical influences. Now that your heroes have become your peers. Rank these artists from most to least talented.” You ask and gave her a shocked expression to which she matched that expression with you.

“Ooh….who?” She asked you and you grimaced at what you were about to say. “Tyler the creator, Lana del ray, childish Gambino, and Justin Bieber.” You said and Billie groaned. “Oh my God….most to least talented?” She asked and you nodded. “I don’t know if I can do it.” She said and laughed nervously. “Well baby eat a death wing im afraid.” You said and she grabbed her vegan wing. “It’s the lips that are the problem. The mouth and tongue is fine.” She said as she goes in and takes a bite on the top. You decided to eat one since you were starving and you regretted it. “Fuck! That’s so fucking hot…” you breathed out as you felt like you were gonna pass out. “You okay mamas? You can have milk or water if you want. It’s what it’s there for.” She said softly as she looks at you with worry.

“Yeah no I’m fine baby it’s okay. Let’s keep going.” You reassured her and she nodded. She picks up a card and it read a wild card and as soon as she said it a airhorn was blasted which made the two of you jump. Billie looked terrified and you started cackling at her face. “What the fuck dude!” You exclaimed and Billie shook her head in disbelief jokingly as she tries to read the card but was having trouble getting the words out. “It’s tradition around here to put a little extra on the last wing. You and your opponent can add an extra dab to your final wings now.” Billie read aloud and you groaned. Billie tied her hair back and took off her jacket while you took yours off and put your hair up as well. “What’s the question or challenge we have to do?” You ask as you just wanted to get this over with.

“Don’t smile at me. Challenge your partner to a compliment battle. First person to smile must eat a death wing.” She read and the both of you dreaded what was to come. “Baby this is so sad…” she said breathlessly. “Ummm…you have the most beautiful eyes mama…” she said and you kept your face neutral. “You are the most talented person I know.” You say to her and you saw her lips twitch up for a second but it never turned into a smile. “You are an incredible driver even though you drive fast as fuck.” You said and she holds in her giggles. “You are hot as fuck.” She said and you put your hand over your lips so you wouldn’t smile. “You always look good in the most bizarre clothing.” You said but you let out a laugh as did Billie.

“Well we both laughed so here we go but are you okay though princess?” Billie asked you as the two of you picked up a wing. “It can’t get any worse.” You replied and Billie shook her head laughing. “Oh but it totally can mama.” She warned and you took a deep breath. “I love ya.” Billie said and you said it back. The two of you ate pretty big bites and the two of your were dying by the end. It was clear that Billie had won since she didn’t drink anything but in her eyes you had won. She grabs the trophy and hands it to you while you looked at her in disbelief. “You deserve it mamas and plus I love you a whole bunch.” She said and you coo at her.

She leans over and tries to take a bite out of the fake wing and makes a disgusted face. “Oh my gosh…you didn’t even make that a little bit edible” she said as she pushes the trophy closer to you. “Baby what the fuck.” You laugh out and stand up as Billie stands up with you. You end the video with the two of you saying goodbye and that was that. Even though Billie could have gotten the trophy, there’s not one thing she wouldn’t give/do for her girl.

A/n: this took me so long to do so please like, comment, reblog everything lol thank you to the anon who requested this. I hope they enjoyed it and I hope the rest of y’all did too. Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all!

[fawnsflowerbed]

♡ Puppy-lovin' ♡

A/N: Oh my goodness this took me FAR TOO LONG!!!! Commission of headcanons for my lovely sunshine anon, THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE MY DARLING!!!

Even more headcanons of puppy hybrid and Leon shenanigans!!!

Warnings/content: 2nd person (you/yours), fem pup hybrid reader, grumpy ol' man Vendetta Leon, Leon is referred to as daddy! lots and lots and LOTS of fluff!!! Headcanons!!!

Word count: 3,250 approx.

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What is his biggest pet peeve that she does? (Ik he's obsessed with her HAHA but he  i s  still a grump at times, after all)

TEETHING. That sweet fluffy baby chews on ANYTHING she can get her little canines on. Food and water bowls, toys, chair legs, trashcans, clothes, towels, shoes. Leon has to sit you down and explain that yes you do have very pretty chompers and yes the hybrid vet said they were very healthy and you were a good girl for brushing them on your own but that doesn’t mean you have to PROVE A POINT WITH SAID TEETH!!!! SAVE IT FOR THE SQUEAKY TOYS!!!!! HIS COMBAT BOOTS DID NOT DESERVE THAT GNAWING!!!!!!

I also feel like her whimpering might sometimes get to him?? Depending on his mood. Like making dinner? Whimper. He’s in the bathroom? Whimper. Reading files? Whimper. Tv without her? Whimper. Broken record. His puppy just wants to be around him any time she can because that’s her daddy obviously, and he loves her to bits, but sometimes the man just wants to take a piss alone! We’re talking he gets a few fingers gently bapping at the gap between the floor and the door out of curiosity with mixed whines, or sometimes he has to keep it open a crack so you can hold his hand as he goes. You’re so damn lucky he loves you and that thumping tail of yours.

“Listen, listen, a man has the right to pee in peace. My puppy says otherwise, okay?” -Likely said by Leon as he’s laughing to one of his coworkers about your behaviour. 

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What's something that'll make him go "Who did this, hm?" And she's like- anxiously wags,,,, like when dogs know they're guilty n stuff 😭

ONCE MORE THE CHEWING!!!! I also feel like she can’t be trusted with porcelain or glass for obvious reasons (cough cough Picture Perfect fic cough) so if he does let her eat with him at a table or anything it’s gotta be plastic. One time she’s wanting to be helpful and get him a glass of water as they’re winding down for the night, he came home from a long tedious day of work, and on her way to the faucet she’s still so excited about him being back that she completely forgets she is in fact holding a glass. When it hits the floorboards it’s instant chaos, babygirl’s sitting there staring at the shards like ‘uh oh uh oh uhohuhoh-’ and not knowing what else to do she puts a pillow over it. Because yeah honey, he’s totally gonna think that's perfectly normal.

So obviously when Leon finds it, seeing the pieces collected in a neat little pile under a cushion, he’s giving a call. 

“Sunshine. C’mere a second, baby.”

And you toddle your way in with that tail slightly tucked, not making eye contact. Oh he already knows what’s going on, you’ve never been very good at lying.

“Y’know, it’s funny sweetheart. I come home from a long day of work, have an amazing dinner with my favourite girl in the world, take a nice hot shower and start getting ready for bed. But right as I’m turning the lights off, I find this.” He gestures rather pointedly to the cushion atop the glass shards. 

“And I’m thinkin’, hm, that’s odd. So I pick it up, and look at what’s hiding under it.” Picking it up by a corner of the casing, he makes sure to add an over dramatic gasp. “Broken glass! Isn’t that the strangest thing, puppy? I mean, what are the odds?” His broad shoulders shrug as if he himself can’t believe this ‘totally random’ sequence of events leading to a pile of glass ‘randomly’ appearing under a pillow. “You wouldn’t happen to know who did this, now would you honey?”

You’ve got your cute butt planted on the floor by now, looking up at him rather pitifully. Staring from beneath your lashes, tail slowly wagging back and forth across the hardwood, ears pressed back. 

When you do finally speak, it’s a mumble of “I was getting you water n’ I forgot…”

He cocks an eyebrow at you. “You.. forgot? You forgot what, sweetpea?”

“...Forgot I was holding the glass..”

Oh his heart just melts. You’re an angel, a bit of a dummy at times, but such an angel. Leon can only shake his head with a chuckle, placing a kiss to the crown of your head. “My sweet, silly girl. Let’s get this cleaned up then, alright?”

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Do you think Leon will have his days where he needs space from her from a difficult mission/assignment?

It’s a 50/50 depending on how hard the mission was. If we’re talking like freshly Vendetta Leon then definitely. He’s just so mentally drained, sometimes he just needs to have a minute to fall face first into bed, lay there for a couple of hours. He’ll leave to go to the bathroom and hear your paws padding after him but he just doesn’t have the energy to do anything more then pet you as he goes to grab another drink from the fridge. Sometimes alcohol, sometimes soda. It depends on how shitty he’s feeling, how much he wants to torture himself.

Sometimes you sit at the door with a meek whimper and swishing tail, at first confused as to why he’s so down. Pawing at the wood grain like the poor dumb girl you are, missing your favourite person and just wanting to be there with him. From time to time you crawl up into bed next to him, slipping under his arm to lay your face in the crook of his bicep, often to receive a gentle pet. “I just need a second, puppy. You’re my good girl, though.”

