#but if you really want to go in blind I guess

[y3sterdaysproblem]

they said speak now - m.s.

summary: you and matt had been best friends since the moment you were born, rarely doing anything without him by your side. your families have always expected the two of you to end up together, but when matt gets a girlfriend that hates you and desperately attempts to destroy your relationship, you’re forced to confront the truth about your feelings for him. will your bond survive the test, or will the pressure of love, jealousy, and change push you apart?

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Part six

Everything felt normal for once. No girlfriend, no distractions, not even any brothers around, just you and Matt spending the day together like you used to. It felt good.

“Okay, maybe I was a little too aggressive on that kid, but he called Chris a bitch and that was fucked up! We were kids!” Matt laughs loudly from across the table, sending you into another fit of giggles. You both were at the new cafe in the city you asked to go to, sitting outside in the breezy summer air, each eating a little pastry as you sipped on your drinks.

“I call Chris a bitch all the time,” you remind him, raising your eyebrows slightly as you peer over your sunglasses at him. Matt rolls his own eyes, a sassy expression he’s mastered over the years. “Yeah, but that doesn’t matter. You’re like our sister, you could call us anything.” He tells you, grabbing his drink and taking a long sip of it.

Sister? Maybe to Nick and Chris but for Matt it felt different than a sister. You try to hide the way you want to grimace at his words, not only due to it hurting your feelings but also just the fact that the thought of him thinking of you as a sister felt a little gross when that’s definitely not what you were thinking when you were around him.

“I’m practically just an extension of all of you,” you joke, trying to stay on whatever weird path Matt was on. You both finish up with your pastries and decide to walk around for a little bit with your drinks, popping into a shop here and there, before deciding to plant yourself on a bench on a pier, legs swinging as you look out onto the water.

“So,” you start slowly, turning your head to look at Matt. He looks at you as well, nose scrunched up slightly as he squints to avoid too much sun in his eyes. “You really like Amber, huh?” Matt licks his lips, not fully expecting you to ask that but not completely caught off guard either.

“I do,” he nods, smiling slightly. “She’s really nice, she’s a good listener and likes talking to me, too, she remembers weird little things I tell her about myself or my family…” he rambles for a few more moments before sucking in a deep breath to stop himself. “I really wish you guys could see eye to eye. Every interaction you two have had has been negative and I’m not saying you have to be her best friend but I really do want her around and I just… I guess I’m just asking you to try.”

The way he’s speaking you can tell he’s being genuine. He has no idea you’re painfully in love with him, has no idea that it’s obvious to everybody except for him, including Amber. She could read you like a fucking book, see the way you look at Matt and know all of your secrets. You sigh and shift your whole body on the bench to face him, staring at his scrunched up expression.

“I’ll try,” you tell him, shooting him a tight lipped smile. “I’ll ask her if we can start over, take her out to coffee and we can try to have some sort of relationship. I’ll tell her that we’re nothing but friends and that you don’t have feelings for me.” Matt’s expression lights up at this, eyes wide despite the sun glaring in them. “Really?” He asks excitedly. You nod, reaching for your phone in your pocket. You unlock it and open your camera, holding it in front of Matt’s face and snapping a photo, laughing softly.

“Sun in your eyes,” you tell him goofily, showing him the picture. He laughs, too before bringing his hand up to his face, casting a shadow over his eyes. “I’m gonna go blind from forgetting sunglasses,” he jokes, but you laugh and nod along because that reality didn’t seem so far fetched.

The rest of the day goes by the same way, quality time spent with your best friend completely interrupted due to his girlfriend being preoccupied with her family. You wished it could be like this forever, even if you couldn’t call him yours, you just missed him always having time for you like he used to.

Later in the day, right before the sun was about to start setting, you guys found yourselves at the beach, laid out side by side with your arms folded underneath your head, eyes up towards the sky. “Do you remember your first crush?” You ask Matt suddenly, head turning to face him as he answers your question.

