#but he's giving will mixed signals

[chirpsythismorning]

When Blue Meets Yellow In the West: A Series Long Theory - Part 2

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,

[spicyet]

fem!Shuro from that one panel

[gayofthefae]

You become possessed by a monster from an alternate dimension. You have no control over your mind or body. You are sedated as to not be a harm to others. You come to in an unknown place to your crush telling you you're the best thing to ever happen to him. You get knocked out again. When you wake up, he has a girlfriend.

You are Will Byers.

tags that were too good:

#obsessed with being will byers #you have a gay situationship of 7 years #get kidnapped for a week and come back to find he kissed some girl who then immediately died #but you spend the next year still having your gay situationship anyways #he tells you you're amazing #you pass out #when you wake up he has once again kissed some girl #you can never leave him alone ever in his life ig #no getting kidnapped for you or your man gets stolen (2x) lesson learned

You are Mike Wheeler

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

imagine your fav purposely making you mad. like he would piss you off to just get talked down on, like you’ll say ‘baby you is pissin me tf off rn now’ as a warning and he’d mock you and be like ‘i is?’

and that just sets you off a little more ‘jhit get away from me you think you funny when you not’ and he’ll continue to poke at you hearing your ‘accent’ slip out ‘never said i was funny love but you must think i am bringing it up’

you size him up ‘haa.. think you allat n a bag of chips, huh? that’s why yo goofy ass sleeping on the couch, laugh at that’ you go into your bedroom and lock the door behind you hearing him bark of laughter.

he gives you an hour or two to cool down sleep it off but the door still locked ‘love open the door’ he hears your voice clearly through the barrier ‘nahh you staying yo ass on the couch. i meant that shit’ his face pales a wry smile on his lips ‘noo my love I was just joking plz’ a blanket gets thrown in his face before he can react.

‘go be mr fuckin comedian on the couch. comediate yo lonely ass to tht three seater couch’ and the next morning is filled with him apologizing kissing up to you talking bout ‘my love im so sorry i didn’t mean to make you mad my back hurtss’

you let out and unimpressed hum cuz you both know he does this shit every other week

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[heal2ninjagogirl]

Morro is the one of the most gay and homophobic person I ever saw

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Of my 2% capacity to be attracted to anyone, my type is like 90% women, 5% pretty men and 5% men you would swear are super fucking manly, and never questioned being straight and cis, but are now suddenly *stressed* that they can't figure out why their attraction to me [fully socially interpreted as a woman and labelled that way up until relatively recently] feels incredibly fucking gay

[lilacs-and-lavenders]

I was doing that healer questline at Radz-at-Han and well...Fordola is pretty...when she isn't trying to rip my WoL's head off constantly. I think she realized after a while that it was my WoL's responsibility to heal her and to genuinely care about her. And honey...Zenos...I get how infuriating he his too fr fr. He nearly killed my WoL whilst sparring with her at the end of Endwalker..

I can imagine the two of them just casually talking about how sadistic and wierd he is but also how oddly wierd it is that they can't resist wanting to fight him because he is charming in that sense I guess *shrugs*...I still don't understand him okay?...but he did end up helping at the end...because he was still determined to fight me. 🤦🏽‍♀️Bruh if you want to hang out with me, you don't gotta fight me all the time you know.

[thyandrawrites]

I'm enjoying the deeper dive into Reo's feelings that epinagi made possible, but I have to admit I'm curious to see how he can go from thinking this,

To saying this,

In the span of a couple minutes lol

[alaydabug2]

JESUS CHRIST

SOMEONE SHOOT ME NOW

PLEASE 😭

Ok ok ok so

I'm at a 4h camp rn

It's a week long

And my friend Peyton has been playing matchmaker with everyone in our cabin and has been very successful with helping them get with cute guys for the dance on Thursday

Well I wanted to try my luck with this really cute nice guy from gaga ball (below the knee dodgeball)

Well we approach him while we're at the beach and my friend says to him

"Hey you know my friend Alayda"

He said "OH YEAH I kicked her butt in gaga ball"

She goes "I think you two would be cute together"

He went "Oh HECK NO"

Me taking offense cause he was so nice to me earlier before

My friend gies over to him bout to beat him up and talk to him

She comes back and says

"He doesn't like girls"

HELPPPPP

HE GAY

HES LITTERLY GAY 😭

SHOOT ME PLEASE

[silvertws]

Me: "mh.. idk what fanart to make"

Spotify: "lemme help you out"

*proceeds to shuffle "War of Hearts" 3 fucking Times in 3 different playlist which all contained hundreds of songs*

Me: "... Ok OK FINE I GET IT. Outsiders SMP it is!"