A few times you’ve asked him why he gets like that, why he seems to sink back into himself, and he just sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “Y’know how you get upset after the vet, cause they prod at your teeth with the nasty tasting gloves and you have to get your shots?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well sometimes Daddy gets like that after a really really hard day at work.”

“..If I put a Hello Kitty bandaid on it and..” You scrunch your little nose in thought, “..buy you a stuffie for being brave will you feel better?”

And he just chuckles fondly, giving your hair a gentle ruffle. God, you’re too sweet. “Maybe baby, maybe.”

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Do you think he'll get better with the drinking with her around, or do you think he still drinks? I imagine that she's not a fan, if he still does!

He definitely tries his best to at least cut down on the drinking, but I doubt he’s entirely sober since - well, it’s Leon - but he really doesn’t feel the need to sometimes. Usually when something shitty goes down he instantly goes for the bottle, but now? Now it takes a lot more to drive him into that spiral. 

Most of the time when his depression hits it’s like you sense it, call it that puppy instinct, and you’re toddling your way over to lay your head on his knee and whimper. He tries not to get too drunk, he knows you hate it. How he sways and scruffs at your hair sometimes a little too hard. But he’s trying. Tries to substitute the shitty burning taste of whiskey with spicy foods as an alternative, or punish himself through tonic water only to look like an angry cat once the glass is finished. Anything other than alcohol if he can stomach it.

Because he doesn’t want you to remember him as someone who drank all the time, he wants you to remember how on the bad days he opened his arms to you and let you lay atop his chest as his own personal weighted blanket. How despite how he used to snap and draw away from everyone, how he’d shoot whiskey like it was water, you coming into his life made it all feel so much easier.

He wants you to remember that you made it easier. You made it better.

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When she gets in trouble, what is it for? And is there any form of "punishment" or "grounding"? 

Timeout is HUGE, I don’t think he’d have the heart to actually ground her. One bat of those big babydoll eyes and he has to remind himself NOT to cave. The only thing he can’t do is take her toys away, that would eat the big guy up inside AND out, he knows how much you adore your stuffies and squeakies. 

Usually it’s just lockup time in her pen to sit and think about what she did, doing his best to ignore the pitiful sound of your whines of guilt. He knows you hate timeout, but he doesn’t really know how else to punish you! That or taking away your weekly movie night until you behave, which means no 2 or so hours of uninterrupted cuddle time on daddy’s lap, which is worse than a jail sentence in your opinion. 

The cone of shame has yet to be used, same for muzzles. You’ve cut it pretty close a few times with any of the ladies who stick around and talk to him too long though! He had no clue his sweet sunshine baby had a knack for nipping at ankles.

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Does she beg for food, and if so, how does Leon go about dealing with it?

BIG puppy dog eyes at the table, sitting at his feet. Sometimes he caves, because duh, you’re his baby. But Chris keeps saying he needs to be more stern so he tries and tries and TRIES. But you have those HUGE glossy blinkers on blinky mode up at him, and your tail is swish swish swishing happily against the wooden grain and you just look so ready to get a little bite of whatever he’s got and who is he to deny you? You who wakes him up with kisses and cuddles, who trots along behind him everywhere he goes. You sit at the window and wait for him to get home from work for god’s sake, surely a little piece of food is nothing, right?

He’ll do it cause he loves you, other times cause he wants to see how you’ll react. One time you gave him the puppy stare for a lick of the hot sauce he got to go with his wings, which was a moment of instant regret on your end. Leon had to bite back the biggest smile with an “Is it good, baby?” Watching you smack your lips and tongue with a scrunched up face and furrowed eyebrows. Shaking your head around and yapping as if the taste was a personal attack on you.

Sometimes you even get fancy with it, padding from leg to leg at his feet, doing little spins out of excitement for whatever tasty morsel he’s about to drop into your mouth. I mean c’mon, how is he supposed to resist it?

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How does he interact with her in his depressive states, and how does she comfort him?

You 100% believe he needs a stuffie. So you’re dropping your toys in his lap with big wet eyes and a slow swaying tail. It has to make him feel better, right?

Leon has two main moods when he’s in his depressions. ‘I’ve ruined everything, no one come near me.’ And ‘I’ve ruined everything, please don’t leave me alone.’ Swinging between these moods like an unstable seesaw, but he just can’t bring himself to pull you down with it. Who is he to look you in the eye and tell you to go away, when all you want to do is help? You’re not a bad girl, not a bad dog, so why should he lecture you on behaviour that comes as natural to you as breathing? Your kindness and need to ensure he’s as happy as you are, it’s practically built into your little puppy brain. Because he’s your daddy, and you love him. 

So he tries his hardest. He lays on the couch for his usual hour of slumping but keeps an eye out for a swishing tail, an ear out for any little whimpers. You’re climbing into his lap, crawling all over him to put your weight on him, cuddling up like a plush toy. 

And he wraps his arms around you silently, letting you be his anchor.

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When she asks to come with him to work, how does he respond? (Bc obvi she can't come fight bioweapons with him,,)

Sometimes he’ll take her when he has desk duty and Hunnigan just MELTS she LOVES your sweet little tailed self. But other times either he has to call Becca and Claire over to babysit you, cause there’s no way that he can leave his poor sweet girl at home alone! And you whimper and whine the whole time but it’s either that or coax you to go to the DSO before Claire comes to pick you up after the work day is finished.

Like how is he supposed to look at you and go ‘no baby you can’t go with daddy to work because daddy shoots bugs and-’ 

BUGS? YOU LOVE BUGS!!!! BUGS DESPISE YOU SO YOU’LL BE SO GOOD ON BUG DUTY!!!!

“I know puppy, I know. But daddy’s going in a biiiiiiig metal bird, and I know you love to chase birds so I can’t take you with me. Cause what if you bite the bird too hard, huh? Then daddy can’t buy you new toys! Can’t have that happening, sunshine. So, how about this. You can sit at daddy’s desk next to miss Hunnigan and when I talk to her over the little ear phone she can pass it over to you and you can have a chat with me. Is that okay? Yeah?”

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How does he react when she catches things for him, like bugs or something? (he def didn't ask her to LOL) I feel like she'd be eyeing a moth or something and be like omg a present for daddy :33 (she has good intentions fs)

That man honestly gets a leaf bug or moth at his feet once a month. A little half chewed, he saw you spitting out tufts of wing a few minutes ago so he can guess that’s why. You’ve always been a jumper, pouncing and bouncing around the yard or when he takes you for walks. So it’s no wonder you started up this habit.

“Yes- yes baby, I know you got it just for me and- mhm. Mhm I do love it honey but I just think- And I’m so proud of you for hunting it all on your own but sweetpea how about instead you bring me.. I don’t know, fuck- wait don’t say that word. Hm. I don’t know leaves you find interesting.”

Stupid man. Dumb dumb idiot man. Next thing he knows there’s a small collection of leaves lined up at the back door. He’s gotta figure out an alternative and fast, boy. 

Has he ever had to bandage her up bc she did something dumb that he warned her not to do? 😭

That girl’s mortal enemy is anything that like, rears up at her. Praying mantises, spiders, grasshoppers, wasps and bees. If it moves, and it moves in a way that she perceives as a threat, it will be bapped with her hand.

“Hey- hey woah woah woah woah woah- easy there, tiger.” He’s scooping you up off the grass as you’re growling and yapping at whatever insect has made the mistake of buzzing too close to his sweet girl. “That’s a praying mantis, baby. If one of those big claws gets you, it’s gonna scare the sh- ahem, it’s probably gonna spook you.”

Five minutes later when he sets you back down he hears a startled yelp followed by you scampering around the backyard waving your face back and forth. Yeah he should’ve expected that. Watching as you finally flick the bug away with a huff of disapproval, which is followed by a very overdramatic whimper in Leon’s direction. Obviously need of love and affection after such a traumatic experience. Nothing a bit of antiseptic and plenty of well placed kisses won’t fix.

SO many scrapes. Bee stings, ant bites, mosquito bites, scratches and bruises from bouncing around the yard and house. He had to buy the Sanrio bandaids to patch you up or you refused to sit still. Thankfully your new favourite thing is barking at the other hybrids on the tv, an activity that WON’T result in several bruises. Maybe an earache or two, perhaps a sore throat, but hey, that’s better than box upon box of bandaids. 

