#but honestly these 2 r the kind to be able to stick with each other through ANYTHING and have. when no one else was allowed to see them for

[donnatroyyyy]

When Mitski wrote “I will wash your hair at night/ And dry it off with care/ I will see your body bare/ And still I will live here” do you think she’d been thinking about Donna and Dick while writing it?

[kitkatt0430]

I know you're planning the main Finale Westhallen Fix-It AU (which I'm very much looking forward to) but I also want to know - how would you have done the Cobalt Blue storyline? Like if you'd been writing it, in what season would you have had it and how would it have played out?

I have a few different ideas on that. :D

1.) Armageddon would have been the changing of the guard. Eobard starts as the main villain with hints of someone else at play, slowly revealing Malcolm Thawne - Barry's long lost evil twin like in the comics - who steals Eobard's speed using his Blue Flame, introducing it's power-theft abilities from the start. It's other powers would get revealed over the course of the rest on Season 8 - the ability to create temporary objects and healing powers. It would have given Grant a second change to be both the hero and the villain in the same season - S3 might not have been great, but Savitar had a lot of promise to him and a significant part of that wasn't how he was written but how Grant played him and played Savitar and Barry off each other.

I like keeping the Thawne connection, but it does raise the question as to why Eddie never mentioned having a cousin who looked exactly like Barry. Though the show's had worse plot-holes. And, honestly, I couldn't identify my cousins on sight anymore, so I'd give Eddie not recognizing the similarities a pass.

2.) E2 Eddie in S2 would have made for an interesting Cobalt Blue. Forcing Barry to confront his feelings of guilt about Eddie's death in S1 and opening the possibility of Zoom being after Cobalt Blue for his healing powers as a potential fix for the Velocity induced power incontinence and health problems he's suffering from. If E2 Eddie is morally gray that adds another wrinkle to the whole protecting him thing, as Barry would have to confront and overcome his own tendencies to be kind of a hypocrite about certain aspects of his (and Oliver's) vigilantism.

This opens up the option of E2 Eddie sticking around for S3, assuming the show runners could resist the urge to kill him off too. (And makes me consider E2 Eddie/Barry/Iris... Westhallen of a slightly different flavor?)

3.) Post multiverse reboot, Eddie never came to Central City and is in Keystone instead, alive and well. Maybe a scientist here instead of a police officer. A lab accident triggers his previously dormant powers and he saves his lab-mate's life. Which leads him to seek out the Flash - Keystone's Flash, Jay. This could play out different ways, with this Eddie having led a different life. And maybe Eobard's out to make sure his ancestor doesn't bite it this time, blaming Barry for his own mistake of driving his ancestor to suicide in the pre-reboot timelines. This idea is a lot more nebulous to me, but still an interesting one.

4.) Malcolm, Eddie's younger brother, shows in S3 instead of the Savitar arc. He wants to know the truth about his brother's death and Alchemy - a legitimate threat here - turns Malcolm into Cobalt Blue. Malcolm winds up a dragon ascendant type here, going from lackey to leader and taking out Alchemy in the process because he blames the Flash for Eddie's death. Learning the truth, that Eddie killed himself to stop Eobard, just cements the blame in Malcolm's mind - especially if he's made aware Eobard is still alive. Perhaps driving him to blame Iris too, now that she and Barry are dating. (Not engaged, let them actually date first.)

This would probably also toss out Flashpoint and the needless drama of Dante's death. Or at least push Dante's death to further down in the season so that it's not an off screen event that causes much viewer confusion.

5.) Alternatively S3's version of Malcolm Thawne is just Eddie by another name from Earth-19. HR and Cynthia show up on E1 because she's looking to track down the dangerous breacher and HR was able to get permission from on high to shadow her for a novel. Which she's very unhappy about. This could allow for the re-imagining of the Collectors as a somewhat more ethical and less hypocritical organization, making it less of a protagonist centered moral quagmire that Cisco nearly gets sucked into while dating her.

Malcolm initially tries to pull what Black Siren did over on Arrow - convince everyone he's Eddie back from the dead. Team Flash is suspicious, of course. And that's before they team up with Cynthia and HR to expose and capture the fraud. It could also have Cobalt Blue teaming up with Central City's Rogues would also make it a Rogue season, which the show needed and deserved.

[agentstarkid]

ROHAYHU ✦ DR3

“Rohayhu is an expression in the Guaraní language that serves to describe a deep feeling of love towards another person. It's believed that there are two variants of the story of its origin and in both situations, the couple falls in love almost from the first meeting. That feeling seems to grow rapidly over time. In an effort to show their affections through an expression that was only understandable to both of them, one of them proposed the word "Rohayhu" as the way to say "I love you." In this way, when one said it, the other would be able to understand the intention behind those words.”

✦ PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ PIT BOARD: social media au | ✦ FC: becky g

✦ TRACK LIMITS: female!reader, covid-19 & quarantine mentions, age gap, language.

✦ MAY'S RADIO: Holiiiii babes! ✨ I'm sososo happy you guys liked Serendipity as much as you did, I was honestly so anxious! I really cheerished each and every single one of your feedbacks 🤍 I'm also sooo sorry it took me so long to post part 2 but honestly I wouldn't even be posting this today if it wasn't for @onceuponaoneshotfanfic 🤍 she listened to all my ramblings and gave me so many great ideas when I was feeling stuck! 😭 On another note, I'm pretty sure most of you guys never heard of the guaraní language and that's okay because here I am to shed a bit of light on it 😉. Guaraní it's one of the official languages of my country (along with spanish) and, in my humble opinion, it sounds so romantic and elegant. And as much as I'm trying to keep the reader's nationality pretty ambiguous, I had to give my culture a little role in this story somehow. By the way, Ro is pronounced with a flicked R sound, not rolled and the O is /ŏ/. Hayhu sounds like 'Hi who'.

I really hope you enjoy this one! Every feedback is appreciated 🥰

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danielricciardo Happy Monday kids. Don't forget to be kind 😉🤠🤘

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user 2 hands on the wheel, please Daniel

user2 yourinstagram we'd love an epic car sing along 👀

user3 you're a goddamn treasure to the Y/N-nation sir! 😍

yourinstagram Can't decide if I'm flattered or filing for copyright infringement 🤔

danielricciardo Guess I'm taking over your career now 😘 yourinstagram let's stick to our day jobs mate 👍🏼 you're lucky you're cute tho 😘

user4 he's NOT being slutty enough. pop that leggy up on the seat pls

user5 how can one be so hot and so cringe at the same time

user6 it's his brand™

user7 does anyone else want to empty their bank account to see him on stage with y/n?

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yourinstagram Most of the things I had planned this summer didn’t end up happening, but there are two things I hadn’t planned on that DID happen. And those things are finding someone whose love feels like daylight, warm and full of new beginnings, and my 5th studio album, Vesper. SURPRISE! 🌟🤗 Brace yourselves, lovelies! During these tough times, I turned to music and created something truly magical. I've been pouring my dreams, hopes, heart and soul into this project. I'm beyond thrilled to unveil my entire brand new album featuring a collection of heartfelt love songs dedicated to the one who always keeps my creative flame alive 🃏❤️. Love has a funny way of inspiring art, I wrote and recorded this music in isolation but got to collaborate with some musical geniuses! Better set your alarms, it'll be released TONIGHT at the stroke of midnight as a heartfelt gift to you and to my muse! 🎂 ALSO keep an eye out for Los Besos' music video! 👀 I really hope you guys enjoy this little piece of my heart as much I did recording it! Love you guys so much ❤️

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user THE COVER PHOTOS HELLOOO??? THE VIDEO???? WHAT. THE. FUCKITY. FUCK.

user2 DAN-Y/N WE STAY WINNING BABY!!!! KI KI KI RAAA!!

user2 if they ever break up i'm gonna burn down this entire city 🙂

user3 "my muse" lol does anyone know how much it cost a toaster so I can take a shower with it? :)

user4 i'm climbing the walls banging my fists screaming my lungs out crying throwing up dying

arianagrande I'm claiming #6 because that would be me after I listen to this album

itsvittoriasousa the girls and I are claiming #1 🤭

sebastianyatra off to break records once again, penguin 🤟🏼

mauyricky we loved working with you and jpsaxe, sis! the world needs another collab it's been too long since mi mala 👀😈

user5 sooo she just said lemme make these bitches lose their minds by writing a whole ass album about how in love I am with this bloke and drop it outta nowhere on his birthday

user SHE IS INSANE! Y/N baby he is just a man 😫😫😫

lewishamilton I already pre-saved it 🙏🏾 Congrats sis! 💜

user a XNDA and Y/N collab when????? 👀👀👀

user6 danielricciardo I hope u are aware of how fucking lucky you are and that you treasure and worship the woman that she is 🔪🔪🔪

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danielricciardo so incredibly proud, chip ❤️

yourinstagram Love notes for my number one fan 😘 user WE'VE GOT A RED HEART GUYS!! 😱 FUCK THEY ARE SO CUTE 😭 user2 HE CALLS HER CHIP 😫❤️ do I know what it means? fuck no but it sounds so cuteeee!!!

user7 danielricciardo sir I need to know to which god you prayed to

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danielricciardo A big thanks for my birthday wishes! Gotta say this year is looking pretty 🍑 great 😏 3 days to go 🏁

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danielricciardo oh baby don't threaten me with a good time 😏 userA I think we annoyed them too much asking for a hard launch and now they are being fucking horny and unhinged online 😳 userB Do y'all need a dog? I can bark userC userB nah daniel's scared of dogs lol I volunteer as their rug though

user I'm gonna need 35 to 365 business days to recover from THAT bro 🤯

fioamato seems like you had a lot of cake 👀

danielricciardo sabroso 😏 userA DANIEL??!!!!! 😳 userB HE'S BEING HORNY ON MAIN FOR HER BITCH ME TOO TF 🥵

user4 he's INSANE!! SIR YOU CAN'T DROP THIS ON US JUST LIKE THIS!!!!!

userA my brain isn't functioning after this. it changed me forever 🤯 userB Daniel really is a menace first and a human second 😩 userC how am I supposed to live laugh love under these conditions??? userD THAT SHOULD BE MEEE

user7 THEY ARE EVERYTHING TO ME OKAY?

pierregasly happy birthday bro! hope you enjoyed the cake 😉

natalie_pinkham Idyllic first official shot 😍

user8 I used to pray for times like this 😭😭😭😭

chloestroll STUNNING ❤️😍 (her not you)

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user9 i'm so used to giving and now i get to receive 😭

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[astroreadsbyelle]

Hello! I’ve finally gotten some free time, so here’s a new PAC for you! I’ve found that with each new reading I do, I tend to get headaches much earlier now. I haven’t even started writing this post yet when my head already started to hurt. Quite interesting to be honest. As you can see, this PAC is different compared to all the previous ones I’ve done, because it has four piles and each pile could be about anything! That’s why I called it a wild card hehe. I felt bad about not being able to release a September PAC, and I’m really sorry, so I hope this could make up for that. Lastly, I just wanted to say that all these posters hang on my bedroom wall, so it was honestly fun for me to use them for these readings. Without further ado, let’s begin!

Decks used:

Star Spinner Tarot by Trungles

Witchlings Oracle Deck by Paulina Cassidy

PILE 1: Be Patient with Yourself

Cards: The Empress, The Hierophant (R), IV of Chalices (R), Rejuvenation, Sanctuary, Wish

There’s someone here who used to be gentle and kind. A female figure? They gave you everything you needed, but this generous, comforting personality is nowhere to be found anymore. They’ve been replaced by someone with questionable intentions, someone who’s assertive in a way that’s not good. The old customs that they enforce no longer serve anyone well except for them. They say that it’s for this or for that, maybe they say they do it for your sake, but is that really the truth?

As a result, you no longer feel happy in the environment that you’re in. You need time to think, but be careful as you don’t have a lot of it. Don’t take too long thinking about how to deal with this. Take a break and go to your happy place, it doesn’t matter if it’s inside of you or if it’s an actual place or even both! Then think about what it is that you really want. Will you let yourself stay in this situation? Or will you do something to change it? Only you know the answer to that. But when you do think of a solution, be sure to apply and stick to it. Otherwise, the time you spent thinking of a way out of this would have gone to waste.

PILE 2: Woman with Cat

Cards: The Star (R), The Hanged Man (R), The Empress (R), Nurture, Euphoria, Love

It seems that you aren’t in the best place right now. Consequently, so are the people around you. There’s some kind of change here that you’re trying to prevent, and you’re being really stubborn about it. You’re upset but you can’t seem to properly communicate your feelings about it, so everyone else ends up walking eggshells around you. I know that you care, but don’t you think that you care a little too much? In a way that’s not healthy anymore? Apart from this, you’ve also been neglectful of your own happiness. Take this as a sign for you to take time and regroup. Besides, how can you take care of others when you don’t even take care of yourself first? Listen to your inner child.

As for this change you’ve been so resistant to: it’s time for you to wake up and realize that change is good! The only permanent thing in this world is change. If you’re not changing, you’re not growing! Don’t let stagnancy carry on to the people that you love because it’ll actually do them more harm than good. Be optimistic and welcome these changes and blessings. The angel number 111 also popped into my mind so that might be important for you. Lastly, keep in mind to do everything with love in order to properly show that you wish nothing but the best for those you hold dear.

PILE 3: Bears

Cards: The Lovers, III of Swords (R), II of Chalices (R), Intuition, Nurture, Imagination

First of all, I just wanted to say that I got so sad when I was working on this pile so I’m sending you lots of love right now!!! There used to be a wonderful relationship here. You were attracted to each other and were getting to know each other happily, but things have become tense between you two. This has become a parasitic relationship, one party has invested and given so much but the other just takes and takes without thinking. You’re heartbroken that things have become this way, you know that this is no longer right.

Know that this isn’t your fault and that you shouldn’t bottle up these emotions! You might be putting up a brave front right now, but you’ll only crumble if you don’t let these feelings out. For your own sake, you have to properly feel these things. Maybe some of you are still in this relationship and you’re not out of it yet because you’re unsure of what you should do. Listen to your gut! Will you keep letting them treat you this way? Think about what you want to do, and work towards it. Don’t forget to add self-care to that little to-do list of yours because heaven knows you need it.

PILE 4: Be Younique

Cards: The Sun (R), IX of Swords, The High Priestess (R), Communication, Happiness, Sanctuary

There seems to be a good opportunity for you here, but you think (or someone made you think) that this will do more harm for others than good for you. You seem to really want this, so you don’t want to give up, and you don’t seem to have the intention to do so, but that little “What if?” still lingers at the back of your mind. What is it that you’re so afraid of? There is nothing left to do but acknowledge your fears and face them. You can’t keep running away and hiding like this forever or else you’re going to regret it.

Someone seems to be lying to you here. It’s time for you to separate fact from fiction and weed the lies out! I think that in order for you to move forward, you must confront this person that you seem to be so afraid of, and let them know what you want to say, and why. Don’t let yourself do all the talking though, it takes two to tango! And don’t forget to accompany your words with actions. Whatever it is that makes you happy, do it! And while you’re at it, take some time away from this environment or this person to center yourself.

