#but ]the wonky shit is also dear to me

[child-of-hurin]

fic writers. often heroes*

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

Along the Chimney with Care

Prompt Day 24: Stocking | Word Count: 550 | Rating: T | CW: None | Tags: Future Fic, Established Relationship, Learning New Skills, Teamwork Makes the Dream Work

"What are you doing?" Eddie asks, as he leans over Steve's shoulder as he sits at the dining room table. 

"Practicing," Steve answers, as he looks at the scrap of fabric in front of him at the sewing machine that he's dragged out of the deepest recesses of some closet.

"Practicing what?" Eddie asks, because it just looks like a bundle of tangled up threads.

Steve flips it over. 

It's a kind of badly done embroidered version of Eddie's name, but it makes him smile. It might not be anywhere near perfect, but he likes the effort Steve's clearly tried to make. Steve could have ordered them custom-made from somewhere else, or even gotten iron-on letters, but instead he's chosen to do it this way, for better or worse.

"What's this for?" Eddie asks, smiling.

"Stockings for Christmas. I mistakenly thought this looked easy. It is not easy," Steve says, and Eddie sits down.

"Let me help," Eddie offers, even if he has no idea what that will entail. But surely they can figure it out together. They've always been able to figure anything out, as long as they've done it together. Two heads are better than one, and all that shit.

Not to mention, Eddie can sew. In theory. By hand, for sure, and Wayne had an old machine Eddie used a few times while making vests and other shit. He's never made a stocking, but he's willing to try.

"It keeps tangling on the back," Steve laments, and Eddie slides the practice piece of fabric towards himself, so he can look at it more closely.

"Is there a manual?" Eddie asks, and Steve shakes his head. 

"Not that I've ever seen," Steve answers.

"Hmm," Eddie says. He understands the basics, maybe, but he's not sure he can do much by way of troubleshooting.

But he bets he knows who can.

"Joyce says to check the bobbin," Eddie says from the kitchen, holding onto the phone. 

"What's the bobbin?" Steve asks, standing up and looking at the top of the machine.

"What's the bobbin?" Eddie repeats.

Joyce laughs in his ear, "Oh, dear."

But she walks them through it. They take it out, rethread it through the machine, and then test it out.

It's better. It's definitely better.

"That fixed it!" Steve says, pumping his fist in the air, hollering, "Thanks, Joyce!"

"He says thanks," Eddie repeats to her over the line. 

She heard him. The whole block heard him.

Eddie sits on the couch and watches Steve hang the stockings along the chimney with care. They aren't perfect. Far from it. But they do have their names on them, and Steve made them. He also let Eddie sew patches on them, which makes them even more personal to each of them.

A joint effort. Eddie loves them in all their slightly wonky glory, and he hopes they use them for years to come. 

"Okay. They're Santa ready," Steve says, and Eddie grins. 

"I can't wait to see what Santa brings me," Eddie declares, rubbing his hands together in anticipation, and Steve just smiles like he has the biggest secret. 

"Coal, probably," Steve teases, and Eddie laughs, big and bright.

Steve's got something planned, something up his stocking, as it were, and Eddie can't wait to find out what.

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[fischyplier]

Misfits and Magic Season 2 Episode 2 "Magma and Mingle": My Thoughts and Analysis

So here are my thoughts on Evan and Sam. Am I the only one that doesn’t see their relationship progressing into romance? I can understand that in this season Brennan and Danielle are having more scenes together. At this point, Evan and Sam's relationship feels platonic to me, but who knows what could happen in the next few episodes. I prefer platonic relationships because they feel more interesting than just romance. Also want to take the time to say, I love and appreciate all the hard work that went into this and every season of D20. Thank you to the crew, the players and Aabria cause misfits and magic has become very near and dear to my heart!

Click below to read more, warning long post:

Anyways, Evan has gone through a LOT of traumatic experiences since childhood and continues to till this day. Evan's body is riddled with scars, broken bones that healed wonky, etc. He got stabbed on a bus at night trying to retrieve a talisman for Boodle 10 months ago. And I would not be surprised if he's been through more but hasn't had the opportunity to tell his friends or elected to say nothing. I can't help but to read too deeply into the quote "dream small". Is it cause I feel that Evan has learned to dream small in order to not get his hopes and expectations too high? Just a theory... A game theory! I'm sorry.

After 3 years of no contact the pilot project are back! But they haven't really had the time to sit down and catch up. In the video below, Sam says "I feel like there's a lot of things that when we talk you don't tell me." Which kinda leads me to believe, Evan doesn't want to worry his friends so he bottles up his feelings and doesn't open up. And when he does it's always with a smile and jokes to mask the hurt. He isn't just sad, he feels like a burden and tries to not take up space. I can really relate to this.

Even Brennan says Evan is in deep pain. The breakup he went through didn't help but there is more under the surface we as the audience still don't truly know. The experiences of being a lonely unhoused teen is the reason why Brennan chose "belonging" as Evan's ideal track. Because that is the one thing he's been deprived off, humans are social creatures and need to interact with others. What happens to a developing brain when that is taken away? When all you know is your shadow, loneliness and hunger? So when his friend says we can talk, he takes that as a serious invitation. Evan now surrounded by friends wants to do everything in his power to protect those he loves. He doesn't expect it to be reciprocal. You can see that when he says "if I've ever done a bad job about being here for you, I'm always here for you" after Sam says we can talk. When Brennan tears up with that incredible delivery of "I missed you"... I keep rewatching that part! Evan is always on the go, needs to be prepared, needs to be ready when shit hits the fan. Sam has created a safe place where he doesn't need to be hypervigilant and can relax, maybe open up and be a little vulnerable.

Sam is rightfully concerned that something deeper and terrible is going on with Evan.

When Evan continues kicking a half dead Salamander that isn't a threat to any of his friends, a darkness in him wants to kick it mercilessly for pure enjoyment. That even his eyes turns black. The first thing Sam does when she sees this is to attempt to drench it in water like Jammer did. Cause she said that this has become "unnecessarily dark" and that "this is freaking her out". That she'll even resort to spitting on the creature if it means that Evan will stop kicking that crap out of it. The water cools and stops the creature. Sam is a great friend that sees Evan do something twisted and wants to help so desperately. You do not have to be falling in love with someone to do the right thing! I still think they should just be friends.

I love that in this season we can really see their friendship blossom and not just be surface level chit chat. As they get closer hopefully they can help each other in ways they really need. In the preview for the next episode Evan says, "I don't see you the way you are afraid people see you." Sometimes it takes someone outside of your point of view to see aspects of yourself you are too close to see. And I think that's beautiful.

That leads into my next point, no I don't think the progressing of their relationship means that romance is in the air. I can't remember where I read it but another person said it best, intimacy doesn't mean romance. You can get close to someone, be a shoulder to cry on and depend on without developing feelings. You can love and respect your friend and keep it at that level but develop on that intimacy of a great friendship. I feel like it made the most sense for these two to get closer in this season because they have more in common now. Before it was just the fact that they were students learning magic at Gowpenny and being NAMPS (non magical person or let's be serious MUGGLES!). But now Evan and Sam have both underwent break ups and that's something they can really connect on. I really hope they don't get together right after cause that sounds like a rebound and to me, story wise pretty boring. And in my honest opinion, jumping into another relationship right after being with K is a little too soon. Evan needs a friend not a lover, at least for the time being. He needs to keep his inner darkness and insecurities in check. That or a therapist.

Hopefully this doesn't age like milk, and if they do get together I guess I'm wrong! :3

Thank you if you read till the very end, here is a gif of Brennan giving you a thumbs up!

Why? Cause you are pretty cool!

Please consider liking or reblogging this post if you liked what you read. And I'd love to hear your thoughts on this episode and if I should continue!

[likeathunderoverflow]

Here it comes, my thoughts about Ice on My Teeth

First of all, why the fuck are these boys not wearing Nelly level Grillz in this music video? I was fully prepared to make myself sick seeing Hongjoong's perfect teeth decked out and one singular diamond on Mingi's wonky tooth which I hold dear to my heart. BUT NO. I will pout about this for the next 5-10 business days.

Just listening to the song, love the vibe. Absolutely the classiest sounding song I will ever shake my ass to. That MV though?

They start off STRONG with Yunho and that fuck ass emo sucker that I would willing trade places with just tell me when. Paired with him saying you're the one I'm tryna finish??? What about my sanity sir???

AND THEN we get beautiful perfect Yeosang and whatever the fuck this is:

I have to move on before I get too crazy.

Hongjoong looks so unbelievably gorgeous in this MV: the hair, the fur coat, whatever the big ass bow is. 1000000/10 chefs kiss.

And Mama Seonghwa serves the whole time, not a bad look in the house but I am disappointed that we only get one small scene with this look because Hwa in a ponytail is my Kryptonite.

Jongho is of couse, so perfect for the mafia theme they have going. He just looks so expensive.

Wooyoungie having only his forearms out has me rabid, don't perceive me. And OF COURSE I can't get a good screen grab so just go watch the MV and melt like I did. He also have one of those ungodly you're the one I'm tryna finish lines.

