#can’t even find good gifsets

[atopvisenyashill]

like her name is mirri MAZ DUUR. MAESTER. MIRRI THE MAESTER. not only did she match marwyn’s freak enough that he taught her about anatomy, but her own people either started calling her “mirri the maester” or she started calling herself that and it stuck. she traveled, potentially on her own, all the way from lhazar to asshai and back again, which feels like an incredible feat given the sheer amount of slavers she’d have to get past. and in the end despite her power she brought all that knowledge back home to her tiny village to help her people!!

[phannibal]

someone just said they hated syzygy on my syzygy gifset and it pissed me off so bad as if i didn’t just put that on my list of eps i can’t stand

[sweetestberryofthebunch]

Scars On My Mind (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

Ever heard of the Daughters of Liberty? When Agatha appears at your doorstep covered in blood with a knitting needle peeking out of her elbow, you certainly wish you hadn’t. Here’s how it went.

Content/Warnings: WitchKiller!Agatha, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Injury, So Much Blood, Open Wound, Angst, Mild Mentions of NSFW Content, no beta we die like the Daughters of Liberty

This fic is a gift for @marril96 who made a gifset for me in return! Ily, let's swap again! It was so so so much fun to dive a little deeper into Agatha’s Witch Killer days with this, and make her a little vulnerable for once!

The rain started on Thursday night and hadn’t stopped since. A continuous drumming against your window, the world outside tainted a muddy grey. It was the earliest hours of Saturday now, Friday had passed silently without you noticing, the continuous waterfalls of raindrops on the windows not letting up to let the days pass either. The vinyl player kept playing as Friday had slipped into Saturday too, the kettle kept simmering as you prepared a boiling cup of Agatha‘s favourite tea blend. Even as the days drifted away, the world kept going. Boiling hot water turned into lukewarm turned into cold, the vinyl finished playing, spinning to a halt. The rain kept thrumming.

You sighed, leaning back on the couch, eyes fluttering shut. Agatha was late, like, even later than usually. And you were tired, sleep tugging at your bones with gradually more and more urgency.

But it was useless to go to bed, no matter how often she insisted you shan’t wait for her. You wouldn’t find much sleep anyway. Not on nights like this. When Agatha was out with other witches, when she set out to … feed? Kill? Siphon?

Well, it was hard to find any rest while she was out there like that.

She may have laughed when you’d admitted to that, throwing her leather jacket over her shoulders before pulling you into a quick kiss by your neck.

„There’s nothing to worry about, darling. I do this all the time.“

But still, as the front door to your little nyc apartment swung open and she sauntered out, chirping a „See you tonight, honey!“, over her shoulder at you, the pit in your stomach remained. The ghost of her palm on the back of your neck remained.

You sighed, taking a sip of the cold tea you’d prepared. If she wasn’t coming home in time, you certainly wouldn’t let the water go to waste.

They’d just raised the prizes for utilities on you. And while Agatha had just laughed and mentioned some inactive bank account she had in Germany that she‘d simply pull from, you couldn’t help but stress about it.

It wasn’t that you didn‘t trust her, so far every time she’d mentioned some savings from one of her many, many lives it had always been true. But just because she was an undying, centuries old witch who didn’t have to concern herself with mundane things like paying bills didn’t mean you could just shake those things off the same.

You had no magick, but you did have your name on a lease. But so far, she’d always made it work somehow, whether that be with her old account of when she lived right beside the Berlin Wall ten years ago or by selling a quick spell or curse to some unassuming person desperate enough to pay for one. You weren’t even sure if she actually performed real spells all of the time. Your Agatha was a scam artist through and through, but you wouldn’t have her any other way.

You took another sip of tea, watching the rain pour down the window. Sometimes, you wondered how many more of you there had been. Agatha was good at dodging those questions, but one night, when you wouldn’t let off even after she’d made you come undone multiple times on the couch, she’d handed you a little cardboard box.

„I try not to be traceable and I can’t exactly show you baby pictures, but some stuff just sticks.“

The contents of the box were fragile, some paper so frail you barely wanted to touch it. Little notes, handwritten poems, a few pages torn out of books. A pencil sketch of the bunny that lived in a cage beside your bed, that she always made sure to drape a blanket over before going down on you. An ink sketch of her, without the worry lines on her forehead or the little wrinkles around her eyes. But, as always, with the amulet she never took off her body.

A few photographs. Black and white on flimsy film paper, Agatha in a flapper dress, feather in her hair and a cigarillo between her lips, legs spread as she leaned back on a barstool. Agatha in the same dress, smiling over her shoulder at the camera, a dark skinned woman in a matching dress sitting beside her, raising her champagne flute at the camera.

Jenny Kale, you knew from her stories, the most brilliant potions maker Agatha had ever met. And the most annoying one. They‘d fallen off, you assumed it had something to do with Agatha‘s habit of power grabbing.

But, there was also a Polaroid.

A Polaroid that lay on the coffee table in front of you now.

A Polaroid that had not left your mind since you’d found it.

Agatha with a wild, unkempt perm and uneven bangs, black liner smudged around her eyes, in a black tank top, arm stretched out to take the picture. But, what actually caught your eye was the arm wrapped around her waist, tight enough to bunch up the fabric of her shirt, revealing a thin line of pale skin of her lower stomach. The person hugging her was out of frame, all you could see was an arm, and a shoulder pressed into Agatha‘s, and the way the witch seemed to hold back a laugh. The handwriting under the picture was messy, and the black marker had faded over the years.

For my love A.H. 1982 - We can be heroes forever and ever

And then what you‘d assumed was once a heart, but got smudged by someone touching the ink before it had dried.

It was exactly what you‘d been looking for. Proof that there had been people before you. That you weren’t her first lover in the 350 long years of her life. Of course you weren’t, that’d be foolish to assume!

But still, the find had punched a hole into your stomach that had only hollowed out the more you thought about it.

How many other people had she taken a liking to, how many non magickal people had she moved in with, let them sign leases and contracts for her as she ran off to suck the magic out of the local witch community of wherever she found herself? How long had this been going on? How long until she’d move on?

Sure, you were young now, but other than her, the clock was ticking for you. Would you just wake up one day and find her gone? And would she bother to keep your picture? And, even if all of this was nothing, why would she hide it from you? She‘d told you about Jennifer Kale, but she‘d never ever mentioned living with someone during her time in Berlin, or any era before that.

You bit your bottom lip, hissing when you tasted the metallic tinge of your own blood.

Did you want to be just another picture in her little box of memories? Did she even deem you worth remembering?

It was stupid to think like that, and you knew that, but it was harder not to let the uncertainty consume you.

