#and maybe the funniest ask i've ever gotten also

[raptorrobot]

I had a dream where i saw some of your art and I have no idea of this piece actually exists or if I imagined it but it was like. Sisyphus prime minos prime and Gabriel sitting at a bar together and then there was a big gap and then icarus prime was sitting there too except he was sitting separately from.the others but Gabriel had his head resting on his hands propped up on his elbows and gazing at icarus like.some lovesick schoolgirl while sis and min looked on disgustedly. Icarus was like. Lounging on his barstool somehow too it was super gay

i immediately dropped fucking everything i was doing to draw this

[nayomi247]

okay okay that uh ideal partner headcannon post with lucifer where you said he would fall for you over your smile got me REELING. Can you do some headcannons (maybe a little story if your so kind o great one) about a reader who doesn't smile/laugh very often and one day Lucifer sees them just totally let loose; like maybe they see an old friend or they get super drunk or whatever, but basically they are nothing but smiles and giggles and Lucifer is 100% smitten.

You've Got A Smile That Could Light Up This Whole Town

A/N: THIS IS SO CUTE. Definitely one of my favorite requests that I've gotten. Writing Lucifer as a complete simp is my kryptonite. Thank you so much for the ask btw<3

Pairing: Lucifer/f!reader

Contents: Fluff, Pining, drunken confessions, alcohol, drinking, Lucifer being a simp

Work under the cut🤞🏻

You had never been much of a smiler. You weren't depressed of course, and you were a happy person, but you just.. didn't smile.

A lot of people had asked you if you had some sort of trauma, or even if you had something wrong with you. You never let it bother you though. You knew it wasn't necessarily 'normal' but you didn't care, you were happy with who you were.

Now, here in hell, not many people smile, for obvious reasons. It's easier to blend in now and not have to deal with constant questions. Though many people at the hotel you're staying at think it's a bit odd. They have one person who smiles constantly, and another that doesn't smile at all. They think it's best not to question it.

Though one person, Lucifer, thinks of it, or more specifically you, more than he probably should. He may be the devil, but he still smiles and what not.

You're sat at the bar, a drink in hand and chatting along with Husk. Angel sits beside you, also pitching in every once in a while. Nearby, Lucifer sits in the lobby mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

He looks up every once in a while, occasionally listening in to what you have to say or what the conversation topic is.

After a while, and an amount of drinks that you can't even count, you start to loosen up. A small smile here or there at a story Husk tells or a little giggle at Angel's jokes.

Lucifer decides he's had enough of whatever he was doing, making his way up to the bar and sits down on a stool beside you. He doesn't say much, only smiling a bit at your soft smiles or chuckling along with you.

As time goes on, your laughs get slightly louder and your smiles linger for longer. But after Husk tells what your drunken self thinks is the funniest story ever, you burst into laughter.

It takes everyone by surprise, seeing you, the person who never smiles turning red and shedding tears over a story.

Lucifer though, turns a deep shade of red at seeing you like this. You're smile is beautiful to him. He wishes he could see it all the time. If this is the way to get you to smile and laugh, then by God he'll drink with you every night.

You continue to laugh, almost on the floor as he stares in awe. Why don't you smile like this all the time? Are you insecure? If so, you shouldn't be.

Finally realizing that he's staring, like a creep, he quickly turns to Husk. He needs more alcohol in his system if he's gonna see you like this all night.

"Uh- Husk?" He stutters out and Husk looks over to him a bit confused, as well as Angel and you. He flushes a bit more at the sudden attention, but quickly composes himself.

"Can I get an um.. a- drink..please." He once again stutters. Get a grip Lucifer! "Sure.." Husk replies, almost as if to question him. "What kind?"

"Hm?" Lucifer asks, thinking he was already done with having to talk. "What kind of drink?" Husk says almost like it's obvious, which it kind of is.

"Ah, okay.. um, anything apple flavored...please." Husk nods and Lucifer pulls out his phone, trying to act like he isn't a complete mess just by hearing you laugh.

Meanwhile, you start a conversation with Angel, your laughs and snickers filling the room once more. Lucifer doesn't even pay attention to what's on his screen, instead he listens in to what you're talking about. He doesn't even really care what the topic is, just that he can hear you.

Husk hands him the finished drink and he downs it like a man who was deprived of water for days. Husk, a bit surprised, but used to seeing people this way, makes him another.

A similar cycle continues for a while, you laughing, Lucifer finishing his drink, and Husk making him a new one.

Eventually, Lucifer gets to the point where he can barely remember where he's at. The only things remaining on his mind are you and your sweet laugh.

Husk and Angel finally decide its time for bed, leaving the two of you alone, still sitting at the bar. You scoot a bit closer, changing to a chair that's beside him.

You notice the way he seems to be out of it. His eyes half lidded, mouth slack, and breathing labored. "You okay..?" You ask. Your thoughts are also all over the place. You probably won't even remember this interaction tomorrow.

He shakes his head and looks to you, blinking himself back to reality. "Y-yeah, I'm good." He laughs and takes yet another sip from the glass in front of him. You've been watching him subtly throughout the night, surprised he hasn't killed himself yet from the amount of alcohol he's consumed.

"I'm surprised you're still conscious." You chuckle, and he remembers why he started drinking in the first place. The light redness on his face from the alcohol burns darker. He chugs down the rest of what's in his glass.

"Uh- yeah.. haha. I have a pretty high tolerance with this stuff." He hiccups, his words slurring ever so slightly. "Y'know, being-" another hiccup "The king of Hell and all." He finished.

You giggle lightly, the liquor in your system making you feel fuzzy and light. He smiles at seeing that he was the one to get that reaction from you.

You both continue to talk for a while, well you do, he mostly just listens, only really focusing on your features; your eyes, hair, lips, anything he can.

Then, out of nowhere, "You're really pretty."

"What?" You ask, a bit flustered. "Where'd that come from?" You question, a small smile still on your lips as you tilt your head.

"I just-" hic "Think you're.. beautiful." He confesses. Your face flushes pink as you rack through your brain trying to find a response. "O-oh.. thank you!" You curse yourself for stuttering.

He leans forward, face only inches from yours. His face is red and his eyes are droopy. He looks like he's about to pass out. "And- your smile. Its gorgeous. It's-" hic "A shame you don't smile often. If every word I said could make you smile, or laugh, I'd never stop talking." He slurs.

"Lucifer, what are you on about?" You question with a bit of a nervous giggle. He smiles and brings a hand up to hold your cheek. You don't protest.

"I mean I like you. Like, really like you. I don't remember the last time I ever felt this way about someone other than Lilith." He smiles softly at you. "You could even say that, I love you."

You freeze and your brain short circuits. He.. loves you? The king of hell, loves... you? You can't wrap your head around it at all. Seeing how you react, Lucifer somewhat comes to his senses. "Shit. I- uhm." He pulls away from you and looks down to his dangling feet. "I probably shouldn't have came on that strong. I'm sorry. I understand if you don't wanna-" He's cut off by the feeling of your lips on his. His eyes widen in surprise, but his hand eventually finds it way back to its previous spot on your cheek and he pulls you in closer.

Once you pull away, he comes back to reality and he tries to speak, but fails to form a single word. You take it as an opportunity to talk instead. "I guess you could say that I love you too." You smile widely.