“Like, a real crush or a celebrity crush?” Matt inquires, turning his head to meet your eyes. You shrug as best as you can in this position. “Either. Both, if you want,” you answer him.

He hums, eyes darting around as he thinks. “Well my first celebrity crush was probably Megan Fox. Can’t go wrong with her, she’s been beautiful forever,” he starts, a goofy grin on his face. “And my first real crush was probably… well… you.”

Your eyes widen at his words, not expecting that to be his answer. “Me?” You ask in shock, your expression making him laugh as he nods his head. “I mean, yeah. We were together every waking moment of every day, of course I was going to develop a crush on you. Don’t worry, it went away a few years ago so you don’t have to worry about me secretly being in love with you.”

You laugh like you know you’re supposed to, genuinely finding it funny aside from the part where you wished he still felt the same, still wanted you the way you wanted him, but even if he did have a crush on you, who’s to say if it was even the same as you felt? Your feelings were all consuming, a sickening desire for the boy laid out next to you trapping your every thought, feeling incomplete without him there to be your missing piece. It wasn’t a crush, it was full blown love.

“What about you?” Matt asks, tearing you from your thoughts. “Hm?” You question, momentarily forgetting what you were talking about. “Your first crushes, who were they?” He reminds you.

“Oh, right,” you nod, pondering for a moment. “My first celebrity crush was probably… Logan Lerman in Percy Jackson,” you laugh at the admission, finding Matt’s nod of understanding slightly funny. “And my first real crush was… Chris.”

Matt gasps and his face contorts into disgust, a loud ‘yuck!’ leaving his lips. “Chris?! Not me?!” He squeals, rolling onto his side to face you as you giggled loudly. “He’s funny! He makes me laugh and he’s always been cute!” You defend through your laughter, not fully lying. Chris definitely was cute, but that’s all you thought when it came to attraction.

“But he’s so.. gross!” Matt groans, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe I admitted to having a crush on you and you turn around and say you liked Chris. I’m actually disgusted and maybe even a little heartbroken.”

“Do you want me to have a crush on you?” You ask suddenly, secretly hoping he’d say yes, that his feelings never went away and he was just using Amber to try and forget about you. His eyes widen and he shakes his head, cheeks dusting pink cutely. “No,” he says shyly, lips curling into a small smile. “Not now, at least. Maybe a couple years ago but you were too busy thinking Chris was cute.”

You scoff, throwing an arm over your eyes to ignore Matt to the best of your abilities, knowing you’d never live down the admission of your Chris crush, but the reality of living with that versus telling Matt the truth seemed infinitely easier.

Ignoring him didn’t last long when he decided to grab a handful of sand and sprinkle it over your face, causing you to rip your arm from your eyes and smack his hand away as you sputtered and coughed, spitting sand from your mouth. “Ew!” You yell, grabbing your own handful to throw at his face, making him let out a mixture between a laugh and a cough, his eyes clenched shut from the impact.

You continued to play fight in the sand as the sun began to set behind you, the sounds of the crashing waves creating the perfect background music to the happy giggles that squealed from your lips, and you couldn’t help but wish it could always be like this.

But it couldn’t, and your life would never be the same as it was.

[hansolen]

thank you so much for the tag kazuu ( ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ) ᘒ this was so fun to do !! 🫶

oh my this is blind alright 😭 jade popping up is to be expected i guess since my whole pinterest is just him and his fanart 😔 THE BEACH DATE MADE ME GO AHCOWHF also cookies being a recurring theme? woahh !! id love to eat them as long as . he didn’t make them 🙏 also the quote made me go eufkwjfowc because i really love his smile so true so real pinterest you didn’t fail me for once

no pressure tags : @pompompurin1028 @kurogira & anyone else who wants to !!