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When he wants her inside, and she does that one excited play pose (you know the one HAHA), does he entertain it, or does he know better to just go inside because she'll follow? LMAO

You’re padding your way around through the grass of the backyard, tail high and wagging proudly. You’d been very successful in your burying of a bone, planting your own little territory outside the house, and because of that success a buzz ran through your body. Being the jitterbug you were with a case of the zoomies coming on, you gave your ears a shake out when Leon’s whistle was heard.

“Puppy? C’mon, babygirl. It’s getting dark.”

But you were just getting started! Maybe you could convince him, after all if puppies had to listen to their daddies, surely daddies had to listen to their puppies right? That’s, like, the law. And you still have so much energy!

So, ever the bouncy pup you are, you crouch down into ‘the pose’. Everyone knows which one. The one you pull when you’re telling another hybrid you wanna play, the half bow with you eyes locked on him and a fast wagging tail.

“Baby- no. Oh, don’t give me that face..” Leon runs a hand over his face with a long sigh, biting back a smile with all the teeth he can manage.  

But you’re giggling with that big grin on your face, hands braced like paws against the grass and ears perked up expectantly.

“Honey..no. Now-

As soon as he takes a step towards you, no matter how small it is, you’re jumping in a little circle with happy yaps. Next thing he knows you’ve got the zoomies, and you’re bounding your way through the freshly-clipped lawn. All he can really do is lean against the outside wall and wait for you to run out of energy, arms crossed with a grin on his face. IIt doesn’t last too long thankfully, a few bounces, a couple of spins and you’re trotting over to him panting. He watched the whole thing, your tail wagging a gazillion miles an hour each time you hopped, skipped, and jumped. You always found endless ways to entertain yourself outside, Leon really didn’t know how you did it. 

 And yeah, it was getting dark out, but it was only a few minutes more of watching his sweet girl bound around happily, he’d only really try to rouse on you if it was for your safety. But right now? As your big eyes watch fireflies fill the backyard’s air, pawing weakly up at them between giggles, he knows it’s worth it. 

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[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hi! I want to know your head canons on SLANG! What sort of things to wizards say to sound cool or evoke thoughts or feelings? What sayings might they have? Do we maybe have any in common with them?

We know that “to have a hairy heart” means to be aloof or cold. (Fm Tales of Beedle the Bard)

I once read a very compelling headcanon that Americans would never use no-maj (for non-magical) as a term cuz they like to shorten things so much, and so American wizfolk would use either ‘noma’ or ‘nomie’. As an American I agree tbh.

I hc that the Hogwarts motto “Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus” [never tickle a sleeping dragon] to be a kind of slang for “don’t do that”.

Like, your friend is getting ready to sneak out of her dorm to go see a guy even though she knows Peeves has been feisty lately. “….Draco dormiens, Molly,” you whisper as she sneaks out the door.

Yeah! Any thoughts?

I love this, and I definitely think there are wizard versions for some common phrases we have (and we actually see some in the books). In my fic I try to add magical variations of phrases to make the world feel more real.

I'd say which shortened version of no-maj would be said would depend on where in the US the wizard is from. I imagine some areas would say "noma" some would say "nomie" and I'm sure there would be other variants. I think it'll just really depend on location.

But most of the idioms and slang I have headcanons for are for the UK.

Some examples I've written into my fic:

Hit him like a bludger - would mean having a strong emotional reaction, like "hit like a ton of bricks"

You look like a dementor’s got you - generally to mean one looks upset or down.

Eating away at his brian like the Fwooper’s song - to mean something is occupying your thoughts, but like, to obsessive levels.

I also like the idea of:

"Confunded" - being used as the word "befuddled"

"Demiguise" - used to the same as calling someone a wallflower, since they become invisible.

"Keep the egg under the toad" - references the process of breeding a basilisk, which is illegal. Means to keep something quite or on the downlow.

"Are you yanking my wand?" - used like saying "are you joking me?" and is an extension of the saying "yanking your wand" that appears in Deathly Hallows.

"Polishing your wand" - is a real thing Cedric and other wizards apparently do, but I am convinced it also refers to jerking off.

"Until the Jobberknoll sings" - kinda like "it isn't over until the fat lady sings", since a Jobberknoll only sings on the moment it dies.

Similarly, saying "Joberknoll song" instead of "Swan song"

"Swearing like a Jarvey" - Like "Swearing like a sailor" since Jarveys are known for being rude and swear a lot.

I have a few more I wrote/thought of, but these are some off the top of my head.

There is also this wiki page that has a list of wizard idioms used in Harry Potter and it's extra semi-canon content (like the video games and pottermore). I don't consider all of this list canon, but there are some I like there, like:

Breed like gnomes (From DH) - meaning breed like rabbits and said by Muriel about the Weasleys

Different kettle of Grindylows (from Hogwarts Legacy) - like saying "different kettle of fish" or "another can of worms"

Dodged a bludger - like "dodged a bullet"

Don't count your owls before they are delivered (from HBP) - like "don't count your chickens before they hatch"

The fire's lit, but the cauldron's empty (from DH) - like "the lights are on, but nobody's home"

I could eat a Hippogriff (from GoF) - like "I could eat a horse"

I'll take Cadogan's pony (from pottermore) - roughly means to make the best of a bad situation

Knockturn Alley's litter epidemic (from GoF) - means something obvious/boring

Yanking your wand (from DH) - means to joke around.

Anyone who has more of these wizard common phrases headcanons, feel free to add more!

[pedriache]

HEYYY i wanted to req an arda fic cause thats my BAE fr🤞 so it goes like this arda and fem!reader are good friends (who secretly like each other) and then one night their feelings come out SOMEHOW and then after they like start kissing/making out and its just this emotional moment between them that theyve been waiting for for so long😋😋😇 UGH I CANT I LOVE HIM

Midnight love — Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Fem!Reader

Summary: Telling your best friend a guy asked you out would usually be an exciting moment, both equally excited. But after telling Arda, he only seemed nonchalant, not necessarily caring. And you would be damned if you didn’t figure out why.

Word count: 1.04k

Disclaimer/s: none! just a little jealous!arda though..

A/N: ARDA REQS MAKE ME A VERY HAPPY WRITER. Wait I lowkey don’t know if I followed this req very well… feel free to ask for more i’ll try harder next time😅

The sky above twinkled with a billion stars. You loved visiting Arda’s family home on the outskirts of Altındağ. It was rare when he was home, that you’d have time to do so, but you’d gotten lucky by having a four day weekend.

Now, you two both sat on the back patio, your heads tilted at an awkward angle to watch the stars, a tradition you’d had since you both were kids.

“Oh!” You suddenly shoot upright, causing the boy to do the same, his eyes shining in surprise. Your heart flutters as you look at him. He looked so good tonight. “You’ll never guess what happened at work the other day. I’ve been meaning to tell you all day!”

Curiosity takes Arda over as he leans back on the couch, his head lulling to the side with a smile, “yeah? Tell me what?”

“Okay, y’know that one guy, Marcus? The one who I work the morning shift with?” You continue slowly, building up anticipation.

Arda’s eyes, still glued on you, narrow at the mention of Marcus. You’d brought him up during a few facetime calls, but it never seemed too important. Plus, Arda never enjoyed hearing you talk about men like that.

“What about him?” Arda clears his throat, not knowing why this conversation was starting to get in his nerves as it’d just started. It could mean nothing. Marcus, could mean nothing.

You lean back on the couch, “he asked me out.” You shrug.

So he did mean something. Right. Okay.

“Oh, that’s cool.” Is all he says.

That’s it. No ‘congratulations’ or excitement. Just, ‘oh, that’s cool.’ ?? His face even lacked emotion and he’d diverted his attention back to the sky, pushing aside the conversation like it was nothing.

Your eyebrows scrunch together, “that’s all?”

Arda’s eyes flicker to yours, a look of confusion on his face. “Yeah? What else am I supposed to say?”

Now you were just flat out peeved. “Uhm, I don’t know? Something other than your monotonous ‘that’s cool’” You mock his voice, “I mean, seriously?”

Pursing his lips, Arda looks to the stars, silently begging them for the right words. He knew exactly why what you said had him acting like a dick, he just couldn’t admit it. If he did, that meant he could potentially ruin what you two had. If he didn’t, and you were going to go on that date, he’d potentially lose you for good.

You, on the other hand, weren’t afraid to admit how much you liked Arda. You’d known for years, but he was always so.. confusing, so you chose to keep it to yourself. Now you could move on, but now he was acting like this.

“What’s your actual fucking problem.” You laugh dryly, your eyes burning holes into his head.

“Congrats!” Arda sighs, “I hope that date goes well, i’m happy for you.”