Lucifer just pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you and vowing to never let you hide that beautiful smile of yours ever again.

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I'm so glad I was finally able to get this out. It was a bit rushed at the end, and I'm not too haply with it but I figured this is the best it's gonna get so mind as well not fuss over it anymore.

Once again thank you so much for the request, and for anyone else that has sent any in I promise I'll start working on them and hopefully have one or two out by the end of this week.

Just a warning that I do have finals coming up, so as before I might not be as active with writing, but I'll try my best to do what I can. Sorry I was gone for so long!!

{Taglist}

@wonderlandangelsposts

[nesperus]

hello! i know you don't know me but i wanna say 2 things

your art is great!! :D

i follow the taylor swift tag because i like the singer and i've seen the dnd character pop up a few times. obviously its not an issue i love seeing the art but i am so curious. why is that character named taylor swift. like just for shits and giggles? sorry if this is weird i have just been wondering for so long dsjkfds

hope u have a great day :)

i hope you know this is maybe the funniest ask i’ve ever gotten, i’m so sorry taylor swift (the singer) fans

okay so 1) thank you so much!!!! that’s too kind :oD and 2) it’s kinda a bit in the podcast where a specific player will name his characters after popular celebrities — the two other characters he’s played in the same family tree are named “meryl streep” and “glenn close” to give you an idea (and his brother plays a character named “jodie foster,” so)

that is the easiest way i can explain it to you (so yea, hit the nail on the head with the “for shits and giggles”) thing (but also this character lives in the future? and taylor swift is a real person in the campaign? so maybe he’s actually named after her? or his dad was just really stupid) but if you want to know more facts about taylor swift the teenager here you go:

- his best friend is a fan of taylor swift (the singer) in canon

- he’s been decapitated (he was fine though dw)

- he’s 1/4 demon and literally does not care or have an identity crisis over it because he just thinks it makes him cooler

have a wonderful day and tysm for the ask i hope this helps

[bluegekk0]

Is Grimm a brony?

Anon, this has to be the funniest ask I've ever gotten. The complete lack of context just makes it.

Ok but jokes aside I do think he would actually watch it . He wouldn't be a part of the community, it'd be more like something he'd watch in his spare time, maybe have it on while he's doing his paperwork or working on something else. Would he think it's cheesy? Absolutely, but I think he'd find the positive vibe and optimism quite charming. Maybe he'd also watch it with FPK, who would definitely appreciate something uplifting whenever he's anxious. I don't think either of them would dismiss something just because it was intended for children, I know Grimm would definitely be open to appreciating all kinds of media, he's the type to give everything a chance regardless of its intended audience. And FPK would just like something that makes him feel nice and gives him just a little bit of hope. I could even see him humming some of the songs while in his workshop (or, if we're talking about the modern AU, his electronic repair workbench).

[starry-blue-echoes]

Okay so for the Cult of the Diamond au, consider this: Jolyne in prison, her ass just freshly gotten stone free, and there's whispers about the cult her uncle runs around the prisoners. Nobody says a thing out loud, ofc, especially around the guards, but there's evidence of the cult's influence being worshipped. Sapphire and Diamond shrines in cells, a few Peridot sigil tattooed onto some women as all-seeing eyes, things like that. And then she probably makes the connection that the cult was run by Stand users and other tidbits her daddy-o the Opal oh so kindly left out, so what's the most logical thing for her to do? Why, become the newest religious figure in the cult, monikering herself as the Euclase, a trickster deity of chaos who has a vendetta against Pucci for trapping her within the prison to prevent her influence. Things randomly falling apart like clothes? That's the Euclase. Someone got beaten up mysteriously and without a trace of her assailant? Oh she just angered the Euclase don't worry about that. Hermes and FF are just sitting by with popcorn as Jolyne proceeds to accidentally copy what Josuke did when he first started the cult and soon gains her own flock of followers.

UERBGHRBVHRCER Y e s s s s s s s s s s s s

Jolyne uses every bit and scrap of knowledge she can remember from taking with Josuke and his friends to make it convincing. Jotaro ends up helping during his escape attempt, more or less as a back up plan since while he sure as hell isn't leaving without his daughter, he is aware of the fact that things can and have gone wrong and it'd be best to at least give Jolyne a foundation of sorts to work with

Euclase is a GREAT pick, it's absolutely gorgous and some of the patterns I've found remind me a lot of Stone Free's strings

The Euclase being a trickster is also a really fun idea to play with. The Euclase is a free spirit doing as it pleases and going where it wishes. However, despite it's flipant nature, the Euclase is far from cruel. In fact, those who trap others, who take advantage of others, who use tricks for nothing but harm and cruelty, those are the people the Euclase hates the most

Pucci H A T E S the religion and the cult with a burning passion, especially since he's aware of the fact it's just a bunch of Stand Users "trying to play god" (he ofc fails to see the irony), but all his attempts at stamp it out in the prision have only resulted in the followers being more of a tight knit group

and ofc, Hermes and Foo think this is the funniest shit ever and eventually ask if they can get roped in too (maybe Hermes could be Tourmaline since there's a varitey (Watermelon Tourmaline) that can have a yellow-ey color and pink in it, though I'm not super sure for Foo)

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC Questionnaire

Thanks to @illarian-rambling here and here, @somethingclevermahogony here and here, @mk-writes-stuff here, @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife here,

Rules: answer the questions for your OCs, then ask three more questions to others!

Tagging @blind-the-winds @little-peril-stories @buffythevampirelover @eccaiia @dyrewrites @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @willtheweaver @chauceryfairytales @reininginthefirewriting + ANYONE

These accidentally built up. Since I got tagged multiple times this may be a little long. I will do one OC per set.

#1- Robbie

What's your favorite type of weather?

“I mean, I guess I like it when it's cloudy, maybe even a bit gray. It feels cozy, I guess. Especially if it's cold, because then you have an excuse to stay inside.”

Who was the last person you told a secret to?

“Probably Akash. He knows my secrets better than me.”

Have you ever broken a bone?

“There was a ramp up to the playground in kindergarten, and I slipped and broke my arm on the ramp. It was the day before the talent show, so I had to go on stage with a cast.

More Robbie: OC in fifteen, OC in three, two truths and a lie, picrew

#2- Gwen

What's a childhood fear you had?

“I think it was...that I would one day find an evil clone of myself. Or a dark version of me. I guess it was all the cartoons I watched! (Laughs) I suppose those things happen a lot less in real life.”

What's in your pockets?

“My drumsticks. I developed a habit of twirling them when anxious or bored. Thankfully I've gotten boy's pants for years so I can have better pockets.”

Ever considered therapy?

I'm assuming this is post-Pt2

“What? No, I-- *sigh* I don't need therapy. I'm needed elsewhere.”

More Gwen: OC in three, picrew

#3- Maddie

Salty, spicy, or sweet?

“Spicy. I enjoy the risk.”

What is your favorite game or sport?

“Hm. Anything Mario related. But I'm really good at Mario Kart.”

What was the last thing you threw away?

“The instructions for the LEGO set I just built. The Batmobile, for the record.”

More Maddie: OC in three, picrew, two truths and a lie, filled in Bingo

#4- Noelle

What’s your favourite food?

“Saying I have a favorite food is ridiculous. It's food - if it's good, it's good. I guess anything my mom made. And I like to think my cooking is good. I like doing it at least. I couldn't pick a favorite.”