you are going on a blind date that pinterest set up for you, find out who will be the lucky one and how the evening will end 💌

on pinterest search the following topics and post the first pin that will show up in each category

fictional character

date / night date

gift

outfit

dessert

love quote

tags: @catchmeonyourceiling @lovethornes @daystarpoet @beaucereza @chxrrybxmbi @dolcecuore @sororygilmore @auntiejohn @binibby @bvrnesher @ihatethecrowdsyouknowthat @certaimromance @effortlesslysweet @aezuria @mothswan @lydiasfalling @amrplastique @peanutalergy @xoxorory @xoxoivy13 @laufeysvalentine @minorlyatfault @jjsblueberry and whoever wants to join <3

[askoverkill]

I guess you better tell the rest of your party about your plans, maybe wish the other you good luck since you're here.

transcript below:

Hey, other me, I'm worried about Loop. Is it really right to leave them?

Sometimes people want to be alone. They know what's best for them.

...I guess.

...

Oh blind it, where'd Lupus go?

(Ah, You hadn't been paying attention either.)

Maybe I've been too mean and they ran off. I better go find them before anything happens.

...Good luck tomorrow, Siffrin.

...It's weird for you to call me that.

(They then leave, without waving goodbye.)

(That's understandable, they're worried about Lupus.) (You hope they hadn't heard anything from that conversation.) (Loop had been loud...)

(Oh well. You best tell the others about the party.) (Not that you're really feeling up for one.)

[stewpidcheescatarinabluu]

Midnight Romance

Synopsis: you and karina experienced a very unfortunate event, but fate brought you two together at a midnight station.

Karina x Male Reader !!

Word count: 1550

It was supposed to be a good evening. You had everything planned perfectly—fresh clothes picked out just for this moment, a thoughtful bouquet of flowers resting beside the menu, and a spritz of your expensive perfume that you knew would make you feel confident. You had even sent a text earlier, brimming with excitement: “I’m here! Can’t wait to see you.” You checked your phone more times than you cared to admit, waiting for a reply. But the hours passed, and still, no response. The waiter came and went, your drink slowly losing its chill, and the anticipation you once felt began to fade into disappointment.

You were stood up again.

You couldn’t help but wonder what went wrong. Was it really that hard for someone to love you? Was there something inherently flawed about you that made people walk away? The questions lingered in your mind as you silently left the restaurant, the bouquet still in hand, a symbol of hope that had already faded. You headed for the station, the weight of it all slowly sinking in as you walked the empty streets.

Not far from where you were, at another restaurant on the same street, Karina was facing her own heartbreak. She had entered that night expecting a different outcome—a conversation, maybe even a future. But as the words were thrown at her by the man she thought she loved, everything came crashing down. His excuses were endless, but they didn’t change the truth. He had lied to her. He had cheated on her, over and over again. And Karina had stayed blind to it, until now.

Tears blurred her vision, but she wiped them away as she walked out of the restaurant. Behind her, the man was still yelling, “You misunderstood things! Let’s talk this out, Karina!” Karina didn’t need to hear it. She didn’t need to look back. The realization hit her all at once—this wasn’t love. It was betrayal. And with a heavy heart, she turned away from it all, walking in the same direction you were, toward the station, toward the silence of the night.

As you walked down the street toward the station, the cold air biting at your skin, you spotted Karina sitting on the bench, her striped off-shoulder shirt soaked from a few stray tears. She wiped her eyes quickly, but it was clear she wasn’t having the best night either. You couldn’t help but think to yourself, I guess some people still have worse days.

You took a seat a couple of spaces away from her, not wanting to intrude, but the silence between the two of you felt heavy, almost too heavy. The bus was taking forever, as if the universe was dragging its feet just to remind both of you that life can suck in unison. The ticking seconds only made it worse.

Karina sniffled, trying to keep her composure, but the sound of her attempt at holding it together made your chest ache a little. You couldn’t just sit there and ignore it.

“Hey,” you said quietly, glancing at her. “You okay?”

She looked up, startled, and then quickly wiped her cheeks again, but it didn’t really help the redness in her eyes.

“Oh… it’s nothing, really.”