That’s it for our first wild card PAC! It was really interesting to not know exactly what the cards were gonna say, so this was really fun for me! If you happen to like these types of readings from me, rest assured that this definitely won’t be the last wild card! I hope your pile resonated with you, and I hope you’re all doing well. Thanks again for 200 followers everyone, stay safe! Much love! 💕

-Elle

Copyright © 2021 Astrology Readings by Elle, All Rights Reserved

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Sweet Pea//my only sunshine

Request: Hello good morning, afternoon or night depending on the place you are from❤ I love your work👅 Could you do a headcanon of Sweet Pea dating a sweet, shy and pure girl?? Please??? Love you❤

hey!! i hope you like this!! and i hope you’re all having a lovely day/night! also, sorry if you’re name is sandy...this one isn’t for you. she was the only sweet/shy/pure girl i could think of. 

- As soon as he meets you 

- He doesn’t like you

- Its the first day at Riverdale Hell High

- He’s surrounded by Northsiders 

- And one look at you

- He knows you’re the definition of  n o r t h s i d e r 

- You’re more like Betty Cooper, than Betty Cooper

- You’re too kind and sweet to be considered anything other than: 

- 1: a psycho 

- Or

- 2: a serial killer 

- All kind smiles

- And bright eyes that make whoever looks into them feel safe 

- Right now 

- You look more like you’re welcoming literal angels into heaven 

- Than gang members into a school

- After Veronica’s speech 

- During which you would chime in with enthusiastic ‘yeahs!’ 

- And Sweet Pea knows you’re going to be eaten alive 

- You might be able to get away with being sweet, shy and pure around northsiders

- But if you’re like that when southsiders are around 

- You won’t last five minutes 

- It doesn’t matter whose territory you’re on

- When everyone is sent away after the almost fight 

- You manage to catch him before he gets to class 

- He doesn’t really know where he’s going 

- But he doesn’t care

- This whole thing is bullshit anyway

- He wants to punch something

- And he wants to see Fangs and Toni

- Both of which seem to have gotten separated from him

- So now he’s alone 

- To everyone else he looks absolutely terrifying

- But there’s something about him that catches your eye 

- He looks...not scared, maybe nervous 

- So you scramble to find an excuse to talk to him 

- You know the serpents aren’t going to want to talk to anybody unless there’s a reason 

- So you grab the first leaflet you see and jog after him 

- You catch his jacket and you swear you’ve never seen anybody turn around quicker 

- One arm already raised and in a fist 

- The other pining you to a locker 

- He quickly lets go of you and drops his fist when he see’s who he’s about to punch 

- But the scowl on his face doesn’t go away 

- Even more so, when he glares at all of the people that have surrounded the two of you

- Its a mix of northsiders and southsiders 

- But for the first time ever, you think the northsiders have the upper ground

- So you send them a look and they leave you two alone 

- Something Sweet Pea is secretly relieved about 

- This place may suck

- But he doesn’t want to be kicked out on his first day

- Mainly because Toni and Fangs would still be here

- You’re only a little bit terrified 

- (You’re actually a lot terrified but thats not the point) 

- ‘what.’ He huffs, looking at the floor

- ‘oh.’ You clear your throat and smooth your outfit out. ‘i thought this would be something you’re interested in.’ 

- You smile brightly at him while handing him the leaflet 

- And your fingers brush past each other 

- Its only for a few seconds 

- But it starts something that lasts a lifetime 

- Both of you just don’t know that...yet

- Anyway

- He looks between it and you

- Before his scowl worsens 

- ‘is this a joke?’ 

- ‘huh?’ 

- ‘you gave me a leaflet for cheerleading’ 

- ‘what?’ Your eyes widen as you look down at the paper. ‘oh. sorry. that was the wrong thing. but, you could try out for it if you want.’ 

- ‘do you want to be shoved in a locker instead of against one this time?’ He replies and backs you even more into the cold metal 

- ‘do we go to school in the 90′s? because that insult sure sounded like it.’ 

- You can’t believe you actually said that 

- Never in your life have you ever said anything like that 

- You’ve had no need to

- Everybody is always really nice to you

- But your lips moved before you even had a chance to realize what was happening 

- And now you’re definitely going to get punched 

- But he doesn’t 

- In fact, you’re sure you see the corners of his lips turn up into a smile 

- But he suppresses it before it gets any further

- Instead muttering a ‘leave me alone sandy’ 

- ‘my name isn’t sandy.’ 

- ‘whatever!’ 

- The next time you see each other 

- Is when you’re talking to Jughead and Betty 

- Its been a week since the serpents started 

- And they’ve been avoiding everybody as much as possible 

- But today they decide to brave the school cafeteria 

- So once they spot Jones, they all gather around his table 

- You pull your attention away from the conversation you’re having with Betty and soon as you see a shadow looming over the three of you 

- As soon as you look up

- A bright smile appears on your face as you start to greet as many people as you can 

- Even offering your seat to some of them 

- They all send you confused/annoyed looks 

- Everyone but Sweet Pea 

- He’s been watching you over the past week 

- Not in a weird, creepy way 

- More in a curious way 

- Because you’re so different from anybody he has ever met 

- And you’re just so nice to everyone 

- He honestly doesn’t know how you do it 

- Because you talk to everyone you see

- And you’re always smiling 

- He’s never seen you with anything but a smile on your face 

- Apart from when you’re concentrating in class and your tongue sticks out just a little

- Which is very cute 

- There’s only a few people that he can bare to be nice to 

- But with you, it just comes naturally

- And in a weird way

- He kind of likes that about you 

- So he takes you up on your chair offer

- ‘sure sandy, if you’re offering’ He smirks down at you and you send him an unsure smile before standing up

- He’s kind of secretly sad that he didn’t get a proper smile 

- But he gets it 

- He hasn’t exactly been the nicest 

- Or most approachable person in the world.

- ‘my name is y/n’ 

- ‘okay.’ He shrugs

- He’s actually really happy he knows you’re name now! 

- The rest of the seats around the table are taken so you’re left standing awkwardly beside Betty 

- But you don’t seem fazed 

- Instead you’re trying to coax Fangs into a discussion about your History assignment 

- He doesn’t look at all interested 

- And the conversation is mainly one-sided 

- But you don’t seem to mind 

- ‘hey, northsider. if you want a seat, i’ve got one here.’ A serpent named Liam smirks as he looks at you

- The whole table goes silent 

- The serpents trying not to laugh 

- Betty and Jughead are wide-eyed 

- And Sweet Pea is just confused

- Because he barely knows anything about you 

- But he kind of wants to punch Liam in the face 

- Maybe its because Liam is always that annoying 

- Or at least thats what he’s telling himself 

- ‘oh, erm. no thank you’ You reply, you’re cheeks bright red

- ‘are you sure?’ He presses

- ‘she said no. leave her alone’ Sweet Pea chimes in and you send him a relieved smile 

- ‘i need to go’ You quickly excuse yourself and rush off

- The rest of the table goes back to normal 

- But Sweet Pea knows something was wrong 

- He may have only been stalking watching you for a week 

- But you’ve never ran away from anybody like that before 

- So he follows you out 

- And frowns when he finds you sat in an empty stairwell

- He sits beside you and you jump a little

- But you smile at him anyway 

- Only this time its sad 

- And he’s decided he doesn’t like it 

- He’d rather see Jones naked than see you smile sadly at anyone, let alone him, ever again

- ‘whats wrong sandy?’ 

- ‘my name isn’t sandy’ You roll your eyes making him laugh

- ‘liam is a dick. just ignore him’ 

- ‘i’m sure he’s nice somewhere deep down. he just hasn’t found that part of him yet’ 

- ‘do you actually believe that?’ 

- ‘yeah.’ You nod. ‘i think there’s good in everyone. Even you.’ You make sure to look him in the eye when you say the last part making him smile (and blush a little) 

- ‘whatever’ 

- ‘it just upsets me that people think they can say whatever they want to me because they know i won’t say anything that isn’t polite back’ 

- ‘you weren’t polite to me’ 

- ‘that was a mistake. i was having a bad day’ 

- ‘its not a bad thing to stand up for yourself you know. i do it all the time...maybe thats our problem.’ 

- ‘what is?’ 

- ‘well, you don’t stand up for yourself enough, i do it too much’ 

- ‘together we make a functioning human’ 

- ‘yeahhh.’ He says awkwardly. ‘i don’t think so. there are so many other parts of me that need fixing before i can be a semi-functioning human...let alone fully’ 

- ‘thats not true’ You nudge him softly 

- ‘sure its not’ He laughs. ‘maybe you need to start being a little more mean to people’ 

- ‘i don’t want to be mean to anyone. i like being kind.’ 

- ‘what if i’m mean for you’ 

- ‘thats also too mean’ 

- ‘what if i’m mean and it just so happens to be to people that aren’t very nice to you?’ He says and you send him a look. ‘okay. i won’t’ 

- He does.

- After that you two become very odd friends 

- Even if he still calls you Sandy 

- You’ve been trying to come up with a nickname for him

- And he loves it 

- Because you’re too sweet to come up with a mean nickname for him

- So instead you call him Sunshine 

- And he hates it 

- He hates it so much 

- Because every time you say it...he blushes 

- Every. Single. Time

- You continue to be sweetness and light 

- And he continues to be bitterness and dark 

- Although you are kind of having an effect on him

- Because he is a little nicer to some people 

- And Toni and Fangs have never seen him smile more than when he’s either with you or talking about you 

- He definitely likes you 

- He falls for you more and more every single day 

- Despite everything going on between the north and southside 

- But one day he just can’t help it 

- You’re talking to him 

- And you’re just so happy 

- So he goes for it 

- He’s so scared that you’re going to push him away 

- But you don’t 

- You kiss him back

- And its just as sweet as you are. 

- When you start dating its a surprise to everyone 

- Obviously 

- You are like the most opposite to each other anybody can be

- Some people think he’s been dared to ask you out 

- Others think you’ve slowly lost your mind/been brainwashed 

- And everyone else is just confused 

- At first people make snide comments 

- But they’re quickly shut up by Sweet Pea threatening them 

- And as people see that you’re actually serious about each other 

- And you kind of compliment one another 

- They slowly start to accept it

- Plus, Sweet Pea is so much nicer when you’re around 

- They start to get used to it 

- Some people even think its quite cute 

- Plus, it starts a truce between both sides 

- Like a successful Romeo and Juliet 

- Anywayyyyy

- He  l o v e s teasing you 

- Its one of his favourite things to do 

- Because its so easy to make you blush or stutter 

- And so he does it all the time 

- You get very sweet good morning texts 

- But rather dirty goodnight texts 

- Followed by a sweet one 

- And he’ll whisper in your ear when you’re talking to your friends 

- ‘that dress looks amazing on you babe’ Cue you smiling. ‘but it’ll look so much better on the floor.’ Cue you blushing like mad

- And he definitely sends inappropriate texts at inappropriate times 

- But his favourite thing is when you don’t understand what he’s just said 

- Because you’re so confused 

- And he thinks its so cute 

- He also continues to call you Sandy 

- Forever 

- But you still call him sunshine 

- Sooooo

- He also always has your back 

- If someone is being rude to you 

- He’s threatening them in a heart beat 

- ‘what the fuck did you just say to my girl?’ 

- You’re also rarely apart so if someone is mean to, they’re gonna get their ass kicked 

- But on the rare occasion that you aren’t together 

- You are all he talks about 

- Whether its relevant to what he’s doing or not

- If he’s watching a film with Toni and Fangs 

- ‘y/n would like this’ and ‘that character is like y/n! but she’s much cuter obviously’ 

- Or if they’re just hanging out and talking 

- ‘y/n once ate that...she didn’t like it’ or ‘hey did i tell you about the time y/n did that?’ 

- ‘yes!’ 

- ‘you’ve told us 1000 times’ 

- But you’re exactly the same about him 

- And thats what so great about you two

- Because you love each other no matter what 

- He loves that you’re the nicest person in the world 

- Who wouldn’t?

- Because how lucky is he that he gets to spend his life with the sweetest human ever 

- And you secretly like the fact that sometimes he’s a bad influence on you 

- Because thats part of him

- And you wouldn’t change that for the world 

- He could be the most cynical person in the world 

- But to you, he’s literal sunshine 

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@popcrone818​

[spectrumed]

2. voice

As a child I could not pronounce the letter R. I once complained to my mother for being so careless as to give me a name that had two R’s in it. Fredrik. Or as I pronounced it back then, “Fledlik.�� Cute, right? I was a cute child, all blonde and with big blue eyes. At one point, I got surrounded by a group of older girls who forced me to pronounce my name, even though I really couldn’t. They laughed and laughed, teasing me for my inability to pronounce even my own name correctly. If I ever had a reason to develop a fetish for femdom, I think this would have been it.

Like it or not, in speech, there is no room for individual quirks. No, we’ve all got to learn how to speak properly. Historically, that has led to some pretty heinous attitudes towards regional accents, any tongue that was the standard was seen by default as being less or developed and intelligent. Regional accents were seen as practically unhygienic, the worry being that if people just got to speak as they wished, they might end up potentially thinking dangerous thoughts. While I understand the importance of being understood, it’s clear that the stigma that exists around speech difficulties stems from a place of prejudice. If a person has a lisp, do you really struggle to understand them? And while stammering can be quite debilitating, it should be blatantly obvious that shaming people who stammer, suggesting that they are bereft of intelligence, is not the way to help them. Humans are social animals, and language may be the one thing that distinguishes us as a species, it is natural that proper elocution should be treasured. But some people do struggle with their speech, and that should not cost them any respect or kindness.

As a child, I didn’t speak nearly enough. As an adult I am speaking too much. That’s the problem with you, Fredrik, you’ve never understood that there is a middle ground between two extremes. There is a way you can speak that is neither too quiet, nor too loud. It is how normal people speak. Why can’t you be normal, Fredrik? Are you going to spend this whole blog post talking about how difficult it is for you to simply learn to be like everyone else? Self-pitying yourself, much? Back in my day people pulled themselves up by their bootstraps, if they had something they struggled with, they learned to sort it all out, and they didn’t start complaining about society being all mean to them. You’re just spending too much time inside your own head, go take a swim, take up a hobby that requires you to step outdoors, it will serve you well. Don’t be a freak, Fredrik. Be normal, for once.

On a side note, “pulling yourself up by your bootstraps” is meant to be understood as an impossible feat. You can’t possibly pull yourself up by your bootstraps, it’s ludicrous to even suggest that such a thing may be feasible. While, yes, there are many things you can do to help yourself, ultimately, you can’t profoundly escape from a sorry situation you’ve found yourself in without some outside help. There is no shame in requiring help. To guilt someone into thinking that if they can’t do it alone, they are weak, is frankly sociopathic. Humans need each other, we take care of each other, we are there for each other. Self-sufficiency is great, but let’s not take it to levels of absurdity by suggesting that needing help from others is anything but normal. No-one succeeds in life without others there to prop them up. Instead of telling someone to pull themselves up by their bootstraps, you might as well tell them to go and swallow the sun, which is clearly another impossible task.