San...Santiago...Sir...where your clothes at. I really have to compose myself when he pulls this shit because I am not KQs strongest soldier.

And finally, my baby, my princess, this whore Minki, talking about slapping/shaking ass like we didn't already know he's an ass man.

BONUS! WHATEVER THE HELL THIS WAS, DOUBLE CHEEKED UP ON A TUESDAY, HELLA ASS

Than you for coming to my Ted Talk

[the-bjd-community-confess]

As much as this is gonna make me sound like a POS: Dear fucking Lord the people who only buy IP dolls and have no clue about the hobby. Your dolls don't look like absolute shit because you got scammed, it's because your dumbass didn't put the wig on properly, you fucked up the eyes, put the clothes on wrong, bent the hands and limbs weird, used the wrong material to insert the eyes, and you clearly rubbed your greasy dirt fingers all over the fucking doll's face.

But here's the thing, I know a lot of IP dolls also look really unfortunate when it comes to face-up and wigs... Yeah, fucking do your dumb research. Dear fucking lord, at that point you deserve getting a wonky ass wig and a clearly 6th party face-up. We know that the person who did the promo didn't do the doll you got, it's literally written in most doll descriptions or otherwise noted somewhere.

Fucking do your research when you shell out $$$$$$$$$ for a hobby you've never even heard of before you found that doll.

~Anonymous

[lixenn]

Crochet corner

I'm back with my yarn babbling again, this time because I want to distract myself from thesis writing OTL

My current scarf project is still ongoing and I left it at home so I can't show any progress pictures since I'm in my dorm again (and I forgot to take some when I was still at my parents place), so I will talk about my past projects.

And when I say past, I mean past, as in I will go back to my crochet roots. You're getting my fiber artist history hot off the keyboard folks, so strap in and enjoy the ride.

Back to the beginnings

My crochet journey started way back in primary school, where tiny baby Lix made a small square creature in craft class. Basically we crocheted a square (easily done with single crochets, can be achieved by tiny people) folded it in half, sewed together the edges, stuffed it with cotton fluff stuff and sewed it shut. Put on some eyes, a nose and mouth plus fake fur as hair and hurray you made a square creature! I actually kept that thing for years, it was chilling on our radiator like a wonky guardian until it eventually got lost or thrown out (I can't remember which). I remember that the stitches were surpisingly neat for my age, which past Lix apparently couldn't replicate for years. Primary school me had talent... (unfortunately I don't have a picture of the wonky square creature or I would have showed you guys)

Deco for the win

While I did try once or twice to get back into crocheting again it never really worked out until! My mum found this website: Drops-Design. A German (?) website for knitting and crochet patterns (and lots of other stuff). She showed me some cute cupcake and coffe cup coasters and asked if I could make them. Past Lix - like current Lix - was filled with false confidence and answered with: "Yeah, sure I can try." So, my mum ordered the yarn over the website and my crochet adventures started from anew.

Fortunately for my sanity the patterns my mum asked for had video tutorials attached, otherwise I would have been utterly fucked, since I have never read a crochet pattern in my life. With the help of the video, the coasters were relatively easy to make even when I was confronted with unknown stitches and multiple colour changes. The end result didn't look nearly as nice as what the website showed but for my first few tries I was satisfied.

Once again I have no pictures available but if you want to take a look at the pattern it's here. There you can also see the finished product.

From this point onwards I started going nuts with making deco shit. All differnt kind of flowers, stars, snowflakes and bunnies. That site opened the crochet door for me and I was happy as a clam.

Granny square madness

However, times were changing once again, when my dear friend got me some yarn for Christmas.

200 g of yarn.

With colour transition.

I only ever used solid coloured yarn before and was at a loss of what to do with this gift.

And what else to do when lost in the yarn world, then look at youtube for help. Spoiler: Youtube helped tremendously as it introduced me to the glorious invention that is granny squares.

Granny squares are fun shit, they come in all kinds of different patterns and colours and you can make lots of things with them. I watched a simple tutorial on youtube and got hooked. I used my friends gift to make granny squares only to be confronted with another dilemma: What to do with those granny squares? I got max 20 squares out of these 200 g and let me tell you my dudes, that's nothing for a bigger project.

So I simply went absolutely batshit crazy, for I decided to make a patchwork granny square blanket.

Please let me remind you people that before this lapse of judgement I only worked on small projects aka things that I made in one day tops.

Once again I follow my motto: Go big or go home and ohhh boy did I go big. I went gigantic and here is proof:

That badboy is the definition of patchwork because it's made up out of FOUR different types of yarn, since I have run out of yarn SO MANY TIMES IT WAS RIDICULOUS! I needed to rebuy yarn at least five times, I was going insane. This project took me over half a year if not longer and weaving in the ends- *shudders* horrible, dreadful, hated every minute of it.

But I like the finished product, it's now chilling on my coach at my parents place, not really used all that often but still pretty.

I didn't stop with the granny squares after that clusterfuck though. Nooooooo sire~ I made a shitton of other granny square projects since I like to suffer (none of them as big as my blanket however, thank the outer gods).

Well, I certainly rambled enough for one post, I will be back with other projects in the future!

Toodles~

[3m0n3rd]

okay just wanted 2 infodump abt my teetlez so this might be a lot...

LEONARDO!!!

okay so Lee/Leo goes by she/him- shes REALLY masculine physically but like he wants to dress up and act pretty a lot of the time. Leo is (and I'm debating this) bisexual or saphic! Lee has Anorexia and PTSD. She really tries to be an older sibling like RISE! Raph and be there and present, trying to make his siblings forget about their childhood so that everyone is just happy! which doesn't really work... But again he is just trying her best. -- Lee's love life is wonky, before Usagi came, he was in LOVE with karai and soon started dating her. But when Usagi came, Leo started to feel some stuff but not strong enough for him to leave Karai. So he's always felt shitty about hurting yuichi because he's a dear friend to her. I feel like his VA would be like Pearl from steven universe or something like that.

DONATELLOOOO <33

they/them (and sometimes He/him) Bro is t4t and bisexual. So Don boy is rlly emo.. But like most of the other four, they don't really dress up since no one is there to see them. BUT many ppl don't know this abt donnie but the spike choker he wears, they only wear it around Arrow, if they wear their googles that means their in their lab. But if they aren't wearing those accessories their just hanging with their bros. Donnie has AFRID, OCD, and schizophrenia. Which this causes a lot of difficulties in his life. Arrow in his mind Is their savior, basically their nothing without them. So Donnie tries to change everything about them to make Arrow like them more. ex. He says their fave artist is ICP, Arrow's fave duo. But in truth his fave band is MCR. I think Don's VA would be 2012 Donnie in some sorts of dib from Invader zim.

M1CH3@L@NG3L0 X33

any but mostly he/him. Mike in the earlier seasons would be straight, until he realizes he's asexual. But other then that, HES SCENE!!!! but again like everyone else he doesn't rlly dress up. Unless he wants to. Mikey loves april! their like BFF's for life! Fun silly fact, Mike was originally was suppose to HATE April, but later I got into the 'moon and sun' duo more. Oh and I think Mike either has autism or ADHD, I'm still deciding. Mikey is really the glue to their family much like in RISE!. So he tries to keep everyone happy like Lee. TW TW TW TW TW TW TW Mikey has never really told ANYONE this but while splinter never hurt Mike when he was younger, he treated him as the favorite child because occasionally he would Rape him. Which didn't effect Mike that much because he just blocked it out of his memeory. Mike's VA would DEFFINATLY be something like honey senpai dub from Ouran High school host club or like Beast Boy from Teen Titans Go!

RAPHAEL >:c

okay he/him and ally! but later become poly with Casey and Mona Lisa. (this was because I REALLY couldn't decide who he should end up with) Raph is basically a dick half the time and not in the way people like. He's easily irritated, makes fun of others for no reason, and will just hurt someone cuz he wants to. But deep down he tries his best, he just hates that everyone can act okay with what happened while they were kids. - Raph has PTSD and anger issues - While Lee was the one who got hurt most of the time, Raph was the one who was hurt the worst once. Splinter straight up put BOILING water on him because he wouldn't stop picking on Mikey. (this also leads to Raph being very distant from Mikey) So a way to relieve his PTSD is to just either hit shit really hard or just sleep with the million stuffed animals around him. Idk wut his VA would be, it def has to be someone snarky and rude but idk who

erm anyways.. ask me anything Abt my au!! PLZ.. PLZ!!!!

[sobeksewerrat]

HYPERANALYZING/ SCREAMING ABOUT EP.3 COZ IT IS MY FAVOURITE AND I AM REWATCHING IT LET'S GOOOO

Disclaimer: this post is literally just me talking about how much I kin Milly and technically a combined liveblog

Oh look it's one of Taylor's bullies from BWBL!!

Also, what the music freak is this shitty pop song playing in the back ground man I'm-

Why is the school nurse running around like that-

Gotta love how everyone just rushes over to see Milly fight, and that Jake knows exactly who they're talking about (even though they've been friends for like 2 weeks). Really shows how much of a negative-ish reputation Milly has (relatable man)

Fuck Miss Jones man she sucks she can't even break off a fight who hired this bitch.