“You sure about that?” You raised an eyebrow, leaning back on the bench, your voice softer now. “You’re really trying hard not to cry, but you’re not fooling anyone.”

Karina laughed, a little bitterly. “I guess not. But… yeah, I’m not okay.”

She turned toward you, her shoulders sinking in defeat. “I just… I found out he’s been cheating on me for months. And I’m just—I’m so stupid for not seeing it. We had this perfect night planned, and it turned into a disaster when he finally admitted everything. I just… don’t know what to do anymore.”

Your heart softened. You couldn’t imagine what she must’ve been going through. It felt too familiar, in a way.

“You’re not stupid,” you said gently. “It’s easy to miss things when you’re wrapped up in the good parts. People lie. It’s their thing, not yours.”

Karina nodded, her eyes filling with more tears. “I just don’t get it. I thought we were different. I thought he loved me.”

“I get it,” you said, swallowing a lump in your own throat. “I had a date tonight. The kind of date I planned for, you know? I got all dressed up, sprayed my best perfume, and waited for hours… but they never showed. The message was there, sure, but I got stood up. Again.”

You both sat in the quiet for a few moments. It wasn’t awkward anymore. It was just two people in the same kind of pain.

Karina wiped her eyes again but this time with a softer smile. “I guess we both got let down, huh?”

“Yeah,” you said with a small chuckle. “But I’m not really surprised. I’ve kind of gotten used to it.”

“I used to think I’d never let someone do this to me. But here I am.” She let out a deep sigh. “I guess we’re both just looking for something that doesn’t leave us hanging, right?”

“Exactly,” you replied. “We’re not asking for the world. Just someone who shows up when they say they will.”

Another beat of silence passed, but it wasn’t heavy this time. It was just… comfortable. Like you both knew you weren’t the only ones with problems.

The sound of the bus screeching its brakes in the distance made you both turn your heads.

“About time,” Karina muttered, her lips curling into a smile.

You smiled back, a little more relaxed now. “Yeah. Guess the universe finally decided to stop messing with us.”

The bus arrived, and as you both stood up, Karina looked at you again, her expression softer. “Hey, thanks for talking. I didn’t think I could tell anyone what happened tonight.”

“Anytime,” you said, shrugging. “We all need someone who gets it.”

As the bus doors slid open, you both climbed aboard, sitting beside each other with nothing but a shared understanding between you. The night still had its weight, but somehow, it didn’t feel as heavy anymore. The tension faded into something lighter. Maybe not better, but not as bad as before.

For the next 30 minutes, you two kept talking—about everything and nothing—discussing dreams, failures, and the occasional joke that had you both laughing in spite of it all. By the time the bus came to a stop, the night didn’t feel like a total loss anymore.

“You know,” Karina said as you both got up to leave, “I think this might have been the best part of my night.”

You grinned, a little more hopeful than before. “Yeah, same here.”

Karina chuckled softly, then hesitated for a second. “Hey, would you mind if we kept in touch? I know we’re strangers, but… it’s nice talking to someone who understands.”

You raised an eyebrow, a little surprised. “Yeah, I don’t mind. I get it.”

Karina pulled out her phone, unlocking it and offering it to you. “Here, let me just text you.”

You quickly added your contact info, then handed it back to her. She typed in her number and sent you a message.

“There we go,” she said, looking up at you. “Now you have my number. Hopefully, next time we talk, it’s under better circumstances.”

You smiled. “For sure. It was nice talking to you, really.”

Karina nodded, her expression more relaxed than before. “Yeah, same here. Take care.”

With that, you both left the bus together, but in opposite directions. You didn’t know what would come of it, but at least you both had someone to talk to when the world felt a little too heavy

[overthinkingfeathers]

In Dock Town, there's a place with a conspiracy board, complete with strung up ropes, and a bunch of written texts everywhere.

There is also this book. I haven't seen it anywhere else in the game, though I haven't looked extensively and thus can't say for sure. I just wanted everyone to see it.