Pursing your lips, you cross your arms. “I didn’t say I said yes.”

You didn’t say yes… You didn’t say yes?

The boys brown eyes flicker toward yours, “what?”

“Yeah, I said no—why are you smiling?” Your eyebrows furrow, noticing the way his lips had tugged upwards ever so slightly.

“Smiling?” His face falters, “i’m not smiling?”

“I literally saw your lips twitch, you were totally smiling!?” You laugh, although it was more out of confusion than actual humor. “Fuck are you smiling about?”

Arda shrugs, his lips pulling into an amused, thin line. “Nothing, nothing.”

You don’t let up though, “bullshit.”

“I—“ He huffs, “I’m just surprised you’d turn him down. You’ve been complaining about being single recently, so I find it funny that you turned him down, that’s all!”

Yeah, I wonder why i’d do that. You think. Because of you. How can you not tell?

You hadn’t noticed you’d dazed off, your mind wandering to Arda once again. How could he not notice how you feel after all these years? With how many hints you’d dropped, it seems crazy to think he doesn’t know. Maybe he did, maybe he was just avoiding it because—

“Hello? Earth to you?” Arda’s waving his hand in front of your face.

Blinking, you pull yourself together. “Y’know.. For someone so smart, you really are stupid.” You sigh, your shoulders slumping slightly as you look at him.

“What?” He’s the one speechless now.

“You’re just very oblivious, it’s insane, honestly.” You didn’t mean it in a rude way, you were just baffled. “I rejected Marcus, because I didn’t want him to ask me out, I wanted—“ You shut yourself up, your mouth snapping shut.

Arda’s eyes search yours, his heart hammering in his chest. “You wanted me to.” He finishes for you.

“Yeah.” You admit, hesitantly looking back to him. “But—“

“No!” He interrupts, “no, no ‘buts’, please.” Arda’s eyes soften, his hands reaching out to cup your cheeks. You hadn’t realized until now how close you were, how close you had been.

“Oh.” You clear your throat, “okay.”

“I didn’t want Marcus taking you out either, i’m just pissed he had the courage to do it before I did, I was being a baby.” He rambles, “i’m sorry.”

“Can we just stop talking.” You ask, leaning into his touch, your eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips. “Please?”

Arda feels his chest swell a few sizes as he takes a second to stare at you, overwhelmed with emotions he’d tried to bury for so long.

“Of course,” he whispers, lips brushing against yours delicately.

With one hand cupping your cheek, the other trails down to your hip, pulling you impossibly closer. He was lost in you, and you in him. Every feeling you’d felt for each other prominent in the way neither of you seemed to need more air. Your breaths mingled in between kisses, smiles mirroring each other.

You, finally pulling away, giggle. The sound music to Arda’s ears. He grins at you, placing two kisses on your flushed cheeks.

“I should’ve done that a long time ago.” He murmurs, head resting in the nape of your neck where he leaves another soft kiss.

“Yeah, you should’ve.” You hum, pulling his face away to look at it, taking in his lopsided grin. His eyes, his nose, oh you were so screwed.

DTS , @halfwayhearted <3

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

can u plsssss yap more Abt ur opinions of fanon Marlene more??? I agree with everything u said Abt the rant Abt fanon Remus, James, Sirius, regulus, and Marlene, but wanna hear more abt her (and maybe the other girls too???)

yes bby OKAY so.

i lowk hate marlene's fanon. she's so mean lesbian and i dont . i dont like that. mainly because she's only mean to sirius (&is a remus dickrider lowk,) and like . i hate men too bby but like there is a time and place for it yk idk. i get that bc her personality is entirely headcanoned its more necessary to 2d-ify her but i wish she had more personality than liking effie, being mean and being a lesbian :(

lily !!!!!!!!!!!! let her be dumb. please. i want my silly goofy girl. also !!!! i see a lot of content of her being discriminated which yes true because muggleborn but i feel like it's canon/safe to assume that she's well off !! i want to see more cunt lily. but not like a bitch yk just a cunt. also !!! more lily getting in trouble AND GETTING CAUGHT please. please. she's not a super genius mastermind who can play the godliest pranks with her girls and then never get in trouble. more flawed women please.

also !!!! this is specifically @ people who pair james w someone else (jegulus, bambibelle, wolfbucks, etc.) i dont like. actually. i lowk hate when lily's a lesbian. like bfr is the only reason shes not w james bc shes a lesbian? i love marylily and stuff but i feel like i want to see more lily with a man (i KNOW what this sounds like i swear im not being like 'STRAIGHT REP MATTERS AS MUCH AS LGBT REP 😠😠' )

i want to get into moonflower but like idk any fics yk. ☹️. and !!! i want to see her studied without having a love interest. OH AND i want to see her not end up single in james/man ship fics. idk why this peeves me. i think this goes for a lot of women actually. like idk let her find someone yk. oh and !!! this is just a random fandom complaint but like just because someone is single doesnt mean theyre aroace. sometimes people are just single!

also !!! more lily friendships. more lily as a popular girl. as liking quidditch. i feel like she's so underdeveloped even though she's the ONLY marauders era girl we have SO MUCH information on. :((

MARY MACDONALDDD my BELOVED . my BETROTHED. i love her. but. shes so oversexualized. i say this as someone who also views her as dating around a lot btw not shading anyone but like . !!!!!!!! she should be seen as more than that. same as lily, let her be seen as a character and judged as one before you ship her with someone. also, idk again why this bothers me since i dont see her as that, but i feel like i require some insecure mary content. just like a mess of insecurities, ACTUAL insecurities which are real and not simply in her head because she's the most drop dead gorgeous girl in the whole world. maybe as a mother. i love her as a mother. because mother mary skfsk. ummm yeah . i love her. my wife. please treat her right guys. ALSO if someone has any mary centric fics haha . give me.

[dollishmehrayan]

GET TO KNOW ME Q & A BY DOLLISH ── .✦

a/n: this is just mundane facts about me for hitting 500 followers under ONE MONTH!? So yeah this is a post! <3

Hii! So tysm for 500 followers so let me greet myself to you!, my name is rayan/rayaan (pronounced ri-yaan) and you can call me riri or dollish and my pronouns are she/her (I’m biologically a girl so it’s she and her for me always please don’t misgender me) so here are some fun questions I thought to answer!!! (I’ll be editing in questions you guys ask <3) ── .✦

ᥫ᭡ ASKED QUESTIONS ── .✦

1. ‘How did you get the name dollish’ - I got the name dollish actually when I was about 2-3 years old because i was slightly chubby and my neighbors always called me a “porcelain doll” and how I acted doll-like until they named me “dollish” because it was childish + doll combined and 80% of the ppl irl call me dollish

2. ‘Where have you learned writing? Like where have you learned writing.’ - I learned writing like as in being a writer because originally I wanted to be a actual author and illustrator (still do) and I had a BIG passion for writing ever since I was a kid and was learning sight words even though English is not my first language!

3. ‘Why do you not write smut or n$fw?? I see other writers doing it fine.’ - I personally when it comes to topics such as smut I don’t feel comfortable with in general because personally it’s very hard for me to get romantically attached and smut makes me uncomfortable and I also somewhat despise it so much because I hate reducing a character to sexual appeal and etc.

4. ‘how do you easily write like headcannons so fast and release like 3-2 headcannons a day?’ - I actually just type fast secondly I’m a very creative person tbh and I always eat a lot before I write and I also have like posts on like the queue thing too! Matter of fact I’m not that active on tumblr tbh but yeah

5. ‘What socials do you have??’ - I only have tiktok for now (I also have other a lot of socials but those are personal for now) but I’m thinking of making a twitter to like promote this tumblr account but twitter Lowkey scares me so I’d rather not have that audience.

ᥫ᭡ COMMON QUESTIONS ── .✦

What's your favorite way to spend a weekend? - I personally love going out with my friends to restaurants and very cool places I also love traveling I already have been to (excluding us states because I’ve been to a lot), Japan, South Korea, bali, Portugal, nederlands, france, Belgium, uk, china, india, Norway (like 5 times) and Spain, Egypt, Germany, Maldives, Mauritius, and etc

What's a book that you'd recommend? - the book is almost TOO good I might have to gatekeep for now😞 (jk tbh I don’t read much but I can answer this but with comics!)

Are you a morning person or a night owl? - night owl defo

What's your dream job? - either a fashion designer or author or a actress

Do you have any pets? - yes! Two cats, both are Siamese cats named ren and irene!