I really like the fight scene, Luke's animation is kinda wonky but I really miss seeing Kurie's animation!! I really miss the old GL episodes, they were just so much more well-written, and the amount of editing done by Rosy in them is really underrated like they seriously look so good considering how limited GL was.

God, seeing Milly fight for something Zoey stole is really fucking relatable. Like, my bullies always steal my books, my sketchbooks, my pencil case..etc. and I always get in trouble when I try to wrestle them for it. Like, I get yelled at and keep getting told "You're a girl you shouldn't be fighting with anybody!" and all they get for pushing me over the edge is a slap on the wrist, schools are really unfair (and then adults wonder why we don't talk to them about shit).

Dear Rosy Jake is so pathetic he literally gets thrown away by just a punch I'm-

Fuck you Luke

Zoey calling Milly an animal is um, weird, to say the least.

Um, side note, I really forgot how weird Henriam were in the first few episodes- like you could see the basis of their characters as we know them now being established but it's still so weird seeing them like this (also Henry is almost Liam's height in GL which makes me want to die)

Imma just skip over the Miss Jones scene I practically said everything I have to say but before that Drew was too much of a dick in this episode in an unlikeable way like THANK GOD he's barely in this one and seeing Lia flirting with Jake feels very wrong for some reason. Still love her GL outfit though <33

Wow Hailey I am so glad to know you care more about the competition than Milly <444/sarcasm

FUCKING HYPOCRITE- (jk I love GL era Hailey <44)

Seeing the club pressuring Milly to talk speaks to me on a weirdly personal level. Everyone wants me to talk about my feelings, but have you ever considered that I don't want to talk about them? That I am still not comfortable enough to let you in? To let you see that I am vulnerable? To actually confront the fact that I am not okay? I know the music club and the ppl ik irl genuinely mean well, but sometimes people aren't willing to talk, and you should respect that. Sometimes, just being there to keep us company and not judge us is enough, yk?

Side note: can really relate to Milly's reflex of hitting people when they get too close, I literally have to stop myself from punching my own mother whenever she grabs my arm or something I fucking hate being touched and I like the nice detail of Zander smiling when he found out who punched Jake.

Honestly, fuck Zander man. I joked about Hailey not caring about Milly's feelings, about Zander straight up doesn't care.

He is a straight up reminder of my one of my bullies and all the adults in my life. Fuck you Zander.

"Does the band mean nothing to you?"

DO MILLY'S FEELINGS MEAN NOTHING TO YOU ZANDER?!?

[Cries in this is super relatable]

"Great...she's on a rampage again"

Um...so, the girl being on the verge of a breakdown and being understandably angry at her bullies and her friends being extremely inconsiderate is considered being on a rampage? Damn, Sean, why do people even like you man.

So...you WANT to have control over her?? Idk man I am really mad at zander rn

"We can deal with whatever's bothering you, together!"

"Milly, I'm worried about you."

I already elaborated on this point but I just want to talk about how much I love Hailey in the first 4 episodes she was literally an awesome queen what happened to her 😭

God I love Redemption so fucking much it is literally the best song and musical scene in TMF /gen

Love the foreshadowing to Lia's redemption in the scene where they're bullying Milly btw, Rosy is awesome when it comes to subtlety (that is how you spell it right-?)

"🎵But you keep trying to get too close🎵"

Literally on the verge of tears this song (and whole episode tbh) hits way too close to home/gen (i feel like I have to keep clarifying how genuine I bcuz I don't think people realize how emotional this gacha series can make me)

"🎵Saved myself by turning into stone🎵"

[In tears] I swear people really underestimate how fucked up someone's psyche can be when they're all cheery and hyper. Media has made us believe that people who bottle up emotions are all cold and depressed but really the most cheerful people you knew tend to be the most depressed. The only other major examples from my fandoms that fit this category that I can think of are KEL from Omori and Kokichi form Dangan, but I feel like KEL fits this statement more that Ouma tbh

"🎵So save your judgement 'cause you just don't know🎵"

REAL. AND THE CAMERA PANNING TO ZANDER WAS JUST *chef's kiss* I SWEAR ROSY IS REALLY GOOD AT SHOWING EMOTION.

"🎵And they keep coming like moth to flame🎵"

People want a reaction. Adults keep telling you to just ignore the bullies and they'll go away, but they never will because they KNOW they're getting under your skin and they'll continue teasing you till you snap and they'll only stop when it's already too fucking late.

"🎵Redemption never came🎵"

This. This line is perfect and it is the perfect ending to the song. People are so quick to judge and tell you you need to change but they never stop to get to know the real you, they never stop to actually help you change, and you'll always be the villain in the end.

"Milly seems really important to these guys"

YA THINK?!?!

"I'm missing chunks of my hair because of her!"

Zoey please marry me 💖

"They must be talking about Milly..."

Yeah, no shit, Sherlock

"I can't believe she has a crush on that nerd!"

Me neither, Zoey, Milly is wayyyy above his league.

"You...blackmailed your friend for me?"

Also, being bullied for a crush is soo real. Like, I am aroace so I wasn't bullied for HAVING a crush, I was bullied for being a "pick me" because I just so happened to be close friends with a guy and they were all accusing us of dating (this is like a big deal here since dating is very frowned upon, especially for AFABs; so they KNEW they were gonna tank my reputation and ruin my life basically. I can't tell you the amount of teachers who would look at me weird when I talked to my guy friends)- anyways this barely has anything to do with Milly or tmf but this is my blog I do whatever

[EDIT: A WHOLE CHUNK OF THE RANT WAS DELETED?? I AM REWRITING IT NOW]

"Y'know, what? I think I might go see what Drew's up to, I've yet to tell him about how I saw you with your sugar daddy last weekend"

This was the moment I started hating Jake. I didn't like him before, but I started loathing him at that moment.

I have been cheated on before, and if my friends knew and didn't tell me I would have killed them.

"But drew wouldn't have believed him!" Well, he believed him in ep 10, didn't he? And Henriam would have been there to back him up anyways.

Another question I have regarding this is how on earth did he blackmail her?! Liek he didn't have a photo or anything.

AND WHY ISNT HE CONCERNED ABOUT ZOEY GOIGN OUT WITH AN ADULT!??!

"Aw, you two looked very cozy together"

His tone reminds me of my abuser and I don't like. It has nothing to do with the essay, but I wanted to point it out. It really got under my skin.

"Just...please don't tell Drew about what you saw"

Is ti just me or does she seem genuinely sad?? Like her conscience is tormenting her?? Idk man maybe I am just reading into this way too much but- [pulls out ancient tmf theories about Zoey being forced into this by sb and actually being in love with Drew]

"I can't believe those girls, snooping into people's diaries like that"

And you can believe Jake blackmailing Zoey?? I get you're still salty about Lia but cmon Hailey give the man some consequences

[INSERT DEAN SCENE HERE]

MR.BROOOOOOOOOOOM

GOD HER TONE IS JUST- LIKE, SHE'S UNCERTAIN ABOUT JAKE'S METHOD [PROBABLY] BUT SHE CANT BELIEVE SOMEBODY CARES ABOUT HER THAT MUCH OH MY- SOMEBODY GIVE HER A HUG PLEASE SHE NEEDS IT

I SWEAR IF I SEE SOMEBODY ELSE CALL HER CARDBOARD LIEK THE ANON DID I WILL KILL YHEM

"Um...well, when you put it like that-"

Jesus Christ this man doesn't even realize what he did.

That final interaction with Milly and Jake where they reflect on the whole thing is just- beautiful, awesome, fantastic. It's really sweet and I love seeing Milly finally being comfortable enough to talk about her feelings (even if she isn't being too specific or conveying all of her feelings)

Why does Elliot look like that.

Milly why do you like this guy.

Anyways, I love the sound effects Rosy used to add whenever people would blush, I miss it (iirc it isn't in any of the new ep)

GOD I MISSED HE INTRO/OUTRO SONG SO MUCH NOSTALGIA-

Anyways, I love this episode, this is peak TMF and it makes me angry to see how Milly was reduced to comic relief in the end.

I would write a proper conclusion but I am too fucking lazy

Bye freaks

[tathrin]

I just need you to know your tags on that post about Boba Fett made me realize HOW MUCH of Legends-era Boba Fett I didn't know about and now it is my goal to hunt every book and story down because dear gods he's even more amazing than I realized

Ahhhh omg yes he's the best and worst in all the best ways. Thank you for giving me another excuse to talk about him!

Okay so start with the Twin Engines of Destruction comic by Andy Mangels and John Naedeau, that is THE epitome of Boba Fett. (#he had no face just the helmet that WAS his face #he canonically gives money from successful jobs to orphanages WHAT #when he found out someone was impersonating him AND BOTCHING JOBS he set that fucker up SO GOOD #he literally took the man apart physically spiritually and emotionally and left him paralyzed staring at his own about-to-explode jetpack #and put the antidote to the neurotoxin in front of him said ''you may survive if you have the will to move...like i would'' and WALKED AWAY) Genuinely just...this is it, this is him, this is everything anyone ever needs to know about how to write Boba Fett.