Most people will never in their lives experience what it is like to go through a neuropsychological evaluation. Turns out that it is not always such a pleasant experience. Though, considering the popularity of pseudo-scientific nonsense like the Myers-Briggs test, I am sure some folks would lie and pretend to love it. Certainly, there is a charm to being there and talking about yourself for several hours near-uninterrupted, but the exhaustion that you will feel at the end of it cannot be understated. Naturally, it does vary between who does it, and why they’re doing it. But if the stated goal is to find out whether you’ve had a neurodevelopmental disorder since you were but a young babe, then of course, there are going to be some pretty long conversations happening about those early days. Lots of stuff you may not have considered or thought about in a very long time will suddenly become very relevant to your current situation. And at the end of it all, you get some papers detailing your fashionable new diagnosis. Your entire life, all written down. Can make you feel rather wistful. And there’s really quite a surprising amount of typos included in the text, and barely any jokes.

Still, as part of my official diagnosis, there is a reference to my speech at being at times “stilted.” Though, the diagnosis does take very good care to mention that I appear intelligent and thoughtful, exhibiting a wide vocabulary and a good sense of the right words to use at the right moment. It’s flattering, for the most part. Yet, it does irk me that I could be perceived as being stilted. I know that at this point, I am being petty, because who cares if I sometimes come across as maybe a little robotic. I’ve got Asperger’s. Of course I am a robot. The closest role model we folks with Asperger’s ever had for the longest time was Star Trek: The Next Generation’s android named Data. God forbid anyone like me ever turned out to be the protagonist of a series, we’re all doomed to play the part of the robot, the alien, or the socially awkward geek. I should just be delighted that I am high-functioning. I know how much worse some have it. I should be grateful and pleased that I come across as mostly normal, mostly neurotypical. But… I really just don’t want anyone to think my speech is stilted. I don’t want to be Data. I want to be Riker.

It is never enough, you’ll never be good enough. If you fake it, they’ll see through it. If you struggle and if you work honestly to appear more normal, they won’t recognise it. As soon as they get an inkling you may be an imposter, looking like them, but having a neurologically deviant brain, they’ll single you out. For you, normalcy is an illusion. To attempt to be normal is to remake yourself only to receive nothing. Sure, you can be disingenuous, pretend you're not yourself, but it’ll never fool them. In the end, you’ll only lose yourself. Maybe I should just own the fact that my speech sometimes comes across as being stilted. Maybe I should own it. Be proud of who I am. But… sometimes I just don’t want to be me.

I want to be ignored. Sometimes, not always. But that goes for everyone. But most of all, I’d like to be able to go unseen whenever I’m not trying to impress anyone. When I’m just off to buy some milk. When I’m sitting on the bus. When I’m walking through the park. I know it is partly paranoia, but I can’t help but feel like I stick out. It’s always been like that with my friends growing up. The metaphor I used with my therapist is that I felt like a thumb. That they, my friends, were the fingers and I was the thumb. Sure, we’re similar. In many ways we’re the same. You could even say that I was crucial to making the social dynamics work. Who doesn’t like the thumb? What would you do without your thumb? But still, I was different. Some people would do anything to be different like that, to feel special. Some folks feel all invisible and forgotten in the crowd, and I’d lie if I told them that I didn’t envy them sometimes. The ability to go all invisible? That seems swell! There’s this question people like to ask as a sort of personality test. If you could choose a superpower, would you rather be able to fly, or would you rather be able to go invisible? The answer is obvious, as far as I’m concerned. Of course I’d love to be able to go invisible. To be able to exist without anyone seeing me. Without anyone judging me. Without ever having to worry if someone is going to treat me as different. For a moment to feel what it is like not to be some big, dumb, stupid, thumb.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not too anguished. Nowadays, I feel like I am in a relatively good place. But I would be lying if I told you that I still don’t get frustrated at the plethora of difficulties I face just trying to blend in. Even with family members, people who are supposed to know you the best, even then I have to go out of my way to behave a certain way, to exist a certain way, because fundamentally, they just don’t seem to get you. Not in that way. They have an image of you that you need to try and match. It doesn’t matter how many times I tell them that sometimes you need to be more direct in your communication to truly reach me, I don’t pick up on the many smaller little social cues they may throw my way, it’s still just me being silly and looking for excuses for why I didn’t understand them the first time around. And I am deathly afraid of hurting anyone’s feelings. A very prevalent misconception about autistic individuals is that we don’t care if we’re being rude. That if we are rude, our rudeness can simply be overlooked because, y’know, we’re autistic. While this sort of thing is commonly represented in media that is supposed to depict autistic characters, in real life, things don't quite work like this. Believe it or not, readers, being autistic is not a free pass to act like a dick. Autistic individuals still very much have to modulate our behaviour if we wish to fit in and be accepted. No-one will ever excuse you for being autistic. To be autistic is living with extra hurdles in your way, thinking that it’s anything but a social handicap is romanticising a diagnosis you clearly know very little about.

When I was a kid, I didn’t speak much. As far as I was concerned, I merely spoke whenever I needed to speak. It took until adulthood for me to learn that my parents and teachers were actually concerned about that. I was made to see a specialist, under the guise of learning elocution, but I’ve later come to realise that those meetings were about more than just learning to pronounce the letter R. Like, what does testing my memory have to do with diction? Yes, her job was partly to help my speech develop more in line with the other kids, but she was also there to evaluate whether or not I was intellectually disabled. I have come to learn that I had teachers at the time that were adamant about me going to a different school, more equipped to handle kids like me, but my mother vehemently defended my right to stay in the school I was in. After all, I did have friends, and to anyone who really knew me, they knew that I was a bright child. Sure, I wasn’t as communicative as the other children, but I clearly had no issues processing information, and it’s not like I was disruptive in some other way. But that was also part of the problem. The teachers that thought that I may need specialist schooling were concerned about the fact that I was too placid and too agreeable. They wanted me to express frustration at my lacking pronunciation, to see me get mad at others for not fully understanding me. That amazes me, if anything. The fact that I was a happy kid they took as some indication that I wasn’t quite right.

My mother delights in a memory of me as a kid once slamming my fist on the table and declaring that “now, I am speaking!” May I remind you that I was a cute kid. Sure, it is the sort of behaviour that parents of the old times would have spanked their kids for. Kids in the past were supposed to be quiet. To be seen, but not heard. I wonder if there’d be any kind of hubbub about my early development if I lived back then. I’d probably be seen as the ideal child, all pretty and docile and never too loud. Still, it was a moment my mother cherished, because for once, I really proved that I did have the capacity to speak. Though, I still couldn’t pronounce my R’s. But it was time for Fledlik to speak.

[angryschnauzer]

I know i’ve not been on here as much recently, or when i am i’m interacting with just the usual crew... and i apologise for that. I’ve had an influx of new followers and i really should have welcomed you and included you. Unfortunately real life has been dealing me yet another shitty hand of cards, and its all down to accusations of copying, not fanfiction, but for my actual business.

Long boring word vomit so i’ll put it below a read more cut. But just know i am trying to get back here to have fun with my online friends, followers, and all the rest of you freaks.

So you already know i run a little craft business. I used to do wedding decorations, but then 2020 happened and no-one was getting married, so i had to diversify in order to pay the bills. I used my skills and branched out into all sorts of crafts; sewing, papercrafts, making kits for people to make at home. And i did well. I kept the business going through a pandemic, i kept food on the table and the bills paid. But it was hard work. Really fucking hard work. Coming into 2021 with honestly not an awfully different outlook on the trading market, i realised that i needed to do something to increase the value of each sale. To put it basically, its better for a business to have one purchase at a value of £10, than four purchases each at £2.50. Its the same overall turnover, but its four times the amount of packing, time, shipping materials etc. So i looked to what was trending and saw the idea of doing mixed item postal gifts. Kind of like a subscription box but without the subscription; so i would a limited quantity of a certain selection box each month, people could purchase them as and when they were able to. Hell, i could even get other local small businesses involved to add a product of theirs in. 

So i did it. I worked so fucking hard, and i launched them. 

And then one local company starts commenting on my social media posts. Things like “You know we do these too”, and “This is just like our company, that has been going since last year”, and then they post this on their facebook page;

So they get a bunch of people private messaging them asking whats going on. The comments are ‘R U ok Hun?’ type comments. Well one of the people was a mutual friend, who clued me into what was being said, and it was a blatant “she’s copying us”.

I then sit back. This is all happening within the first week of January, when i am trying to launch this product, and also network with other companies to try and get people to work with me. 

Now you know what never once popped up when i was doing my research? THIS FUCKING COMPANY. The last post on social media was 16th December, and it was a lifestyle post, not even a business post. We were already a good 2+ weeks since christmas, and upon further inspection of their website, the only things they had available on there were Christmas boxes... at full price, not even discounted. Not once did they come up in my searches because guess what? They don’t use hashtags on their posts. They didn’t do any networking, they didn’t post on local facebook groups, L I T E R A L L Y nothing. But i’m now getting what seems to be a fucking hate campaign with people that know this business commenting on every single post on social media. Its a full time job just trying to delete and block these comments, because once a business gets even a snippet of a rumour about them, it sticks. And i do A LOT of local business.

I have resisted SO HARD blazing a post calling them out on my social media, but the one thing i’ve always been taught is don’t air your dirty laundry in public. I haven’t even said anything on my personal fb page as i know i have some mutual friends with the person that runs this business. 

But the absolute weirdest thing about this whole situation, is after they did that post on facebook, they DELETED their business facebook page, and blocked my business from their insta page (i have other accounts so they really are quite dumb to think i won’t be able to see them). But... its the run up to valentines day, and then UK Mothers Day (14th March), so its like prime time to be getting gift boxes out there! Nothing new has been posted on their website, if they aren’t going to be doing any more boxes, WHY THE HELL are they trying to run me into the ground? 

AND, AND, AND, this wasn’t exactly their unique idea, pamper boxes by post are a really popular item, there are literally 25 companies locally doing this!  WHY THE FUCK DO THEY WANT TO PICK ON ME???

Ok rant over. Sorry you had to put up with all that word vomit.

[katsukisbimbo]

Fight Me

✯ Hashibira Inosuke x Strong! Fem! Reader

✯ genre: crack!!!! kind of strangers-to-friends-to-lovers au? kinda ooc characters but it do be like dat

✯ summary: inosuke likes girls that can put him in his place

✯ wordcount: 2.0k +

note: this was a request by @ahegaoapril sorry if it took me so long to write it!! i had to rewatch some of kny to get the events right but i hope you enjoy!!

- okay so

- you first met tanjirou when you were making your way to the drum house

- you saw that he was a fellow demon slayer so why not stick with each other yknow

- teamwork makes the dream work

- “hi i’m y/l/n y/n!! what’s your name??”

- “i’m kamado tanjirou!! how old are you??” you tell him your age and luckily you guys were close to each other’s ages

- omg!!

- new bffs

- but then you could sense the presence of a demon coming from the box tanjirou was carrying on his back

- and he’s like

- ruh roh

- o.o

- “aHHhsjd you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to!! feel free to tell me whenever you’re ready!!”

- and he’s just uwuing

- because wow you’re so nice

- he’s gonna l o v e being your friend

- on your way up the mountain you see a blonde simp trying to harass a girl into marrying him

- sigh

- simps

- you notice that he’s wearing the demon slayer uniform

- ‘do they accept just anyone in the demon slayers’

- you and tanjirou make your way over to them and try to pull the simp off of the poor girl

- “hEY gEt off hEr rIghT nOw”

- “please marry me i’m so weak please i need you to protect me you’re so beautifu-“

- you grab the weirdo and fling him away from the girl

- she thanks you and starts being the crap out of him and honestly you couldn’t find the kindness in yourself to stop her

- eh

- it ez what it ez

- he goes on crying about how he was weak and how he needed a wife until

- “EHHHHH WHO IS THIS BEAUTY YOU’RE WITH HUH TANJIROU? HUH WHO IS SHE? YOU PUSHED MY FUTURE WIFE AWAY BECAUSE YOU ALREADY HAVE YOUR OWN GSHSJSDJDBX-“

- but before he could go on you shoved him onto the floor making him eat dirt (poor baby)

- time skip becuase zenitsu is too chaotic

- you guys made your way up the mountain

- whew

- you need to work out more

- y/n’s stamina said: no

- after you guys got to the drum house you saw two little kids crying and hugging each other but suddenly a kid fell out the window

- you turned to shield the kids’ eyes so that they wouldn’t be able to see

- you, tanjirou, and zenitsu made your way inside of the house, sensing berko is demons on your way in

- you sadly got seperated from zenitsu and tanjirou

- sigh

- what nOW

- and you suddenly see a fucking guy with a boar mask

- “HAHAAHAHAHSAIAH”

- whAT THE FUCK

- RUN GET OUT OF THERE WHAT IS THAT

- luckily it just breezes past you and goes on a rampage

- ...

- when you got out you saw a beaten up zenitsu shielding tanjirou’s box from the boar mans relentless kicks

- oh no

- you fly into action and kick the shit outta the boar man

- but tanjirou suddenly comes out and yells at you to stop and that demon slayers weren’t allowed to raise their blades against one another

- who said that you were gonna be fighting with swords

- “sTOP Y/N-CHAN YOU’LL GET HURT”

- “IDC BITCH I DIDN’T CHOOSE THE THUG LIFE THE THUG LIFE CHOSE ME”

- “the hate u give little infants fucks everyone” -2pac

- y/n: *proceeds to beat the shit out of the boar dude and successfully knocks him out with one kick to the back of its head”

- ...

- pending....

- loading....

- after inosuke woke up he threatened to beat the shit out of you but you just ignored him and continued to help tanjirou and zenitsu bring the bodies back outside

- after burying everyone, you guys decided to make your way to the wisteria house to get some rest and heal up

- on the way there and during your stay there inosuke wouldn’t leave you the fuck alone

- “hEY YOU FIGHT ME”

- “no”

- “wHY NOT”

- “cuz i’m stronger than you, you’ll just hurt yourself. we’re here to rest”

- cue inosuke screaming and lunging at you

- but nah you weren’t bout it

- you simply side stepped and turned to jump inosuke and pin him down

- “give it up pretty boy”

- *boomboom*

- huh

- what was this

- why did inosuke feel his heart beat a little faster

- what was this feeling

- eh

- he’s probably just hungry

- ...