What's your favorite type of cuisine? - too hard to choose, I’d take any food tbh I’m not a picky eater

Do you have any siblings? - yes!

there anything you dislike in your writing life? - yes! I don’t like people who copy my work or write off a lot and secondly I think as in pet peeves about becoming a fan fic writer is when you get complex requests like “write what if batboys and they’re s/o were (really long and complex and so fanon blah blah)!” Like genuinely I love it but I can’t be doing all that.

Do you have any pet peeves? - I don’t like being told off or put on the spot + plus I really hate attention seekers and narcissists too and I think also like for some reason someone watching something with me pisses me off for no reason especially if they lean over to watch my phone when it’s really no problem 😭

What was your dream job as a child? - I wanted to be an author + illustrator too so bad but also I wanted to become a pediatrician because my parents tried to force me as that too

If you could have dinner with anyone, who's one person you'd go with? - for some reason chlöe Bailey no questions asked, SHE’S FUNNY OMG or maybe like you know one of my moots 💕

Do you have a favorite childhood memory? - I sadly for some reason don’t remember my childhood that much (I think it’s best that way) but I remember watching the Wonder Woman movie as a child and like BECOMING THE BIGGEST fan girl of dc comics and also like omg I loved it so much too and maybe also like hyperfixating on themyscira as a child and trying to find out about amazons and themyscira

What's your love language? - okay so like when I give I love to give like words of affirmation and when like I receive I LOVEEE gifts like generally I love gifts so muchhh

What are two things still on your bucket list? - I think sky diving, I had the chance once in LA but I couldn’t literally because of my like fear of heights too!

What’s your biggest fear - um definitely like spiders or like secretly being hated too but also I have. DEADLY fear of spiders I feel like I can’t breath looking at them I just hate them so muchh

Do you currently live in the same place where you were born? - nope!

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Deathslinger FwB HC's[NSFW]

Deathslinger with a Friend with Benefits 🤭 And he catches feelings

Sorry if these suck I've made myself only write fics so for some reason I struggled to write headcanons??? Asdfghjkl. Anyways I think I'm gonna try to do that so I can be more consistent with posting

A sort of friendship probably began before you started doing any of this funny business with Caleb, and it involved multiple instances of jokingly flirting with each other. He thankfully doesn’t really flirt with anybody else, you being the exception for becoming his friend and understanding his story

Even though this is all platonic, it does kind of irk him if you're found flirting with anybody else. He knows he can't get mad, especially if you end up having romantic feelings for anyone else at any point, but...

Yeah, he'll go as far as spooking off any survivors that get too close. Makes you wonder in what form he's feeling jealousy

The flirting happens during and out of trials, and your teammates are sure to be peeved any time they realize you’re facing Deathslinger with them. Hatch guaranteed! But they can’t be that mad when you’re distracting the killer, right?

Which speaking of trials, Caleb doesn’t hesitate to ask about having a bit of fun mid-match. At least he’s nice enough to still let you get the hatch or exit gate in the end if you don’t feel like doing anything. He’ll just need to get some hooks in there so the Entity doesn’t prohibit matches together for lots of fooling around

I’m sure some other sorry survivor tried to get an easy escape from Caleb, seeing how you get it all the time, and the man just laughed. Sacrifice!

It’s not just flirting and screwing between the two of you, there are genuinely a lot of nice moments in the friendship. And Caleb makes sure you know it’s strictly just that. He’s not some lover guy. Nope. 

When all this screwing around first started, he was pretty reserved and wasn’t too open to overly affectionate actions (such as kissing, cuddling too much,etc.)

But as the friendship and feelings grows, he slowly opens up and invites more of that affection. It will bother him to no end if you rejects and tease him and remind him he set up those rules. He passes it off as a joke and just laughs it off.

It would make him desperate to have even a little kiss from you. It's killing him.

In fact, after the first time you guys had a bit of fun...he could not get you out of his head. The first time reminds him that he's a lonely man in a lonely realm, so he's the one to seek you out and he casually throws in the idea of sex.

And this lonely man has so many cravings whether he accept them or not, it all begins to really bother him and become noticeable.

He probably takes some time to himself while trying to figure out why such little things are bothering him so much. Caleb is probably stubborn with this and will not accept that maybe some romantic feelings have formed, and he concludes he's just been frustrated with matches lately

Once he goes back to you, will probably be a bit rougher

He eventually does cool down, but it happens faster if you make it clear you're alright with breaking those stupid rules of his and that there won't be any judgement. You'll still be friends no matter what

These new moments genuinely bring the both of you closer, as once again Caleb was lonely despite being around a gang. Never really had a home for a while, and now he gets to receive comfort from you after some fun.

While everything was typically just "casual", if you can even call it that, he does act a bit different when you're doing things with him. He's a tad bit gentler, slower...even loving.

He likes to just hold you after the deed, whether you be on his chest or him on yours, and he tends to think of himself while you're so close to each other. Even then he won't accept the truth about his feelings and thinks it's totally normal for friends to be acting in the way you guys do

It might just take you being open with your own feelings for Caleb to just accept it. Even then he'll struggle to believe it, but he'll ease into it. He always does

Caleb tweaking out 'cause he's so damn touch starved

[jawllines]

i feel like people are forgetting that you had hit a creative block with “y/n is a vampire” and had to pivot to a completely new au. come up with an interesting new plot on the fly, all the while working a full time job and posting consistently on patreon throughout the holidays. creating writing here for FREE is something you do out of the kindness of your heart, a privilege not a right. so while this might have taken longer than normal, you’re a real life person with real life responsibilities and trials and tribulations. it’s easy to forget all of that if you can’t put a name to a face, but i’m choosing to believe that anon was peeved because they love your work and are so excited to read what you’ve written that they felt like they couldn’t wait any longer. olivia, you are the one writer on this app that i consistently check in on and can always rely on for a comfy story when i’m feeling down. i’ve probably been reading your work on here and on patreon for the last 10 years and the quality of content has never wavered. you truly have a gift for writing and i fully wholeheartedly believe you could get published if you ever wanted to pursue that. forever grateful for what you do and i can’t express that enough. i love youuuu, happy holidays <3 i hope u have a wonderful new year!!!!

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!!! YEAH I FEEL LIKE MAYBE THEY WERE JUST FRUSTRATED BECAUSE IT HAS TAKEN ME SO LONG AND I DO APOLOGIZE FOR THAT BUT THANK YOU FOR RECOGNIZING ITS BECAUSE ID SPENT SO MUCH TIME WITH THE FIC BEFORE, TO START OVER WAS ALWAYS GONNA TAKE A LOT LONGER D: BUT IM GLAD THAT I DID!! YOU GUYS REALLY REALLY LIKE IT, LIKE THIS IS THE MOST LOVE A FIC HAS GOTTEN IN A WHILE SO IM HAPPY THAT YOU ALL SUPPORTED ME IN SWITCHING THE IDEA!!

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! HAPPY NEW YEAR FRIEND, I HOPE YOURS ITS BEAUTIFUL!!!

[olderthannetfic]

I have a fic pet peeve and I feel bad about it.

I can't read a fic that was written as a collab in an rp style. I specifically mean that it's posted still in that style, with each paragraph being from one characters POV with all their actions and dialogue and thoughts, and then moving on to see how the other character reacts and then their inner thoughts and dialogue. Each paragraph has to have some kind of introspection, some kind of movement, some acknowledgement of the other person's/character's progression in a way that always feels so delayed. Because it'll read like this:

Character A Speaks. Character A moves, and thinks, and other description. Character A might speak again here to lead into the next part.

Character B responds to what Character A says. Character B then thinks about what the other person did, maybe reacts to it. Character B then speaks again, a new thought to continue the conversation.

Character A reacts to the beginning of Character B's paragraph, and so on and so forth.

It's hard to describe but it's a specific flow that comes about because you don't want to rp for the other person, so you can't integrate the other character's actions or anything into your paragraph. So everything one of them does has to be after everything the other character does and wants to do in that paragraph. Which just makes every response and reaction so delayed and unnatural. And sometimes it seems like each paragraph has to contain so much before it's the next writer's turn.

It makes scenes feel oddly paced and kinda monotone. I feel bad about it because obviously I'm not owed a fic and people can write how they want but I just can't get invested when it feels like the written equivalent of when two actors aren't on set the same day so they're just edited together.

--

Yeah, I'm not a fan of too-obvious RP style in place of a more conventional story style.