After that I'll recommend moving onto the Boba Fett: Death, Lies, and Treachery comics (consisting of "Bounty on Bar Kooda," "When the Fat Lady Swings," and "Murder Most Foul") by John Wagner and Cam Kennedy (probably my favorite Fett comic artist; their style is wonky yes but it fits so well!). Boba Fett: Agent of Doom is another one drawn by Kennedy that is excellent, although it's written by John Ostrander (who did the best Clone Wars comics btw) instead of Wagner. Also I personally like to headcanon the last one actually being about Ailyn Vel, but that's neither here nor there. Your best bet to find these is probably the Star Wars Legends — Epic Collection: The New Republic vol 7 tpb but Marvel is shit about keeping their SW comics in print, so good luck.

Also definitely worth reading are K.W. Jeter's Bounty Hunter Wars trilogy of novels (#he surgically removed his olfactory pleasure sensors so he wouldn't be affected by space pollen shit  #he'd drop an entire mine on top of himself to get his mark if he had to and then just dig his way back out #he once used the dying body of the closest thing he had to a friend as a laser canon to kill some tin-can hutts  #he had his fucking SKIN DISSOLVED and still sat up to shoot a bitch #he walked onto an exploding star destroyer just to have a conversation AND THEN FLEW IT RIGHT BACK OUT AGAIN) but I will say that the quality of them varies wildly between different sections...but it's one of those "even the bad parts are good, despite being terrible" books, if you know what I mean!

No Disintegrations, Please! is a short-story from the Tales of the New Republic collection, and that's the one that features Fett walking through an Imperial Garrison to get his mark that I was thinking of when I made the post (although it seems that tag didn't save? or I just can't find it again amidst all the unhinged shrieking of the rest of them lol) although he also took on a garrison in one of the comics and in another comic he went through a wrecked Star Destroyer full of murder-droids and TIE patrols so like...not an out-of-the-ordinary endeavor for him lol.

Payback: The Tale of Dengar, also from one of the short-story collections, in this case Tales of the Bounty Hunters, is where Dengar gets Fett to be his best man, although alas the wedding itself is never depicted anywhere, at least not that I've seen. (Although if you'll permit an extremely immodest self-rec, I did write about it once in a fic...) My favorite moment in this story, though, is when Boba Fett pulls a straw out to drink without removing his helmet. Too bad no one apparently ever mentioned that features to Din Djarin; would have made his life considerably easier. And yes, I was the person shouting "use a straw you idiot!" at the screen several times, to the vast amusement of those watching with me.

And of course, Susejo a.k.a. the Sarlacc mentioned in the original post is from A Barve Like That: The Tale of Boba Fett from the short-story collection "Tales From Jabba's Palace."

For new stuff that still feels like classic Fett, Age of Rebellion: Boba Fett by Greg Pak and Bria LaVorgna is really the only thing that comes to mind, but it's quite a lovely little one-shot.

*If you have trouble finding Twin Engines of Destruction let me know. I have the whole thing saved on my computer because I love it so much, although I will say that the digital format/coloring does it no favors.

[thessalian]

Okay. I am willing - provisionally - to give Bloober Team the benefit of the doubt. Yes, even after the shit-show that was The Medium. On at least one level, they're doing it right. Because this is the kind of shit I haven't seen in years. I don't mean the wonky combat - I may not have played the original games myself, but I watched them played, and that's not new. I don't mean the avoidable combat either - same deal.

What I mean is a gameplay trailer like this. It wasn't just fifteen minutes of in-game cutscene. It wasn't choreographed flashy combat like that gods-awful "combat trailer" that apparently Konami made Bloober release (because apparently Konami forgot that Silent Hill was never about combat sometime after they took it from Hideo Kojima and turned it into a fucking Pachinko machine). It's the kind of gameplay trailer that reflects a lot of what you're going to do - looking around, interacting with things, figuring out the odd puzzle, being really really tense every time your radio gives you feedback, dodging what combat you can't avoid, rationing your ammo because you don't get very much of that (usually by knocking down a creature with a gunshot and then beat it with a lead pipe while it's trying to get up to attack you) ... and yeah, the occasional cutscene too, but mostly just enough to see how well it flows with the rest of the game.

This isn't the kind of gameplay trailer we normally see these days, because of how the AAA gaming companies operate. They have been trying to follow the Hollywood movie formula for success - 'blockbusters', mostly. And you know what most film trailers are like right now - all the flashy moments, often out of context, sometimes moments that didn't even make it to the final cut, and basically the cinematic equivalent of clickbait. Also ... let's face it - a lot of the video games industry are effectively trying the MCU model - milk a franchise until it's dead by throwing together the popular characters and sufficient explosions and a few faux-witty one-liners that were apparently crafted by committee. The kind of thing I always fear will be the result of an AI-generated script, frankly.

AAA game companies don't actually want us to see their games anymore. Mostly because they know that if we saw actual gameplay - not just the flashy in-game cutscenes and skyboxes and a couple of snippets of action shots, but what we will spend most of the game doing - we'd think twice before pre-ordering. We might say, "Hmm ... maybe I'll wait until it's on sale", especially in this economy. They don't want us to make informed decisions about our purchases. They want us hyped enough to blow Significant Money on a deluxe edition pre-order so that they'll have our money before we find out that the game isn't quite as advertised. Hell, it's the only way to keep that sweet, sweet pre-order money coming in, given that we're not having to go to a physical shop and preorder a physical copy to ensure that there will be enough copies at the store on release day.

But I will say this: I don't pre-order games very often. After Dragon Age 2, there was a long stretch where I was happy to wait until release day. There have been two exceptions in just over thirteen years - Dredge, and Horizon Forbidden West.

This might be the third. Mostly because it's willing to show me what I'd actually be getting, and I fucking love it.

Dear video games industry: DO MORE OF THIS, YOU COWARDS! With varying degrees of regard and disdain, Thess

[mirror-to-the-past]

Dream Drop Distance is really cool so far! Anyone who's heard me speak knows I love shit with dreams, and I'm glad KH is really throwing itself into that mix now. The intro was admittedly a bit jarring, because I was like... "okay... they're younger... with raft? No Kairi? URSULA?! They're drowning? Traverse town... did I skip a cutscene without realizing?"

But I'm good to go, now! 😆 👍

Except for the phantom Ursula bit... why her? Trying to figure that one out, still.

Anyway, here's where I squeal!

Remember when I said this, one post ago, in reference to Maleficent rhetorically questioning fiction vs. reality:

"Here we go, create new worlds from stories, huh?"

On top of Sora's journal being established as being tied to his very being, and that the two clearly have just as much life within them, and that line, it's an interesting choice that the Dream Drop Distance opening movie shows lots of storybooks with writing within them of places in the games, particularly one of Destiny Islands with the trio within it. The game's going meta, boys... I'm banking on it.

The intro scene with Braig's death and Xehanort's... whatever is going on... so intrigued...

The Dream Eaters are SOOO cute! I love their wonky little faces and weird eyes. A mix of Inception dream diving, KH, and Pokémon? This game is like... scientifically engineered to make me go insane. I immediately went to see if censors were enacted for Dream Eater naming as was the case for actions in BBS, and Riku now has a colorful bat following him around named "FU%K." Truly, I am maturity incarnate.

The addictive card game in Traverse Town is very rewarding as a CoM Enjoyer with how it replicates the gameplay. The entire time I was running around I shared Sora's hyper reaction of "I haven't seen this part of Traverse Town before!!" :D I am Filled with Wonder. Traverse Town's got a whole underground supersized mailroom that reminds me of that one place in Polar Express, holy cow!

The two worlds I've been to are so pretty so far! And AAAA a Hunchback of Notre Dame world, which I have been wanting since the first game, ohmygod, guys! The intro got my hopes up for a Fantasia world, but it could've just been a one-off reference like they've done before, and there's so much in Fantasia that I don't know if they'd actually commit to stylizing a whole world off of it. But anyway, if they did... I'd explode. But I won't hold my breath (I say, coping, setting my expectations to a reasonable level). Anyway, now I can legitimately say "Sora and Riku fight the church lmao" and actually have canon backing for it. My wish came true again. And wow.... the cathedral windows are so purty... I just sorta stared at them for a 'lil bit. Then I fought a frog. Then Sora got profiled by Frollo (that was not on my bingo sheet, but something was both disconcerting and hilarious about Frollo looking Sora up and down and going "I know what you are," *projects discriminated group onto Sora's oblivious being*).

And hoo boy, don't get me started on my little duo. Not half an hour into the game, and already Sora was screaming for Riku at the top of his lungs. That was the true indicator it was a KH2 sequel. And Riku, Mr. 'I-agree-with-the-I-wanna-protect-the-one-thing-that-matters-feeling,' *reaches out tentatively for Sora's spectral face,* and "Wish I could take my own advice?" (In terms of struggling to be vulnerable enough to look for acceptance from those close to him- a theme I hold near and dear to my heart) (Seriously, that Quasimodo and Riku parallel was just *chef's kiss*) These two are gonna be something (and when were they not), aren't they?