What’s the worst joke you’ve ever heard?

“Any that comes out of Robbie's mouth. (Pause) I think that was a little rude. Parker - he thinks he's a lot funnier than he is.”

If you could go anywhere in the world to visit, where would it be?

“I'd like to go wherever my dad is. Talk to him. See why he and my mom aren't together anymore.”

More Noelle: OC in fifteen, OC in three, filled in Bingo

#5- Jedi

What do you do for work?

“Oh, I love my work. I have a doctorate in the power database. I run constant tests on DNA from different Alii to compare their genetic makeup so the database remains accurate and thorough. I make notes of trends among the abilities of different Levels, as well as noting the subpowers, and how those subpowers look on a genetic Level. I am currently working with my dear friend Carmen to study the long-term effects of Alii who grew up on Ceteri, and how their powers develop throughout their adolescence.”

How much sleep do you get?

(pause, rubs the back of his neck) “I do have insomnia, so I get a normal amount of sleep for that. I may take medication to fall asleep occasionally, but I am usually reading or running diagnostic tests.”

What’s your favourite animal?

“I am particularly fond of kitsunes and water foxes. I also always wanted a pet ferretsnake, as well.”

More Jedi: OC in three, Picrew, acearo smash or pass

#6- Kelsey

Who would you miss the most if they left?

“Maddie. She's been my best friend for years. I wouldn't know what to do without her.”

What is the funniest thing you have ever done?

“Not check the bathroom stall lock in second grade. It's how I met Maddie though, so I'm grateful I did that. I also put on a handmade puppet play for my cousins a few years ago. Improvised the whole thing.”

Who cares about you the most?

“Maddie. And Hye-Jin. They've never stopped caring about me, even though they show it completely differently.”

More Kelsey: OC in three, picrew (now inaccurate since I'm dying her hair black), filled in Bingo

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

Alright, you've made it this far. Here are the questions:

What is on your nightstand? If you don't have a nightstand, what would you put on it if you did?

What are some of your hobbies?

What is your system for organization?

[mercurial-vroom]

Hi Meg!

I just finished binge reading GTG and hopped on straight here to yap about it.

I don't think I've EVER had this much fun reading any fic!!! The humour was, the EASTER EGGS from irl F1, the pace, the group dynamic and ofc CarCar!! You guys are absolute geniuses! The jokes during the group interactions were especially my favourite but nothing will beat the utter chaos of the gc when Lando outed CarCar. I had to legit stop reading to laugh at that one for at least a couple of minutes straight!!

And your Charles has got to be my most favourite Charles from ANY fic based in ANY universe!! Loved loved loveddddd his ditzy characterisation.

If you do actually end up writing more for this universe - which I hope you do - I sure hope you consider writing a gc interaction at some point. I would totally not mind the entire spin off or multiple chapters being solely in the chat format. You guys are hilarious, your humour is top notch and so is your writing so I'm sure you'd COOOOOK with it!! And I'd gobble it up!!

Okay that's enough rambling haha. Just, thank you for writing this beautiful fic and for sharing it with the CarCar fandom. We definitely need more CarCar enthusiasts like you to keep this ship sailing!

Wahhhh this is the absolute kindest ask I've ever gotten! Thank you so much!!! ❤️❤️❤️ We had just so so so much fun writing Grill the Grid, and it makes me immensely happy that people are getting even a fraction of the same joy and laughter out of reading it that we got from writing it.

And I am definitely planning to add more to the GTG-verse! At the risk of making promises I may not 100% deliver on, we already have a couple ideas that we're considering for little bonus oneshots or follow-ups (none are guaranteed to actually be written, but we're having lots of fun spitballing concepts):

An entirely groupchat-based spin-off, like you said! I wrote all the messaging bits in the original story, and they were so fun to do... the texts from the "CarCar get caught" scene in Ch 9 came out of me literally jolting awake at like 4am one day with them having popped into my head fully formed, and I had to frantically type them up in my notes app before I went back to sleep and forgot all about them.

Something Maxiel focused - Their developing background relationship was a really fun part of the story to write, so I've definitely been thinking about ways to make them the focus of a spin-off... either something going back into how their relationship came to be/what they really got up to at that holiday party, or maybe something in the future, like a fluffy little oneshot of Max helping Daniel come up with questions for a week he's not going to be there (including lots of couple-y bickering and subsequent makeup sex, ofc).

The Chaotic Adventures of Charles - My husband sent me this idea in the middle of a workday last week, and I can't stop laughing every time I think about it. 😭😭😭 The idea of Charles getting into Situations all day and then having a Slumdog Millionaire-esque sweep of trivia that night (to everyone else's immense surprise) based on the random things he learned is soooo funnysilly to me. He is allegedly drafting up an outline for me of this and was responsible for most of Charles's funniest lines/general aura in Grill the Grid, so we will see!

4. Galex? - I adored writing Galex's dynamics and would love to write a whole spinoff chapter that focuses on them, but I am stumped by the fact that I never actually decided whether they are together or just, like, intense platonic soulmates. So maybe that's something to be explored? Though I also don't want to ruin their intentional aura of mystery!

5. CarCar in Spain - I've thought a little "meeting the family" oneshot of Carlos and Oscar in Spain for the holidays could be fun... possibly alongside snippets of a trivia night back in Austin that goes very unsuccessfully without their presence, lol.

Anyway, for anyone who enjoyed Grill the Grid enough to read through this entire stream-of-consciousness text wall -- would love to hear what type of spin-offs you'd be most excited to see, or if there are other ideas or characters you think could be fun to explore!! ❤️

[ltwharfy]

1, 8, 11, 12 (for the fandom ask game)

List 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)

The "Bob's Burgers" fandom is creative- I'm often blown away by the fanart, fics, headcanons, and other forms of creativity on display.

It's pretty good natured- even when folks disagree about things or don't like certain characters, episodes, ships, etc., they are never really that nasty about it.

And it's pretty funny- a lot of the posts from folks in the fandom make me chuckle, which is good because we're talking about a comedy show and if I wanted social media that made me depressed or angry I'd go back to following politics on Twitter.

(Note: This is discussing the "Bob's Burgers" fandom as I've experienced it on tumblr. It sounds like Facebook, Reddit and other places may not be as great. Which is why I limit my Facebook use to interacting with folks I actually know and limit my Reddit use to none.)

8. You hope more people will come to appreciate...

Peter Pescadero. I think he might be the most underrated recurring character on the show. He's pretty much always doing something interesting and has a lot of killer lines. I'd love it if he showed up more often and his friendship with Gene was established more.

11. If you are an artist or a writer, what piece of art are you proud of making?

I could probably (hopefully) give reasons I'm proud of all of my fics, but I think I'll single out "For the Boy Who Has (Allergies to) Everything" here. This is my "House of 1,000 Bounces" prologue telling the story of how the Belcher kids came up with the idea of getting Rudy a pepper spray holster to use for his asthma. This was my first time writing Belcher sibling dialogue and I really enjoyed it. I think some of the lines I give Gene the funniest things I've written, and overall I feel like out of all my fics this is the one that could be most easily turned into a scene from an actual episodes. (Not that that is the goal of fic, but it's still fun to write something that feels like that.)