[knichii]

OK. does anyone else feel irritated that eng dub seems to be favoured in mha? in edits, in fics, it's clear most people watched dub and idk it's been rlly grinding my gears.

okay, to get this out the way, I don't like mha's eng dub. I don't like any of them. half don't fit their characters, 75% of the time the tone lands forced and awkward, and its literally just unbearable for me to watch I'm sorry. I have this issue with a lot of anime and cartoons so this isn't solely a my hero problem, but this is definitely the most severely I've disliked a dub. and yet I cannot escape it.

one of my biggest issues is the nuance that's lost in translation. anyone with any familiarity with the Japanese language will know what I mean. list of examples:

HONORIFICS

1. iida refers to class 1-A with '-kun'

2. yaoyorozu refers to class 1-A with '-san'

3. asui refers to class 1-A with '-chan'

3. deku with '-kun' (m) & '-san' (f)

that says SO MUCH about their characters, how they view their relationships, how they view themselves,, but in dub?? all of that's lost. ESP the significance of deku still calling bkg 'kacchan'. [simplified, '-chan' is used for cute/endearing things. it stemmed from children mispronouncing '-san', and became a childish, cutesy way of calling someone, usually someone you're VERY familiar with. it implies a shocking ammount of intimacy] thru years of bullying, all the rocks and straight up non existent road of their relationship, deku STILL calls him 'kacchan', the ONLY one allowed to do so ("but kaminari--" NEENAWNEENAWNEENAW).

in eng dub it gets reduced to a mere nickname, lacking all of its weight.

another thing is bakugou sub vs dub (...)

URGGGGGGHHHH

the most recent example is when bkg says "of course you pulled it off, Icyhot." (I forgot the context tho) in sub, he says "of course you pulled it off, TODOROKI".

THATS SUCH A NICHE, SUBTLE WAY OF SHOWING HIS DEVELOPMENT THATS TOSSED STRAIGHT OUT THE WINDOW. translation (manga) also has him calling his seniors 'senpai' which is... not what he says in sub????? 'senpai' indicates respect for someone your senior,,,, which. bkg would never show. (or only in EXTREMELY rare cases, MAYBE)

there's also my peeve abt names. this may be an only me issue, but I don't like it when japanese names are written in western format (e.g Izuku Midoriya)... ("this guy cannot be fr rn" unfortunately yes I am). I don't have a reason for this, and I'm aware it's niche and irrational, but I always cringe a little when I'm reading a fic, that's SET IN JAPAN, and their names are written Given Name, Family Name. emphasis on SET IN JAPAN. THEY ARE JAPANESE. THEY ARE NOT AMERICAN.

bkg's hero name. his og one which was translated to King Explosion Murder, losing all of the wit and cleverness in the jp original. this post goes into more detail and is very cool check it out

slightly irrelevant but bkg's jp va, Okamoto Nobuhiko, like. wow. the bkdk fight? the voice cracks? the ANGUISH?? the softness in his voice when bkg was abt to die (the hallucination w all might) ??? like,, wow. the emotion is so much more raw than it's conveyed in eng

I've gotten off point. point is I WISH MORE PEOPLE APPRECIATED AND WATCHED IN JP SUB. IM SCREAMING INTO THE VOID AND MY OWN VOICE IS ECHOING BACK I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE.

(note: jjk was my first anime fandom so I'm probably spoiled. over there, sub seems to be favoured, barring a few iconic lines [ray chase lwk served as sukuna in the shibuya arc] and the fics, like 70% of the ones I read, used japanese honorifics and culture. in comparison, mha was a bit of a shock. the side of the fandom I washed up on is so... American??? maybe I'm in the wrong place idk. everything's just extremely white and slightly uncomfortable.)

this was a bit of a vent post,, obviously ik people are entitled to opinions (even if they're wrong), I js wanted tk if anyone else felt the same way

reading this back, I'm aware of how chronically online I am. yeah. still tho

[utilitycaster]

This is sort of salty but one of my tumblr/social media pet peeves is when people assume the cause of a lack of engagement is anything and everything other than "people are not picking up what you're putting down." Like, yeah, there are people who like and don't reblog your fic or your long post, but sometimes it's because people liked your post to save it for later, read it and said "hmmmm I don't care for this" and then never cleared out their likes. I'm a big proponent of reblogging your own work that you're proud of but sometimes you have to admit that people are seeing it and saying "hard pass". And to be clear, I cannot judge with any objectivity if you are a misunderstood genius or a massive idiot, though I'll certainly have my own thoughts on it, but usually a post not getting notes isn't a conspiracy against you or other people's fear of being uncool or them not knowing how to use the website; sometimes people just didn't like what you said or even were merely totally apathetic to it. At the very least if you're incapable of humility and self reflection you should just assume you are a misunderstood genius and move on instead of sulking. If you are, in some cosmic truth, a massive idiot, this won't improve that situation, but you'll probably feel better and won't alienate people further by being both an idiot AND a sulker.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

There is genuinely so much amazing OFMD fanfic that it's expanded the limits of the kinds of fic I'll read because there's so much creativity and willingness to play with the characters. I will put up with a lot of things in OFMD AUs before I reach the "he would not fucking say that" point, which I used to be really choosy about with other fandoms. True that one of my pet peeves with how Stede gets written a lot is when authors use the generic posh British-esque Aziraphale-lite voice, but I can even forgive that pretty easy because I know it's hard to get Stede's voice right.

Plus, I think like the main thing you should think about when you're writing an AU isn't just how your story is in conversation with canon but how your versions of the characters work. I put a lot of work into my AU versions of these characters being recognizably them while also being impacted by their very different experiences and realities - like, in my kraken!Ed AU, he's still Ed but having to hide that he's a literal sea monster his whole life has made him noticeably more timid and way jumpier than his canon counterpart. Often the fun of fic is figuring out "yeah, they actually would say that, and here's why."

Truly my only hard line (besides woefully common very racist ways to write Ed) is when Ed and Stede don't like each other. I've seen enemies to lovers work! They do have the potential to annoy each other at first if you set things up just so! But when they're mean to each other, or very clearly don't care about each other's feelings, that's the thing I just can't buy. Ed's in love with Stede and Stede's in love with Ed, and they're each other's top priority, and that's kinda essential I think.

[bloodcasket]

WILDFLOWER

PAIRING: Obsessive!Ellie Williams x Reader

WARNINGS: NSFW, sexual themes(smut-with some story teehee), depictions of obsessive behavior, etc.

WC: 4k (sorry 😭)

DESCRIPTION: After a long day of Ellie being hot on your back, you can't find it in you to sleep properly at night. Unfortunately, your quick "breath of fresh air" doesn't last, as she has you bent over the kitchen counter with salacious intention.

A/N: Thank you guys for taking the time to read my writing!!!!!! c: 🖤 Somebody had asked for more Obsessive Ellie so I figured I would try to whip something else up. I have a pet peeve for not adding any context/storyline, so it does take a little reading before anything happens. Also, I hope this smut is decent, I haven't wrote a thorough smut fic in a whileee so I hope this suffices. Anyways, much love, sorry for the long note. <3.

It had been such a beautiful day, one that was worth encapsulating. One that could be painted a million times over and over again, and its vision would never get old. The sky was a canvas right in front of you, splashed with its earthly tones of purple and pink, and its low horizon spilled right into it with orange and yellow. You had been sitting in the field of wheat as you watched it, ogling at clusters of clouds dancing in the center of the troposphere. You were sprawled out against the dampened soil, your legs and your arms tickled by the soft straws of wheat, it was nothing but perfect. Everything was perfect. You wanted to drink up every last second of it. The rich smell of the fields, the beautiful view, and the sound of serenity. All of it.

“Hey! You okay out there?”, a sudden shout is heard from your house in the distance, and you peek your head up in response. Ellie is standing on the front porch, her arms crossed and her firm stance telling you that she’s feeling impatient. You chuckle to yourself lightly at the view, your hand lurching forward to grip the handle of your flower basket. “Yeah! Just a moment, I’m heading back inside!” you yell back as you stand up from the Earth, quickly dusting the crumbs of dirt and muck off the material of your jeans. Ellie stands there silently as she observes your approaching presence, a wave of relief casting over her worried features

“Okay, well…be quick, I miss you”, she then replies, and you almost want to laugh at her last demand, watching her fade away as she disappears back in the house. ‘Miss me? All I did was walk outside for a couple of minutes’ is what you wanted to say back, a defeated smile placed on your lips. Ellie was infamous for saying that to you anyways. ‘I miss you’. A repeated phrase she took much pride in telling you. ‘I miss you. I miss you. I miss you’, ever since you had moved onto this farm with Ellie. It seemed like she became more needy for your presence, and this was the one thing that confirmed it.