[please-read-the-manga]

Hm... the idea of the ghosts of Uchiha continuing to endure beside the mourner who grieves them, even beyond death... Idk, it compels me.

[artuurle]

So what happened to Gru's eye anyways?

This will be very very tied into my personal headcanons about both Grujaja and a little about the drain so be warned:

info under the readmore for sanity reasons hope u understand<3

My interpretation of the drain is a very bad place to raise someone. The whole place is essentially the slums of a city- though the most dangerous part of the place isn't because of anything living, but because the place is actually crumbling from poor infrastructure. Gruja was from a very low income family that lived in that area; just trying to live like anyone else.

The infrastructure expectedly ended up failing and in the collapse he got cut really badly by some of the resulting shrapnel across his face and left arm. He was one of the "lucky" ones. If you could even call it that.

He sure didn't.

[figureitoutinthemorning]

I would eat this up so hard

WAIT I DIDN’T SEE THIS ASK BEFORE, TUMBLR HID IT FROM ME!!!

But yeah. At some point I will write it!! I have a bunch of little scenes in my head like that.

[doodlingwren]

☝🤓 What if 🤨🤔! I was back 😨🤯 after some months 😞😤😲... ahahah jokes 🧐🤣😂... unless 😳👉👈

[golvio]

I’m a little obsessed with this one particular shot from the new trailer.

To me, this vague lump of…something is shaped like the hill where The Cabin is located, with the two pine trees framing it.

However, in the trailer shot, there is no cabin.

That’s a big deal, because there’s always a cabin.

In every route, there are constants that don’t change no matter what choices you make. There’s always a cabin at the top of a hill in the woods. There’s always a knife placed on the table near the door to the basement. There’s always a shackle on the Princess’ left hand. There’s always the Princess, the Narrator, and You.

And there is always a cabin. In the Stranger route, every single parallel universe the Narrator could possibly create has the exact same cabin on top of that exact same hill. There’s never not a cabin on top of that hill.

So, is this the point in time where the Princess says, “Days mean nothing in the maw of forever?” By that, does she mean it’s been so long and so many loops have passed that even the Narrator is no longer tracking the finer details, and the cabin along with the landscape eventually unravels and falls away?

Is this a point in time before there was ever a cabin, much less a path or any woods? A point where the Narrator was still in the process of creating this closed, isolated little narrative to safely contain the Princess (and, by extension, You) inside?

Or could it be that the cabin is there, just in a place or state that we can no longer see it? Is the trailer shot representing a version of the world that’s faded into an Impressionistic outline of what it was intended to be? Or are those brush strokes and textures actually…hair…?

Is the Princess the landscape? Is that what she meant by “I never left your side?” Is this what “ending the world” looks like?

I mean, one of the constants the Narrator has imposed upon this world is that the Princess is always in the cabin. However, we haven’t seen all possible permutations of “in the cabin” that follow that rule. The Princess can still technically be in the cabin even if a vast majority of her is spilling outside of it, burying it beneath a mound of hair and flesh in a way that makes its interior, the knife, and her vulnerable heart inaccessible to us. After enough loops, it wouldn’t be surprising if the Princess eventually came to represent so many different concepts in our mind that she’d eventually grow to encompass the whole world, no longer resembling a “Princess.”

However, there’s also the question of whether this is the Princess taking over the world that the Narrator created, or whether this is the landscape reverting to its original form as the Narrator’s grip on the story begins to loosen when it becomes too complex and unpredictable for him to control. If “I never left your side” applies to every loop, even the very first one, then that means that the Princess doesn’t become the landscape so much as she always was the landscape. It’s just that the Narrator put a veneer of separation from the Princess onto the world to make the entity that it is small, limited, and easy to subdue.

What, then, does that mean for You? Are you another invader, whether a real person from outside or a literary construct the Narrator pulled from thin air? Or are You, too, a part of the Princess, ripped away from her body and deluded into believing you were a separate entity?