Also, I want to promote it as it is one of my least read stories about Rudy and Louise, probably because I only tagged it under the friendship tag not the romance tag (but that makes sense-to me- because it is set before "Bob Actually"...)

12. Compliment someone else in your fandom

I enjoy @dianadeadwing's art sooooooo much! I think I end up reblogging basically everything she shares! She does things in a number of different styles and they are all wonderful!

In particular, her "Adventure" painting for Day 2 of Roudise Week might be my favorite piece of "Bob's Burgers" fanart ever. If I could buy a print or a poster of it, I would. It bounces around in my brain occasionally like I am trying to think up a fic idea inspired by it, but i haven't gotten much further than "something about this makes me think of some Gaslight Anthem songs..." But maybe someday!

[neonscandal]

Hi ....Do you mind if I ask your top 5 (or top 10) favorite moments from any anime (can be series or movies)? Sorry if you have already answered this ask before.....

This is an incredible ask which inherently will come with some serious spoilers! This was also really tricky trying to determine what makes something my favorite - was it the funniest? The craziest? The biggest plot twist? I used the benchmark of what moments do I wish I could watch for the very first time, all over again. I broke the difference with eight, hope you don't mind!

⚠️ Spoiler Warning covers the following series (specific benchmarks will be given) for Sk8 the Infinity, Attack on Titan, My Hero Academia, Yuri on Ice, Trigun, Fushiigi Yuugi.

SK8 the Infinity S1 E6, allusion to S1 E10

Starting off light! One would assume that one of the most iconic scenes in Sk8 is the slap heard round the world but I found that more heartbreaking than anything. My favorite moment of Sk8 is easily Miya cockblocking Joe on the beach because what a flex, first of all. Secondly, the build up and subsequent (unknowing) teamwork of our favorite motley crew of skaters? 😘👌🏾 Chef's Kiss and *peak* comedy.

Attack on Titan S3 E16

I could talk at length about the exquisite exposition of Attack on Titan and how each rewatch sprouts new easter eggs of foreshadowing as the world unfurls for the viewer. But the truth is, out of the entire series, the moment that I would want to rewatch for the first time is Erwin's rallying speech in Shinganshina. In addition to inspiring goosebumps and anxiety when I hear it, it is a perfect storm of emotions as concurrent events unfolding are all coming to a head. It's a wretched life and a hopeless situation made worse by the all-or-nothing corner they've been backed into. The standoff is more poignant as it's a reckoning of Erwin's own past of valiantly using others as cannon fodder if only as a means to a strategic end. A man we now know to be possessed by the obsession of proving his father right, presses forward ceaselessly while never seeing a future beyond that and we're never given the time to fully digest that. "A Perfect Game", indeed. The speech manages to be heart wrenching every time. Including when the dub pops up in my music library.

Yuri on Ice S1 E10

Hot Take: Every sports anime is a BL. You cannot convince me otherwise. BUT THIS WORK OF ART!? Literally the exception that proves the rule. Episode 7 was GOOD. Like, "ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod, IT'S HAPPENING!" good. Episode 10 was a cultural reset ✨ and what I wouldn't give to see it for the first time all over again. From the viewer's perspective, Viktor picked up his life with one foot in a relationship when he decided to coach Yuuri. It was alluded to, hinted at, his susceptibility of Yuuri's affection should it ever be thrown his way but in an almost detached, puckish manner. A manner that frazzled Yuuri so he could never take it seriously. So what a comedy of errors to know, after finally finding a working rhythm and even exchanging rings, that Yuuri was the one who made the first move!? OMG. Iconic plot twist, truly. The bonus evidence of his champagne fueled revelry is one of my all time favorite bonus sequences.

My Hero Academia S3 E18, S6 E9 and Heroes Rising (Indirect Manga Spoiler Ch 337)

Maybe a bit biased since I'm most plugged into this series at the moment (I like GIFs and only get 9 a post), but here's a treasure trove of moments! I've recently gotten my niece and nephew into MHA and rewatched everything from S1 to the current season and all movies while seeing how they digest everything. I tried to tweet about it because it's truly novel seeing things for the first time through their eyes but didn't really keep up with it. Since I'm reading the manga (and need to pick back up on posting about it), I have a renewed perspective on certain moments so see below:

Iida rallying Aoyama from the figurative edge during the provisional exam and how it inspired Aoyama to sacrifice himself so someone he perceives as noble can be slingshot across the finish line. Humorous of course since we know Iida was like a hair away from murder a season or so ago. When this last ditch effort unites the rest of Class 1A and serves as an impetus for them all to pass together? BRUH. With what we've seen of Aoyama and what we later learn, rewatching this scene actually made me a bit more emotional as it added a layer to his duress that we don't comprehend just yet.

Bakugo's hero moment which mirrored Midoriya's own hero origin story. Don't get me wrong, Bakugo is no stranger to sacrificing himself. He and Midoriya make it a habit of saving one another. But this specific moment marks itself indelibly as deliberate insight into Bakugo's character growth because we hear his thoughts in that moment which seems to mirror Midoriya's. TBH, the episode was good but reading that for the first time? Phenomenal. It felt more impactful somehow.

The final fight scene against Nine with everyone coordinating to use their quirks to the best of their abilities while knowing they were outclassed. Bakugo and Midoriya seamlessly working together and then the (non-canonical IG) transfer of OFA with Deku risking quirklessness again and Bakugo warning him against it. *Cue Sarah McLachlan-esque soundtrack.*

Trigun (OG Run) S1 E 23

I slipped down the Adult Swim to Toonami pipeline of anime so Trigun was one of the first anime I fell in love with and kicked off an enduring adoration for characters voiced by Johnny Yong Bosch. Wolfwood's showdown with Evergreen and the subsequent scene at the church as he makes his peace before dying forever altered my brain chemistry. On the one hand, I loved Wolfwood's character as he played off of Vash so well, comedically. At odds but similarly aligned in the greater good though the means to the end weren't always in sync. I could appreciate the dissonance of his character, holy man who kills; unsavory priest, etc. So I would have been sad to see him go either way, but the life he imagined for himself as he was dying? Knife in the heart. Knowing that ultimately, legendary gunslinger Vash the Stampede made such a visceral impression on this ne'er do well priest, moreso than the God he served and that that was his undoing? Twist that knife, baby. That last bit I can appreciate much better as an adult where, as a kid, I could understand how moved I was without realizing the complexity of it. Truly devastating.

Fushigi Yugi S1 E33

I'm realizing that a lot of my favorite characters tend to be really irreverent and rough around the edges. These very same characters tend to have compelling depth beyond their surface level brashness and character growth that stays with me. Such is the case with the graceful and beautiful Nuriko of the Suzaku warriors. As a kid and also for a series of that period, I could understand that Nuriko had a rich complexity and appreciate the relief that they were accepted wholeheartedly by Miaka and the warriors. The character was so deeply steeped in grief that it defined them and muddled their identity over the course of their life. Upon finding a new mission, they were able to come into themselves but only by slowly letting that grief go. So it is ironic that this person, shortly after finding peace in who they were, was marked for a death that would critically galvanize Miaka and the rest of the warriors to carry on and see the mission through to the very end. This episode became a core memory and I distinctly remember bawling.

[oumaheroes]

(You’ve probably already gotten the same ask from several other people before me aasfjsjsj but) now it’s your turn 💖 you’ve gotta tell us what your own favourites are/what your most proud of 💖✨ (and why!)

