#and nearly fall asleep on them

[celestiachan]

i need to snuggle someone as we both do our own things on our phones

[secriden]

the joongdunk gods randomly showed me this 3am joongdunk live out of nowhere and there are SO MANY GEMS in it!?

the whole drag conversation

Joong: if you guys want us to... do something like drag... Dunk: comment comment

the way dunk's main concern is who is going to do the make up, but he is otherwise very willing to try it. what a man *u* <3

(also, joong, you're absolutely correct and i can only hope that someone else will have the same vision and put dunk in a dress or skirt at some point because those legs!?!? yeah.)

dunk flirting and joong absolutely loosing his cool

Joong: *screeches like a banshee and looses his grip on the phone* Joong, in the most high-pitched hysterical voice: Jesus!

joong getting embarrassed by his own flirting

joong frantically backpedaling as dunk repeated asks "how can i get in the frame???" is sending me xD

man thinks he's got game but the second dunk plays along (knowingly or otherwise), he's left utterly flummoxed xD

joong's helpless glances

joong especially looked very tired and out of it and there were just a few moments that felt especially unfiltered/unguarded where he'd look at dunk like that:

just, fond amusement and this almost dazed kind of wonder. ugh, i can't handle them, pls send help! <3

[poems-of-a-lover]

will never be over this honestly

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Thinking about New Years with my F/Os is so silly. I am really tempted to perhaps do a little headcannons post on how we'd probably spend New Years together with a good handful of them even though 95% of it will be mostly just same as any other day until midnight begins to creep up!

But I am doubly giggling thinking about it with my British F/Os Finn and Axlerod because I'm going to be like "Yeah, we don't have to do much! We can just watch the ball drop or something if we don't fall asleep and- hol. Hold on. That's in New York or something isn't it. Does UK cable TV televise that. Do they do something in London like how they have the big Christmas tree there. I'm sure someone will be illegally streaming it on YouTube or something anyway."

Assuming I MAKE it to midnight. My sleep schedule has been a little wonky this past day or so but that's because I haven't been giving myself my routine wind-down moment where I turn off all my lights and put my phone away(mostly, I will still check some notifications like texts or discord, maybe Tumblr) at like 8-8:30pm-ish and just watch TV. Typically a Jerma stream.

[piracytheorist]

someone: how angsty do you want your identity reveal scenario to be?

me: so what if right after Anya's powers are revealed Twilight asks her why she tricked him into adopting her, if she was put into it by someone else in order to expose him, and Anya tries to tell him she wanted to help and he asks why would you want to help me and she's like "because you want a peaceful world where children don't cry" and he nearly has a flashback triggered by that and she runs and hugs his legs saying she wants to help and be good and Twilight just. Pushes her away. Gently and without physically hurting her but emotionally it's a massacre. And he sees her devastated face because of his rejection and realizes he has now caused her the pain he never wanted to see on another child's face, and he thanks whatever lucky stars he doesn't deserve that Yor is there because he cannot process anything else and just leaves out the door, leaving Anya to bawl in Yor's arms :)

[cursedthing]

Finally after at LEAST 5 nights of cutting paper and sleepily sketching and detailing they're all done! :D

[one-of-us-must-be-crazy]

While you'd think the relationship would have moved at a truly glacial pace, once together, it's only eh....five or six months before Samuels comes back to their flat with an actual honest-to-god engagement ring. Logically, they're living together, they've exchanged words of intentions for this to be a long term relationship, so he figures he should do this the proper human way.

Unfortunately, Amanda balks at the concept of being/engaged/ because what the fuck, Chris, (not counting cryo) I haven't known you for a year yet??? Poor thing assumes her distaste is because he grossly misread their situation and his place in her life. She has to stress to him that it's not him, not the color of his blood ("Amy, it's not really blood,") just that its awfully fast. Its enough to calm him down but he's still embarrassed, and then the horror of having to return the ring occurs to him and--

"Why would you return it?"

"You said--"

"Hold on to it, for a little while." She never wanted to be anyone's wife, anyone's mother, anyone's possession...But if anyone on the planet would understand the hesitation she had with commitment, it would be the man she helped carve company logos out his fingerprints.

"Do you mean it?"

It breaks her heart, the way he's beaming at her like she actually accepted instead of requesting an extension, but his sheer /joy/ is infectious. He's like her, so very dry and to the point, their shared sense of humor is subtle, sarcastic, and often dark--yet she cracks, and she's giggling. Samuels can't laugh: almost no synthetic can by design, it's too complex of a biological process to bother mimicking but she knows if he could, he'd be joining her.