But, you were smart enough never to ask her about it directly. Your wild, fierce, unapologetic witch. You loved her, you had realised that the moment her eyes met yours for the first time, and you loved everything about the chaos and the magick and the passion that she brought into your life. Maybe that was why the potential answer scared you so much. Better to keep holding onto your belief than to risk knowing you didn’t mean as much to her as she did to you. Better to live in the harmony of what you had built with her.

You wish you‘d never asked her about her prior life, had never opened the paper box. Now that you had the Polaroid in hand, it was impossible to put down.

A sound ripped you from your self deprecating thoughts. A faint scratch, just loud enough that you were sure you hadn’t imagined it. Another one. Like a dog scratching at a locked front door … or a key that kept missing the hole it belonged into, and instead kept hitting the rough wood of your door.

You sat up. „Agatha?“

No answer. Fuck.

You knew Agatha had her enemies, it was impossible to live that long without them. Hell, there was a whole coven formed of the daughters of her prior victims, a piece of information you preferred to not think about too much. After all, you saw what she was capable of, saw her cast runes around the entire apartment to keep out evil spirits, the way she glowed after siphoning, the daily use of telekinesis and the occasional prodding your mind - which she swore was to remind you to keep up the mental wards she‘d taught you, and totally not because she enjoyed the image of her that danced around your thoughts since the day you met.

Wards you made sure you had up and intakt now as you grabbed a candelabra on your way towards the front door - the first weapon you‘d spontaneously found.

Another scratch at the door, then a grunt, and a little thud, like something was falling into the wooden frame.

„Agatha?“, you asked again, louder.

Panting, whoever was on the other side of the door was breathing heavily.

Here goes nothing. You bit down on your lower lip, fingers tightening around the candelabra. Twisting the doorknob, you held your weapon high, ready to strike. The wooden door flew open, you held your breath … only to immediately let it go in a loud shriek.

In front of you was in fact Agatha, however, this was not how you had expected her to return. Her shirt was torn and ripped apart, shreds of fabric barely clinging onto her. if you hadn’t known, you would have never guessed it used to be white fabric, for it was covered in mud and dirt and … a worrying amount of blood. There was so much blood. On her clothes, her face, her head. Like someone had dumped a bucket of red over her head. Agatha herself was shaking, her body leaning against the wooden doorframe, the key she was holding in her right hand quivering with every rattling breath she took. Her left arm … your stomach twisted. Her left arm was completely bare, the sleeve ripped away at the seam, and her skin was covered in dark red crusts of dried and fresh blood. It hung useless at her side, and as she shifted from one foot to her other, you saw a single, long piece of hard plastic sticking right out of her elbow.

Your stomach twisted at the sight, and you instinctively had to reach for the wall, not trusting your knees to support your weight right now.

Agatha’s eyes were open wide, blue piercing at you as she panted, a now dried drop of blood had run right between her eyes and down her nose. She looked insane. You felt insane.

And yet, she had the nerve to cock her brows at you. „The candlestick? Seriously? Do you have any idea how much that thing is worth these days?“

Slowly, you dropped your arm, the makeshift weapon sliding out of your grip and tumbling to the floor.

Agatha winced, like that was what really caused her pain right now.

„Agatha!“, you gasped, swallowing hard.

The witch bit her bottom lip, hard, before heaving her own body closer towards the entryway, pushing for you to let her in.

„I got ambushed“, she exclaimed, even though that didn’t explain anything at all, „This little bunch was smarter than they seemed. In theory at least“, she laughed, but it only made her grit her teeth, „All the spells and curses in the world, and they stab me with a fucking knitting needle!“

You gulped. So that was the thing peeking out of her elbow.

Glassy blue eyes found you, her glare bewildered, almost panicked. „Are you done now? I would love it if we could at least move this out of the hallway, before we wake the neighbors!“

Finally, you snapped back into reality. Agatha was injured, badly, and she was also leaving stains of red on your doorframe and the „Welcome Home“ doormat in the hallway. But those were problems for later.

Right now, you needed to get her to safety. You surged forwards, grabbing her by her uninjured shoulder, pulling her right arm around your neck.

„Lean onto me“, you instructed, kicking the candelabra out of your way as you slowly guided her into the apartment.

She was cold to the touch, too cold for your liking, but she still managed to tut at you anyway. „What would you say if i kicked your hairdryer around like that?“

You let the front door fall shut behind you, other arm wrapping around her waist to support her further.

“I would say Thank You Honey for not letting me bleed out on the doormat! but you can practice that later.“

That made her snort, and you felt her entire body wince in pain.

„Stop being funny“, she hissed, her right hand digging into your shoulder as you slowly guided her towards the couch, step by step, „It hurts.“

You finally reached the plush sofa and carefully sat her down. Agatha‘s body collapsed against the cushions with a groan, her head rolling back.

„Hey!“, you snapped your fingers right in front of her face, „Sit up! Don’t you dare faint on me!“

Her eyes fluttered, and you felt panic rise in your chest. Your palms found her cheeks, cupping her face gently as you pulled her head back up, forcing her to look at you. Blue eyes blinked up at you, pupils dilating when they closed in on your face.

„Agatha“, you said, taking a deep breath more to calm yourself than her, „I‘m gonna go grab the first aid kit, but I need you to stay with me, okay? No fainting. Can you curl your fingers for me?“

Her right hand curled into a weak fist with no issues, while her left hand laid beside her uselessly. You swallowed. „Okay, keep doing that. Clench, and unclench, exactly. I‘ll be back in a second.“

She blinked twice, and a small smile found her blood covered, cracked lips. „You’re worried about me“, she drawled deliriously, healthy hand coming up to poke your side. The touch was a lot weaker than you‘d like. „That’s hot.“

You bit down on your tongue. „You’re unbelievable“, you shook your head, making sure her own head was supported by the cushions behind her before letting go, „Keep clenching your fists!“

To your relief, the first aid kit was right under the sink in the bathroom, fully stocked and ready for you. On your way back out, you grabbed a towel as well.

Agatha was still sitting up when you came back, already digging through the first aid kit as you walked, pulling out bandages, alcohol wipes, and the little bottle of superglue you kept in the kit. You sucked your cheeks in, thumb running over the little tag on it. The next fifteen minutes were going to suck.

Glassy blue eyes watched you as you spread out your new findings on the coffee table. Her breath came in heaves, but at least they were even and her chest didn’t quiver with every gush of air that surged through her lungs anymore.

„How are you feeling?“, you asked, needing her to stay awake, stay with you at any costs.

Luckily, she had it back in her to let out a humourless chuckle. „Like shit. Those bitches betrayed me like I didn‘t teach them everything they knew.“

Even as you cut open the plastic baggy holding a bandaid, you had to give her a long look over your shoulder.