- you, inosuke, and tanjirou are currently battling the spider dad

- “tANJIROU WHAT IS THAT”

- “i DONT KNOW”

- both tanjirou and inosuke make a move to slash at spider daddy’s arms but they were too tough, you quickly ran towards them successfully slashing the demons right arm

- “hOWD YOU DO THAT?!!!? HIS SKIN WAS SO HARD”

- “and? life is hard, but you get through it”

- wise words by y/l/n y/n

- life do be hard doe

- anyways

- inosuke felt his heart beat a little faster in his chest,,,what did that mean?? is he tired or something?? but why did seeing you cut spider daddy’s arm make his heart go boom boom

- as the battle goes on, tanjirou was yEETED to the next dimension, leaving only you and inosuke to fight against daddy long legs

- “DONT DIE BOTH OF YOU”

- hah as if you’d die without confessing to inosuke

- huh

- wait what

- yOU LIKE INOSUKE

- hehe

- your thoughts are suddenly interrupted when spidaddy suddenly lunges at you but you were luckily able to get out of the way

- “oI PAY ATTENTION”

- “SHUT UP BAKANOSUKE”

- :(

- after some time inosuke was able to slice through arachne daddy’s arms but it suddenly ran away

- “oi inosuke lets go”

- boom boom

- there it was AGAIN

- maybe he needed to see a doctor

- you follow the demon only to see it shedding its skin and regaining its arm back

- what the fuck

- eND ME NOW

- you glance at inosuke but he isn’t budging

- you’re suddenly filled with fear when you realize that inosuke was accepting the fact that he was going to be defeated

- you were about to yell at him until

- “no way am i going to lose. i’m hashibira inosuke of the demon slaying corps!”

- whew

- you let inosuke take the lead as you knew that he was filled with new determination to kill this demon and get you two to safety

- but when the demon got its hands on inosuke you were suddenly filled with an immeasurable amount of rage

- you lunged at the demon and stabbed your blades into both of its shoulders

- it let out a piercing scream as you dig your blades even further into its flesh

- but suddenly a flash and inosuke was on the floor with the demons arms

- you turned your head and saw the water pillar, tomioka giyuu

- “gIyUU-SAN thank god!! could you please finish him off? i need to fix inosuke up” and he just nods at you and gets crack-a-lackin

- he defeats spider daddy in a span of 2 seconds while you and inosuke are mesmerized by his skill and technique

- as he makes his way deeper in the woods he is stopped by inosuke calling out to him

- “HOLD UP FIGHT ME MISMATCHED HAORI”

- and at that point you were too tired and exhausted to listen to inosuke or to baby sit him

- so you knock him out and smile sheepishly at giyuu

- after giyuu left, all the exhaustion seeps into your bones causing you to pass out right on top of inosuke, making you unconsciously snuggle into his chest

- GOSH THATS CUTE

- by the time you wake up you were already at shinobu’s butterfly estate. surprisingly you were the first one up from your friends

- you looked at the bed beside yours and saw that you were in between zenitsu and inosuke

- you slowly slipped out of bed and sat on inosuke’s

- dumbass still had his mask on

- you slowly examine his body to see how his wounds were healing and they were healing pretty well

- you moved your hands to touch his own, feeling how warm and rough they were from long hours of practicing his swordsmanship

- “ehem”

- GEHSJDJ

- you quickly drop inosuke’s hand and turn your head to see a short armed zenitsu smirking at you

- “iTS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I WAS JUST WORRIED OK STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT SIMP”

- “hehe you like him don’t you”

- >:)

- “and if i do? what about it?”

- 0o0

- zenitsu didn’t think that you’d actually admit it

- “hey, there’s nothing wrong with liking him. it’s normal. you guys would be cute together”

- “i-i s-shUT UP,,, but thanks zenitsu,,, do you really think he’d like me back though?”

- “of course he does y/n, you’re strong beautiful, intelligent, and skilled! he’d be stupid to not like you”

- aWH

- zenitsu could be really cute sometimes

- but what you two didn’t know was that inosuke was awake the w h o l e time

- and he was BLUSHING so HARD under his mask omg

- ceo of tomatoes

- this was yours and zenitsu’s little secret

- after all of you had healed up you noticed that inosuke was a little clingier towards you

- whenever you guys ate he would give you a piece of HIS tempura and he never does that???

- and whenever you two are sparring he always has this look in his eye, like he was looking at something so precious to him

- eh maybe it was just the lighting

- he wouldn’t have feelings for you

- was what you thought until you overheard the three musketeers talking

- “kentaro,,, is it normal for my heart to go really fast when i see y/n?? she’s really strong and i really like that. i love fighting with her and i wanna be as strong as her. but whenever we fight i get chest pains and my tummy feels weird. am i sick?”

- and zenitsu and tanjirou are just like

- ‘r u an idiot lol’

- but this is inosuke

- “listen inosuke, i think you like y/n,, maybe even love her,,”

- wHA

- bruh you’re being punkd tell the cameras to come out right now

- this has to be a JOKE

- before you could stop yourself your body already made its way into the room they were in and slid the door open

- *bANG*

- and suddenly the three of them are jumping into the air

- but when they see that it’s you, zenitsu and tanjirou make their way out, leaving you and inosuke by yourselves

- “so i hear-“

- “i think i love you”

- what

- the

- fuck

- did he just say he loved you

- or did you have some sort of brain damage

- sOMEONE PAGE SHEPHERD

- “i think you’re really pretty and you’re so strong that you don’t even seem to break a sweat when you kick my ass. i really like fighting with you but when i do,, looking at you makes me feel all weird and tingly”

- 0.0

- you suddenly lunge at inosuke and hug him and he hesitantly puts his arms around you

- “i think i love you too bakanosuke”

- cue tanjirou and zenitsu cheering

- “i still won’t go easy on you when we’re sparring though”

- “good, i don’t want you to”

[dramaworthyofsrk]

Like Passing Notes in Secrecy, pt. 1

oh, I fully made a new Tumblr because I am ~self-conscious~ about posting writing on the one where people I actually know follow me :) I am also Very Bad at using this site so please bear with me as I try and figure it out. Anyway posting this makes me n e r v o u s but I had a lot of fun writing so I figured okay fine, why not? I hope you enjoy it even half as much as I did.

Summary: The relationship you and Peter share, as told by the notes that you two pass to each other. Inspired both by the song lyric used for the title and for that moment in To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before when Josh says to Lara Jean "still think you've never gotten a love letter?"

Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7

He’s trying his hardest to pay attention, he is, but he’s just not interested in learning about iambic pentameter and he knows you love English but he can’t help himself from tearing out a piece of notebook paper and writing on it anyway, folding it into fours and extending his arm carefully so he can drop it onto your desk. You give him a frustrated look, blowing out a small breath but opening the note anyway. 

are you coming over tonight? 

can’t, am studying for calc exam :(

i’ll help you, come over anyway, pls?

ned and i are making a lego death star

you and ned are the biggest distractors, peter

i’ll think about it

He smiles to himself as he gets the last note because he knows that means you’re halfway convinced and it won’t be hard to get you to go the rest of the way. 

sounds like you’ll be there then :)

peter parker

don’t you get cute with me or i won’t come

i can’t help it 

i’m always cute

The last note doesn’t get a response, but you do turn to him and stick your tongue out and that’s really all the response that he needs. It’s also fully why he’s expecting you to come over that night and is utterly confused when you don’t. 

In your defense, you had been all set to go to Peter’s later, planning out a calculus study schedule that you were going to force the math genius to stick to so that you wouldn’t fail your exam tomorrow. But then Ned is coming up to you and saying something about how he told MJ what was happening and you’d be coming over and “please, you know how he feels about her, so I’m gonna leave early and you can leave with me?” 

Oh. You do know how he feels about MJ actually, you know it well because that is exactly how you feel about Peter, not that any of them know that. You could go and leave early, you suppose, but then that kind of interferes with your study plan and if you’re being honest, you don't know that you’re trying to go see Peter and MJ be whatever their version of flirtatious is. 

“Actually,” you turn to Ned with a small smile, “something came up, so I won’t be able to make it anyway. Let me know how the whole thing goes though.” 

Ned furrows his brow as he looks at you but doesn’t say anything because you’re already waving and walking away from him. It isn’t like you to just say ‘something came up’ and not provide more information because the three of you tell each other everything. Then again, you’re the only one of them with other friends, so maybe something personal came up for one of them and you don't feel comfortable sharing. Either way, Ned decides there’s no point in thinking about it too hard and moves on.  

Peter and Ned are hanging out at his locker when he sees you walk in the next morning and he tells Ned that he’ll be right back as he makes his way over to where you’ve just reached your own locker. “Hey,” he greets, grabbing the straps of his backpack to stop his hands from awkwardly moving around. “You never showed up last night?” 

They both know he’s only phrasing it as a question in hopes that you’ll provide him with more information but instead you just nod and are kind of curt as you say, “I told you I had to study Peter.” 

“Yeah but,” he looks at you confused because that’s not an explanation really, “I told you I’d help you study.” 

You shrug a little, closing your locker and taking a step away from it (from him he can tell), “well I decided this was better. Ned and MJ were there though,” you argue, “I doubt you even missed me.” 

Peter frowns at that, shaking his head, “I always miss you. I even texted you, but you never responded.” He looks sad and it makes you feel bad but your choice is between breaking your own heart and breaking his and you've honestly done too much of the former when it comes to him. 

“I’m sorry Peter,” you blow out a big breath, feigning annoyance so maybe he’ll look more angry than sad because that you can deal with, “but I’m just trying to pass math, okay? I can’t always just drop things and play with legos.” He looks taken aback by your tone and you want to apologize for real this time but instead you turn around and leave him standing there. 

He avoids eye contact with you in English which fucking sucks especially because you sit right next to each other. You have to rethink your whole strategy now because you’re both miserable and at least in the previous way one of you was happy. So you pull a page out of his book and write him a small note, taking care to drop it on his desk when your teacher isn’t looking. 

i’m sorry for being a bitch this morning

i didn’t mean it :(

you were MEAN

You bite her lip and send him a sad face because you know and you wish you could say it out loud but you’re still in the middle of class.

i know petey

i shouldn’t have done that

i’m really sorry 

i guess i forgive you

you have to make it up to me though

anything! <3

come over tonight? 

we can watch a movie or something

He holds the slip of paper out to you but then quickly pulls his arm back before you can grab it and you watch curiously as he adds another line to his note. You can’t help but smile at the addition when you finally get the note and you nod to him, signaling that you’d love to watch a movie with him that night. 

just the two of us :)

[mudwingprince]

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 (here)

Disclaimer!:

two things

1. Please dont ship us, everything that happens in these are completely platonic :)

2. Everything thought or said about certain characters (*cough* isol) is not meant or actually thought, i love all of my friends dearly and would never say anything bad about them in a malicious manner

and onto the story we goooooo

tw: symptoms of clinical anxiety, illness (poison)

Even after a couple hours, the rain hadn’t subdued at all. My fur was wet. Gross. At least when we leave the tree there will be mud. I’ve always liked mud, that’s probably why my parents named me that. Where were my parents, anyway? I don’t think I’ve ever seen them before… Did my parents even name me themselves?

I stared out into the forest, the soft sound of rain pattering down on the leaves kept me calm, but alert. Isol could be out there, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I flicked my tail. It was heavy due to the rain. I blinked. It was a while since I saw rain. It was kind of nice. I glanced at Radi0, making sure he was still there. Yep. Still sleeping. I put my claw to my forehead and brushed my fur tuft to the side. Still there. We’re safe. Why am I afraid? I shouldn’t be. As soon as Radi0 wakes up we’d leave. We need to get as far away from here as possible. I need to find a way to hide our scents. Radi0’s is most important. He was human. He would have the strongest scent. The rain would make it harder for Isol to find us though, and it will wash away our trail. But we were here for so long, there’s no way that the scent wouldn’t stay. I picked up a nearby stick and started scratching at the dirt. It was like that for a while, the harsh crackle from the on-going fire and the soft pitter-patter of the rain. I started poking at a rock, I just needed to wait.

It felt like hours despite only being a couple minutes before Radi0 stirred in his sleep. He pushed himself up with a small grunt, his normally spiky hair had deflated. He rubbed at his eyes and blinked. And then rubbed at his eyes again, tense.

“Did you forget we left?” I asked, my voice low as I kept poking the rock. He let out a nervous laugh.

“Kind of,” He muttered. A pause.

“I grabbed berries?” I said, pushing the berries towards him. He hesitantly took them.

“Are… they poisonous?” Radi0 asked.

“Oh yeah, I would definitely poison you,” I said jokingly, “It’s not like we just saved each other from our homicidal friend.” Radi0 blinked at me. “What? I tried them first, they’re safe. We haven’t eaten in a couple days, I could survive without food but you can’t, so I thought you might like them.” Radi0 looked at the berries suspiciously, as if they would magically grow legs and walk away. Then he carefully put one in his mouth.

“How… long has it been since we last ate?” Radi0 asked, handing a berry to me. I tossed it and caught it between my teeth.

“A couple days?” I replied, and then shrugged. “It's kind of hard to tell when we were in that other place.”

“We should probably give it a name…” Radi0 said, eating another berry. “‘That Other Place’ doesn’t really seem fitting, and it might get confusing, there’s no way we’re going back there any time soon and we’re probably not going to stay here, so there’s bound to be a lot more ‘other places.’”

“Yeah, I was hoping we could get moving soon, I don’t want Isol to find our trail,” I muttered, picking the stick up again and fidgeting with it. “Do you have any names in mind?”

“N-No…” He said. A pause. “Were you really scared by a leaf?”

“Oh my god,” I said, covering my face. “I thought it was a giant bug that landed on me! No one will leave me alone because of it!” I laughed and started ripping the bark off of the stick. “It was really embarrassing.” I looked out to the forest again, picking at the bark. Then I looked at Radi0. He was holding two berries, looking at them in a somewhat disgusted way.

“Are you going to eat those?” I asked, he blinked at me.

“Yeah,” he replied hesitantly. “Why? Do you want one?”

“It doesn’t matter to me, honestly, I just didn’t want them to go to waste,” I shrugged, and directed my gaze back out to the forest. A droplet of rain fell onto my nose and I shook my head.

“Did you get any more sleep?”

“Huh?” I asked, tilting my head.

“You said you had a nightmare,” Radi0 said, putting another berry in his mouth. It seemed forced.

“Oh, uh, I just… wasn’t tired,” I lied. “We should, uh, get going.” I pushed myself up, reaching my talon down to help Radi0 up. He grabbed my talon and I pulled him off of the ground. We started walking through the rain in the opposite direction that we came from. We walked in silence for a while. I made sure to step in every puddle that we found, while Radi0 trudged along, slightly behind me. It didn’t ease the growing worry that Isol was out there somewhere, trying to find us, trying to kill us. She was our friend. They were my friend. I placed a claw on my forehead again. I’m safe with this. We’re safe with this. I can’t let Radi0 get hurt. If he dies, that’s it. There’s no coming back for him, unlike me. I need to protect him. I’ll be fine if I die. I’ll always come back as long as I have the c-

“Are you okay?”

I blinked, confused, then I nodded. Of course I was fine. I couldn’t not be fine. I had to protect him, and if I wasn’t okay, I wouldn’t be able to.

“Yeah, why?”

“You seem worried,” Radi0 said. “Do you want to talk about anything?”