Also loved when Riku just instinctually backed up Esmeralda with the 'I am an alien to this world and do not know your slurs, I only know to turn a blind eye when I see someone running from authority.' I lol-ed.

Theory time! I guess not really a theory, but moreso multiple observations. The Dream Eater symbol is really similar to the Unversed symbol, first of all! Which is interesting, but would also make sense, as Nightmares and "Bad, lingering feelings" can kinda go hand in hand. Will that mean something for the plot? I'll see! ALSO I think it's interesting how the story took the time to have the characters be like "woah my clothes are different," so like any self respecting person with eyeballs that work, I looked at the clothes and noticed Riku had a Dream Eater symbol on his back! I checked, and unless it's hidden, Sora did not, so hm.... I mean, all I could really throw out with that is "Riku's a dream eater!" But that wouldn't answer why, how, why Sora isn't one, what it really entails to exist as a dream eater, anyway, so it's not really a theory and instead is half baked speculation. But... neat, y'know?

I'm still figuring out what exactly the Sleeping Worlds are and what they mean for the canon, but ya know I'll get there! It's about the journey, maaan. 😎 But know that so far, I am definitely a happy camper (Playing in Proud mode though, we'll see how long that good feeling lasts, lol).

[tricornonthecob]

So I'll make up for it now I guess

LK 115: Middle-Aged New York

(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)(pt5)

Ayyyyy enter the Himbo!

Man Sarah has a type doesn't she.

Thinks he's fuckin slick but he does this every time he spies a hot chick.

James you do understand this is The Guy She Told You Not To Worry About, right? Probably shouldn't be giving her more reasons to flirt with Udney.

What a slut. Also looks like you lost an eyebrow in that frame.

Her flirting style is the same sort of banter she has with James like 24/7. Honestly mad that this episode sort of seems like one of the writers trying to make them just-friends.

James: "yeah girl give it to him!"

"suckerrrr"

"wait no not like that"

lol they've been watching the battalion's finest himbo doing his finest work this entire time.

It seems like the writers, directors, animators, etc probably didn't intend it but I say he is seething with jealousy.

For someone who just now realized she's polyamorous, man do I love a spot of jealousy/envy in my ships. I am a simple woman with simple tastes.

Honestly though Udney is right up there with Yancey in names I'm happy we all decided were wonky.

What's he thinkin about so dreamily? Bread? The sea? Chaos?

...Girl are you packing that dress so you can look extra hot for the continental army? Calm down, Lydia Bennet.

I know you're mad she's being a ho for the continental himbos but you gotta quit being a dick about it, James, you're gonna push her right into Udney's lap arms.

oooooh u done fucked up, Now its revenge canoodling!

Because her mother would let her go, lets face it lol

Although this does harken back to a few episodes ago when her mom was like "Sarah dear can you please stay put in Philadelphia where I can keep tabs on you." So I guess Sarah read that and went "FUCK U, MOM." Some subtle teenage rebellion there.

Honestly I would have fought him for that and I'm a little surprised that isn't the route they went with here, also doesn't New York get torched after Kip's Bay, not sure the city's ultimately the safest spot.

Don't kid yourself, you can't stop Agent Henri from doing what Agent Henri wants.

Why, its a cute blonde dumbass in uniform! Her very weakness!

Damn she's really just out here to flirt with continental soldiers.

Goddamn I really wish they'd leant into raging hormonal S/J jealousy rn. Such a missed opportunity. I'd be chomping at the bit if I was in that writer's room. Who the fuck said calm down on the shippable content?

Which one of you was it??

Also is it just me or is Firefox employing an absolute shit-for-brains AI for its spellchecker? Because harken is absolutely a fucking word and it would have known that if it used an actual dictionary as a source. See this is why you need three dictionaries lying around the house, so you can yell at machine learning and prove a point!

[kofetalesnbpdchaos-leoreaper]

Survivor, Abuse & Mental Health…

I’m a survivor of abuse. You don’t need me to explain shit to you,

IF you hear immediately about my mental & personality conditions that I have.

I’m a borderliner.

I’m a partial dissociative identity person.

I’m with an ocd subtype.

I’m with alexithymia.

I’m with chronic depression.

I also live with anxiety too.

What is all this? How can I possibly be multiples?

I am a survivor of abuse, I survived 1 parent’s abuse.

They? I have no idea wtf they have. I never , even now with a lot of knowledge—

Ever have been labelling them with things.

Are they too a survivor? Yes actually…

Because I’m well aware of certain things that has happened to them,

Which has helped me piece in together shit.

My other parent? Abusive too. Are they too a survivor?

Why yes, actually. They survived the other parent’s abusive behaviours..

So. Tell me who has up to THIS very point, already given my parents labels?

Have you already given these peoples any of the existing Mental Conditions you know of?

Haha, you’re absolutely funny, but also fuck you too!! ^^

My parents are abusive, but they too are survivors of horrors.

“But Lena, how can this be? Hmm??”

Well you see: I’m a survivor too, but that didn’t stop me from exhibiting certain behaviours I wasn’t aware of!

Thank you to a friend, who has explained shit to me, making me realise: I unknowingly took what I know, what I see, what I hear & experience.

What have I done then? I in turn ended up hurting people who I knew!

Are you already using my mental health conditions as the causations right now? Dear Gods. No.

You see I developed BPD, due to childhood traumas. That’s kind of my genetics but I know for sure it is my shitty assed environment.

“How else did you get these..”

I didn’t just wake up one day, and then decided I wanted ALL of these mixtures of a cocktail fuck up!! Ahahaha!!

I developed them. I developed coping mechanisms…

I ended up suppressing my feelings, I ended up hurting myself a million zillion times more than anyone else would ever know…

“But why do you not label them?”

Label who? My parents? Oh I label them. I label them as abusive, bitchy, assholes…

Did you expect me to be… using real life serious medical terms? Hahaha, oh my god, I guess so you did.

No. I do not wish to label them like that. I can see them being anxious, I can see them have panic attacks—

But I never ever will be labelling them like I am some professional….

Yes, even if I did observe them, I don’t need to . My parents are assholes because they do not wish to accept that they may be living with things!!

They both are trauma filled, they are survivors— they just aren’t aware of things.

Some of us, such as my own very self, are aware of things that are “wrong”. Or rather feeling.. quite really wonky. Lol.

But refuse to label my parents, and I refuse to label my exes. My past lovers and my friends.

Why do I do that? Because what use is it to be using those medical labels, when I could be completely motherfucking wrong(?) but also I don’t need them to make sense of things!!

For you see, Lena here, I have grown an understanding. I have grown compassion towards peoples. I understand that you live with things, that you’ve survived or are surviving shits!!

But I do not still accept your “no accountabilities taken” either, I do not blame your.. bloody mental conditions.

Survivors of abuse, can be abusers too. Because my parents are the examples, and so am I too.

It’s no one’s fault for surviving horrors, but sadly & quite annoyingly 🙄🖕🏼🫠 We have to deal with it all.

I don’t need no labelling of medical conditions, to make sense of shit.

I already know the reasonings behind these things, that makes sense to me….

People who are survivors too, they wouldn’t know shit. But some of them be the assholey types of human peoples who act like they must label and group all of us aside and outcast us.

What an absolute joke, a bloody jestering clown if u will. I’m not sorry, it hurts.

But it’s 10 folds horrors, when you live with things you did not choose to live with, and hearing people become extremely aggressive and abusive towards YOU.

I’ll never be that kind of survivor. I will never be able to label even YOU all who behave like literal monsters with having abcd or xyz . It’s just not me. And I’m not gonna be an asshole and shield myself with being a survivor. 🖕🏼🖕🏼

I’m not sorry if you feel invalidated, I’m not so sorry if you feel like it was slap across them the motherfucking face. It’s a lot more worst to be on THIS side of things. But not everybody knows it, lives it and sees it and gets scared to near deaths of it.

Come back to me, when you are with what I have, come back to me when you are screamed at through texts or verbal encounters.

Come back to ME. When you have paranoia, when you so scared that you want to kill yourself and discard your life for being who you are.

And then? Well. Only then we can talk . Do not fucking speak to me, lol. 😇🖕🏼🔪🔪

— Lena Eclipse Oriña Reaper; L.E.O REAPER.

[chancedarling]

"Regrettably, no. Had a nice little stash tin with some quality green on my desk but... Alas, no desk. No tin. No green."

Another of those lax and slightly wonky shrugs, and Chance turns to look back behind them. Beyond the beach, toward the denser foliage beyond and he does make a small gesture.

"This place is fairly tropical though, you never know what it might provide. I'll let you know if I come across any."

Though once his childish stint of mooning the camera was over, and Zaid was actually laughing, relaxing into the joke and the absurdity, he opens his mouth and starts talking. See? It was never that hard. Chance allows his brow to raise at the mention of London and New York - giving the impression that he's most genuinely and sincerely impressed (yawn). And they raise even higher at the mention of an easy hundred quid a plate (small change, paltry, pithy...)