„Betraying the witch that was gonna betray them? How dare they.“

Agatha opened her mouth in protest, but then you sat back up on the couch next to her, the cushions she was resting her injured arm on shifting, and instead a high, pained whimper left her throat. The sound rang through your head and you pressed your lips together, carefully positioning her arm so the needle stuck in it was facing you.

„I‘m sorry“, you took a deep breath, „You‘re not gonna like me for the next few minutes, but I need you to stay still for me, okay?“ Your eyes found hers, and you gave her a firm little nod.

„What?“, Agatha's voice was weak, brows creased in confusion, her eyes barely focusing on you. You gave her a soft smile, hand closing around the knitting needle slow and firm. „Look out the window babe“, you softly hummed and Agatha‘s head rolled to the other side, lashes fluttering.

„Don’t turn around“, you said. But of course, she immediately turned back.

“The window Agatha!“, you sighed exasperated, not waiting for her to listen this time.

„Okay, one, two…“ Before you could say the next number, you gritted your teeth. With one firm tug, the knitting needle slid right out of her open wound.

Agatha screamed, flinching under your firm grip, head thrown back against the couch.

The needle made a wet sound as you pulled it out that made your stomach turn. Thick, red liquid was stuck to the plastic as well as fresh blood immediately pooling out of the wound at her elbow.

You quickly pressed the towel onto it, gripping Agatha’s arm tight so she couldn’t pull away, even as she screamed. The whimpers leaving her throat echoed through your bones, and you had to bite down on your cheek harder.

„I‘m sorry baby“, you pressed out, glancing over at her face. Fresh, salty tears ran down her face, parting the dried crusts of blood on her cheeks. She was biting down on her tongue, hard enough to draw blood, holding back her sobs as best as she could.

„Fuck you“, she sobbed weakly, eyes closed shut and you had to chuckle.

„That’s okay. Let it out.“, you hummed, pressing the towel down onto the wound with one hand. The pale blue fabric was quickly soaking up red, and you had to act fast, worried she was going to lose too much blood.

With your free hand you reached for the superglue, the lid already off, clear, stale liquid at the tip.

„I have to do one more thing that you‘re not gonna like“, you said, keeping your grip on her arm tight as she tried to pull away.

„No! Stop! That’s enough!“, she yelped and it took everything in you to stay firm. The wound needed closing, no matter how much it would hurt.

„Agatha!“, you held her tight, giving her a firm stare that held no room for discussion. When you saw the way her bottom lip was quivering despite her pushed forward chin, your voice softened.

“I‘m trying to help you. Just one more thing and you‘re done, I promise.“

Agatha swallowed hard, leaning towards you.

You let her, gently pressing your forehead to hers.

„That was scary“, she murmured, „They were so smart about it. Didn’t blast me once. Instead…“, her shoulders twitched in an attempt to shrug, the sharp pain causing her to wince.

„Instead you came home with a knitting needle in your arm“, you nodded, craning your neck. Your lips brushed over her forehead, the bittersweet mix of mud and blood on your tongue as you pressed a gentle kiss right over the crease she always pulled when she was in pain, but trying to be brave about it.

„This was terrifying, but you’re being so strong“, you leaned back again, enough to look her in the eyes one more time, „Let me close the wound and then it‘ll be over, I promise.“

And she let you.

As you pulled the towel away to inspect the wound closer, Agatha looked the other way, her right hand coming up to her mouth as you pulled the skin together. As you dropped the clear glue down onto the gash, pulling it closed with one hand and handling the bottle of superglue with the other, she let out another blood curdling scream, muffled only by her teeth digging into her own hand. But, it worked. The moment the liquid began to thicken, the bleeding stopped.

It took all the alcohol wipes of the kit to get her arm cleaned up, working quickly and in silence, knowing well not to talk to Agatha as hot tears ran down her cheeks. You made sure to save a wipe for the bite mark on her right hand too, and then once you were positive all of her injuries were cleaned, you finally reached for the bandaids.

By the time she was all patched up and in clean clothes (you‘d thrown her bloody shirt and all towels it had taken to get the muck off her face into the bathtub, a problem for later), the two of your curled up underneath a blanket, her healthy shoulder squeezed up against yours, the sun was coming up.

Finally, it had stopped raining too.

The two of you had shared a can of microwaved ravioli, and slowly but surely, the color was returning to Agatha‘s cheeks. You wrapped your arm tighter around her, nose nuzzling into the crown of her head. Her hair still smelled of metal and cinder, but that didn’t bother you right now. What mattered was that she was still with you, that her body was warm against yours and her breathing even.

The blanket rustled as she shifted in your hold, right hand coming up to rest over yours.

„Now.“, Agatha took a long breath, thumb running over your knuckles as she held your hands in hers. Finally, she seemed fully back to consciousness.

„Tell me why you‘ve been pondering all night instead of sleeping like I told you to.“

„What?“, your brows furrowed, tilting your head to the side in confusion as you glanced down at her.

Agatha nodded towards the coffee table, blue eyes fixed on a specific object scattered between the leftovers of your once organised and stacked first aid kit. „I doubt you‘re using that as a bookmark.“

Between scissors and a piece of bandage you‘d cut off, there was still the Polaroid you‘d taken from the box of her private possessions. Now, there was a single drop of blood on it, right above the black marker writing.

„Oh my god!“, you quickly reached for it, „I‘m so sorry, I‘ll clean that off!“

Before your hand could reach the photo, Agatha‘s unharmed arm lunged forward, hand closing around your wrist. Despite how pale she still looked, she pulled you back to her with no trouble, wrapping the blanket around you two tighter. Injury or not, there was still magick power running through her veins.

„Darling“, her pale eyes found yours, „Look at me.“

You didn’t dare break the eye contact she established, even though it was the last thing you wanted to do right now, ears hot with embarrassment.

„Have you been thinking about that?“ she asked, and you knew exactly what she meant. Her long, long life before you, the nature of your relationship. The only thing on your mind for days now.

„I mean, it‘s stupid!“, you shook your head „It’s naive to think I‘m something special, you’ve had such a long life already,“ you poked her side, „Even though that‘s hard to believe right now.“

Agatha‘s hoarse chuckle made you smile despite everything weighing on your mind.

„I‘m going to stop you right there.“

With her healthy hand, she tried to push herself up, eyes fluttering shut as she groaned in pain. You instinctively reached for her shoulders, helping her sit up and lean against the sofa cushions.

Her hand found your cheek, palm gently cupping your cheek.

„You are something special“, her voice was low and you swallowed hard.

„Do you think I could do this with just anyone? I was just bleeding out on your couch.“ Her eyes found yours, giving you a firm little nod. „Have there been others? Of course. A witches lifespan depends on her powers, and I‘m not exactly the type other witches want around for long. It can get lonely.“ Her lips pursed into a little smirk, brows rising. „But thanks to you, it‘s not. And thanks to you, it won’t end just yet either.“ She chuckled, raising her bandaged elbow with a sharp inhale.