OKAY THIS WAS HARDER THAN I THOUGHT AND I CAN'T PICK

I'm going to take this opportunity and your kindness to babble long and hard about my babies so forgive me

I really REALLY like The Artist and The Captain. Nations seen and described from mortals' perspective is just d e l i c i o u s and I think I did a good job with these. I want to do more!

I also really like Fatigue. I've written a lot of FrUK conversations abut serious topics, them being introspective and intimate and quiet with the weight of history around them, but I think I finally got close to hitting the nail on the head with this one

I think Lightning Storm is my favourite Arthur Matt interaction as it's them both realising, for the first time, that their relationship power balance is shifting. Arthur isn't this untouchable thing anymore and Matthew isn't a child. But I think my favourite interactions, or them together in general, come from It's All About the Delivery which is my baby ;u; There is too much I love about this fic to list

I think the funniest things I've ever written are All Tied Up for FrUK and Road Trip for the UK bros. Both I've reread so many times and make me chuckle, which I've very happy about

I really like Morbid Fascination because it's the only time I've written the BFT and I think I nicely touched on both Gilbert's mortality, and how the rest of the trio feel about it.

I really like Reflections because it's soft FrUK without FrUK even speaking in the story at all. It was also a good challenge to write something intentionally from someone else's perspective and I really like how this came out

LASTLY I PROMISE, I really love Wake and Reminders. I can't pin down why; they're really memorable to me maybe because they're short and sharp and getstraight to the point of what I wanted to stay. I also think like some lines and pieces of desctiption for both

Now, for the thing I am most proud of: It's a mostly unpublished Cardverse AU. It's so long, so complicated and complex, and contains some of my best writing. The plot itself, the descriptions, the characters and their arcs... damn it just hurts my heart, I love it so much. I really need to write it out in full even if it's just for me and the idealist to cry about. I'm SO proud of this baby, it's me writing long fic at my best and I really want to get it out one day!

[jamiewintons]

ayooooo lets go!! also omg, i cant believe i never noticed there's a curry emoji before?? lowkey disappointed in myself rn haha

but i wanna know these pls!! 💛 btw you're stunning!! and so is your writing! 😆💛

🍛 🍣 🍥 🍙

-pink-booty-butts

🍛 Have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics every made you laugh or cry or both?

For sure!!! Both you and @demontoucansam leave some of the funniest and nicest tags I've ever read on my fics! And whenever says something nice I almost cry 😆

🍣 What helps you focus or get in the mood to write?

My ADHD meds definitely, and just a bit of inspiration. I also need things to be very quiet.

🍥 What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Ooh, that's difficult! I do have a big soft spot for 'Stress Relief' since it's the first smut fic I ever wrote, so maybe that!

🍙 Is there a fic you wish had gotten more attention?

There's a few tbh but if I had to pick one it would probably be 'Making Up For Lost Time'! I quite liked that one.

@pink-booty-butts

Fic Writer Asks

[dandylovesturtles]

Leo had heard that he lost an arm in the future from Casey. He hadn't wanted to hear much about it.

Really, he hadn't wanted to hear much of anything about his future self - this Master Leonardo. The man who liberated Krang work camps and saved whole families singlehandedly and lead the last of civilization through its darkest days. The man who saw two of his brothers die and then asked for the sacrifice of a third. What kind of man was that? One Leo could never hope to measure up to. One he wasn't sure he wanted to see.

When he let himself think about it too much, he conjured up all kinds of terrible visions - a Master Leonardo who was battle hardened and tough as nails, who moved his soldiers around the field like pawns on a chessboard. A Master Leonardo who still saw his old failures and was disgusted by them. A Master Leonardo who would find him incredibly lacking, who would wonder if the split off future was in good hands after all.

And then he walked in to meet their next opponents.

And he was

big

strong

missing an arm

and

kind.

Kind enough to reach out to a Leo he could not even see and try to shake his hand. Kind enough to care for another younger Leo, one who had also lost an arm. It radiated out from him, and Leo saw a Master Leonardo who had pushed through the apocalypse not through battle worn wariness or by locking himself off from the world but through love, an immense love that could never be depleted.

And if that Leo could go through all the horrors he saw and come out the other end with nothing but kindness and strength and love to give

then maybe this Leo could, too.

...

you didn't think my silly joke reblog was going to be it did you

I feel so honored to have come to know Ell through this fandom. They are one of the sweetest and funniest people I have ever gotten to know, and they're a joy to interact with. Ell, I hope you know I treasure our friendship and I've really loved getting to know you more all this time!

Writing IMBI has really been quite the experience for me; besides being the longest thing I've ever written, it's gotten so much success, and Ell's fanart was a big part of what launched my fic's popularity. I'm so happy that I was able to return the favor even a little by helping encourage 2 Arms Left, one of my favorite series of ROTTMNT fan content/fan content of anything ever!

If you aren't familiar with 2 Arms Left go read it, go read it now. It's so good and Ell has put so much thought into it. It's a labor of love!

Like Ell I won't encourage you to vote one way or the other; follow your heart, give your vote where you think it's deserved, etc etc.

(But you know if you guys tied us I wouldn't complain about that. xoxo)

Anyway thanks again Ell for everything so far and here's to more fun in the future!!!

Two Arms Left - intotheelliwoods @intotheelliwoods

I May Be Invisible But I Still Look Good - dandylovesturtles @dandylovesturtles

[sirdust]

Check Twitter A24 just made a statement they're planning on releasing Hazbin Hotel as a live action series :( they hired Nic Cage to play Alastor

screaming crying shitting my pants

[romantisto]

It's (not) a Revenge

Pairing: Arisu Ryohei x Suguru Niragi

Warnings: noncon, drunk sex, face spitting, face ejaculation, top!arisu & bottom!niragi

Summary: Arisu just fucks the shit out of Niragi to make him feel like trash

Niragi felt a bit dazed and confused. He was in a dark room, along with Arisu who was drinking some kind of drink. Maybe it was beer but he wasn't sure.

He was sitting in the bed, staring at Ryohei. His mind still lacked to remember how they both ended in there, but Arisu seemed to be slowly getting changed. He turned his face up, staring straight at Niragi.

“Oi, Arisu. The fuck we doing in here?” Niragi asked but the other didn't really respond.

He just got up, put the drink bottle aside and approached Suguru. He didn't understand, getting up quickly, but before he could run to the door, Arisu pushed him onto the bed.

“Get off of me, now.” he says, but Arisu just smiles, putting his right hand over Niragi's mouth.

“We still have a long way to go and I won't let you go, until I end it.” Arisu whispered to Niragi, with a frightening look on his face. “No matter if you scream or try to beat me, nothing is going to work out. There's nobody around now, and even if there were, do you think they would look up for you?”

Niragi says nothing and Arisu smiles again.

“It's so funny to see you like this. Incredible how you used to be the one scaring everyone out and now you are surrounded like a mouse. Why don't you just call me names and try to hit me like you once did? I would love to be beaten up by you again.” Arisu says in a teasing tone, but Niragi only seemed to hold back his instincts.

“Since you're just going to be quiet, I will go forward as I planned…” once again, he whispered.

Without delay, Arisu undressed Niragi. He tried to resist, but it didn't seem to be enough. He was curious to see how far Arisu would go, but seeing him like that was also freaking him out. There was blood on his eyes, certainly.