“Nah,” I replied, dragging my hand away from my face. “I’m always worried anyway.” That only seemed to get Radi0 even more concerned. Ah, here you go again, Mud, fucking things up like always. “I-It’s not a bad thing though, I just need to keep everything in check, it’s nothing!” Radi0 looked at me as if I had lost my mind. I sighed. “It’s fine, really. Sure it can be stressful at times, but I’ve done it my entire life and I’m used to it,” I smiled at Radi0, then actually looked at him. He was pale and he had heavy bags under his eyes, his normally proud stance was huddled over. His hair was still deflated from earlier and he was clutching his stomach tightly.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” I asked, putting a talon on his shoulder. He looked at me, and hesitated before shaking his head. “W-What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“I don’t really know…” He muttered, rubbing his temples, “I think I’m just tired…?” I blinked at him. This didn’t really look like ‘just tired,’ it looked like a lot more than that. He looked… ill…

“Uh, how bad do you feel though?” I asked, lifting my talon from his shoulder. He let out a small, hoarse laugh.

“R-Really bad,” Radi0 sighed, rubbing the back of his head. “I just want to sleep and forget about all of this…” I knew how it felt to want to sleep everything off. I want to forget about all of this. Forget about Isol, forget about running away, forget about dying again, forget about it all. A bright flash lit the sky followed by a loud crash. I jumped at the sudden strike of light and loud boom frantically looking around, just in case Isol was preparing to pounce at the distraction.

“Do you think that you could make it a little longer?” I asked. “Just until the rain dies down a little?” He blinked at me and thought about it for a second, then nodded. I gave him a small smile, trying to be comforting, but probably failing. He was just fine yesterday, how could he have caught something already? Did the stress really lower his immune system that much?

“Okay,” I said, flicking my heavy, rain drenched tail, “But if you feel anything different then say something, okay?” He nodded and we continued walking at a slower pace. The rain dripped through the leaves of the thick forest, falling onto our heads and dampening our hair and fur even more. I tried not to think of much as we walked but I’ve never been one to be able to clear my mind. It was always racing, thinking about all of the bad things that have happened and all of the bad things to come. Isol is here. They’re looking for us. She’s looking for me. I was the one who managed to trick her. They thought I was dead. They really want me dead. She’s in the bushes. I know she is. She’s going to kill me. I’m dead. I’m going to die. At thirteen. I have so much to live for, this can’t happen. No, I have the c-

“H-Hey Mud?” I blinked and turned towards Radi0. “Is it okay if we stop, just for a little while?” I nodded at him and then looked around, searching for a good place to rest, just for the rest of the day… or until Radi0 was feeling a bit better…

All that I could see for miles were trees. Radi0 wouldn’t be able to climb them in the state that he’s in. The trees were tall and had large, sturdy leaves, leaves that hardly budged when the rain fell down on them. I thought for a moment, the vines that decorated the trees also seemed pretty sturdy, along with the thick branches. I started to walk towards one of the trees and grabbed a vine that was hanging down. Radi0 looked at me, confused and scared. I gave him a thumbs up as I tried hopping onto the vine. I slipped off easily and fell to the ground with a surprised squeak, soaked in mud and rain water. I stood up and shook myself off. Yeah, this would work!

“I’m going to climb this tree,” I said, pointing to the closest one. “Please don’t go anywhere, I’m not really up for searching for a sick teen right now.”

“I’m not-” Radi0 began to protest, his voice raspy, but before he could say anything else, I started climbing up the tree. The branches were slippery, so it was hard to get a foothold, and I stumbled trying to get to a somewhat-dry branch. There was finally a thick enough branch to hold the both of us, so I started working. First step, find a sturdy (and big) enough leaf.

This shouldn’t be that tricky, I thought as I looked around, standing on the branch. I reached up to grab a large leaf that hung above my head and I tried to pull it off of the tree. I let out a small, frustrated laugh as the leaf didn’t budge. I tried pulling it off again, this time with more force. Still nothing.

Really? I thought to myself, aggravated at the stubbornness of the leaf. It was kind of like me, frustrating and stubborn. Then I had an idea. I had claws, sharp claws nonetheless, why didn’t I think of that before? I walked towards the stem of the leaf and started sawing away at it. After five minutes of frustrated scratching, the leaf finally fell off.

“Yes,” I muttered, holding out the ‘s’. I grabbed the leaf and held it over the edge of the branch to show Radi0. “I GOT A LEAF!” I called down to him. He stood up from where he was leaning on the tree and looked at me.

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked.

“SOMETHING!” I called back, and then returned to working on my strange contraption. Second step, find a vine that wouldn’t snap under the weight of two people. Maybe this one would be easier to find. I looked around again, there was a vine hanging from a nearby tree. I reached for it and tugged. It was good that it was sturdy, but it was also bad that it was that sturdy. Why did everything in this forest have to be so needlessly sturdy? I tugged on it again, trying not to fall off the tree in the process. If only there was a closer vine… I tugged again, this time harder, and the vine came loose, wrapping me up as I fell back onto the branch. I untangled myself and grabbed the leaf. Finally, step three, figure out how to make an ‘elevator’ out of this.

I had literally no clue how.

[jettingtothemoon]

Uhhhh......For a few BNHA Cannons Maybe....Asking them out or they ask you out and when their s/o is a short-tempered fierce introvert(I want it mostly for, Kaminari, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Bakugo)

absolutely! for now i’ll do you/them asking them/you out. i also threw in midoriya and tamaki too (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

characters: kaminari, kirishima, todoroki, bakugou, midoriya, tamaki

asking them out:

when you ask kaminari out, he is over the moon

not to mention, it looks like he short circuited for a second

i mean, why wouldn’t he?

you, some way too good for someone like him, someone he had been crushing hard on for months now, actually just asked him out. him of all people

he will try to play it cool

but will totally have an internal freak out

will blush for a solid few seconds, so dark a blush that everyone notices it

will agree to go out with you in a heartbeat, might even just kiss you then and there if he’s in a particularly good/overexcited mood

will go into instant protective boyfriend mode straight away

will. not. leave. your. side. for. days.

teases you and, within a week of dating, him peppering your face in kisses is just the norm

asking you out:

kaminari will try to be smooth but you will still be able to see his nerves

if others are around at the time he will boldly ask you to go out with him

if it’s just the two of you his insecurities and worries about you saying no will show a little more and he’ll be almost shy and hesitant when he asks

when you say yes, in either of these situations, he will:

1. not believe you for a solid couple of seconds, “you will? r-really?”

2. when you confirm that you were not joking and actually want to go out with him, he will literally jump on the spot in joy

will hug you effective-immediately

he’ll be in a good mood for literal days after this

asking them out:

when you ask kirishima out, you’re the shy one

of course, although looking baffled for a split second, he pretty much immediately says that he will go out with you

literally jumps for joy

punches the air in victory as he yells out a “yes!”

but then acts cool immediately after

even while you giggle at his actions

will boast to everyone about his s/o and how they asked him out

will tell everyone you were so cute and shy

tells everyone how much he loves you all the time

even though you literally only just got together

as you can tell, this boi is very proud of you and the fact that you’re his

asking you out:

this boi is bold

will likely have flowers or chocolate or something

he’s secretly a little romantic

will ask you out with no doubt that you’ll decline showing on his face

but on the inside he’s terrified you’ll say no

hence the gift he brought to ‘persuade’ you

when you say yes he is the happiest boi alive

he’ll grin so wide, spiky teeth shining so brightly at you

will immediately celebrate

asking them out:

asking todoroki out was no easy task

well, so you thought

he was the heartthrob of the class

every single one of the girls swooned over him

even if they only saw him as a friend, they were still beguiled by his looks

so, of course, you never thought he could like you of all people

but still, you wouldn’t know if you didn’t try

as cold and serious as he seemed, there was a passion in his heart

you’d seen it during battle

his emotions are hard to deduce which only made you all the more scared to even ask him but it also only made you need to ask him even more

so, you did

and boy was he surprised

he looked so confused, so shocked. he didn’t know what to do at all

so, you already thought you had been rejected

you just apologised and went to walk away but he quickly spoke your name, stopping you in your tracks

“yes...” he looked so confused, still seeming unsure if he was answering you correctly

but then he nodded and looked you dead in the eye, although his gaze was soft

“i’ll go out with you“

asking you out:

todoroki isn’t sure exactly how to do this

like, sure people have confessed to him plenty of times

but he’s never confessed to anyone before

obviously asked his friends for advice

you could literally see them all hiding behind the corner when he walked over to you

he’s not shy, just not entirely sure how to do this

he just kind of awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and looks you in the eyes

“i- um, do you wanna maybe go out with me?“

this boi-

honestly, it melted your heart

of course, you can’t say no after that

he smiles so softly at you, although his eyes did widen as if he didn’t think you would actually like him back for a moment

is the sweetest boyfriend ever but will need ‘help’ learning how to be in this kind of relationship

everything moves very slowly but it’s comfortable and more than you could have ever asked for

baby steps, you just have to be patient with him

asking them out:

working up the courage to ask bakugou out when you knew that his rejection would be harsh was, well, it was difficult

but, miraculously you had managed to

i mean, he had been kidnapped by the league of villains and all

after that you thought about what it would be like had you never gotten the chance to tell him how you feel

so, despite your shaking nerves, you headed to his room

he always turned in early so you figured this was your best chance to catch him alone

although you didn’t think he would like it if you interrupted him from his sleep

which is why you went after him not even five minutes after he headed to bed

you knocked almost too quietly but it seemed he heard you nonetheless, opening the door with a loud bang

“WHAT?“

when he saw you there, his volume toned down a little and his face softened

you were lowkey terrified what with his eyes burning through your skull like that

“spit it out, y/n.“

so you do. you just say it there and then

and he is shocked

like you just came and asked him out, just like that, completely out of the blue

he almost irritably scratches the back of his head

“i- um- sure? okay.“

then he slams his door in your face again

the next day he is pretty much the same and doesn’t bring it up

but he does stick to your side a little more than usual

eyes up the other boys whenever they come near you

rushes to your side when you get hurt in class, although it was only a small bump on your knee

everyone else notices this too, of course, although whenever anyone brings it up he just insults them and tells them to shut up

asking you out:

he will not ask you out if others are there

that is just a given because he doesn’t want to look ‘soft’ in front of them

when he does it, it’ll be just the two of you

although it may sound a little insensitive and blunt

but you know what he’s like and don’t take that to heart

he’s trying his best and you know he’s being serious because he wouldn’t joke about something like this

you’re a tad intimidated by his waiting glare but you can see the insecurity residing in the depths of it

you really do like him

so, so much

which is why you obviously say yes

you can tell he’s happy, even if he doesn’t really show it

“good. great. we’re going to the cinema tomorrow then, meet me outside the dorms at ten.“

he even planned a date, although his way of asking was unique

he may have a rough exterior but he’s a soft boi at heart

well, at least, he is for you

he will be suddenly very possessive of you, glaring at any of the other boys when you so much as speak to them

he’ll even wrap his arm around you 90% of the time just because he likes keeping you close, and mineta’s prying eyes

asking them out:

this bby is a blundering mess

looks like a tomato

stuttering like crazy

honestly doesn’t know what to do

he had to look away from you to answer because he just can’t do it if he’s looking at you

you just smile because oh my god he’s so cute istg

you just want to hug him and cover his face in kisses right there and then

but you don’t in fear that he will pass out

as soon as he’s calmed down, however, you hug him so tightly just so that he knows you’re serious

it’ll take him a while to get used to it but soon he won’t completely freak out when you subtly entwine his pinky with yours when you’re next to each other

he’ll still get all flustered but will be down for cuddle sessions in yours or his room within a week

asking you out:

of course, all his friends know he likes you

in fact, they’re the reason he’s even asking you out right now

uraraka and iida are watching from a far, giving him a supportive thumbs up as he approaches you

is already flushed and sweating before he even gets to you

shifts his weight on his feet, looking down at them, as he asks, “do you, um- do you want to maybe, um-”

“yes.“ you cut him off, wanting to soothe his nerves as soon as possible

his eyes snap back up to you and he smiles, rubbing a sweaty hand on the back of his neck

“i- i didn’t finish yet though.“

you put your hands on his shoulders, stilling his shaking body whilst drawing his attention to you

“midoriya, i will go out with you.“

he smiles so wide

then notices how close you are and freaks out again

this little cutie

asking them out:

you asking him out is something he never expected

i mean, no one asks him out

no one ever has, he’s way too timid

so when you do it’s a shock

but he can tell that you’re not pulling his leg or playing with him

you really mean it, you really want to go out with him

so, timidly, he agrees to go out with you

and you are over the moon

you don’t go out on many dates and tamaki is not good with pda at all

but, behind closed doors, he will let you cuddle him

and maybe even kiss him

to your heart’s content

although this shy boi won’t ever initiate anything

needs constant reassurance that you still like him and want to date him for the first couple of months of your relationship

but will start believing in your love for him when you literally never fail in showing him just how much he means to you

asking you out:

god knows he wouldn’t be doing this if nejire wasn’t making him

he likes you, that isn’t really something he hides all that well either

but he would never ask someone out on his own. his anxiety just wouldn’t let him

so, of course, nejire was determined to get him to ‘man up’ and ask you out

she literally pushes him into you, which only makes him want to run away even more

but you just laugh which seems to calm him a little

his eyes keep darting around the room, looking everywhere but at you

“u-um, d-do you want t-to go s-see a m-moive sometime?“

he was a mess

but it was cute, adorable even

“i’d love to.“ you grin

he doesn’t even say anything else, he just nods as if taking in your response and then just runs away

nejire comes over and gives you the time and place

when you show up, his nerves are already killing him

you hoped that linking your arm with his would help ease him a little but it seems to have just made it worse

nonetheless, you don’t let go. even going as far as to holding his hand whilst you’re watching the movie

now this, this is something he melts into quickly

his tense muscles begin to relax and he even peeks a glance over at you whilst you’re happily stuffing your face with popcorn

when you call him your boyfriend he is like putty in your hands, although still just as shy as before

baby steps, baby steps

[greyias]

Companion Interview Meme

Tagged by: @a-muirehen — thank you for the tag!

Pick three companions who know your OC/muse well. Answer the questions from at least one of their companions points of view. Replace anywhere it says ‘Grey’ with your OC’s name. Name the three companions who will be answering here: 1. Theron Shan 2. Lana Beniko 3. Kira Carsen Are they ready to be candid with their responses? Don’t worry, this is totally private. Grey will never read it.

(Slight spoiler warning in one answer for Echoes of Oblivion)

1. First Impressions. What was the first impression you had of Grey?

Theron: Look, it’s complicated. Like on one hand, she just had to be hiding something, because she was just so—so—no one is that nice! Or naive. It had to be an act somehow. I was convinced of it, there had to be something wrong with her, some deep, dark dirty secret she was hiding. Because if she wasn’t then that means she was a genuinely good person who actually cared deeply about random strangers and that was just weird. And kind of wonderful. And in retrospect when I look back maybe I just... needed a few reasons to keep people at arms distance. I once told her that I loved her from the moment I saw her. Striding into the situation room like she owned the place and... yeah. That was also true. As I said, it’s complicated. And I’m kind of an idiot.