Your hold on her shoulders tightened just the smallest bit, holding her upwards. Her thumb ran over your cheek, and you couldn’t suppress your smile at the touch.

„What I am saying is yes, there have been lovers before you. But that does not diminish your presence in my life, and it does not make you any less special. To be quite honest, you‘re the first person to have pulled a knitting needle out of my elbow.“

She let out a little laugh and soon, you joined in. Agatha‘s hand tugged at the back of your neck, and you willingly let her pull you into a sweet, gentle kiss. Her lips brushed against yours with the familiarity of someone who had practiced plenty, pushing her chin forward into the kiss like she knew you loved her to do, and you let out a little laugh in return, teeth grazing over her bottom lip just the slightest bit. Exactly the way that made her groan, pull you in tighter, kiss you with more and more fervour, until you’d bite down on her plump lip for real.

But not right now. You pulled away before she could coax you into something more, giving the shoulder of her injured arm a gentle tap as you raised your brows at her.

„Not now Agatha! You literally almost died today.“

She let out an exasperated sigh, but then opted to wrap her healthy arm around your waist instead, pulling you closer. „But I didn’t, thanks to you.“

You gave her a warning glare but obliged as she pulled you into her lap, arm wrapped around you and your hands resting on her shoulders. She leaned forward, lips grazing over your neck just enough to make you gasp before nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck and shoulder, a spot she had found she fit perfectly into one time while napping and loved ever since. Your hands found her hair, fingers slowly running through the thick, dark waves falling down her back. She hummed against your neck at the feeling, and you felt your heart swell at the sound. Even if all of this was fleeting, at least right now, you could provide a safe space for her.

You pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head, inhaling the faint scent of the lavender oil she liked to brush through her hair.

Even if you were but a fleeting moment in her life, maybe in 10, 20 years she‘d think back to you and miss the way her nose perfectly nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

“I love you, Agatha“, you whispered, so quiet, you could barely hear it yourself, „Try not to get killed while I‘m still around.“

If she heard you, she didn’t answer.

You pulled her even tighter.

[flufftober]

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1. “I’ve got you”

2. Family, Friends, Loved Ones

3. “Wait you love me?” - “I always have”

4. Cinderella Moment (the "ugly duckling" gets their moment to shine)

5. x + 1 (can be a classic "5+1 things" [or any number you want] creation or literally a plus one for an event or really anything else you can think of)

6. Corn Maze

7. Porch Swing

8. Rainy Day

9. (...) at first sight (think "love at first sight", "enemies at first sight"...)

10. Love of my Life (even this does not have to be romantic 😉)

11. Sweet Tooth

12. Fire & Ice

13. Wrong (...) (think "wrong number", "wrong train", "wrong person"...)

14. “I hate it” - “No, you don't”

15. Emergency, Confession, Adventure

16. Singing one another to sleep

17. Encouraging someone to achieve a goal

18. “Did you plan for this to happen?”

19. Keeping someone safe

20. Pumpkin

21. Swoon

22. Picking (think "picking flowers", "picking up someone", "picking out a dress", "picking a song for the wedding"...)

23. Trinket

24. [melting emoji] (does anyone even know what this emoji stands for? No? We neither but we would love for you to get creative with it 😉 but also, think "melting in the heat", "melting from embarrassment"... also, I would've loved to add it here but tumblr doesn't have this emoji yet)

25. Nook

26. Fireplace

27. Outdoor Event (think "hiking tour", "concert", "picnic"...)

28. Soothing Touch

29. “Hey, wake up!”

30. Self-Worth / Self-Love

31. Dreams Do Come True

Prompt Extras

Last Year's Favorites

Alt 1: Hot Chocolate

Alt 2: “You’ve told your parents?”

Alt 3: Wearing Each Other’s Clothes

Alt 4: Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights

Alt 5: “Oh no, you’re a Morning Person!”

Scenarios

Alt 6: Reverse all the Roles

Alt 7: Create a Fairytale Retelling

Alt 8: Give your character a new occupation

Alt 9: Create a crossover of two or more fandoms

Alt 10: Have your characters share the last table at a café

[uraichievents]

UraIchi Week 2024

Monday, July 1st, 2024 - Sunday, July 7th, 2024

AO3 Collection

Full Prompts List Submitted This Year

(Click images to enlarge. Alt text under the cut.)

What is UraIchi Week?

It’s a week-long fanworks event to promote the Urahara Kisuke x Kurosaki Ichigo ship. There’s no sign-up, it’s just for fun, and everybody can participate. Completed works and wips are both acceptable, and any type of fanwork (fanfic, fanart, gifsets, etc.) is welcome. NSFW and/or potentially trigger-y content is allowed, although please remember to tag your works properly.

The ship itself can be written romantically or platonically, as lovers or friends or even enemies, so long as it stars these two characters together in some way. Poly ships are also fine so long as Ichigo and Kisuke are still the focus of the fanwork. And crossovers and fusions are also allowed even if it isn’t one of the given prompts for the event. Basically, anything goes, and the only criteria is that it has to be UraIchi-centric.

Posting:

UraIchi Week is hosted here on Tumblr and on AO3. For posts on Tumblr, remember to ping @uraichievents and tag #UraIchi Week 2024. For AO3, you can add your work(s) to the collection linked up above. You are also welcome to join the UraIchi Discord server if you haven’t already and come and talk about what you’re working on!

Themes:

July 1st, Day 1: i've met you before / i'll meet you again / this is the first time we've met.. right?

Time Travel / Dimension Travel

Identity Porn / Hidden Identities

“I've suffered from traumatic dreams of my past lives since I was a child, and I'm just now realizing that coming up to a beautiful stranger who looks like someone I've seen die a thousand times in a thousand different ways at a bar and asking if we've met before sounds a lot like a come-on haha no wait come back that doesn't mean I'm not desperately attracted to you please kiss me again” AU

July 2nd, Day 2: It's fact that killable problems are not real problems.

Murder Husbands

Ichigo is Deadpool / unbreakable / any other accidentally immortal being who is really kind of annoyed about it (because it’s boring, and he’s still young enough to be within his lifespan, but it sure takes the fun out of fighting).

All the times Ichigo died, he ACTUALLY died, he just came back. Every time he comes back, he comes back Wronger.

July 3rd, Day 3: Things I Should've Told You / Things I Don't Tell Anyone Else

The skeletons in your closet are about to overflow. Would you like me to tidy it up?

Ichigo is experimenting with self-expression, a hobby, etc., making up for lost time as a regular teenager. Urahara is always the first one (sometimes only one) to see or hear about a new idea.

“The person I trust most is you.”