Arisu placed kisses from Niragi's neck to chest. He was breathing heavily, closing his eyes in an attempt to ignore everything, and make him possibly let him go.

However, Arisu continued at his pace, even opening Niragi's pants, which made him open his eyes in an instant. He squirmed trying to get up, but Ryohei didn't allow it.

“I knew you'd try reacting when we came to this point. It was predictable.” he says.

“What's your problem now? The good boy suddenly is trying to become a piece of shit like me? Ha, what an irony.” Niragi answers him, smiling falsely.

“Maybe it is but why do you care? It's no different from you. You tried fucking the girl I like, why can't I try to fuck you too?”

“So, this is revenge?” Niragi then started laughing. “Oh, I'm sorry for breaking your heart, Arisu-chan.”

Arisu didn't respond, just going back to taking off Niragi's pants. He just proceeded to laugh even more loudly.

“That was the funniest shit I've ever heard. Seriously, you wanna fuck me just 'cause I got into ya girl? Are you in love with me? I look hot to you? What about my ass, do you wanna stuck your dick inside and make me yours?” Niragi says with a mocking voice tone. He was having fun with it on one hand, but he knew that if Arisu really wanted to fuck him, it would hurt like hell.

“Whatever goes on your mind…” Arisu whispers. At the same moment, he unzipped his shorts, pulling them all the way down. He had a visible erection. “Just don't cry later…”

“Me? Cry about ya? Why would I-” Niragi was soon interrupted by his own scream after Arisu went in with everything inside of him. He stuck it even deeper after seeing tears coming out of Niragi's eyes. “You son of a b…”

He didn't conclude his phrase, because Arisu kept pushing, even though Niragi hadn't even gotten used to his size.

“That shit hurts…” he says with a shaky voice.

“Then, I'm doing good.” Arisu smirked,

He proceeded to fuck Niragi's ass with a smile on his face. Niragi bit his lip to keep from screaming, tasting his own blood in the process. Arisu held his legs just to give himself more space, and fuck Niragi with better precision.

Arisu brought his face closer to Niragi's, stealing a kiss from him. His tongue quickly entered his mouth, touching Niragi's tongue. He could feel his piercing's mental, giving him a brief shiver.

Niragi tried to push him away but failed, he wouldn't let go of him at all. He could feel his ass' hole hurt after a while, and in less than a few minutes he could feel jets of semen invading inside his hole.

He ended up choking on Arisu's saliva invading his throat. Arisu didn't miss the opportunity to spit into Niragi's mouth. He could feel even more tears running down his cheek.

Arisu withdrew his penis from inside Niragi's ass, leaning on the bed and taking it to the other's face. He quickly masturbated, splashing a considerable amount of semen on Suguru's face.

He brought his face close to Suguru's, whispering to him: “Consider it as a birthday present for you, dear…”

In the end, he licked Niragi's face and spat into his mouth again. Niragi didn't answer him, just closing his eyes tightly.

Niragi's hair was completely disheveled, and his face was dirty with semen, spit and his own tears. To complete his mess, Arisu grabbed the bottle of the drink he was drinking earlier, throwing it all over Niragi.

“Now you smell like me and my favorite alcohol drink.” Arisu mocked him, throwing the bottle onto the bed, and pulling back on his shorts. “Next time, I want to break one of your face features or maybe your body bones. Which do you think is better, Niragi?”

He opened his eyes, but didn't answer him. That made Arisu laugh softly, soon unlocking the door.

“You are free to go.” he says, throwing the keys next to Niragi. Soon, he left the room as if nothing happened.

[strawberry-cowmilk]

Request! MC, Satan and Belphy compose and perform a song mocking Lucifer called "Poor old man." They perform at RAD so everyone can see. MC is the plays the guitar, Satan plays the drums and Belphie is the singer. Others brothers and detables react.

Hi! This is hands down one of the funniest requests I've gotten. Also finally Belphie is living his Gerard Way dreams. I hope you like what I made of it!

the obey me cast reacts to the anti lucifer league roasting lucifer at rad

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: punishment mentions

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Lucifer

lucifer turns into boomerfer the second belphie announces the song title, he knows where this is going

the only reason he won't run up the stage to put an end to this madness is because that would make him look bad

he's gonna have a lot of fun punishing satan and belphie once this is over

lucifer is disappointed in you because you actually agreed to this, you'll also get punished but in a milder way than the other two

Mammon

he is the proudest he's ever been of his little brothers

mammon is on the floor hollering and crying while trying to film the performance on his phone, the footage ends up being shaky though

actually, mammon may be planning on selling the video for money

he knows lucifer is going to punish him for laughing and filming, but it will be worth it

Leviathan

he is in no mood to be punished, so he keeps his enjoyment to himself

at some point he has to scream it out in the bathroom, though

levi also films at the little concert, but it's mostly footage of mammon screaming on the floor

after it is over, he'll ask one of you when this banger will be available on Devilfy

Asmodeus

satan actually told him what was going to happen in advance

and while asmo thought it was a terrible idea, he really wanted to see how it would play out

he takes his good camera with him to film everything just in case

lucifer ends up confiscating it though

Beelzebub

he's never been prouder of you, belphie and satan for performing on stage in front of all of rad

but the lyrics of your song are a little questionable, and lucifer looks like he's about to pop a vein

beel can't decide whether to get out of there or to stay

if he stays, he might be able to save you a bit from lucifer's wrath, but he's really not in the mood for a fight

Diavolo

'lucifer! they wrote a song about you-'

he stops speaking once he sees how angry lucifer is

maybe a rad talent show wasn't the best idea

or maybe it is, once he himself gets on stage and performs his bagpipe routine

Barbatos

oh no, they never learn, do they?

barbatos prepares for the chaos of a lifetime after the show is over

he is angry at you three for doing this, because there will surely be a scene that will escalate

the consequence of that will be that his young master can't do his bagpipe thing he was so excited for

Simeon

he actually thinks it's funny, so he laughs

but then lucifer throws a death glare his way, so he clears his throat and stops smiling

but on the inside, he's still enjoying the show

as a writer, he can appreciate the thought that went into the lyrics

Solomon

he saw this coming the second he saw you three walk onto the stage

because there's no way you'd just perform a cover of an existing song or something, right?

regardless, he likes what he sees and hears

but ge might not want to ask lucifer to forge a pact with him right now

[supernovafics]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇

pairing: dylan o’brien x best friend fem!reader

summary: in which dylan has been your best friend for as long as you could remember. your busy lives and schedules may have pushed both of your lives in vastly different directions as you’d gotten older, but somehow you two would always be led back to your hometown, and each other, during the holidays. however, one moment causes all of that to change. 

warnings: angst (what else is new), some fluffiness, mentions of past trauma (the maze runner incident), existential crises, explicit language

word count: 3.6k words

author’s note: idk why i decided to write something christmas related in the summer but it happened lmao (also i feel like it’s slightly important to mention that this takes place in 2016)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The rocks being thrown at your window were not what woke you up. Instead, you had been lying awake for hours; getting little to no sleep was something that you had become used to at this point.

However, on this specific night— or morning, depending on how one looked at it— you were glad that your sleep had been restless once again because it made it easy for you to get out of bed and walk to your window when the rocks began hitting it.