He over thinks how long "a while" is and goes through a monthly crisis, takes to carrying the ring in his coat, but never asking out of fear it hasn't been long enough. Amanda finds it there one day about four months later, while looking for a missing key. Christopher finds her sitting on the bedroom floor, glassy eyed, coat over her knees, twisting the ring around (of course it fits perfectly he probably laser measured her hands)

"If...you want, you can keep it on." Amanda nods slowly, the realization of the 'yes' sinking in belatedly she she has to stand shakily to hug him. Tightly.

[i3utterflyeffect]

He gets back and the others can tell that something is wrong and he's also probably more jumpy, and it takes awhile before he's comfortable using art tools again. Also he's probably going to be more afraid of accidentally hurting them because of the nightmares he's had when he didn't have all the context of his memories and seeing how much his actions have impacted people.

YEAH... i don't think it ever really occurred to him that they're still not equal in power— even if the CG is really really good at fighting, he's very nervous that someday he'll slip up and someone will get hurt. Plus, I don't think he entirely realized that they're just a bunch of dumb teenagers until he saw them in person.

It's weird, because yeah, he may be human, but Vic kind of drilled their own fear of humans into his head, so it's... disorienting, to say the least.

[celestialulu]

nightly routine

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Re: "I don't know how both of us would feel if we were forced to separate."

My theory: Vova would have not been able to endure everything without his family / Olena by his side.

I agree with that. Or he would be in a much worse place right now.

Olena also wouldn't do well in a foreign country, far away from him. (Same for the children.)

Ze needs her (and them) close to him. As stated several times by both of them, they're his happiness and energy and strength. No matter how short or rare they're meetings may be, they're still important because he takes something out of them, from every second. Just to be able to actually see them and talk to them and being able to hug and hold them and kiss them and be close to them. Or that Olena can be there for him in the dark moments.

[fingertipsmp3]

Ughhhhhhh I hate writing and I hate not writing and I hate myself

[basaltbutch]

oh you know what. remembered i was partially raised by dogs. that might explain some things about me.

[bubaboos]

gonna watch men sp, bc what the hell happened there🤨

[magolorex]

besties homies and oomfies in the crowd i will not lie i am severely mentally unwell (negative) right now so i might not respond to antthing so sorry about that 💔 i just need to like take a bit to myself i think. i love you all. my final message change da worl

[lunarsapphism]

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[purposefully-lost]

It was late. They'd been talking for nearly two hours, if the clock on the stove was any indication. Rabbit's thumb still brushed over Alex's knuckles, back and forth, though whether he was seeking comfort or giving it wasn't clear. Alex wouldn't blame either of them for needing it; they'd made a terrifying kind of decision.

Well, sort of. They had time to keep thinking it over, to really let it weigh on them before anything was made official, and there was always the chance that things wouldn't go as planned. But for right now, Alex was pregnant, and he was going to carry the baby to term, and they were going to be parents.

"Fuck," he said softly, earning a gentle squeeze from Rabbit's hand. Parenting wasn't something he'd ever thought about- he'd never, not ever, considered carrying a child himself. Just the thought had seemed terrifying and uncomfortable, leaving him with images of something monstrous growing inside him, connected to all the parts of his body he'd been conflicted about the most, but all those thoughts were almost laughable, now. That wasn't what it felt like.

No, not at all. It was scary, but it wasn't the baby he was scared of. It was himself, and all the quiet fears he and Rabbit had just spent hours spilling across the kitchen table. The history, the health, the state of mind, the reputation, the terror that no matter what their did, their own struggles would be passed along. He didn't want that. He didn't want an angry, lonely kid. There'd been enough of that between Rabbit and himself already. But a very big part of him didn't want to let the kid go, either, whether that meant termination or adoption. A much, much larger part of him pictured himself and Rabbit and a hundred more late nights with a baby in their arms and wanted it more than he'd ever thought he could. He squeezed hard at Rabbit's hand, slowly looking up at him again.

Warm blue eyes stared back at him, just as terrified and just as hopeful. Alex offered a small smile. At least, if he were doing this with anyone, he was glad it was Rabbit. "We should probably get to bed, Bunny," he told him softly. Rabbit nodded, squeezing his hand one more time before letting go to stand. He moved around the table just as Alex stood and reached out only to take his hands again. A sweet smile formed on his lips, his eyes searching Alex's. Then he pulled him into a tight, warm hold, prompting a quiet laugh from Alex's lips. He happily fell into his arms and hummed. "I, uh.." he slipped his arms around Rabbit's waist to squeeze him, closing his eyes at the warmth of him. "I think we might not be too bad at this," he told him.

"No?" Rabbit pulled back to meet his gaze again. There was a light in his eyes like something had excited him, some new lovely sight or a new favorite song heard for the first time. He grinned, that gaze locked on Alex. "Maybe not."