Lana: I was quite impressed by what I had assumed at the time was a great deal of pragmatism. She was a Jedi, and yet didn’t seem bothered at all by the fact that I was a Sith. In fact, sometimes I think maybe she was... fascinated by it? There was a moment or two where I wondered if... well, I suppose it doesn’t matter now. She has always been a force to be reckoned with. It’s easy to follow someone like that... even if they are a Jedi (and a very impractical one at that. I really should have seen that coming in retrospect.)

Kira: She didn’t know how to take a joke. I mean, I’ve gotten better over the years, but at the start I’d had a tendency to make jokes first, assess the situation later. I’d made some comment about taking no prisoners, and you would have thought I’d just kicked a puppy instead of making a joke. Kind of felt like I had from the look on her face. Luckily, I think we both made better second impressions when we started working together on Coruscant.

2. Grey walks into a bar. No, it’s not a joke - what does she order? If you give her a credit for the jukebox, what kind of music would she put on?

Theron: Something fruity and filled with rum if you don’t stop her. Don’t let her drink the rum. And then because she has no loyalty whatsoever she’ll put on Tai-Vor Swivt on the jukebox and just share my special playlist with the whole cantina. Um. I mean. Her playlist. I don’t like Tai-Vor. I only listen to Heavy Isotope. And things like that.

Lana: The answer depends on the time of day, her mood, and several other factors. I have it all documented in this rubric here. You’ll need to give me more specifics on your inquiry if you want an accurate answer.

Kira: I mean, usually she just orders caf, which almost always gets a dramatic eyeroll from the bartender. So I usually have to order so we don’t get the stinkeye the entire time. And usually she lets me pick the music too -- I kind of suspect she didn’t really know many of the artists. Not exactly dialed into pop culture, that one.

3. How does Grey spend a day off from work?

Theron: Hmm, if I have my way it’s a nice slow morning and any message sent to her e-mail receives a cordial out-of-office message (Lana gets two for each message she sends.) Maybe later we can take a walk in the woods, go pet those stinky Exoboars running wild and ruining the Odessen countryside, maybe we get a little lost along the way. Spend the evening winding down with one of her swashbuckling holoflix. If I don’t have my way someone winds up asking her a work question and then she doesn’t get a day off. Yes. I know the irony of this coming from me.

Lana: If she is onsite at Odessen nowadays she seems to spend it in a mix between time in her quarters, leaving the base to take a walk in the woods, trying to duck surveillance to meditate in her “secret” spot. 

Kira: Back on the Defender, it was just a lot of meditating, practicing her katas, sparring. Honestly, even on her days off she usually just kept trying to make sure we were prepared for the next mission. Although if I invited her to do something normal she’d go along with it. So I may have made sure some of our off days coincided so she would actually take something resembling a break. The weirdo. She seems to have relaxed a little from that here on Odessen. I think that’s nice.

4. What silly superstitions or funny traditions does she observe?

Theron: She meditates each morning, and still observes the Jedi morning fast. Except she totally cheats on her fast and will drink a cup of caf if its hand delivered to her. She’ll warm her hands on the mug as she takes in a big whiff, and this little smile spreads across her face. It causes the freckles on her nose to wrinkle. And maybe I’m the one who hand delivers the caf because its hard to think of a better way to start the day.

Lana: We do not speak of the fruitcake, or any of her other attempted holiday traditions. If we do not encourage her, then maybe she’ll stop. Please, we must all band together, for the good of my digestive tract.

Kira: Whenever we would finish up a mission on a planet, she liked to take off her socks and boots and meditate with her feet sticking into the ground. She even wanted to do it on Quesh but Doc was loud enough on that instance to be able to talk her out of it. She tried to hide it but she looked really disappointed, so I tried to cheer her up by joining her on this weird mud hop at our next port of call. Not sure if I really felt any different but it seemed to make her happy.

5. What does Grey wear to bed? And just how do you know that?

Theron: Traditional night wear is a thin tank top and sleep pants. Let’s just say sometimes there’s less traditional night wear, or sometimes less than that -- but that’s between husband and wife.

Lana: On mission she typically wears something quick to change into her armor. On base she seems to have a standard set of pajama bottoms and sleeveless sleep shirt. How do I know this? Let’s just say I have to keep the Commander on schedule, even when certain people who should know better try and distract her from our very busy day running things.

Kira: She usually was changed and ready for the day before I ever saw her, but sometimes there’d be a late night where she couldn’t sleep, and I’d find her in the Defender’s mess. Pretty simple and spare sleepwear, sleep pants and tank top. Fashion’s not exactly her priority, you know?

6. Your favorite memory of Grey?

Theron: Why do you make me pick? Damn... that’s hard. There’s almost too many to choose, but... I guess it would be just after we got back from Nathema, and I was trying to apologize for everything and... somehow that turned into a proposal. And despite me being a stumbling awkward mess she still said yes and... look. I probably should have picked a different one, I’m not really good at the talking about feelings thing.

Lana: That moment when the broadcast across the galaxy happened after she had tamed the Eternal Fleet, she stood poised and powerful, finally setting the galaxy aright after Zakuul had torn it asunder. It was a moment more than five years in the making and I couldn’t have been prouder.

Kira: That moment when we stood, side-by-side, with everyone else in the Force and turned that creep Tenebrae, and every other of his counterparts into absolute crumbling dust. It almost made up for the fact that I wasn’t there the first two times she sent him packing.

7. A time you very nearly almost kissed Grey?

Theron: I mean, if we’re being technical, I had... thought about it for one moment on Manaan. Just a brief second, as we were saying our farewells before I went into hiding. Our eyes had met while we were shaking hands goodbye and it would have been so easy to just pull her in close and--I didn’t. Of course I didn’t. Not then at least. Now though? I don’t miss a chance.

Lana: I was angry at myself, my weakness, and taking it out on the clutter around the Gravestone. I had been surrounded out in the swamp, and only Koth’s timely intervention had saved me. She had come seeking me out to make sure that I was all right, to check on my injury. And in the low light, she just looked so concerned and guilty, and I’m fairly certain she was leaning in. I would have, you know, if Koth hadn’t been throwing around things and making a racket.

Kira: It was right after my Knighting, and I had snuck a bottle of champagne on board to celebrate. I suspect she hadn’t ever actually tasted alcohol before, judging by her reaction to the first sip. But we kept drinking, and giggling, kind of like we weren’t stuffy Jedi at all. And there was this moment where she asked me about Nar Shaddaa. Not pushy or anything, just... curious about my experiences. She never talks about it, but I don’t think she really knew much of life outside of the Order so she was always cautiously curious. And there was this moment where I was telling her about my first kiss and we kind of leaned in and--nothing happened. At the time I didn’t want to risk making things weird. I... like where we’re at. I’m fine with it.

8. Vacation time! Where do you take Grey for some R&R?

Theron: You know, I just love the sound of that word. Vay-cay-shun. Despite popular opinion I actually do take them, maybe a few more now than when I was single. We have a secret little hideaway that no one else knows about that I like to take her to when things get a little rough or we just need a break from the everything the galaxy is deciding to throw her our way.

Lana: You know, a vacation does sound nice, but someone has to keep things running here, especially when a certain nameless spy whisks our Commander away to fake locales. Seriously, I need a proper itinerary. What if I need to contact them? It’s just rude. Oh right, the question. I suppose I wouldn’t mind visiting some place quiet and out of the way, although I honestly have yet to find a place in galaxy that qualifies because if I take Grey for some reason she always finds someone in trouble that she insists on rescuing.

Kira: I’m not sure if it qualifies as a vacation per se, but I’ve been able to sneak her and one of our other Jedi buddies around base off to Nar Shaddaa for a Girl’s Night. Those are fun, even if we kept getting hit on at the bars. Although that can be entertaining in itself, especially that one time some guy pretended to be a Jedi, and then got this very detailed lecture on how bad an idea that was from Grey. I don’t think I’ve seen a man wilt so fast in my life. I would pay to see that again.

9. Grey’s sense of humor -is it dry, immature, sarcastic, self-deprecating, physical, witty, dark, or…?

Theron: I think it depends on the situation and her mood. It can be very subtle, and sometimes I can’t tell if she’s being serious when she says something ridiculous, or if she’s messing with me. Which... I suppose is fair, because sometimes I do the same to her.

Lana: She loves a good pun, which I find delightful. It’s doubly delightful just to see Theron roll his eyes and groan like he’s being tortured.

Kira: I think a lot of people don’t really get her humor, and honestly it took me a while to realize when she was joking. She likes to let others take the lead when it comes to cracking jokes, but when she does make a zinger, it takes a few seconds for it to land. They’re a lot more sly and subtle than you’d think. My favorite is when she starts to get really frustrated with someone and makes really dry, pointed comments that usually sail right over their heads. She has so many people fooled with that sweet serene Jedi act, they don’t even realize the epic burn until long after the conversation has ended.

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[angeltrapz]

saw ur post 4 saw asks n im here to deliver!! (also fully gonna answer the one u sent me i just had a busy night 💚) — hmmm would personally love to hear more abt the Matthews-Faulkner-Stanheight-Blank family dynamic? esp maybe Daniel + Art, but rlly just anything u wanna talk abt there! maybe if they have any sorta family traditions, what holidays look like for them, that sorta deal

shfajs tysm!!!! (also tht's totally okay, take yr time!!!)

also oooo I love this question okay. so like u mentioned this when I asked abt what Eric n Daniel's relationship would b like post-trap, but I think it's very very good fr Daniel 2 like. see tht Eric has ppl who love him n who don't mind helping him when he needs it n who are THERE fr him bc again, like you've mentioned, seeing a parent so utterly shattered th way Eric was after his trap is incredibly difficult, esp for a kid (though Daniel is like. at least seventeen? still). knowing tht his dad has a good support system n is surrounded by ppl tht care abt him helps put him at ease bc he knows he can trust Adam n Art. he knows they'll keep Eric safe n tht they'll help him to heal, tht they love him n want 2 see him do well n get better. plus, Daniel knows tht if he needs to talk 2 some1 abt how difficult seeing his dad like tht is, he knows both Adam n Art r there fr him and tht helps a lot. of course, he also has Rigg + maybe Hoffman (until th whole. u know.), but they don't live w Eric. they don't see him every day th way Art n Adam do. that's not 2 say they don't know Eric is struggling, but there is a difference btwn them n Eric's boyfriends. basically, Daniel is very much grateful fr Art + Adam.

I feel like Art wld be VERY good at lending an ear fr when Daniel needs 2 talk. whether that be abt their trap + tht whole experience, Eric's trap n the consequences/rough aftermath, just plain venting, etc.; Art is there 2 listen to them + offer a solution if they want one. most times I think Daniel just wants to b listened to, esp when it comes to what they went thru in the Nerve Gas House - tht's smth they don't feel comfortable discussing w Eric right away fr obvious reasons, but therapy can only do so much. I think th two of them have more in common than they might realize at first, bc hey, Art Killed A Man Because Trevor Was Going To Kill Him If He Didn't, and Daniel Killed A Man Because Xavier Would Have Killed Both Them And Amanda If They Didn't. I feel like Art is like. very reserved abt th details of his first trap + how they affected him (and th second one tbh; it's not smth he vocalizes often at all), but fr Daniel he wld gladly talk abt it if it meant Daniel didn't feel alone. if it meant it could help them, reassure them that hey, it wasn't yr fault, u did what u had to, n I know tht can be hard 2 believe right now n that's okay. u need to process things at yr own pace.

and so Art tells them abt the Mausoleum, bares a part of himself he keeps locked away where he doesn't often give it much thought/actively ignores it. n I think tht's healing fr him too, maybe. there's solace in tht shared experience, as horrible as it was in th moment. 2 know there's someone out there who has even th faintest inkling of what u went thru + what u had to do to survive. of course Daniel relates 2 Adam fr this reason too, but like. Art will use his Lawyer Voice n make sure Daniel understands tht what they did doesn't make them a bad person or confirm tht Jigsaw Was Right And They Deserved It. n tht's rly important fr Daniel 2 hear, esp early on. it's honestly one of th first times Art is truly honest abt his feelings on th matter + the Mausoleum, n it's just. a step tht much closer to healing for both of them.

family traditions!!! they do have a few! in the summer, every sunday they have Daniel w them, Eric Art n Adam go out fr ice cream, even if they get it at the drive thru n eat it in th car bc none of them want 2 be around all th people/sit outside in th muggy weather. it's a good way to get them all out of th house fr a little while, something enjoyable tht doesn't require too much energy or even interaction. it's just smth nice they can do where they're all together n chilling n just enjoying each other's company!

this is mostly a Daniel one but every year around April Fools he just. puts fucking googly eyes on everything. n every time some1 discovers some, it doesn't matter where in th house he is, u can hear him cackle abt it. Adam thinks it's an absolute delight n has assisted on multiple occasions. tht's abt as far as pranks go fr them, bc none of them like surprises like that, but god is it ever hilarious 2 hear Eric frm the kitchen while Art Adam n Daniel r in the living room when he says "I found another one!" while he's looking fr smth in the fridge kjdkfsf.

holidays!! every Christmas they all sit down in th living room n watch a couple of movies w the blankets spread out on th floor w snacks n hot chocolate. the first Christmas following his trap, Eric was sat on th couch between Adam n Art while Daniel chose to sprawl out on th floor, n he just looked around at his boyfriends n his son n the fake pine tree they had all decorated together n he like. needs to take a moment bc this is it. this is all he cld ever want out of life right here. this is a level of peace Eric never knew he wld ever be able to reach after what he went thru fr those six months. n he just sort of presses his face into Art's shoulder n breathes thru it. he doesn't even have to say anything fr Adam n Art to know what he's thinking bc Adam's hand is on his arm n Art's resting his cheek against th top of his head, n he might cry a little, but he's happy. surrounded by th ppl he loves n who love him, love him enough to keep the lights down low n the volume on th television soft, to use subtitles so he doesn't get overwhelmed, Eric realizes he has a home n it's just. oof.

fr Valentine's Day, this one was actually Adam's idea initially: wht they do is take sticky notes n write little affirmations on thm fr each other, n stick thm in places where they'll see it. sometimes Daniel joins in on this one, but usually it's an Art Eric Adam thing. so like it'll be little things, like a note frm Adam telling Eric how proud he is of him, or one from Art letting Adam know he couldn't have had a better best friend, or th one from Eric that thanks th both of thm fr helping him w his rashes + helping him 2 accept tht part of him n start to see it as nothing to be ashamed of. it starts on th first day of February and ends on Valentine's Day itself, n sometimes they get those packs of cards u get fr kids just to write goofy shit on thm to pass back n forth n make each other laugh. they also get th discounted candy!! (Adam steals all th twix bars tho. tht's okay bc Eric likes snickers anyway n Art is fond of reese's peanut butter cups. they share th sweet tarts + conversation hearts!)