July 4th, Day 4: Sword and Shield

I am yours to command, use me as you please.

Shiba!Ichigo and Second Division!Kisuke

Summoner/Mage AU: Paired summons who are good apart but unmatched together.

July 5th, Day 5: That One is Mine

Hollow Instincts / Feral Protective

Possessive!Kisuke: He stepped aside for Sui-Feng because Yoruichi was always master first and friend second and love interest never, and because Yoruichi wanted her in a way she's never wanted him. But Ichigo is different, and everyone soon realizes that when Kisuke truly wants something, he always gets it in the end.

“Death can’t have you. You’re mine.”

July 6th, Day 6: Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some are born, some are made, and some decide being a monster's pretty fucking cool.

Visored!Urahara Kisuke AU / Vasto Lorde!Kurosaki Ichigo AU

“Ichigo forges a friendship with his Hollow in the Shattered Shaft” AU

vs. Gotei 13 AU: Ichigo time travels back from a future where he was chained to the throne as the next Soul King by the Shinigami.

July 7th, Day 7: Creator’s Choice!

As always, the above prompts are all optional, and you’re free to come with your own ideas. You can also find an excel sheet with all the prompts submitted this year linked up above, so feel free to look through that if you want, and you can also make a copy for yourself.

And that’s it! We’re looking forward to what everyone comes up with!

[maxlarens]

okay!!! another concepts thingy!!!!!! just one of the drivers (i’m thinking carlos but honestly it could be any of them) taking off their cap and putting it on you as like a teasing thing (like tipping it down so you can’t see) but then immediately regretting it because. woah. why do they like how their things look on you.

OOH carlos for suresies!!!! yeah he absolutely does this because idk his hands are full and he’s like hold this and just jams it on your head. bonus points if it’s with a 1st place cap (but i’m so sure he would like hang those somewhere special) or his spain chilli cap. but then i think he spends like a good 5-10 seconds very vacantly staring at you because he’s surprised he likes it. and from then on is like trying to find excuses to have u wear his shirts and hoodies and stuff😭 and ur like carlos i do have my own clothes yk??

i think george would do this as well. but tbh i just cant stop thinking about this gifset. him taking off carmens cap just so he can kiss the side of her head. not even to kiss her on the lips. he loves her so much thats its just so he can be closer to herrrr. and then putting it back on, not just handing it back to her like okay that’s your problem now. UGHHH OH MY GODD. so sweet. not even relevant to this at all🫣

OH AND MAX TOO

[angelsdean]

wait what did jared and jensen say at dencon 2021? i wasn’t on tumblr then and even now i can’t always keep up with everything 🫠

There was a Destiel question which i believe was directed at JUST Jensen abt how meaningful the confession was to the fan and seeing that representation. I forget the specifics of the actual question, but then Jared just started responding before Jensen could say anything. And it was just pure word vomiting abt how spn was abt more than sexuality and I believe he compared Cas saying i love you to Jared telling his children he loves them ??? and you could tell the whole time Jensen was like. going into a panic of "oh shit i need to stop this man from speaking" like you could literally see it on his face. And then Jensen finally got to cut in and he was stumbling over his words and saying how cas's love for dean went BEYOND the romantic (which imo encompasses the romantic AND MORE) and saying that since Cas is a cosmic being his love basically isn't confined by what humans can comprehend and can't be easily defined in human terms, that it "superseded" human concepts of sexual and romantic love (which again to me reads at it is even MORE than just those things).

And then some fans took this to mean that he was trying to "ungay" it or minimize Cas's love for Dean by saying it's cosmic and beyond human comprehension. Like to me what he was saying is that Cas's love is SO great that there just aren't words in human language to properly define that love!!! Yet somehow because it came after Jared's word vomit, Jensen's response got lumped in with that.

Also Jensen used the term "open to interpretation" during that response when he's framing what HIS interpretation is, and this fandom honestly has a horrible knee-jerk reaction to that phrase and automatically thinks it's negative or invalidating when literally it's a GOOD THING for media to be open to interpretation. As someone who literally got their degree in literature one of the first things you learn is that....all media is open to interpretation. And it just comes down to how well you can argue / support your interpretation with canon. And the thing about media being open to interpretation is....it means YOUR interpretation is valid too. Jensen saying this was not him saying "Castiel's for dean love is debatable" it was more "Castiel's love can mean whatever you want it to." That absolutely validates destiel. And it's a very positive statement imo, especially followed by him saying he thinks Cas's love supersedes all known language we have to describe love. Like hello???

Also the sheer hypocrisy of people acting like this was a "hashtag offensive destiel invalidating moment" to say this when I cannot count the amount of times I've seen fellow destiel shippers describe Cas's love for Dean and vice versa as akin to WORSHIP and describe their profound bond and their cosmic narrative defying love as this great powerful force. Of course that kind of love is going to go beyond human language!!! That's so fucking romantic wtf. And the fact that he said all this in front of a predominantly JayTwo / w*ncest audience ??? HUGE. And I'll always be a little salty abt people throwing Jensen under the bus after that con and making a whole big stink about his response. EYE think it was fine, given the circumstances. Great, even. Which is unfortch an unpop opinion in some destiel circles lol.

Anyways this got so long but here's a link to a gifset of his response. I can't find Jared's word vom bc i think we all just chose to delete it from our minds lol.

[hotvintagepoll]

Welcome to the HOT AND VINTAGE MOVIE STARS tournament! We are now finished with the Hot & Vintage Men Tournament; The Hot & Vintage Movie Women Tournament is ongoing. Submissions for hot vintage women are now closed, but we are accepting propaganda for those already in the bracket.

Round 2 of the Hot & Vintage Women Tournament will be posted Monday, March 25th. All polls—including ongoing polls, previous rounds, old tournaments, the various shadow brackets, and fun mini polls—can be found in the #hotvintagepoll tag. Every poll in the Hot & Vintage Women Tournament will be tagged with the hot woman in it if you need to search for a hot woman in particular.

FAQs:

“Where is [my favorite hot woman]?” It depends. Have you checked all the polls in the tag? Have you done a tag search for her? If you still haven’t found her, either nobody submitted her or she did not fit the criteria of being a movie woman from 1910-1970.

“Can I still submit hot women?” No, the submission window has closed. Please do not send in women you wish had made it into the bracket. I can’t do anything with those asks and they just make me sad.

“I have additional propaganda for the hot women!” Great! Send me an ask or reblog the poll and add your propaganda to it. You can also tag me in posts if you see a gifset or fancam that feels like good propaganda. I don’t boost all the propaganda I see or receive, but I try to boost the best of the best.