I'm going to apologize in advance, because the only full pov I watched was Owen's :}

So you already know what that means.

*fucking cries in fruit trio*

[onelonelyghost0]

Need me a Sam and Colby type relationship. But like romantic. They are strictly platonic but I want that dynamic in a relationship. We are so in sync sometimes we don’t even need to talk. We communicate through our differences. I’m batshit insane and you let me do the weird shit I need to do. Both hella protective of the other.

If you can’t tell I need a Colby to my Sam.

[ljubimaya]

I feel it in my soul that one of the Haitanis dates booktok girlies (gn). Maybe Chifuyu too, but I'll need to mediate on that one

[adrift-in-thyme]

AAAAUUUUGGHHH

[paranormaljones]

you know it's bad when you start journaling about him

[avirael]

Lifeline

From one second to the next everything had faded to darkness with a blinding flash of light. The manic laughter piercing all of his thoughts and his own desperate and panicked screams. The destruction around them and his friends strained faces. Even all his pain and fears. From one moment to the other it was all gone. All that was left was dead silence and a bottomless darkness, into which he sank deeper and deeper. A sea of nothingness that swallowed him.

It was impossible to tell how long he had drifted through this darkness, not thinking and not knowing whether he was still alive or already dead - not caring even - , when a sound reached him. A faint voice, far… far away.

"Please wake up…"

"I can’t loose you too…"

It sounded so familiar. He was certain he knew it but names and faces had turned to such a faded unknowable thing in this blackness. He wasn’t even sure he remembered who he was himself or how he got here. But then there was this sad, familiar voice and he just knew he could trust it. Like his personal lifeline, his beacon of light, it lead his mind out of the darkness, that threatened to drown him.

***

As his eyes slowly fluttered open, his eyelids still feeling so horribly heavy, it was early morning. The sun shone through the window at the other side of the room and it was almost to bright to bear. His whole body felt stiff and sour as if he had been turned stone and was only slowly regaining his ability to move. His mind, as if clouded with fog, tried to make sense of where he was and how he got here.

Carefully he looked around. He remembered this place. It meant a lot to him but it still felt like a name he couldn’t quite remember although it was on the tip of his tongue. Then his eyes fell on a redhaired Miqo’te, asleep at his bedside, face half buried in his arms resting on the edge of the bed. A’viloh.

No!

All at once everything was there again. The fog blown away, unveiling all the horror that had led him here. He started to shake and squeezed his eyes shut. Panicked he tried to guard his thoughts, his feelings as good as he could, but then he realised that he was alone. Not the Miqo’te at his bedside, not in this room. Alone in his head, in his own body. Just himself. The intruder that had tortured him all this time was gone.

He let out a shaky deep breath and returned his gaze to the person sleeping by his side once again. He was alright. He hoped they all were. How had they managed to free him from this presence that had locked him up inside the deepest corner of his own mind? Not unconscious, no. Screaming and struggling, awake enough so he could feel the monster rummaging through every single one of his thoughts and memories, mocking him at every given opportunity. Mostly conscious as well as seeing and hearing but unable to speak up or stop himself. A fate he wouldn’t even wish on his worst enemies. The memory alone made him shiver again.

A’viloh, he realised it had been his voice he had heard, lost in the darkness. How long had the Miqo’te spent here talking to him? And why would he do something like this after all the trouble he had caused? He looked so peaceful like this. A far cry from the last time he remembered seeing his face, bruised and almost defeated. Back then he had feared the shadow controlling him would make his threats true and claw out all of his friends hearts or slowly choke them with his own hands. All he could think back then had been Please, not him too…

But A’viloh was alright. Thank the Twelve. Slowly he raised one of his arms and carefully brushed a strand of long red hair out of his sleeping face. But his shaky hand didn’t yet move as precisely as it used to and so the Miqo’te noticed the slight touch.