(Perhaps if Zaid had actually accomplished something, he would have eventually made it onto Chances radar. He should consider himself l u c k y that his 'success' was mediocre at best).

"Holy shit. You really are the real deal - huh?"

The big 'I am'. Perhaps he got a buzz from being that guy. The owner, the success, the man in charge. Of holding other peoples jobs and livelihoods over their heads. In barking orders and demanding perfection on plates that would still just be shovelled into someone's mouth. Elevation of what was a simple, basic need into a money making enterprise. Give it a fancy title and slap on a ridiculous price tag and suddenly the mundane became 'gourmet'.

"Can't say I've ever tried it. And the only chef that's ever served me... besides my dear ole ma... Is me. Can't even imagine what it's like to be waited on and served posh nosh in a fancy restaurant like that. It's a world away from KFC and Pot Noodles. Wow... So you're like... Really famous and stuff?"

He sounds suitably impressed but not 'fawning'. Pop in, drop in, slide in those compliments. Boost his morale, his confidence, his ego.

(And in the next breath, see just how far you can tear that down.)

"Sounds like you were livin' the dream!"

Just a few little words, tossed out innocently, so that it sounds as though Chance has ample enough admiration for the man in front of him. But even though he's still wide eyed and giving the impression of being mildly starstruck - inherently interested in this guys 'amazing achievements', what he's actually doing is watching - carefully - for a reaction.

Just how perfect was your life, Zaid?

Zaid asks if he's ever used a gun before. Ugh. No. Because there were much more entertaining ways to dispose of things... People in included. Especially if you could make them take themselves down.

...Doubt, despair, fear, failure, loss...

...Were all incredible motivators toward self-destruction.

"Yeah, of course."

He pipes up with a far more chipper attitude than might be expected given his previous reaction to the case full of weapons.

"Had House of the Dead on PS2. Classic. Especially if you had the peripherals to shoot the zombies with rather than the controller - uh... Guns. Plastic guns."

That is almost true. He did have House of the Dead classic... But that was the full original refurbed arcade version, rather than some pissy console. Along with a myriad others in his own playroom. Hey - even morally dubious genius still needed to decompress on occasion. Ridiculous wealth also allowed for ridiculous indulgence.

"You ever play it?"

But then he's wandering off. Raiding yet another of those cases washed up on the shore, and Chance dutifully shuffles along behind.

"Uh... You think we can? Just... Take this stuff, I mean?"

He does look uncertain. He doesn't care, but that's besides the point.

"Have to admit... Sandpaper crotch isn't the best."

Zaid gave a watery huff of appreciation for Chance's counterpoint. Farmers and manure. Allusions and allegories. Meaningless chat; but after almost drowning Zaid would gladly take it, and appreciated Chance goings on. Conversation meant life. Zaid was still alive.

And it was an absolute revelation to Zaid, that he actually wanted to live.

(Perhaps not the best choice to connect life-saving revelations to Chance Darling, but what did Zaid know).

"You don't happen to have any weed you at this moment, do you?" Zaid half-joked again, brown eyes flickering to Chance. Asking so much of this man! But Chance was so giving, mashallah. "I'd also take a valium, if I'm honest."

He agreed about being freaked out by the CCTV contraption. The drone of glitchy welcome message that felt both overdone and inapplicable. "Honestly mate - I hope them cameras work. As in, I hope someone's on the other side and sees this bloody disaster and is sending for help, right now." Because what else were they for? Zaid had to believe that it was security cameras, that someone was keeping vigil. And there were enough people - a myriad of creeds and origins - that whatever force lay behind the cameras, didn't mean them ill will.

Granted, Zaid did see a film once where the super-rich hunted people for sport. But life wasn't science fiction. Despite what these odd rubber bracelets seemed to imply.

But Chance had different ideas, and Zaid was the perfect audience, his loud bark of surprise and laughing scandal as the lanky fellow straight-up mooned the cameras. "Flipping hell, there's incentive for the buggers! Big pale full moon's bound to get rescue hustling faster to save us innit."

With a life built on renown and fame, Zaid fell easily under Chance's spotlight. It was his comfort zone, his professional life was shiny and polished (for the most part. Before New York, anyway) and frankly he was proud of it, considering his beginnings. "The second one's a couple years into opening, in New York. My first's in London; and it survived lockdown." A note of grim relief in his voice as he said that. The food industry timeline, among many other businesses. A snort and look of somewhat patronizing amusement, typical chef/owner.

"Erm, not exactly posh; at least, most in England don't think Pakistani cuisine could ever be posh, unless elevated by a white chef yeah. But hundred quid a plate?" Zaid kissed his teeth. "Easily, mate. My diners get what they paid for, as you please."

The sound of the suitcase sinking made Zaid cautiously reassured. He agreed with Chance's assessment of course. But on the other hand... He watched it sink, remained silent for a heavy beat, and then asked Chance, "You ever used one before? A gun, I mean."

As for what to do next, Chance was more quips than ideas, but Zaid didn't mind. He'd given the bloke a chance (ha...that'll get unfunny pretty quick) to voice his own ideas, and now it was time for Zaid's. Zaid started making his way back to a pile of other luggage he'd salvaged, glancing back at Chance to see if Chance would follow.

"Can't do the booze, but the shopping deck on the cruise ship did have a duty free, didn't it. Not that I plan to return to that bloody 'mare any time soon..." Zaid stared up at the looming ship, as he walked. Instead, he opened up some of the suitcases. "You know what'd feel good though? Some dry bloody clothes, no more wet sand in me keks. That's what I'm going to find. If you see anything you like, help yourself. Guessing we won't be the same fit anyway."

[belovedmoss]

I missed you more that I miss Susan~tom x FEM reader

{GUYS I JUST GOT HOME AND AFTER I MASTERB- nah just kidding but seriously after I got home from vacation I thought of a story where the reader got home after vacation and tom fucked the reader after not being able to for a couple of days (five days) }

Also p.s I got home from vacation and it was amazing owo

(Also i you haven't noticed I do a lot of female readers I'm trying to write male readers but my male validation is all wonky ~[>^<]~ ) I mean wtf is wrong with me and that sentence??????

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~some shits boutta go down*~*~~*~*~*

(Also I haven't been doing mentally good so enjoy as much effort as i try to put into this min brav dysber!)

As always your warnings/topics

1 F/n= first friends name

2 f/n= second friends name

Topics: nsfw, degrading and praise, overtimulation, pet names, somewhat possessive, force....

You finally got home after your 5 day long vacation with your good friends (1 f/n) and (2 f/n). You were so happy to be home that day.

Except a certain someone was waiting for you. A no eyed-soon to be horney- spikey hair- guy named tom.

It's also 12 pm when you arrived, plus a secret story hidden in another story whaaaaaaa????))))

When you walked out into the driveway of the house you were staying at, with your roommates of course, a certain "well well well" followed by a disembodied Spanish guitar, perked your interest.

"Look who's back! It's y/n! Back from your vacation? It's better with you not here. " Edwardo said.

"Yeah it's actually quite without you here!" Mark followed.

Then sweet little jon said:

"But Edwardo...I thought you had a crush on y-" then a smack follows jon.

"Shut up!" Edwardo said with a huff. Followed with Jon's signature "oooow!" (I was so tempted to make him say 'i wish you were dead' but that's kinda sad ngl)

You ignored them as they walked back to their house.

Then you entered yours.

The 4 guys were sitting on the sofa (fun fact: if your couch has arms, it's not a couch, it's a sofa) watching "attack of the insane zombie pirates from hell IIIII" (5). Tom did a double take and jumped up. You could see he was happy....not just on his expression though. You couldn't help but oogle at him down there. But he said

"Y/n.....my ey- I mean my holes are up here" he said snapping his fingers. After you tried to tear Tom off of you, you said hello to the other 3 guys.

Matt kept telling you how much he missed you and can't wait to do makeup with you.

Tord gave you a knuckle rub on the head and said he's glad your back.

Edd asked if you wanted to chat about your trip, but you said maybe later, and that you were tired and wanted to get Tom off your back.,

As Tom helped you carry your bags to your room, he began to tell you how much he missed you.

"It was so boring without you here y/n I missed you so much and matt was annoying and that dumbass Edwardo kept bothering me and matt and edd about a stupid Coca-Cola fued and also did I tell you how much I mi-" he kept dragging on and on without stopping that his face was going purple, because he wasnt taking any breaths. So you stopped him.

"Tom....."

"Yes y/n"

"I know how much you missed me and I missed you too"

"And I also noticed that your little guy was excited to.....see me too...." You trail off as you bite your lip. Tom drops your suitcase.

Let me tell you one thing dear reader:

Since you have been gone....Tom has missed you so much...he just wants to dive in.

But dear reader...You try to make him miss you even more...But fail

So you don't want to have sex in your room, like you usually do, but instead want to make a mess of toms room. You take his hand and walk over to his room.

Tom hisses and groans at how hard his cock is.