Is that the purpose of the mirror? Is the Princess merely a reflection of You, a funhouse mirror image mimicking your desires and actions because she is doomed to be eternally defined by your perceptions and can’t take physical shape without You observing or even thinking about her? Or is it that You are her reflection, her distorted mirror image, who she must bring back into herself in order to become truly whole again and escape?

[arttsuka]

would you recommend ace attorney

Yes, definitely, absolutely

Some out of context screenshots from the original trilogy

[trainingdummyrabbit]

ah. has difficulty sleeping then dreams of apocalypse i guess.

[mayadoesfandomstuff]

I was just thinking of this, but I'm not really too upset that some Persona characters ended up as cops given that it makes sense for their story and they probably still have a positive view of the police force and any negativity is focused on individual bad actors and any bad group of cops is treated like an anomaly or just based on pure ignorance. Like okay, sure it makes sense for Tatsuya because he wants to be like his brother who's a good detective and it makes sense for Akihiko because the cop he had interacted with were somewhat positive in his life, and for Chie, the bad cop she's met is somewhat relegated as an anomaly in the system and even then was willing to just admit fault even without genuine remorse.

I don't have to agree with it personally to see why it makes sense for their character to head down that path (although I could headcanon they could leave the force after a while or something). I don't have to be happy with it because of my personal politics to understand why it would make sense.

I do, however, still think that how they handled Makoto wanting to be a cop was really really bad.

Compared to other characters, Makoto's motivation with being a cop seems to be with the reverse context of other characters wherein there are individual good cops and small good groups in a rotten system that is difficult to reform. Time and time again, this is proven within Persona 5 and its spin-offs. Her friends are constantly threatened by the government and by extension the police force with only one good cop that actually helps them and even then, Zenkichi, specifically tells her that she should reconsider joining the force because it's such a rotten system.

She knows what they're capable of, she knows how badly her friend was tortured by them, and she knows that so many of them are kiss asses who had constantly blamed minors for crimes they didn't commit because it's convenient for them and politicians and corporations told them to do so.

Her shrugging off these concerns is what makes it so uncomfortable. Her friends constantly say they don't trust the police, one of her friends had been beaten up by them, and she still touts about that she's not changing her mind about being a cop. I know everyone says that it's because her dad is a good cop and she wants to be like him but she only says this maybe in her social link and tangentially brings this up in a conversation with Zenkichi where she doesn't even imply that she understands the the police force is corrupt and just focuses on the specific good cop that she had in her life which is her father.

I'm not even saying that it's impossible to write Makoto as someone who wants to be a cop because her father was a good cop and there are still good cops within the force. Just simply make it that every time that she's asked about this and why she would do this, she tells them that she wants to be the one to "change the system" or "reform the police force" and her insistence in being a police officer wouldn't come off as off-putting as it is in the series. Like genuinely, her just stating it plainly is enough for me to think "Okay, I don't think she could do it and I don't really think this is something I'm happy with but I understand why the character would go that direction."

Instead, it's all possible inference and you really have to extrapolate to get to that conclusion because she never really says anything too directly about how corrupt the police force is or how the bad ones give the good ones a bad name so she just sounds like she's defending the very same police force that tortured her friend and blamed her and the rest of them for crimes they didn't commit despite all of them being minors. It's absurd.

[bitegore]

ngl i think i kind of was a genius for being like 'yeah this character is a scary killyou cannibal scary killer who scary kills you' and then realizing that the way my worldbuilding works out is that there's a nonzero chance that if you leave literally any body parts over they can just come back, depending on what they believe in their heart of hearts can kill them. Of course she'd start eating her kills. She probably tried normal stuff first and then realized it didn't work and she had to try harder if she wanted to actually keep them dead.

[sonknuxadow]

NOOOOOO i caved and decided i would just buy the lps from the target website anyway and they decided to go out of stock as i was about to check out. throws up

[endious]

my mom pisses me off so much. bitch i drove you to this damn appointment i didn’t have to i could’ve told you tough shit and made you figure it out on your own.