There was really no need for you to push open the curtains and check who was doing the throwing because, of course, it was Dylan. Ever since he moved onto your street in Hermosa Beach in middle school and the two of you easily became friends, he was the only person that would ever wake you up in the middle of the night with the soft pings of rocks, especially on this specific day at this specific time.

You waved at him and gestured that you would be down in a moment. You slipped on a random pair of sweatpants along with a hoodie and then placed the Christmas gift that you bought for him in the pocket. The item was small enough to fit in the not too big pocket of your hoodie; however, it did awkwardly protrude a bit.

All of this was a sort of unspoken tradition that the pair of you had developed over the many years you’d known each other. Meeting at five in the morning on Christmas day, walking to the beach that was only a few blocks away from your respective childhood homes, and exchanging Christmas gifts with each other as you both watched the sunrise. It started when you were in ninth grade, and you hadn't missed a year since, not even when the ending of high school pushed your lives in vastly different directions, especially since Dylan graduated a year before you and was almost immediately thrust into his acting career.

But, it didn't matter that Dylan's career took off, and you eventually decided to go to college in Santa Barbara, because, no matter what, you both would always come back for the holidays.

When you opened your front door and saw Dylan lingering by the sidewalk no more than ten feet away, you were quick to go toward him and pull him in for a tight embrace. It actually hadn't been too long since you’d last seen him, maybe only five or six months, but for some reason, it still felt as if the last time he was in front of you was last December.

"Hey," Dylan breathed out in a short greeting, his arms wounding around your waist.

“Hey to you too," You responded, a small smile gracing your features when you both pulled away, and you looked up at him. "How have you been?"

It was quiet for a few moments as you waited for him to answer the question, but eventually, you were met with no verbal response, and instead, Dylan simply shrugged. The short action made your heart constrict in the most painful way, and it was then that you noticed the light remnants of a scar peeking out from behind his dark hair that covered the majority of his forehead. You were quick to peel your eyes away from the scar and instead cast them down at your Converse-covered feet, but that didn't stop the memories from quickly coming back.

The Maze Runner accident had happened back in March, but to you, and you knew to Dylan as well, it felt as if it was just yesterday, especially considering the fact that he was still dealing with the unavoidable repercussions from it.

"Wanna walk?" You asked, finally looking up at him once again.

Dylan nodded. "Yeah."

A silence that could only be deemed as comfortable lingered between them as the two of you took the five-minute walk to the beach and sat down side by side on one of the random empty benches.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," Dylan said as he handed a present over to you. The present was messily wrapped, something that was not at all uncommon when receiving gifts from Dylan, and the sight of it made you smile.

Before you unwrapped the gift, you pulled out the one you had for him and handed it over. "Merry Christmas, Dyl."

The nostalgic sound of wrapping paper ripping could be heard as you tore into your gift. A simultaneous shocked and happy yelp emitted from your lips when you held up a Harry Potter t-shirt. But, it wasn't just any Harry Potter t-shirt; it was one with a version of the Goblet of Fire movie poster on it, which was your all-time favorite movie in the series.

"Holy shit."

"It's the original merch that was sold when the movie came out," Dylan told you. He hadn't opened his gift yet, and instead, he was playing with the green bow placed on top of it; he always liked to see your reaction first.

You looked at Dylan and then back down at the shirt as you processed his words. "Wow, double holy shit. I would put it on if it wasn't freezing right now."

Dylan laughed a bit. "Very understandable."

“Why haven't you opened yours yet? I'm dying to see what you think of it," You said. You were now holding the t-shirt to your chest, genuinely feeling like a little kid on Christmas morning again.

Dylan finally began unwrapping your gift to him, and when all of the paper was peeled off, there was a square box. "Aw, a plain white box. Thank you so much. This is what I've always wanted."

You rolled your eyes and playfully bumped him with your shoulder. "Ha ha. Please save all of these bad jokes for your stand-up act; I can't wait to boo you off the stage along with everyone else."

"So, what I'm hearing is you don't think that becoming a comedian is going to be the next best career move for me?" Dylan asked. He attempted to make the question sound as serious as possible, but there was a joking undertone to his words.

You bit back your laughter. "Please just open the box already so I don't have to hurt your feelings by truthfully answering that question."

"Okay, we'll circle back to that topic later," Dylan smiled and then finally opened the white box to reveal a slightly faded baseball. When he picked it up, he ran his thumb over the black signature written on it. "Now it's my turn to say holy shit."

You could feel yourself smiling at his awestruck reaction, and you wondered if that was what you looked like when you saw the Harry Potter shirt. The baseball was signed by one of the players of the New York Mets that had been Dylan's favorite player when he was younger, and he'd even caught a ball hit by him when he went to a game before he moved to California.

"I've had this idea for years, but I could never find a baseball signed by him," You began explaining, the excitement clear in your voice. "But, last month, someone named Paul Todd posted this on eBay and I immediately bought it. God bless that old man. It's completely authentic and everything."

Dylan was quiet for a few moments as he simply looked at the baseball in his hands, a small joyful smile on his face, and it made you happy to see him so genuinely elated with the present.

"This just made my gift look like shit," He finally said, a light laugh falling from his lips.

"I have always been the superior gift giver. I think that's my hidden talent," You responded with a playful smirk.

Dylan placed the baseball back in its box and then looked at you. "Next year you will receive the best gift ever from me. It will completely top everything that you have ever given me."

"You're saying that as if I should feel upset about receiving a trip to Italy as a Christmas gift."

"A trip to Italy?"

"In my strong opinion, that would be the best gift ever," You said with a smile and then looked down at the t-shirt, which was now in your lap. "But, anyway, I don't think this gift is shit. I'm in love with this shirt already."

Dylan let out a joking, overexaggerated sigh in relief. "Phew, okay, since you think this gift is great, that means I don't have to do the trip to Italy next year."

"What? Did I say I like this t-shirt? I hate it! Harry Potter actually su— Fuck, I can't say this with a straight face," You laughed, and Dylan was quick to join in with you.

The joking statements leading up to the laughter hadn't even been the funniest things ever, but it didn't matter because this was probably the hardest you had laughed in a while, and you were both glad and unsurprised that it was with one of your favorite people in the entire world.

You missed joking around and laughing with him. You missed simply being with him.

Eventually, the laughter died off, but there was still a smile planted firmly on your face. You looked ahead at the darkness in front of you and the ocean that looked completely black; it was still kind of early, so the sun hadn't begun to rise just yet. Your back pressed against the wooden bench, and you let out a small sigh, your head finding Dylan's shoulder as you leaned against him.

"How have you been?" You asked him, your words coming out both soft and slightly quiet, and before the mood became too serious with your question that was nothing but serious, you attempted to lighten it. "And please no shrugs as a response this time. I don't wanna get a headache due to my head bouncing off your shoulder."

Dylan let out a breath of a laugh at your final statements but refrained from answering the question for a few moments.  

After what felt like forever, he sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "I honestly don't know. My mind has felt so fucked lately, thinking about everything. I swear I've been feeling every feeling known to man these past months."

"What are you feeling right now? In this moment?"

"I'm really happy with you. This is probably the only normal and familiar thing I've experienced in a while. But, of course, there's still that confused feeling in the back of my mind revolving around everything else." He paused for a brief moment before continuing, his next words came out quieter. "I don't even know if I want to go back to acting."