Halloween is when they get a big bowl of candy 2 leave on th porch fr the kids who're trick-or-treating while th three of them stay inside (+Daniel sometimes!) n watch some classics, like their Christmas tradition. they Also add in some bad movies 2 mix it up a lil bit bc sometimes u just need a laugh. I am like in Lov w the idea u had abt Eric n Adam sometimes building cozy pillow forts, so they do tht n the three of them just vibe in there n lay together n look n talk. n like it's So Much Fun 2 have ppl to like. discuss movies w while yr watching them! esp when they're ppl who won't be annoyed w u when u wanna share a thought! like Eric n Adam will get into this deep discussion abt horror movie decisions n Art will just lay there n listen bc he loves them so much n loves hearing them get amped up abt things. he'll offer his own two cents if asked too! mostly he listens, but he can definitely contribute.

inevitably at some point, someone's hand ends up in Eric's hair n he's just. asleep not too long after that. usually on someone's shoulder or against their chest, n depending on who's still awake, they either try 2 move to th bedroom or they just sleep in th living room (i.e.: Art will try to convince Eric n Adam to come to bed properly, whereas Adam will just b like "fuck it" n pass out right there. has this led 2 them waking up sore b4? absolutely. but it's like. "we r adults who live w our decisions n this one happened 2 be sleeping on th floor" so.

n then a minor one is on their birthdays, some1 (usually Art, to be completely honest w u) will cook tht person their favourite comfort food fr dinner n they all help make cake/cupcakes/cookies/something dessert-related of their choice. so like Art rly likes brownies, Adam is fond of strawberry jello poke cake, n Eric can make some RLY good carrot cake cupcakes w homemade frosting too. it's just smth fr them to do together + like! it's celebrating! they've all been thru so much hell but they're still here! n that's rly th focus for the three of them. sometimes they have ppl over too - like Rigg, Gibson, Brit, Mallick, Lawrence, William (all of them best-case, obv); it's nice 2 have a lil party sometimes! after what they've endured they've kind of earned it I think!

thank u sm!!! this was so fun 2 think abt fjdkjsk

(lil random hc: when Daniel was little, Eric used 2 write letters to him frm Santa. eventually Daniel got "too old for that," but honestly? they cherish tht memory. I wanted 2 include it bc it makes me kjehfje!!!)

[currywaifu]

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: scouting dilemma 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: hyodo juza/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw 𝐰𝐜: 1.7k words

𝐚𝐧: guess who was inspired by the 2020 gem heist? wrote a dumb little thing dedicated to all my fallen comrades bc juza won’t come home to them after the reset- sorry to the requests I have yet to fulfill! year 2 ages btw~

This was the moment you’ve been waiting for. You managed to save up a massive amount of gems, waiting to be spent on a banner with your best boy in it. For months, your fingers itched to pull but you were loyal (with a few caving exceptions) to the character who got you into the game in the first place.

When the developers finally announced a banner with him in it, an SSR of best boy in a summer outfit no less, it was as if fate decided to tell you now was the moment to splurge strike.

9:58 pm.

Staring at your phone screen, you made sure everything was prepared before you could summon. You decided to do your first pull at 10 pm (his favourite number was 10), and surrounded your phone with a summon circle made entirely out of candies still in their wrappers.

9:59 pm.

You sent your prayers to the gacha gods, counting down the seconds until the clock struck-

10:00 pm.

With a shriek, you nearly ruined your summon circle formation of sweets as you scrambled to your phone, clicking the bright, shiny button that had tempted you endlessly.

“Yes, I’m sure I want to spend! Come home, come home, come home…” you chanted, unable to decide whether you should close your eyes until the final results or keep them wide open.

Choosing the latter, you gritted your teeth at the sequence of cards arriving.

R, Event R, R, R, Dupe SR, R, R, R, R, Event SR.

Suppressing the scream that wanted to escape your throat, you tried to laugh it off. At least you got two of the event cards…? Maybe it would have been better to wait until 10:10 pm?

An SNS notification popped up at the top of your screen, and from the little summary, you could tell you were gonna get upset at the contents. Checking the chat, your mutual quickly followed up her message with a screencap of your best boy. Coming home to her.

You quickly sent your response before promptly returning to the game, ‘asdfghjkl im happy for u but like also muting u rn :’< brb soon hopefully yeet need to retrieve my boi from the game’s clutches cya’

Despite your initial optimism, as the pulls kept going, the lower your gem count, the worse your mood became.

Should… should you stop right now? Banner really said no rights to best boy, huh? Sure you were able to fully merge a bunch of SRs and even the event R and SR cards, but not once did he come home? Even his sworn rival’s initial SSR came home if only to spite you or him or both.

Mentally exhausted, you decided to sleep. Maybe your luck would be better tomorrow?

When you walked into the room with a frown visible on your face, Juza immediately knew something was wrong.

From even before he got together with you, he was always sensitive to the different expressions you made, and by association your emotions— to the little smile on your face as you ate desserts together or the eyebrow furrow-pout combo you did when the professor said something you didn’t agree with. He’d never say how fun it was, seeing the different faces you’d make.

However, while those were cute, this just made him worry.

He’d really rather not fight anyone, but if he has to beat up someone…

Juza found himself distracted during class, unable to stop himself from constantly looking at you every few minutes. With a faint peach staining his cheeks, he slipped his hand underneath the desk to grasp your own.

“… you okay?” he said, voice low and quiet as to not catch anyone else’s attention. The look on your face turns a little softer, even throwing him a quick smile but he knows you well enough to spot the traces of sadness still present.

You don’t reply, squeezing his hand back as you finally tried to pay attention to the professor.

He sighed, slowly releasing your hand from beneath the table. He’ll find a way to make you feel better later, but for now, he had to take notes— for the both of you, it looked.

It’s not every day that Juza does most of the talking, but that just so happened to be the case today. He’s getting restless, stuck between actively wanting to help you out with whatever you needed or just sticking by you and letting you overcome whatever’s troubling you on your own.

You’ll talk when you want to, he knew that, but even still he wanted to be more useful to you. Do you want him to just keep talking to help you take your mind off things? Do you want to rant to him so he can listen? Do you want him to get you something? He’s not the best at giving advice, but if you needed it he’d do his best.

He doesn’t know what to do. You’re responding to him, but your mind is all the way elsewhere.

The next thing he knew, he’s getting a spoonful of his frozen dessert and pressing it against your lips.

You get startled from your thoughts when a sudden icy temperature meets your mouth. You opened your mouth, cringing slightly at the cool before finally enjoying the shaved ice dessert.

While it wasn’t uncommon for Juza to let you taste the food he ate and vice versa, he was usually more reserved, too shy to feed you in public.

‘He must have been worried,’ you thought to yourself if he had to do that just to catch your attention. You immediately shifted your thoughts from the game to Juza, already about to apologise for troubling him before he interrupted you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, and even though he had a scowl on his face, he looked at you with tight and worried eyes.

He knew you played games on your phone, but it was still a bit embarrassing to admit that you were upset for such a long duration because of your best boy not coming home. However, Juza deserved to know, so you pushed away your hesitance before explaining the whole fiasco to him.

Juza doesn’t get it entirely. He’s bordering between relief and confusion— on one hand, at least no one wanted to hurt you or fight you or anything; on the other hand, a 2D guy got you upset?

The concept isn’t completely foreign to him, what with Itaru-san and even Settsu constantly gaming, but usually it was his roommate being irritating and gloating while the salaryman got frustrated, eventually passing his phone to Sakuya.

He’s honestly shell-shocked that you’re upset, so even though he doesn’t understand why it’s such a big deal he’ll do what he can to make you feel better. He’s not the best at comforting people, he can never find the right words… but he’s good at listening.

He placed his hand on top of yours, grateful you don’t point it out verbally or he might actually combust. He can only hope the two of you are seated secluded enough that no one comes by.

Something’s starting to bother him though. The more he listens to you, the more he’s conflicted— if you’re dedicating that much of your… gems (?) to this guy he gets why you’re upset. Another part of him wonders what’s so great about this specific guy.

He’s not upset nor is he jealous, he’s just… figuring out what specific traits you like in this guy. For future reference. Who knew, maybe he’d get to play a role similar to the character you like so much?

“Why do you like him so much, anyway?” He asked, staring intently at you.

Your attitude quickly changed from being upset to being excited to talk about your favourite character.

“He’s just so kind and thoughtful! A total gap moe, you wouldn’t expect him to be so family-oriented because of his appearance but he totally is!” you began, barely catching a break to breathe before continuing on, “plus he didn’t start off as the strongest? But he’s constantly trying his best you just want to root for him and care for him?”

Unexpectedly, Juza finds himself a little flustered, though he’s unsure of why when you’re only describing a character. Perhaps it was the look on your face while you talked?

“Plus, he looks a lot like you! Obviously, I need him to come home, right?” you exclaimed, hitting him straight in the heart with your crinkled eyes and a beautiful smile.

The hand that was comforting you a while ago and gently rubbing patterns onto your skin stilled. You noticed right away, hoping you didn’t say anything too weird during your rant.

“Juza?”

He’s silent for a while, unsure of what to do and ultimately deciding to say the first thing that popped up in his head.

“… then why’d you need him to come home if I’m already-“

When he heard you squeal he stopped himself from continuing whatever he was going to say. Did you hear him? Dumb question, of course, you did!

You covered your face with your hands, unsuccessfully hiding the strawberry red colouring your face, and screamed internally. You can’t see how Juza is reacting but you just heard a bang on the table?

‘Juza? Who told you to- istg I’ll have you arrested for-‘

After a few moments, you’re the one who ultimately breaks the silence, knowing neither of you had enough will to point out the warm flecks that still remained on both of your faces.

“We should get going. Our class is all the way in another building,” you said, slowly standing up from your seat.

“… ‘kay.”

You’re not holding hands while walking, but if he noticed the frequency of your hand grazing his he doesn’t let you know.

Reaching the midpoint between your classroom and his, you turn to face him before splitting off in the hallway. You look to see if the coast was clear, and to Juza’s surprise, you enveloped him into a warm embrace, quick but heartfelt. Neither of you saw each other’s expressions, but Juza wondered if your heart raced just as fast as his did.

“Thank you for making me feel better… I love you,” you whisper the last part, before untangling yourself from him and speed walking away to your classroom. You miss the way Juza looks back at you, body frozen but face a mixture of shock and longing and love.

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[smalltragedy]

* brigette lundy-paine, nonbinary + they/them | you know kirby wormwood, right? they’re twenty five, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, two weeks? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to ring ring by mika like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole balancing acts at perilous heights destined to entertain, jack of all trades master of none, refusal to accept the mortal world as it is thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is december 1st, so they’re a sagittarius, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( james, 21, est, they/them )

hllo welcome 2 my third character i love them a lot theyre a. remake of an older oc of mine so this is fun <3 sdfhk anyways once again i am asking u. pleathe like if u wld like to plot.

ARSON TW

mini playlist.

wizard ;; lucas lex / ring ring ;; mika / crows ;; clues / sunrise sunset ;; bright eyes / la llorona ;; beirut / no children ;; the mountain goats / might be love ;; the pesky snakes / sax in the city ;; let’s eat grandma.

statistics.

full name: kirby wormwood (currently).

nickname(s): magpie.

birthday: december 1st, 1995.

zodiac: sagittarius sun, aries moon, libra ascending.

mbti & temperament: estp & improvisor / sanguine.

label: the hellion.

hometown: abilene, texas.

sexuality: bisexual.

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biography.

alright lets get right into it. kirby ws switched at birth. they cld’ve hd a very like. picket fence trampoline in the backyard. 4 columns cos its texas n it feels right. bt instead they were chosen <3 somewhat unintentionally <3 by dorothea n fawley wormwood, two traveling circus workers who emergency stopped in abilene.

n u know what. growing up in st. pierre’s traveling circus ws kinda fkn awesome? like ok. besides the fact tht they were homeschooled fr like evr n there were a sparing amt of children 2 socialize with? it ws p cool idk.

it ws kinda like everybody ws their parent n also not at all bc they were all very casual. bt they grew up learning hw 2 maintain the circus (n also like. normal school thingz bt i dnt think kirby hs ever cared abt school like ever) n whenever they hd a show kirby wld facepaint or handle tickets until they were old enough 2 start learning like. the Real fun things. 

fawley hd a lot of his own weird odd little like superstitions n beliefs n practically raised kirby on them like n they dnt rly <3 make a lot of sense. lots of made up philosophy. very much like. nothing defines u. u cn b anything or anyone. n kirby ws like ok cool. n then developed a god complex.

names didnt rly stick 2 kirby when they were a kid like. nothing satisfied them or felt worthy fr them or simply they just. got tired of a name. this isnt related 2 them being nonbinary BUT it did help ease some of the. pressure of exploring gender identity. theyve only hd one name tht stuck genuinely n tht ws magpie n. thts bc everybody hd their own bird name n it felt very. like community. like a role. usually the names they used during performances bt. anyways KFHDSGLKKHL

theyre Kirby bt answers 2 most. neutral nouns.

honestly. they were also a rascal as a youth. ws like. oh. i learned sleight of hand? cool. time 2 pick pockets. wld throw popcorn into the hair of other kids n b like. omggg what was that ... became a mime fr a year. it ws a rigorous training.

now a master of charades. bt anyways. they traveled pretty much weekly, maybe bimonthly n sometimes just pure monthly. there wsn’t an off season fr them, when the colder months came they’d travel south and when summer rolled in they’d go right back up again. it ws easy to switch personas almost daily n just. never reveal ur true self. totally not saying tht’s what kirby did bt thts what they did. it nvr made them lose sight of themselves it ws more like. acting. tricking ppl fr fun. 

anyways all good things come 2 an end and when kirby ws like. 18. they were like hey ur old enough that we cn trust u with fire. we think. n they started 2 learn fire-throwing n like. they were ok at it bt lessons were painfully slow n kirby ws like. i wld b so good at this if i cld do it all the time. n it ws like. hey kirby, chill. u already know a lot of things.

arson tw // u see where this is going. tents are kind of flammable. kirby ws unsupervised. bad decisions all around. circus is aflame. all the animals n all the circus workers got out fine bt like. st. pierre’s ws efficiently out of business. arson end of tw //

n kirby fkn booked it they just. ran. pure fear. nvr looked back which is like super traitorous of them 2 do bt. sometimes they meet up in secret like. sunglasses n all at a coffee shop. not all of them just like. fawley or someone else. theyre like. ur family u cld burn down a thousand circuses n we’d still love u. n kirby is like yeah i know bt i’ve rly committed to the bit now. n they dnt reunite.

anyways. since then kirby hs just been. a traveler. nvr rly staying anywhere fr super long n driving around in their shitty little van tht’d been used as housing back at st. pierre’s.

they’re in irving n theyve been there fr almost. suspiciously long. compared 2 their average stays. when asked abt what they do or why theyre there theyll just. give a vague answer or spin a long tale tht usually involves a burning circus.

theyre staying at uh. abernathy creek rn bc of course they r they fit in so naturally. welcomed with wide arms. might b soul searching rn might b on the hunt fr their birth parents might b just vibing ... whose to say ..

personality & facts.

has a Big personality tht attracts others fr better or fr worse. either super likeable or the most despicable person on the earth. no in betweens. n honestly tht is a talent in itself

has no off button is constantly. spinning tales or performing a dance or getting kicked out of bars fr whatever nonsense reason. 