"Tssss-y/n....." (how tf do you make a hiss noise?) Tom says in breathy moans. You close the door and playfully push him onto his bed, with him sitting up. (Get ready for the somewhat descriptive) you see his cock outline the space in between the crotch area of his black pants. You tease that area till Tom is basically on the verge of tears.

When you decide he had enough, you unbutton his pants and take down his undergarments, to reveal his long hard member. You kinda forgot how big his was and gulped like they did in the movies. But suddenly you feel a warm hand on your hair, and then you start to feel something warm go down your throat.

Luckily your gag reflexes are great, so Tom shower no mercy.

Every 5 times you went down on his dick, he made sure to give you some breathing time, but not enough for you to restart, do about 4-5 seconds would do for him. This continued for about 5 minutes before you decided it was your turn.

But Tom wasn't quite done with you. He wanted more, and he got more.

"~ahh fuck....Jesus Christ sweetheart...you're doing great~"

Or

"~Is that what you want bitch? For me to release another load into your sweet little throat?"

Would come out of that rat bastared mouth of his.

But you learned to accept it.

Then after about another 5 minutes, he thought you had enough of a throat fucking. You finally got more than 5 seconds of air and opened your eyes. Spit and cum was all over your mouth and toms bottom half of his body. You gasped and hungrily stared at the remaining cum, waiting for his approval to clean it up.

Tom with an exhausted look on his face, nodded in approval.

And you made do with the little chum between your petite face, and his crotch area.

As you cleaned up, with no hesitation, Tom flung you on his bed next. He fiddled with your clothes, removing every piece of clothing with a grin and a:

"Can't wait for you to be my little bitch toy"

As soon as you both were naked (surprisingly he took 5 minutes to remove it....Jesus Christ tom) he decided it was time. He made you get into missionary (making an au on that laterrrr) his favourite position not to mention.

It began.

Began with no hesitaion, just started pounding into you. The sound of skin slapping together, the pretty noise both you and tom were making, the moans and gasps and screams coming from both of you. At one point you came too early that Tom "had to start all over again" and he did. Except this time he went slow at first, but kept going fast after a few seconds.

>guys let your imagination shine because i don't know how to end this one<

[irishseeeker]

                      row, row, row your boat with ferocious jealously 

Kate Sharma is taking a boat ride with a man that isn’t him. Anthony Bridgerton decides he doesn’t quite like that.

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Anthony Bridgerton was livid.

“Anthony.”

“Anthony?”

“What?” Anthony snapped, his tone harsher than intended as he snapped his head away from the source of his rage and back to look at his pestering brothers.

Benedict, frowning at his brother’s harsh tone, raised an eyebrow. “What on earth are you glaring at?”

Colin was smirking triumphantly over the glass in his hand, which made Anthony want to throttle him more. “I wonder what our dear brother could be glaring at. Or should I say-who.”

The widest lopsided grin spread out on Ben’s face.

Benedict, the traitor, quickly caught on as he followed Anthony and Colin’s eyeline to where Kate Sharma herself, dressed in a dark purple dress that made her brown skin glow and his legs weak, was talking to him. No-she was laughing with him. He couldn’t possibly be that funny.

Was it a pity laugh? Surely it was a pity laugh.

Anthony had never hated a man so much in his life as he hated William Trent. He was the second son of an Earl and Anthony had spoken to him a few times at Whites. Anthony didn’t know him well at all, he had been in Benedict’s year at Eton and Oxford and they had only met a handful of times.

Anthony still despised him.

Since when had he been courting Kate? Anthony couldn’t have possibly missed news that significant. He came from a family of gossips who would have said something, he attended most of the same balls as Kate did-he didn’t recall them dancing, much less speaking.

Kate’s ring of laughter rang through the air and it was like a knife to the chest, puncturing every bit of sense he had left in him. Anthony didn’t care much for sense at that moment.

All he knew was he wanted to be the one to make her laugh.

That fact itself rather terrified him.

“What do you think of Trent, Ben?” Colin’s teasing tone wasn’t lost on Anthony and he was this close to getting thrown into the river that was a few metres away from them.

“I rather like him. We went to Eton and Oxford together. Decent. Funny,” Benedict drawled, his lopsided grin close to falling off his face as it was stretched so widely. “Very popular with ladies, I believe.”

Anthony was clenching his jaw so hard, it began to ache. His grip was so tight on his wine glass, it was close to smashing in his hands. “I hope you two are enjoying yourselves.”

“Oh brother,” Colin said, patting his eldest brother on the shoulder with the same, teasing grin. “We truly are.”

This was ridiculous. He didn’t want to come today. The last place he wanted to be was at a full of young ladies on the marriage mart, their families and potential suitors. He had to come, as he is meant to be courting and finding a wife. He was also the head of his household. He was meant to be courting Edwina.

Edwina.

Anthony hadn’t thought about her since they had briefly greeted each other when they arrived. All he could think about, from the moment he saw Kate and her head full of bouncy, dark curls , was her. How much he wanted to wrap one of those curls around his fingers and pull her away, behind a tree and-

No.

He had to stop this. This endless torture of imagining things that would never be. He had already chosen a wife. Kate had dragged her sister off just as Anthony and his brothers greeted the Sharma women.

Kate had barely looked at him as she said those two words, “My lord,” that made the hairs on his arms stick up and an uncomfortable warm feeling spread through his stomach.

Those feelings only ever happened when she spoke to him.

He wanted her to whisper them in his ear while he had his way with her. He wanted her to whisper them in his ear in their bed. He wanted her to whisper them in his ear while she was sat on his lap, dancing in his arms, for the rest of their bloody lives-

“It looks like Miss Sharma is going for a boat ride down the river.”

Colin’s voice snapped Anthony out of his dangerous thoughts and the fury quickly spread through Anthony’s entire body as he watched Kate take that bastard’s hand and walk towards the boats that were lined up along the bank of the river.

Not on his bloody watch.

“What an excellent idea,” Anthony said, shoving his glass into his brother’s chest as he clapped his hands, looking around for Edwina. “I’ll go find Miss Sharma.”

“I believe Miss Edwina Sharma has already been escorted into a boat.” Benedict chimed in, gesturing towards a boat that was being rowed by a man Anthony couldn’t recognize.

Shit.

Anthony had to act fast. He had to ask a young lady quickly to take a boat ride with him so he could catch up with Kate. He would row the bloody English channel just to find out what they were speaking out and what was so bloody funny about Trent.

He scanned the crowd around them, most of the young ladies beaming at him but he struggled to put a name to most of their faces. He needed someone he could tolerate, that didn’t talk too much and someone that wouldn’t make him want to drown himself more than he already wanted to at the thought of Kate and that imbecile rowing along the river together.

He left his brothers, making his way through the crowds and spotting a few familiar faces. He nodded his head in greeting as people spoke to him, hastily turning around as he spotted Cressida Cowper and her mother making a beeline for him.

Colin had once compared them to the Queen’s yapping little dogs that never seemed to shut up and follow you everywhere and Anthony struggled to not laugh every time he had the displeasure of making their acquaintance.

There were many things Anthony would do to get closer to Kate Sharma and that man but trapping himself in a boat with Cressida Cowper would not be one of them.

He didn’t like bullies.

There, standing in a shockingly blinding bright yellow dress with embroidered sequins, was his saving grace.

Penelope Fetherington.

“Miss Fetherington,” Anthony said, slightly out of his breath as he approached her, bowing his head. “Would you do me the honour of accompanying me for a boat ride along the river?”

He felt slightly guilty, noticing she was alone and looking uncomfortable. Eloise was sick at home in bed, she had made her first season quite the strain on their family with her habit of complaining about everything and unwillingness to participate in anything.

“My Lord,” Penelope squealed, her round cheeks darkening as she bowed her head. “Oh! That is very kind of you. But-well, you don’t have to. I’m really okay. If your mother-”

“I want to,” Anthony said quickly, the guilt growing inside of him as she spoke. No one should have to feel as if they’ve only been asked because someone’s mother forced them to. Even if his intentions weren’t honourable, he’d try harder to make sure she didn’t feel like that. “Do I seem to you like a man who does what he doesn’t want to do?”

Penelope’s anxious expression faded slowly into a relaxed one, a small smile appearing on her face. “I would love to, my lord.”

“I will admit, Miss Fetherington,” Anthony spoke quietly to her, offering her his arm as they made their way to the river bank. Anthony pushed people out of the way until they were right behind Kate and William. “I do enjoy boat rides. However, I needed to escape the preying mothers and their daughters on the bank. My mother would have pushed me onto a boat if I didn’t pick a suitable young lady and I couldn’t have picked better company.

Penelope’s giggle, which was louder than expected, caught the attention of Kate, Trent, Cressida Cowper, another gentlemen Anthony hadn’t met and of course-Colin.

Colin, who had wormed his way into a conversation with Kate and Trent and grinning mischievously at his brother as he did so. Benedict had been wise enough to stay away.

“Viscount Bridgerton.” Trent said quickly, smiling and bowing his head as he addressed him. Anthony’s bow was stiff in return.