If you’re submitting propaganda for your hot woman, I don’t accept propaganda that’s from beyond the end of this tournament’s era (ie don’t send me pics of them from before 1910 or after 1970). I also don’t accept propaganda of TV appearances unless it’s clearly a cameo where they’re playing themselves. Please break long asks full of photo propaganda up into a few short ones. I watch every video I receive so I can add trigger warnings, so please don't send long video essays—I don't have time to watch them.

I don’t post or boost negative propaganda about any hot woman. If you really hate that a certain hot woman is winning, send me positive propaganda for their hot opponent. If you think a hot woman shouldn’t even be included in the tournaments because of scummy things she did in her lifetime, please read my take on it here.

If I see repetitive, trolling, and/or bigoted remarks in the comments, I may block you from this bracket. If you want to point out a hot woman’s flaws or misdemeanors, that’s fine, but if I see consistent bad-faith trolling, you will be blocked.

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"Where are the hot men?" Most of them are in the shadow realm! Toshiro Mifune was crowned the winner of the Hot & Vintage Men Tournament, and the rest were banished below the earth, where shadows creep and the hours grow long. You can find all the round 1 matchups here (thank you @markwatnae!), or you can do a tag search to find out what happened to a specific hot man.

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Thank you for being here! Enjoy the tournament.

If you want to search through the different rounds of the tournaments, I'm including links under the cut.

First round of the hot men—#round 1 archive, #round 1 blog

Second round of the hot men—#round 2 archive, #round 2 blog

Third round of the hot men—#round 3 archive, #round 3 blog

Fourth round of the hot men—#round 4 archive, #round 4 blog

Quarterfinals of the hot men—#round 5 archive, #round 5 blog

Semifinals—#TWO KINGS archive, #TWO KINGS blog

Finals—#hot men finals

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[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s7 episode 5 "rush" thoughts

i’m still under the weather, but i’m intrigued to see what today will bring us. another case where the poor agents have to deal with children?! someone save them!!

this time they are dealing with teenagers who are the flash, i guess? this sounds like it will be a handful. and also not super conducive to talking about what happened last time. i am sure they would be stubborn and refuse to discuss it even if there weren't teenagers zipping around.

i wonder if they will be mean to our agents… i wonder how this case ended up on their desks…

(post-episode thoughts: not a ton of agent time today, but boy, they sure were giggly when they were the center of attention. which healed something deep in my soul. i demand MORE giggly agents. and also, don't be mean to them!! they are not old! maybe they don't know what the youth are up to, but who has time to keep up with that?!

this prompted me to ponder what the agents were like in high school for a decent bit of time at the end of the post. come on, i WANT to know!!! pls tell me your theories!)

but back to past me!!!

let’s find out what is in store!

we open with a virginia license plated vehicle pulling out into the dark. and this car belongs to the proud parent of an honors student! so what are they doing in the dark woods??

the answer to that question is trespassing. and looking for someone named max. who is lighting a cigarette. rebelliously. are these older two going to initiate him into a gang?!?? tony promises he won’t tell anyone about whatever is out here!! well, why’d did max have to bring up people dying? 

and then the other kids dip. probably using their super speed skills. a cop is telling tony to put his hands on the car.

WHAT! there is some big movement and then the officer is dead? tony is covered in blood!! why are these older kids getting him involved in this?? 

AUGH, they slammed the cop’s head in the car door??? or something??

bro. tony needs to flee town and escape these bad influences!!! this is peer pressure in action!! he’s trying not to throw up as he looks at the body- he’s not cut out for this! let him go back to AP calculus!

intro tiiiiiime!!! get groovy with it. ah. it makes me nostalgic... for last year. when i first started watching this show. oh, it'll be a year since i started in may! and we get the full intro!!! woohoo!!

hospital time. AWWW, was mulder trying to call her and she snuck up on him?? and she smacks him with the file. OH! HE GIGGLES “there you are” <- AHHHH. STOP. okay. i just replayed that. it was very cute. 

(still thinking about this, btw. if someone has the gifset, please tag me. i will hold onto it. and draw strength from it in the coming days)

tony was accused of the cop's murder- they say the cop was beat to death. and mulder does not think he did it. he is a good kid that only moved here a few months ago. scully begins to investigate the body.

oh, even she is at a loss for words. and you know she has seen shit!! 

LMAOOOOO, she cannot believe this. so rarely do we see her flabbergasted. allegedly, he was hit with a flashlight one time and it did all this.

AUGH, his glasses went through his SKULL! and poor tony wasn’t on drugs. maybe, scully proposes, he was on a crazy adrenaline rush.

this guy, the sheriff, does NOT want mulder down here, even if he introduces him to scully and she gives him a little smile. “i’d like ron left in peace” <- oh, you have something to hide, sheriff? 

he says he has the murder weapon and bloody fingerprints, and they just have to match them up to tony, it’s all done. hmm. my guess is this guy is the father of one of the bad kids and is trying to cover it up. because no normal kid could so this and he can’t possibly be naive enough to think he could.

they go to talk to tony, and encounter a teenage girl who is clearly checking out mulder... it is dark and hard to tell even though i replayed the scene, but it LOOKS like scully smiles a little (or maybe she gets annoyed and it's more of a grimace? i can't tell!) and he laughs and asks "what?" <- LMAO... GROWN MAN GIGGLING!!!

god, i love territorial scully. leave her man alone.

so they go to talk to tony and he proclaims “i’m not talking anymore, okay?” “well, that might make things worse” <- LMAO. scully meant that so genuinely and it didn't even sound mean, but lord, it came out funny

mulder tries to play it chill, ask if he was cruising (hmm. i thought that word meant a very specific type of gendered flirting. but maybe mulder and i come from different scenes) and tony calls him old... #RUDE!!!

mulder doesn’t play along. “okay, but bear with us, because we’re old and stupid” <- LMAOOOOO, he can be difficult back!

they’re trying to grill him- are you SURE there was no one else there? 

OHHH. the poor kid is crying. i feel bad for him. mulder takes tony's tears in. and tony asks to go back to his cell.

AWWW, scully says his life is over if he doesn’t tell the truth :( mulder thinks this mean she's implying he did it, but she adamantly doesn’t: she thinks he’s covering for whoever did do it. 

OHHH, now it’s her turn to pull the “please? for me?” line, HAHA, aww. this technique avoids fighting about the logistics of science vs ghouls- and it only took them 7 seasons to try it! i guess now that they're solidly in a stage of mutual non-antagonistic attraction, this is a valid technique.

she would like to talk to his friends rather than assume this is the work of any poltergeists. even if mulder says they are drawn to the turmoil of adolescence. which is a crazy sentence, btw. need to know what went down in his teen years to prompt that sort of assessment.

the girl who left tony's cell a few minutes earlier is taking a test- and max, who was also at the murder- rolls up with one minute left in the midterm, saying he can take it that quick. is he seriously going to display his powers in front of the class…? he is NOT SMART FOR THIS.