His face twitched and slowly he opened his eyes. All of a sudden that peaceful expression was gone. Replaced by an unmistakable deep sadness. Why did he look so sad? Without thinking he raised his hand again and gently caressed the Miqo’te’s cheek. But A’viloh flinched from the unexpected touch and hastily looked up. Accompanied by a sharp inhale of breath his slitted pupils dilated as his eyes fixed on the other one‘s face and his mind visibly raced to make sense of what he saw.

"Thancred…?", he whispered almost inaudibly with confusion written all over his face. There was an uncertainty to his voice Thancred couldn’t assess yet.

"Please don’t tell me you expected someone else…", he joked and tried to sit up. It was a mean joke, even to his own ears. But joking was his natural reaction when he didn’t know what else to say or when he was too scared to speak aloud how he truly felt.

A’viloh gasped. It was not quite a laugh but his mouth twitched into a bright smile for a second. "Thancred!", he repeated slightly louder as his eyes filled with tears. "You're awake!" Quickly he jumped up and threw his arms around the hyurs neck. His chair flew to the floor with a loud clattering sound that echoed back from the stone walls of the room. Thancred could feel the Miqo’te tremble and also the tears on his cheek as it brushed his own skin for a moment. "I thought I lost you..."

Suddenly A‘viloh gasped again and jumped back just as fast as he had thrown himself at him mere seconds before. He looked surprised by his own words, maybe he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. His face turned red and embarrassed he looked away. "I’m sorry…"

Oh no!, Thancred thought. Not him! That’s a horrible idea.

During his training he had learned to read people as if they were books. Just that books always had seemed boring to him in comparison. It was a useful skill for a spy to be able to see through his opponents, to be able to tell when they were lying or hiding something. But if A’viloh was trying to hide anything he didn’t do it very well…

It was a horrible decision to fall in love with Thancred Waters. A fact the Hyur suddenly got painfully aware of. People occasionally did that. Sometimes he wanted them to, if it was for a job and for example there was an information he needed. Sometimes it just happened without him planning to. On rare occasions he even felt bad about it, because all of them so far had ended up sad and disappointed. Because in the end he never had returned their feelings.

For some reason it bothered him that easily flustered, involuntarily funny, kind-hearted A’viloh might share this fate. He didn’t deserve that. The Miqo’te had helped save him, when it would have been easier to just kill him for sure. He had already endured enough because of Thancred’s mistakes, since people around him had the tendency to get hurt. But most importantly he considered him a friend.

For a short moment, back before the Ascian had hijacked his body, the idea had seemed interesting to Thancred. The Miqo’te’s shy and easily embarrassed nature had undeniably seemed cute to him, a strange contrast to the strength he possessed but didn’t seem aware of, and in a moment of selfishness Thancred had found himself offering an invitation with questionable intentions. But fate had different plans. It wouldn’t have been fair. Because he certainly would have ended up breaking the poor guys heart. Somehow that idea scared him.

Speechlessly Thancred stared at him, trying to find the right words. To convince him not to make such a grave mistake. And equally speechless A’viloh avoided his gaze. He already had said too much.

For a moment no one dared to speak.

Then another familiar voice sounded from the hallway.

"A’vi? Is everything alright? I heard a noise that sounded like something had --", Rael appeared in the doorframe and instantly fell silent as they saw Thancred sitting upright and awake in his bed. For a split second the Viera’s eyes wandered to dumbstruck A’viloh before returning to him, a polite smile forming on their face, which the hyur easily recognised as nothing more than that, a studied politeness.

"Thancred. You’re awake.", they observed calmly. "How are you feeling?"

Before he could answer, the Miqo’te regained his voice. "I’m sorry…", A’viloh repeated and then wordlessly left the room in bit too much of a hurry to not look strange.

For a second they both stared after him. Then Rael sighed and shook their head. "I will get Y’shtola or Urianger if that’s alright with you…"

"Of course.", Thancred nodded and Rael left as quickly as they had appeared.

The room felt very silent and empty all of the sudden. It would take a while to get used to being alone with his thoughts again. But as he sat there wondering how to fix this situation with A’viloh he could vividly imagine that spiteful, mocking voice again.

Good job, lover boy. Look at what you’ve done…

[the-kipsabian]

i dont wanna look at spoilers to know if i should stay up for collision but also godddddddd