honestly they prob think tht nothing bad cn ever happen to them even tho like. bad has literally happened 2 them before? love the optimism here. KLFGDLKFSDHGF

acts a bit like u’ve known them fr ur entire life they r oddly warm in tht way bt they themself r so distant tht its like. oh nice ok ...

both honest n yet dishonest like. yes they will hustle u out of ur money bt they will also tell u their opinion straight up. 

probably smart bt they r just like. prime thembo? flowy pirate shirts n cropped tshirts n pants tht r never tight. dresses like they do still work n live at a circus. 

likes 2 instigate things between others n then stand back n just watch it happen while taking like zero accountability. loves a good small town drama. avid milf hunter.

does not hv any faith in the american healthcare system at all n will straight up refuse 2 go 2 a hospital if they get hurt theyre like. i cn do it myself im like practically a professional. they r not a professional. 

bt does hv like. a thing abt apples. fkn loves them. 

uuuhhh cn play instruments bt all very badly. only knows one (1) song tht isnt made up n its wonderwall by oasis. they play it at parties. they expect fr tomatoes to b thrown at them at any given time.

very nimble. agile. granted its frm. learning circus tricks frm a baby age bt they hv impeccable balance n cn sneak up behind anyone without a single noise. uses this 2 their advantage in order 2 scare ppl. chaotic neutral.

loves having the attention on them i wont fk around here. will go to drastic measures to accomplish receiving it. my other muses r capable of taking things srsly bt kirby just. is not. they do not take a single thing srsly they barely even took. st. pierre’s destruction srsly n they caused it. maybe.

likes being able to just. be unknown so the amt tht ppl know abt them is actually very. little. i dnt think they even tell others their last name. sometimes not even their first. just hs so many aliases n nicknames. i know i didnt list any bt thts simply bc Any cld.

probably acts out to compensate fr the. underlying guilt they hv bt thts okay. i mean it isnt bt.

will probably show up if u call them fr help bt they lose interest in people p quickly n r always moving onto the next shiniest person. bt when they do they give them like. all their attention. if u wrong them in this period they will just. ignore it. bt when theyre bored then its like. u werent even friends at all? very odd.

perhaps it is commitment issues bt <3 ya. thts them. they do not claim favorite colors or movies or. most interests. probably bc theyre very very disconnected frm pop culture i think they learn everything thru twitter n google.

i wld not call them a good person bt i also dnt think theyre like evil horrible nasty awful they just. think abt themself a lot more than they think abt others n also refuses to face consequences ever and also .. anyways.

wanted plots.

part of the bird’s nest ;; honorary bird honorary circus member. u hv to be very well regarded by kirby to earn a bird name bt i feel like tht doesnt feel like a lot considering theyve only been here fr like. two weeks KDGDSHKGK. the catch is tht u cn only refer 2 them as magpie frm then forward. 

hand in unlovable hand ;; theres comfort in being terrible ppl together n it may not last bt it doesnt hv to anyways. its just them n the like. vibes. n knowing tht its smth thts nvr gna b long term. cld b anything ur character just hs to be also a little evil. KHDSGFDS

one jester ... wht abt ... TWO jesters .. ;; hoo boy. ooh man. unstoppable force and immovable object combine forces n just become. the worst of the worst. ultimate jokesters. epic pranksters. absolute clowns. chaotic energy unmatched. always nonsense. 

n also ;; ppl they’ve stolen frm, ppl who hv caught them in that act, ppl who’ve maybe seen them in the circus a very long time ago, Found Family Trope, real family shenanigans, kirby just asking everybody if theyre their dad., mortal enemies if they see each other its an instant duel 2 the death, etc.

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WKW Flashback: Little Bird (Part Two)

Previous:  Teaser 1 / Teaser 2 / Presentable / The Lion’s Mane  / To Bid You All Welcome: Part One / Part 2 / Part 3 / A Single Bed, A Door With No Lock / Sword Of My Fathers / Little Bird Part One

TW for: knifeplay, torture, violence against a minor, drugging/poisoning, carved marks, target practice, gaslighting, dehumanizing language.

@faewhump @procrastinatingsab (sorry I forgot to tag you last time by the way!! I have an irredeemably bad memory. read part one first!)

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Thorne, as far as Raven is concerned, has exactly two redeeming qualities: he is funny, and he is easy to find.

The sound of crashing equipment in the training room can only be the sound of an untrained dog; if any of the Falconers trained as loudly or clumsily as that, the others would fall upon them and eat them alive.

Raven gives herself five minutes before the fun starts to watch Thorne practicing his footwork, swearing at himself in a whisper every time the tip of his practice foil wavers, before she lets out any of the giggles building in her throat.

“I could fit a herd of ponies through the gaps in your stance, little wolf,” she says, when he’s spun wildly to face her laughter, dropping the foil with a clang. “Perhaps you should stick to making sparks in your fingers, or whatever else it is you do all day.”

Thorne flushes— again— and snaps to a clumsy attention. “R-Raven! I— that is— did you need the training room?”

“Don’t get your hopes up, Wolfie,” Raven says, sighing dramatically as she picks her way over to the equipment cupboard. “I’ve been forbidden to teach you anything.” She looks at him out of the corner of your eyes. “He says I play too rough.” The cupboard is beside a waist-high shelf, and she hops up to sit on it, resting her chin on her hand and her hand on her knee. “He doesn’t think you’re strong enough.”

Thorne absorbs those words like a blow, hunching in on himself, and Raven can actually see his little fangs sink into his bottom lip. Then he takes in a deep breath like he needs to reinflate himself. “I am,” he says, trying for defiant and coming out desperate. “I— I am strong enough.” He balls up his hands into fists at the ends of his too-long arms, glaring down at the ground. “I know I can’t— I can’t lift heavy weapons and my footwork isn’t fast enough and I’m not picking up magic like Master thought I would, but— but I know I can do this if you teach me.” At the end there he looks up at her, gold eyes wide. 

Raven laughs once. “My knives are you last resort, eh? Here I was about to be flattered to be asked, but this just the last trick you haven’t tried, isn’t it?”

Thorne flushes and shakes his head quickly. “No, I— No! I actually really...” He looks away, red-faced. “I really... admire it,” he says, with quiet embarrassed sincerity. “I’d be really honored if you would teach me, L— Lady Raven.”

Raven watches him, holding back her smile, as he bows his head and waits for her answer. 

Perhaps the little wolf won’t be so bad to have around, after all.

“Oh, alright,” she says, hopping down from the shelf and pulling the equipment cupboard open. “Since you’ve begged so prettily.”

Thorne’s head darts up, his mouth open and his little fangs visible. “Really? You’ll teach me?”

“Spit spot, Wolfie, don’t make me change my mind,” she says, and he jumps to attention, like she knew he would. “Stand over there, won’t you,” she says, nodding to the far wall, “so we’ll know how far we are apart.”

Thorne scrambles to obey. Raven smiles broadly, rolling open the satin bag where she keeps her array of blades, from small and wicked to large and serrated. Raven hasn’t needed to train in years. Needless to say, she does not carry blunted blades.

“Now, little Wolf,” she says, flicking the tip of a blade unnecessarily with her finger, so he will know how sharp it is. “Watch my stance, won’t you?”

“Wh-what?” Thorne says; she gives him enough time for his yellow eyes to go very round. “W-wait. Wait, I—”

The knife buries itself in the knife beside Thorne’s head. There is an even three inches between Thorne’s cheek and where the handle juts from the wall, quivering.

Thorne turns his head to stare at it, wide-eyed. “R— Raven,” he says. “I— I don’t want—”

“Wolfie,” Raven says, and a second knife thunks into the softwood next to his moving arm. Then she relaxes out of her throwing posture and softens her voice, smiling at him. “Do you really think Morden would have me in his club if didn’t hit what I was aiming at?” He still looks poised to run, so she adds a sweet-voiced, “I won’t hurt you, little Wolf.”

Thorne looks at her with wide, guileless golden eyes, and stays where he is.

“Very good,” Raven says warmly. “This is your first lesson: choosing your materials.” She bends to pick up three small curved blades, shaped to sit comfortably between her fingers. “It depends on your mood, you see,” she says mildly, giving the tips each a little flick with her opposite finger. “Do I want time to play?” She flicks her wrist, and the blades thunk into a line directly above Thorne’s head, showering him in sawdust. “Or am I in a hurry?” The sixth blade is one of the large ones, like a miniature harpoon, and when Thorne sees it coming he makes a trapped-animal noise and drops to shield his face with his arms; the knife hits where the tip of his left pointed ear should have been, and Raven huffs.

“Honestly,” she says impatiently. “Jerk around like that and I really will hit you, Wolfie.”

Thorne straightens quickly, breathing hard but still embarrassed to have been caught flinching, and he still doesn’t run from her. Raven’s smile widens.

“Then, of course,” she says, her voice still light and casual, “there are blades for special occasions.”

Raven throws the seventh blade exactly like the sixth, straight-armed, shooting from the shoulder, and this time Thorne doesn’t move.

His scream when it sinks into his shoulder is fuller than she expects, not a tinny child-scream, and she immediately knows she needs to hear another.

“Like that one,” she says, watching Thorne fall to his knees, clutching his shoulder, his mouth open, not in anger but in surprised offended hurt.

“You— you hit me!” he says, clutching at the blade but making no attempt to pull it out. “You said— you said you wouldn’t—”

“Yes, Wolfie, sometimes grown-ups lie,” she says on her way over to him. “Let’s call that your real first lesson.”

It’s really in there quite deep. She plants her foot on his collarbone for enough leverage to pull it out, and he screams again, just like she hoped he would.

“If you were hoping for a bonding experience, it’s really going better than I thought it would, Wolfie,” she says, holding the blade up so the blood catches the torchlight. She’d been hoping it would be some funny color, since he isn’t human, but it’s only normal red. Now that she’s actually having fun, her voice grows warm for real. “You really scream very prettily.”

Thorne gasps, clutching at his shoulder, and scrambles to his feet; he stumbles into her to push her away and she lets him, surprised.

“You— you meant to do that,” he says, apparently realizing it in real time; Raven can’t help shaking her head and smiling at him. “I’m—” He backs toward the door. “I’ll— tell my master—”

When he turns away, she says, “I thought you said you were strong, little wolf,” and he grinds to a stop, staggering—and then he crumples to the floor with a surprised gasp.

“There it is,” Raven says. “Your faery blood must be good for something; I’ve never seen it take so long.”

“I’m,” she hears him say, his voice rising in panic, “I can’t— why can’t I—” She ignores him for long enough to pull each of her throwing knives out of the wall before she saunters over. He’s lying in an unnatural position, half on his side and half on his belly, like a doll dropped by a careless child. Raven nudges him in the side with the toe of her shoe. “You— what did you—”

“Well obviously I’ve given you poison,” she says impatiently. “Gods you’re stupid. It’s fucking exhausting.” Raven squats next to Thorne, balancing carefully on her heels, and turns his face toward her a bit, squeezing his pointed chin between her thumb and forefinger. “I hope Morden gets tired of you soon. I’m tired of having a wolf in our nest.”

To Raven’s genuine surprise, Thorne has exactly the strength left to dart his chin down and sink his sharpened teeth into her hand.

“Fuck!” She draws back. “Fucking horrible little beast—”

“Don’t call me that!” Thorne cries, tearfully, and Raven stops the hand she had been raising to strike him with.

“That’s right,” she said slowly, tipping her head to look with curiosity at his wet eyes and shame-reddened cheeks. “You don’t like that, do you?” she says thoughtfully. “You don’t want to be a wolf.” Then she laughs, delighted; it’s a brilliant little joke. “God, you wish he’d given you a bird name, don’t you? You want to be part of the team! You want to be a Falconer!” Raven leans down, resting her chin on her fist and meeting Thorne’s furious yellow eyes. “Well, you’re not a bird, are you, poor little thing? And you’re not a wolf, either. You’re not even a dog. You’re just a scared little boy with nowhere to go, and no one who misses him.” She shakes her head, though she can’t quite keep a straight face. “It’s very sad, really.” Then she sits up, excited. “Perhaps I should help you!” she says, and she grabs a fistful of Thorne’s silver hair to drop him more fully onto his stomach. “If you want so badly to be a bird, you need a set of wings!”

Thorne flails slightly— it’s more than he should be able to, but not nearly enough to worry about; Raven swings a leg over him and sits on his knees.

“No,” Thorne whispers, his voice muffled by the dirt floor of the training room. “N-n-n— you, you can’t—”

Raven taps the hilt of her knife thoughtfully against her chin. “Now, I should think. What haven’t we used? They all have different kinds of wings, you know.” Before she decides, Raven picks a different, larger blade, and splits the back seam of Thorne’s shirt easily down to the waist, pulling it open to expose his shoulder blades. She wouldn’t mind leaving it, but Morden really will be angry if she lets him get an infection from cloth in a wound, probably. Thorne makes a very satisfying sound in his throat when she pulls the fabric open, a high petrified whine in the back of his throat. “I know,” she says with immense satisfaction. “You’re a swallow, aren’t you? Let’s see.” She braces one hand against the back of his head, pressing the side of his face into the dust. “Here’s one wing—” She sinks just the tip of the tiny blade into the skin between his shoulder blades, and draws a great swooping curve over and down toward his waist. Thorne’s whine rises into a high keening cry and Raven feels a swell of genuine affection for him. “And here’s the other w—”

“RAVEN.”

The tip of Raven’s blade is halfway down Thorne’s shoulder blade when the wall of magic sends her flying sideways into the wall, and it tears a line out to his arm before it clatters to the floor.

Morden enters the room with wings of his own, hovering huge over his shoulders as twin clouds of foggy mist shot through with sparks. He drops immediately to his knees beside Thorne, gathering the boy’s limp body into his arms, taking care to avoid his bloody back and making soft soothing noises. When he’s gathered the boy carefully in, Thorne’s face hidden against his chest, he looks over at Raven over the top of Thorne’s head and gives her an annoyed pout. 

Raven is struggling back up to her feet against the wall, still; Morden’s magic really knocked the wind out of her, but she raises her head enough to drop him an exaggerated wink.

——

The crackle of magic at his back, searing against the cuts, then bandages. Grimly, “It will scar. Perhaps next time you will remember—”

“You really must—”

“—is very dangerous. Promise me you won’t antagonize—”

“—exactly did you expect? My Falconers are not a—”

Softening. A cold hand cupping his cheek.

“No, darling, of course I could never get tired of you.”

——

Raven is on stroke eighty-seven when she sees Morden appear over her reflection’s shoulder, her hair shining, and she doesn’t pause, smiling at herself in the mirror.

“And?” she says, a touch smug.

Morden narrows his eyes at her, then rolls his eyes and gestures dismissively with a gloved hand. “All right, all right,” he says. “It was a good idea.”

“Happy to be of service, boss,” Raven says, running the brush through her hair. Ninety-three, now. Almost done.

“Yes, yes, don’t be so insufferable,” Morden says ruefully, shaking his head. “And Raven?”

Raven sets the brush down, turns to look at him, meeting his black eyes.

“Next time, ask first,” Morden says.