“i don’t care who your father is. you fail my test, it sticks” <- AHA! so his dad has to be the sheriff… or someone of equal importance.

he takes the pencil and paper, and before he can even sit down, he turns back around, handing in the completed test. max tells the teacher to check it, and he got a 100. weird kid. i would probably just assume he snuck in his office and memorized the answer key, tbh.

the agents are waiting for the girl- who is named chastity- outside the classroom. she declares that tony does not have it in him to kill a cop. but max comes in and says she doesn’t have to talk to them. 

AHA! he IS the sheriff’s kid. AND HE SAYS SCULLY WAS “A BETTY” BACK IN THE DAY... OHHHH MY GOD. this kid is EVIL.

("back in the day" is so vile, i can't stop thinking about it. jail to the writers for that line)

scully gets a call. the murder weapon is gone. hmm! the sheriff seems to have no idea where it went. mulder found something on the floor at the scene.

he wants to know if it was there before. obviously no one knows, because it seems to be some random floor junk.

the sheriff shows them the tape and asks for their help- hmm, okay. don't act like you don’t know what is going on. he has to know it's his son doing this shit!

and mulder takes the remote. he’s flicking through the scenes. and he sees a big flash! like something running in.

tony comes home. his mom wants to know what happened and he swears he didn’t do it. and that there is nothing more to his story. she asks if max is involved. ohhh, so she must know something… are they like, his new friends in town or something?

BAHAHA, okay the MINUTE i typed that, he yells “mom, they’re the only friends i HAVE” so yes. yeah. safe to say that is the case. she says he is DONE seeing them. ohhh, she says he’s doing so well, but he asks how she would know- she's never there- OH! he got her ass. 

i cannot place her accent. the kid just wants to go to sleep! but something is tapping at his window. it’s max! he leaves with him. whyyyyy does he do this? 

tony is mad as fuck. max stole this guy’s car and a cop is dead. and he floors it. then he vanishes!!!!!!!! and the car crashes into a pole!!!!! so tony was behind the wheel when it crashes!!! noooo!! tony!!!

but he’s okay!!! max pulled him out before the crash!!! “i’m gonna make you one of us… but i call the shots. always remember that” <- LEAVE HIM ALONE. this power dynamic is weird af

chuck is here in the basement office to look at the weird frame on the tape. and i remember chuck this time! scully sits on the desk with her back to the camera. it is very charming.

chuck says it is NOT spiritual activity- no light streaks or auras are visible. LMAO, the closest thing he could find for the shape of the silhouette “was a soviet akula-class submarine” BAHAHA “i think we can rule that out” <- and that's coming from a navy brat so you can ESPECIALLY trust her judgement!

chuck is gonna check some colors.. and it looks like…. a heat signature, maybe?

poor tony, back at school. going to talk to chastity. “everyone’s looking at me like i’m a criminal!” “i’m not” oh... is there some subtext here?

but she says he is too late for second thoughts. 

tony takes a seat, and everyone stares at him. max says that if they wanna look at anyone, they can look at him. hmm. is he trying to be a friend but just supremely bad at it?

ohhh, despite getting all of the questions right on the midterm, the teacher failed max. he says he knows he cheated, even if he doesn’t know how, and he won’t tolerate it. max gets up and walks away. 

tony asks chastity how he can get out of this- but she says she doesn’t know. “i can’t even help myself” oh... this poor girl…..

in the lunchroom, the teacher trips on something invisible!! max stands and watches as he picks all his stuff up. and then he beats him up in a split second. and throws a table at him through the wall???????? and then a chair!!!

scully is here to investigate. oh gosh. the teacher got smashed like a tomato. mulder thinks max did it- he had the motive. and his grades and behavior have been changing- the grades going up, the behavior getting worse.

LMAO, scully is (very gently) explaining that yeah, mulder, that’s what teenagers do: change. their chemistry is wack and there's drugs and bullying all about. but what if it made him able to smash stuff?

mulder is convinced his theory will soon be proven, which is kind of amusing- he just needs to talk to max- but max collapsed in the parking lot. hmm. maybe going super speed takes it out of him?? 

tony goes to find chastity, but she says that the less he knows, the better. and she drives off into the woods. but tony followed her!!!! where is she going……?

i just noticed she has a panthers jacket on for her school, but added tape so it reads "panthers suck". queen.

she’s running into some sort of a clearing in the woods. he finds a cave with billowing smoke. there’s a beam of light coming in through the top. he steps inside… and his body starts twitching. moving super fast. okay then!

the sheriff is mad as fuck that the agents came to visit max in the hospital with “no candy” and “no flowers” and want to question him, LMAO. mulder lets him have it right away. scully looks at his charts. exertion and withdrawal!!! CLOCK HIS TEA!!!

this gets the sheriff’s attention. mulder thinks it’s withdrawal from the rush of using the powers. scully says he’s getting worse and they can’t help him unless he tells them what the fuck is going on. 

sheriff leans in and asks if any of this is true……. they ask to talk to him outside.

he will not let them search his house, though. scully says they should track down the missing test results…. and in walks chastity. 

LMAOOO, scully is such a fucking nerd. “hot off the presses”, she says as she pins up some brain scans from max. he has cerebral lesions, arthritis, stress fractures, muscle and ligament micro-tears.

“what would cause this?” “in a teenager? i can’t even imagine. this is the kind of thing that you’d see in someone who’s crashed race cars or played pro football for ten years” oooooo….

i like when she identifies medical problems. it makes my heart skip beats. she says that whatever he is doing, it is killing him.

chastity breaks into his hospital room… and then disappears before the nurse can see her. but she’s back! what is afoot?

the agents find muck on max's shoes. mulder thinks that his speed is tearing him apart! the nurse comes in to ask for help…. bro is gone. 

chastity asks him to stop hurting people. but he doesn’t want to go back to things standing still- and he says that she can’t either.

tony stumbles out of the cave, saying it was a rush to move fast. he confesses to following her. he wants to go to the cops. but she tells him max is out. 

the sheriff comes home….. climbs up the stairs. enters his son’s room. finds a ton of shoes. AND THE MURDER WEAPON!!!

he hears someone come in the house, but can’t see anything. and the door slams shut. and max comes out of thin air! holding the flashlight! and then he attacks his dad!!!!