You lifted your head off his shoulder and looked at him as you pulled his hand into yours and gave it a light, reassuring squeeze.

"No matter what you decide. I'll be right there to support you," You told him and then added a "bro" at the end of her sentence along with a small smile. Whenever things became too deep in a conversation you two were having, one of you would always throw a "bro" or "dude" in there to bring some playfulness to the mood.

The corners of Dylan's perked up a bit. "So, you'll support me when I decide to become a comedian?"

You were unable to stifle your light laughter. "Yes, fine, fuck it. I'll be the loudest one laughing at all of your shows."

Dylan squeezed your hand back because he knew exactly how reluctantly true your words were. "Don't worry, I promise not to put you through that."

"Thank you."

"So, how have you been?"

"No."

"Oh, come on," Dylan said as he playfully poked your side. "I'm not gonna be the only one exposing my feelings."

You sighed and then hesitantly nodded. "Okay, okay."

The truth was you had been far from good lately. Your life was moving, but for some reason, you felt like you weren’t moving with it.

You felt stuck.

Stuck in a confusing mindset where you had absolutely no idea what you wanted to do with your life. You thought that identity crises usually happened in high school, but apparently, yours had come five years late. But, you knew that this delayed identity crisis had been your own doing because you had convinced herself that you would figure everything out once you were in college; and you were both lucky and smart enough to receive a full ride to UCSB.

And although you were finishing up your Master's degree in Creative Writing and had a TA job at the university with the department, which was the reason behind why you could even pay for the Master's program, something in your "should be great" life simply did not feel right.

However, you felt absolutely terrified to say any of that out loud because admitting it would only finally make that statement a wholehearted truth, instead of just a spiraling thought in your mind. And even though Dylan was your best friend and you knew you could tell him anything and not receive any sort of judgment, it still felt hard to let the words leave your lips.

You thought about the way to perfectly word everything, but nothing felt right. You pulled your hand away from Dylan's and covered your face as you let out an exasperated breath. "I can't figure how to say it all."

Dylan placed an arm around you and then mimicked the same question you had asked him not too long ago. "What are you feeling right now? In this moment?"

You would have both laughed and smiled at the fact that he was using your exact words if the current circumstances were different.

"Scared," You finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what the fuck I wanna do anymore, and actually, I don't think I really ever did. I only went to college because of the scholarship, and I convinced myself that I would figure my life out when I got there. And for a while, things felt right because I found creative writing and genuinely enjoyed it, but something doesn't feel right anymore. And I actually do like school. Because it's stable, and I am doing things, even if it's taking a dumbass test. But, it's about to be over soon, and I have no idea what I'm gonna do."

Your words were coming out like vomit, and nothing could stop it because finally, everything you had been feeling for so long was out of your head and put into the open.

"And don't get me wrong, I do love to write, but I don't know, I just can't see myself doing it for the rest of my life," You admitted and then let your next words come out quietly. "Honestly, I can't see myself doing anything. I'm so unhappy here."

You did not say it aloud, but you didn't think you were ever fully content there. Aside from Dylan and your parents, you never truly liked California. You had grown up there all your life, and although there were millions of people that adored the state, you felt the exact way someone from a state like Wyoming probably felt.

Dylan did not verbally respond to your long confession at first; instead, he simply pulled your confused and stressed self in for a hug, and you let out the simultaneous sigh and breath that you had been metaphorically holding in for years at this point.

"Maybe you should take a break," Dylan finally said; his arms were still around you, an action that made you feel completely comforted. "Right after high school, you went straight to college, and I don't think you've ever really taken a break to really think about what you actually want. Like, maybe, it's becoming a zookeeper."

Your laugh was slightly muffled by the fact that your face was pressed into the warmth of Dylan's chest. "Zookeeper?"

"I don't know," He laughed too. "You said you would support me in whatever the fuck I decide to do, and I'll do the exact same for you."

Somehow a smile found its way on your face. "A zookeeper and a comedian. What a fucking dream team."

Another laugh fell from Dylan's lips. "The best fucking dream team."

"But, honestly, I wish I could've known sooner that this is how you've been feeling. I would've been telling you to slow down so long ago, but you seemed content with everything," Dylan told you and gave you another light squeeze. "Please take a break and don't stress yourself out over the future when your next semester is over. Just relax for the first time. You can even come stay with me in LA for a little bit if that's where you wanna take your break. I'll be here for you, Y/N. Always."

Something about his words hit you hard. The wholehearted honesty and sincerity behind his statement shouldn't have surprised you, but it did. And the worry he had for you resembled the same concern you had for him when the accident happened. You two were best friends, so it should not have been a shock that you would worry about each other, but still, in that moment and for you, it was shocking because it felt like so much more than just that.

"Me too," You whispered, finally responding to his previous statement.

The long embrace came to an end with you being the one to pull away; however, you did not pull away far enough for you both to become completely detached from one another. Dylan's arms were still around your waist, and yours were still around the nape of his neck, and your faces were dangerously close. Your hand somehow took on a mind of its own as it reached around and cupped Dylan's cheek. The miniscule confusion and tickle of panic that began to prick at the back of your mind because of the action were not enough to make you pull away.

The slight way that Dylan leaned into your soft touch was the catalyst for you to take the leap and lean in the tiniest bit to close the small distance between the two of you, your lips almost too easily finding his. The inward sigh of contentment you emitted when Dylan almost immediately kissed you back made you realize that kissing him was the one thing currently happening in your life that actually felt right.

Later, when thinking back to that specific moment, you would wonder if that "rightness" had always been there between you both.

However, that right feeling, which was both comfortable and familiar, was quickly replaced with dread and angst, at least on your part. Your mind was beginning to fully catch up with your actions, and it immediately told you that the current action was both bad and stupid, and there were many, many reasons that proved that.

Maybe there were moments where a younger, and even present-day, you did want more to happen between you and Dylan, but you would always push that thought away because you knew that your and Dylan's friendship was so much more valuable.

And then it was the fact that your lives were nothing alike. Even though you were immensely confused about where your life was going, you could say for certain that it wasn't going in the same direction as Dylan's; an acting career that he genuinely loved and enjoyed too much to truly give up. Something deep down told you that, and you could feel the truthfulness behind the thought. The holidays were the only time your lives would truly intersect.

You abruptly pulled away, not just from the kiss but from Dylan's body entirely, moving to the edge of the bench you were on. Your hands covered your face in nothing but pure embarrassment and regret, and you wished that you could take back the last minute and a half of your life. And you also absolutely hated that you couldn't help but notice how much colder your body felt now that it was away from Dylan's.

"Oh my God. I'm sorry. Fuck. That kiss— it was a mistake. I'm really sorry." Your words came out rushed and fumbled, and it probably did not make much sense, but you just hoped that there was at least a little bit of coherency with them.

As much as you wanted to look at Dylan, you refused to do so because you knew that you would only see the regret you were feeling written clear across his face.

"Hey, it's okay, Y/N. Everything's fine. Don't worry," You heard him say but could hear the uncertainty in his voice as if he really didn't know if everything truly was fine. And you knew that it wasn’t. It really wasn’t.

The holidays were the only time your lives would truly intersect, and you had just completely ruined that.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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((((already potentially thinking about doing a part 2 to this….. but idk…))))