You follow after your lover inside, the old wooden door squeaking on its hinges as it shuts behind your form. The record player is spinning a selected vinyl in the back faintly, and you sway in amusement as you shuffle toward the dining room table, a grin plastered on your face. “You’re playing my favorite album”, you say contently, placing your basket in the center of the table. You reach inside to bundle up a litter of brown stems, examining your collection.

Purple Lupine wildflowers. You had freshly picked them from the forest, their aroma resembling something delicate and floral, and their small petals smooth and harmless against the curve of your fingertips. You had once read somewhere that they were a symbolization of imagination, and happiness. In a way, they reminded you of Ellie. They were beautiful and full of life, and so was she.

“I know” your beloved hums in response, your peripheral catching sight of her standing in the kitchen. “What’d you get?” she asks as she watches you group together the array of purple in your gentle palms, a curious glint forming in the black of her pupils. “Lupine flowers, they reminded me of you”, you grab the empty vase that is sitting on the table and slip your wild “bouquet” into it, not noticing the smug grin that forms onto Ellies face.

“Why’s that?” another question is formulated from her lips, and you giggle to yourself, your hands cautiously lifting your glass of flowers before you turn to approach your girlfriend-who is now staring at you from the sink, her hands tightly gripping the edge of the marble. “It’s a secret”, you tease as you place the vase amongst the cool surface of the countertop, your eyes shifting to connect with hers. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and her lips are curved upward enough to be considered a smirk. You love when she’s like this. Lovingly irritated.

You reach forward to press your lips against her cheek, your arms snaring around her neck and resting atop her white t-shirt, feeling the strands of auburn hair that naturally sat along the slope of her nape. A new track on the vinyl is being spun, one that’s romantic and swell, and you can’t help but recognize the adoration that seeps off the woman in your arms. How she melts into your touch, or how she’s too shy to admit she wants more than just a peck on her cheek.

Her smile is rich, and her eyes are squinted as the apples of her cheeks are lifted and tinted such a pretty rose. “You took so long” she breathes, and it’s just now that you notice her hands found themselves purchased atop the lining of your jeans, “I really did miss you”. She squeezes the skin on your waist, her touch feeling more suggestive than it usually did. Her tone thick and wisped with desire.

“Ellie, I was only gone for like- what? Thirty minutes?”, you giggle as you shake your head at her, trying to brush away the sensation of her fingers kneading into the flesh of your lower back, just above the swell of your rear. “More like an hour”, she corrects you, and you find yourself slipping out of Ellies hold before she tempts you with her hands more than she already had. Not now, you tell yourself. Not right now.

“I didn’t realize, I’m sorry, love”, your hands intertwine with hers, fingers interlocking into each other, “it won’t happen next time, okay?”.

With a roll of her eyes, all she does is nod sweetly, and with a tug of her hands against yours, she reels you back into the warmth of her body. You two sway to the music, laughs boisterous and sweet as your bodies cling to one another. Desire obvious but forcibly concealed as the dusk slips into darkness.

The night is tranquil as you slip away, shrugging Ellie’s hands off your figure with gentle nudges. Her face lay peacefully amongst her pillow, her slow inhales of air proving she’s fallen asleep, and her nose scrunching slightly, initiating her blissful state. The clock on your nightstand reads ‘3:24 am’, and you sigh as you sit against the edge of the bed, taking a few moments to think before you trail out of the room and into the dining room. You shiver while passing every open window, watching the wind disarray the cotton curtains, their sheets rising and falling with every blow.

It’s practically intimidating as you move alongside the walls covered in memoirs of you and Ellie, her portraits of only you plastered against the white walls and- what you imagine- stay forever staring at you. You swallow it all in, remembering her sitting upon her wooden stool, a palette set in her hand as she paints you on a canvas for what feels like the millionth time. It was a good memory, but it was also one that distressed you.

“I missed you”. Her words of desperation are flooding you as you enter the kitchen, and you reinvent the scene of you two dancing earlier in the evening. Her nails digging into the curve of your waist…her teeth just barely grazing against your neck. The way you both had just pretended to revel in the music, and most definitely not in the touch of one another.

You’re trying to piece the puzzle together. The way she refuses to admire anything else but you. The way she gets whiny when you distance yourself for too long. The way she caresses your skin with a burning touch, like she wants to devour you any chance she gets. Its embarrassingly comedic, because at the end of it all, she acts humorous. A simple grin that sits on her features, acting cocky, as if she’s nonchalant and none of it ever happened. As if she hasn’t been hot on your back all day, and now you can’t find it in you to sleep properly.

You take a quick breath before deeply exhaling, realizing this just might be your first moment in months where your lover is not wrapping around you. Might. It was silent, too silent. You had not recognized the sneaking footsteps that trailed behind yours.

“Hey”, you hear Ellie speak up just behind you, her voice thick and groggy, “what’s wrong?”. You turn in a panic, watching her take slow steps toward you, her eyes squinted, and her lips pruned from her rest. Moonlight is cast through the glass of the windows, speckles of dust just barely noticeable within it as they float diligently in the air. The light is falling upon Ellie, like she’s a star in the middle of a darkened night sky, and you find yourself more shocked from her angelic aura than her sudden presence.

“I’m sorry…did I wake you?” you watch as she adjusts the sleeves of her shirt, rolling the white cuffs up the length of her arm, the inken design of ferns apparent on her fair skin. You want to admire her right now, her glow untouched even under the dim light of your shared home.

The way her reddish hair was disheveled and drawn over her face, her eyes resembling gems as they follow your every move with a glimmer. Her legs are bare, silken grey shorts clad against her lean thighs, and you swallow the lump in your throat to conceal the wanton urges you have, to feel her muscles contract against you. She is a flower. Appearing innocent while she draws closer to you-who is leaning tiredly against the kitchen counter. What a remarkable hoax.

“Yeah, I noticed you left, everything alright?”, her arms are now crossed, and her head is tilted as she inquires you, a wondrous look imbedded on her face. You can’t deny your selfish thoughts, the urge to shake her and tell her she’s the primary reason you cannot rest. That you’re worried about her, and not just for the subtle hints earlier today. Instead, for her attachment to you every day, her hyper fixation on your every dotting thought or simple step. At the same time, why is it you who feels this way? Your selfish desire to feel her desecrate your skin. To completely ruin you.

You’re breathless, wordless, speechless, and wrecked with lewd wishes. You stand there in front of her, mouth agape, and no words spoken, and she just stares, confused as to why you won’t respond.

“Babe-”

“Right now…”, you cut her sentence off short, having the audacity to finally utter a word, “Ellie, I need you right now, please”. Your plea is everything but confident, your voice meek and shy while you beg, and almost immediately after saying it you begin to regret it. But there she stands, arms still crossed and her features still appearing shocked. Only this time, she’s taken aback from your undeniable want, sexual urgency just dripping off you. Then there it is, a cocky chuckle sounding from her grinning lips.

“I thought you said you weren’t in the mood earlier”, she snickers at you, obviously smug and acting full of herself, her gaze peeling the clothes off your body by each passing second. “I know, but-“, you start, goosebumps imprinting themselves on your skin, “I just-”. You keep your mouth open to initiate a reasoning, barely processing what to say next before two hands clutch themselves onto your waist, pushing you back roughly until your back bumps against the counter.

She silences your silly panic as her lips seal around yours, molding into your face until her nose is bending into the flesh of your cheek. She’s kissing you like she’s been starved, tongue whirling across your lips until her spit is mixed into yours, creating a lewd concoction off the tips of your tastebuds. It’s delicious, and it’s absolutely vulgar the way she is ravaging your mouth, her canine snagging your bottom lip in between every moist smack, and then she’s licking you up again, her lips not giving you any chance to escape.

“Ellie” you gasp, a dribble of translucent spittle webbing onto your lower chin. You had almost forgotten to breathe. She wantonly groans against you, shutting your pleading mouth once more as she moves her face against yours, catching angles where she can explore you the deepest. Her hands waste no time defiling you, rolling across your hips until they greet the skin of your ass, clutching you through the silk of your nightgown and holding the flesh there with a tenacious grip.

“Ellie!” you pry your lips away from hers, but she chases after you again. “Fuck, wait”, your chest is heaving with every gasp of breath, “too much”. The tension is so thick that you think it will destroy you. Correction- you think Ellie will destroy you. Especially with the way her nails sank into you, fingers rolling circles into your rear, feeling her hands tease your nightgown’s hem. She’s so close to your ache, so close to feeling you.