“Good afternoon,” Anthony said stiffly, feigning slight confusion and real distaste as he stared at him. He wasn’t very impressive up close. His jacket looked cheap and his hat was slightly wonky. Anthony surely didn't have anything to worry about. This man didn’t look funny. “Have we met?”

It was rude, but Anthony couldn’t find it in himself to care.

He chose to ignore Colin’s loud snort from beside him as well.

“William Trent, my Lord.” He said, blushing slightly as he shook Anthony’s hand while he pushed his shoulders back and stood up straighter. He looked scared. Anthony knew instantly he wasn’t a good fit for Kate. She would walk all over him. Anthony relished in how intimidating he could be sometimes. “May I introduce-“

Anthony could feel his blood boiling. How dare he. The hand that was free from Penelope’s arm curled into a fist, he knew the expression on his face was thunderous. No one had to introduce Kate to him. No one. If anything, he should be the one introducing Kate to people. That should be his job. Except it wasn’t and it could never be. “There is no introduction necessary. Good Afternoon, Miss Sharma.”

“Lord Bridgerton.” She said plainly, frowning slightly at him. Her voice and frown, and those two words once again, having an exhilarating effect on him like nothing else has before.

Anthony’s manners quickly made themselves known as he turned to Penelope. “May I introduce Penelope Fetherington?”

“Sir,” Penelope said kindly, bowing her head. “Kate.” Her smile was much wider as she greeted her. Kate’s smile and something inside of his stomach twisted.

“Lord Bridgerton,” A voice from beside them piped up, belonging to, unfortunately, Cressida Cowper. “I would be happy to accompany you on the river. Sir Byrne will take Penelope off your hands-”

“I don’t believe I asked you, Miss Cowper,” Anthony said sharply, turning to glare at the intruder who had wiped the smile Anthony had been staring at right off Kate’s face. “I believe I asked Miss Fetherington.”

That shut her right up. Anthony didn’t like to think too badly of ladies of the ton but Cressida Cowper was truly unpleasant. That was the nicest word he could think of that wasn’t severely inappropriate.

“But, Miss Cowper,” Anthony said, his revenge so sweet he couldn’t help the smile breaking out on his face. “My brother Colin would be happy to accompany you.”

The colour drained right out of Colin’s face.

Anthony couldn’t help but glance at Kate, who caught his eye before looking down at the ground, desperately fighting off a smile.

Anthony clapped his brother’s shoulder as they moved towards the bank of the river where footmen had set up the boats for the passengers. He moved quickly to make sure they got the boat right beside and behind Kate and Trent. Kate and Trent were saying something quietly but Anthony could see the smile on her face and it infuriated him more.

It wasn’t that he didn’t expect Kate to have suitors. How could she not? She may be different to some ladies of the ton but everything different about her made her stand out from the rest. Not to mention, she was absolutely beautiful. He couldn’t stand in a room with her lately without glancing at her every ten seconds.

Any man would be a fool not to want her. Of course she was going to be courted.

He just wished she wasn’t.

He had no right to, he shouldn’t, but he did anyway.

Trent, the incompetent idiot, was caught in a conversation with a man on the bank. Kate, of course, took it upon herself to get herself into the boat.

“Be careful.” Anthony said, jumping at the opportunity to offer her his hand after he helped Penelope into their boat. Kate stared at his hand for a moment, before, begrudgingly, accepting it and stepping into the boat.

“Thank you.” She said stiffly, avoiding eye-contact as she settled into the boat. The moment their hands touched, her touch erupted a sensation that traveled from the top of his fingers, all the way up his arm and into his chest. This was seriously getting out of hand. Anthony needed to get himself together.

“Enjoy your boat ride,” He said quietly, noticing out of the corner of his eye Trent was finishing up his conversation. “Kate.” Anthony made his way back to his boat, smiling briefly at Penelope as they waited for Trent to begin rowing so Anthony could quickly follow.

Once they started moving, Anthony had a small swearing fit under his breath but the chances of Penelope hearing his language was quite high. Another boat had pulled out in front of them and separated them from Kate and Trent. Anthony was manically rowing to try to catch up with them up the river and his arms were beginning to ache.

Penelope spoke up. “I was sorry to hear about Eloise. I hope she is feeling better soon.”

Anthony didn’t miss the sly smile on Penelope’s face, which momentarily distracted him from glaring over at Kate and Trent’s boat. “I would be willing to bet the deed to Bridgerton House that Eloise has made a miraculous recovery by this evening.”

Penelope laughed. Anthony couldn’t help but join in.

“I apologize,” Anthony said, both of them sharing a smile that his apology wasn’t sincere at all. They both knew Eloise quite well. “Betting is not an appropriate topic to discuss with a young lady.”

“Please do not apologize, my lord.” Penelope said, smoothing out the bright yellow skirt of her dress and fidgeting with a few beads.

“We have known each other for a long time, Penelope. Please, call me Anthony.”

“Okay, Anthony,” Penelope said slowly, testing out the name before smiling shyly. “I will not say anything. What happens on this boat, stays on this boat.”

Anthony quirked an eyebrow at her before returning back to glaring at Kate’s boat. He couldn’t help that his attention drifted there. He didn’t mean to be rude but he was just dying to know what they were talking about. He could see Trent rowing, and Kate laughing, and he couldn’t help the ache in his chest that he wished it was him.

“I do hope Miss Sharma is okay.”

Anthony looked back at Penelope, his arms slowing down slightly as they were really beginning to ache. He didn’t want to seem too obvious in his endeavours to get closer to Kate but he would be willing to capsize the boat between them to get closer to her. “I believe I saw Miss Sharma get on a boat earlier, with a gentleman I didn’t see. Is there a reason she wouldn’t be alright?”

Surely Kate wouldn’t have got on a boat if Edwina was ill or in some sort of trouble. Kate was always by her sister’s side, looking out for her. It was one of her traits Anthony admired the most.

“I didn’t mean Edwina.”

They briefly stared at each other in silence, an awful sinking feeling in Anthony’s stomach settling in as if he had been caught in the middle of an act. Subtly had never been his greatest form. If Penelope knew what Anthony was thinking, who was he thinking about, what he was trying to do-well, he was screwed.

“I was speaking with Kate earlier and well, she is not too fond of boats,” Penelope said, glancing upwards as they rowed under an oak tree. “I’ve always enjoyed the water. Kate, however, doesn’t. The movement makes her feel quite sick. I believe she tried to avoid a boat trip but Mr. Trent was quite persistent.”

It was as if the clouds had cleared and the storm inside of him had faded away, making way for the sun to shine brightly through.

Anthony tried very hard to smile. He focused on pulling each oar back and forth to hide his smile but he wasn’t having much luck. Kate was with him out of pity. Kate hated boat rides and she was probably miserable a few metres ahead of them, desperately wishing to be anywhere but on a boat with Trent.

A man who had to beg a lady to do something she didn’t want to do wasn’t the right man for her.

He wasn’t the right man for Kate.

“I hope the experience isn’t too unpleasant for her.” He said idly, desperate to keep up some sort of calm, cool and collected façade that he wasn’t thrilled to hear the news. The boat ride was actually quite pleasant, they chatted away while Anthony picked up the pace to make sure they were behind Kate and Trent as they pulled back into the bank of the river.

Anthony stood up and helped Penelope out of the boat herself, waving off the footman and smiling as she bowed. “Thank you so much for a lovely afternoon, my lord.”

“Anthony.”

“Anthony.” Penelope blushed slightly, her eyes catching something behind him. Anthony turned around to see a rather flustered Colin, desperately rowing and splashing to make his way to the back with a very displeased Cressida Cowper. Penelope bowed her head again before turning around and walking back towards her family’s tent, to her very pleased looking mother who was pretending she hadn’t been watching them the entire time.

“That was nice of you. To ask Penelope.” The voice next to him, one he could recognize in a crowd full of people, caught him by surprise as he turned around to see Kate Sharma beside him. She wasn’t glaring at him like she usually was, which was an excellent start.

“I like Penelope. I know this may come as a shock to you, Miss Sharma,” He said teasingly, the smirk on his lips the most genuine and amused all day. “On the rare occasion, I can be nice.”

To Anthony’s surprise, Kate laughed. The low, joyful laugh was like Christmas to him, flooding his veins with dopamine like no other. He never wanted to stop hearing it.

Anthony made her laugh.

It was the best feeling in the world.

He was secretly thrilled she approved of him inviting Penelope. He didn’t know why, but he had found himself lately needing her approval. He was desperate for it.

Kate’s eyes darted around them before landing back on him, quickly bowing her head. “Well, I will see you at your ball tomorrow evening.”

He bowed back, a small smile playing on his lips. “You will, Kate.”

“Well,” She said, gulping slightly as she fidgeted. She appeared flustered, her neck and cheeks reddening slightly. Anthony desperately wanting to kiss it away. “Good day Lord Bridgerton.”

“Anthony.” He quickly corrected her.

Kate wasn’t buying it. “My Lord.”

“Good day, Kate.”

He watched her nod her head before turning around, making her way back up the slight hill of the bank. He watched her fierce, bouncing girls fly in the wind until she disappeared into the crowd.

It was a good day, indeed.