“Too much?”, she bites her lip with a smile, reveling in the way your mouth quivers with every nearing touch to your panties, “you said you needed me”. What a mocking statement, one that was too true to deny. You had asked exactly that. “Do you not want this?”. She draws out the question, trying to act like she didn’t know every miniscule detail. Trying to act confused as to what you wanted, but it was all to tease you. She knew if she had asked this, you would plead once more. And oh, you did. Shaking your head with glossed over eyes, so full of desperation and submission, no longer embarrassed to admit just how badly you yearned for the woman in front of you.

Now thoroughly bold and acting haughty, she goes for what she’s been edging, bundling up the satin of your nightgown into the palms of her hands and lifting it upward until its drooping down onto the floor. You’re braless and feeling bare in front of her keen fixation, your tits feeling cool against the sudden lack of coverage. You didn’t know if you should feel blessed for the lack of the undergarment, or judged from the way Ellie was drinking you in.

“You’re so beautiful” she mumbles before her lips delve into the crook of your neck, teeth hooking into a chunk of skin just enough to suckle on it. She’s hasty as she feels you up, her nails pinching into your two nipples and twisting them in circular motions, admiring the way they began to swell underneath her tenderization. Now perked and stiff under the pads of her fingers, she’s got you entranced in a spell of pleasure, one that’s brutal and pinching as she encourages your sensitive skin to succumb to her tortuous will. You whimper with every drag of her tongue along your skin, purple and pink ovals blending into your skin as she leaves her possessive mark over your jawline, shoulders, and collarbone. A colorful trail of her obvious infatuation.

“Turn around”, she demands, still kneading into the swell of your breasts, relishing in the way they sat perfectly in her palms. It was like your body was a temple created solely for her to worship. “Bend over the counter. Now”. You waste no time, slightly scatterbrained from even something as simple as her touch tracing circles over your areola. Your head is spinning from all the blood that is rushing to your face, heat deluding your intelligence and leaving you ditzy. Ellie has cast a spell on you. She has made you deeply, and utterly intoxicated with her intimacy.

Your breasts expand onto the cool, marble surface, your burning skin striking a rich comparison in temperature, and you ever so slightly shiver. Ellie is quiet behind you, being slow and mysterious as she lowers to her knees. The muscles in her forearms enhancing as she holds onto your calves gingerly, moving upward toward your heat in such a tantalizing way that it seemed more punishing than pleasurable. She leaves damp, and salacious kisses along the skin of your inner thighs, her pecks echoing tones of lust, and with every nip, you feel yourself clench around thin air.

“Such a tease”, you huff out, growing impatient to her little game of edging. Her hands are now looped around your legs and sinking into the front flesh of your thighs, stilling you with a squeeze. Veins protruding with every erotic grasp. “I’m a tease?”, you feel the way her face upturns against your skin, signaling her absolute enjoyment out of this. “You’re the one who’s been avoiding me all week, barely letting me touch you”, suddenly, you feel her cup your sweltering mound, a soft gasp of shock heard from you. She only snorts as she observes the sticky heat that taints her hand. “Wow, look at you”, another firm pinch through the satin of your panties, confirming that you indeed had already been slick from her within minutes of kissing and teasing. You bite your lip from embarrassment, already predicting how she’ll use this against you later.

“Let’s take a better look at you, huh?” Ellie whispers, her pitch so low as she hooks her fingers around the hem of your underwear, letting them grow loose against your hips, just enough for her to peel it off your sopping cunt. Your lips delicately curved and throbbing as you daringly clench for what feels like the hundredth time, sucking in nothingness that you wish was her fingers. She kneads into your ass, clamping down and bringing the skin upward to really see you in full glory, the moonlight casting through the windows, enhancing the shine of your arousal.

“Pretty girl” she praises, barreling up a bubble of spit upon her tongue before she lets it descend onto the flesh of your labia. She watches it streak through the flaps, her DNA pooling downward and whirling around your weeping hole. “I want you to say sorry” your lover requests, and you- who is anxiously anticipating the stretch of her fingers- don’t seem to comprehend her orders too much. “Hm?”, you mewl, ass wiggling against her iron-like grasp.

Suddenly, a stream of pain aches through you, running up your spine and burning into your sex. Ellie has slapped you, her hand whipping against your innocent clit. You let out a cry of agony, eyes watering from her harsh abuse on the area you find most sensitive. She repeats her words, this time, slower, and full of ridicule.

“Tell me you’re sorry about earlier”

“I-I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to avoid you”, you sob out, elongated sniffles and pleads bouncing against the walls of the kitchen. Your eyes are blurred as you look across the counter, catching sight of a hazy purple. The Lupine wildflowers sitting so diligently inside the glass vase. Their symbolization meaning imagination. You could only imagine what Ellie could possibly do to you now. Who would have thought she would have you bent over at such an hour, begging continuously for her to please you into spirals of bliss?

“Atta girl”, she replies, seeming satisfied whilst she props her thumb against the heap of your clit, drawing circles along it and smothering her spit against the velvety bud. You twist your hips from the attention, soft sighs lulling from your lips. Yes, you think to yourself. Yes.

She halts your rocking with a clamp on your thigh, but you could care less about the bruises she might leave, feeling absolutely intrigued as her middle and ring finger dance against your entrance. “Yes- please” you coo as you feel her thumb flick against the thick flesh of your clit, drool swarming in the corners of your mouth as she finally eases her two lengthy fingers inside.

Everything else in this world holds no meaning. Its just you and Ellie right now, bodies finding ways to connect in the most sensual ways, and you never want it to end. She has you so prettily sprawled out against the countertop, eyes sealed shut as you swallow her fingers in, deeper and deeper, your dripping amusement happily slicking against her, all the way to the top of her knuckles.

She’s an expert at this, especially after her many nights seducing you. Her fingers search around within you, finding the swell amongst your fleshy warmth, and then curling her fingers upward so she hits the bumpy tissue. She fucks you divinely, her two fingers easing out just to greet that spot again with a quick thrust, repeating the action as she keeps her thumb sending sparks of friction along your abused clit.

The sounds are just so tastefully dirty, your soaking wet mess squelching with every pump of Ellies fingers inside you, and your angelic moans and breathy whines accommodating it. What a scene this was. Ellie fucking your sloppy cunt as your ass stays perked in the air for her, legs trembling with every blissful pump, and your hands desperately searching for something to hold on to as your loving girlfriend draws you closer and closer. Her loving praises are everlasting as you take her so obediently.

“Oh-oh Ellie”, you wish to tell her you’re close, that her curled fingers are doing a number on you, but all that slips past your lips is gibberish and sweet sounds of pleasure, your eyes rolled far back into your sockets. So much that all you can see is black and splashes of white with every clench around her.

Abruptly, you feel the warmth of her lips suction against your sex, her tongue drawing a long stripe through your lips and up to your bud, kissing your ache away as her momentum picks up, fingers going faster with eagerness to see you crumble.

You feel abused, so much that it feels like her pleasure is too much, and you can’t find any humanity in you as everything is growing hazy and unclear. Your body feels like jelly with every lick of her tongue, so numb and lifeless as she does it over and over again, all until you’re heaving tremendously, stomach rising and falling with every sound you make.

You’re coming undone just from her fingers, not noticing her laughing in utter amusement behind you. Not only did you soak her, but your orgasm spurted out and was coated all over the floor. You’re dripping, release easing down the slope of your inner thighs as Ellie slips her fingers away from you.

Ellie Williams made you squirt. She really wouldn’t let you forget about this, not when you gave her such a show.

“Fuck, you’re messy”, she teases, her clamping hold on your thigh releasing. She stands from her kneeling position swiftly, her arms going to wrap around you to keep your stance straightened. Her face is soiled, smeared with your essence, and her temples are glued down with beads of sweat. But yet, she is satisfied with your taste lingering on her tongue.

You still can’t focus properly after that ripping state of euphoria that took over you, your naked body feeling cold and limp from your beloved’s torture. You only hum in annoyance, letting her cling to you like this, forgetting all about your worries that had corrupted you prior.

You focus your eyesight, vision still foggy from exhaustion. The sight of purple illuminated in front of you. The Lupine wildflowers. They remind you of her. It's always the same.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up”, the auburn-haired girl whispers, lifting you from the counter, sweat from your torso slick over the top. She guides you toward the bathroom, passing all the memoirs of you two for a second time.

The portraits of you still plastered on the walls the same way they had been before. Watching Ellie hold on to you the way she had always wanted to. Staring.