BUT IN BURSTS TONY!!! with a gun to max’s head!!!! my boy tony saves the day!!!

the sheriff is being brought into the hospital. “yo, scully”, mulder calls out, which is amusing to me. someone must be standing up to max. and scully says it has to be tony. 

chastity is driving tony to the cave, saying max was slowing down, and let tony stop him.  if he beats them to the cave, it’s over. he trips and falls as they run in. but chastity is laying on the ground when he gets in there!! 

max is here!!! he killed her!!! and then he attacks tony next!! steals the gun!!!

but chastity isn’t dead!!!! she picks up the gun and shoots max!!! and then steps in front of the bullet! 

this happens just as the agents arrive!! and they find chastity dying in tony’s arms. he’s crying. 

poor tony……. he’s in a hospital bed with his mother. scully is looking in. mulder says they didn’t find anything in the cave. it's a somber moment.

LMAO, mulder thinks that maybe they’re too old for the powers to work on them. LOOK AT HER FACEEEEE, BAHAHA “well, that’s doubtful. but no more so than any other theory. i mean, it’s worth checking out” <- BAHAHAAAAA 

she said well, probably not. BUT! who knows? so funny to watch her though process there.

alas, they cannot check it out. the town filled up the cave with concrete. 

poor tony is not enjoying everything being slow again. and thus concludes the episode.

aww. i feel bad for tony.

god. i’m in my MSR feels. the GIGGLING this episode! “maybe we’re too old” :( and scully defending tony…… i’m emo.

i'll say it: i need to see them with a teenager of their own. 

this episode wanted to emphasize that they aren't young anymore. which i disagree with, but also understand where they're coming from. 7 years or so of dancing around their feelings for each other. at some point, it has to get tiring. personally, i could have lasted 2 years, tops, before i have the "what are we" talk. for them, the whole "settling down" thing must look more and more tempting... especially after mulder's weird alternate life...

(even if, of course, there would be great issues with this in execution. can you imagine? "byers, so sorry to call, but could you please watch the kid? there's an abduction victim autopsy that need to get done stat, and i'm currently in canada collecting ectoplasm" and byers is like "i'm quite literally breaking into a top secret defense committee meeting right now. but okay. i will come over and teach your child basic hacking skills")

ah, they’re not old. how old are they in s7? i can’t do math. scully’s what, like 35? you know, i never calculated how much older he is than her. because math is not my strong suit. 

(wipes away tears in my eyes) my sweethearts 🥲

it is possible for grown adult fictional characters to be my special sweethearts. don't question it.

ah. put the big fancy FBI agents in the high school for a case, and let them reminisce on youth. i do wonder what they were like in high school and university quite a bit. i don't think we'll ever get answers, but i wonder very often.

did they play sports? or take music lessons? did they have friend groups? were they in clubs?

i assume that they both took all AP classes and that scully graduated at least one year early. possibly 2. but i like to think that she had at least 2 or 3 years of high school. even if the timeline is wack and makes no sense. let her have prom. "marcus was the love of my 12th grade life", she said.

mulder mentioned playing baseball, so i imagine he did that in high school and wasn't just referring to vaguely playing baseball as a child (although i am sure that also happened). but come on. that man also has theatre kid energy. look at him. i wonder if he was deeply alone and alienated in high school and already had his spooky reputation, or if he got along well with his teammates. or possibly both.

you might not think that these things are consequential, but all of this information would be fascinating to know! feel free to share any headcanons if you have 'em. and also just any thoughts on the episode in general. as always!

other thoughts... max was not a nice guy at all. 

i don’t really have much else to add, tbh. there wasn’t a ton of super heavy agent time here. they just seemed really comfy with each other and relaxed. and it was enjoyable. scully trying to point out that teenagers do, in fact, change, was very amusing to me. 

my king tony is gonna be having super speed withdrawals forever which is NOT fun for him.

not a bad episode at all! it was more focused on the new characters it introduced us to than our own agents, but that happens sometimes. it’s not always a bad thing- sometimes it can be nice to go down a little side quest with a guy we will never see again. of course, i prefer agent time. but i understand that we cannot have it all of the time. it left me with much to ponder about their childhoods, which is also fun. 

[spiritedstars]

Boner for You [Elorcan]

Prompt: Fake Dating College AU where Lorcan just wants Elide to be his girlfriend for a party and Elide wants to pretend she isn’t thrilled about it. |

Genre: Fluff/Humor Rating: SFW despite the title lol. Recommended listen: Born by OneRepublic Author’s note: Inspired by this gifset here. I saw it and it screamed Elorcan. I just had to find a way to fit it in and what better way than fake dating?

She stood scowling, rooted in her spot.

If it was up to her, she would stay rooted to this spot forever rather than step into that frat party and have to embarrass herself for him.

Elide’s eyes shifted up to glare at Lorcan who was glancing down at her with a smirk.

“Scared?”

“No.” she scoffed. “More annoyed with myself for letting you put me in this position.”

He grinned at her and brought an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closely into him. “Now now, you agreed on your own. All I did was ask.”

“Desperately.” Elide gritted out and his grin widened.  “You asked very desperately.”

“And then you agreed to come to this party with me.” He said, leaning down to meet her gaze. His smile was wicked and Elide wanted to reach up and choke him. “You agreed to come with me to the party and be my girlfriend so that my ex would leave me alone.”

“Pretend. I am pretending to be your girlfriend.” Elide emphasized then pointed at him with narrowed eyes. “And what if your crazy ex-girlfriend decides to turn her crazy on me, hm? What happens then?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you, kitten.” he replied, his voice low and he playfully tried to bite her finger which she retracted immediately with a growl.

“I’m not your kitten. Don’t call me that.”

“I didn’t say my kitten but I see how you like the possessiveness of the term.” he replied, grinning at her and she scowled again. “I’ll make sure to call you that in front of people so that they know what my girlfriend likes.”

“I’m going to punch you in the face if you don’t stop.”

“You can’t reach my face, kitten.”

Elide pulled away from his arm and used every bit of strength she had to yank him down by the front of his shirt until they were inches apart.

“Yes, I can.” she replied, glaring. “Don’t push your damn luck, Salvaterre.”

“Feisty. I’m hella turned on right now.” he said, grinning obnoxiously and Elide nearly did punched him right then and there.

“Lorcan.”

“Elide.”

“I hate you.”

“Yet, you’re still here.”

Elide groaned and shot him another glare then pointedly gestured towards the door. “Let’s get this over with, you giant barbarian.”

It had been so stupid of her. So stupid.

Did she know that this would happen when she agreed to tutor his stupid ass in their Calculus course? No.

Did she think she would start crushing on this giant jock with a handsome face and really nice body while she was tutoring him? Definitely not.

Despite how annoying he was now, Lorcan was actually a good student. So when he spent the majority of their last lesson completely zoned out, she snapped at him until he confessed. He had caught her completely off guard when he asked her to go with him to a party that Fenrys was hosting. She had gotten invited alongside all her friends but hadn’t planned on going — she had even forgotten about the whole thing, until he asked.

It had taken every ounce of willpower in her not to blush and not to get too happy about it.

-Two days ago-

“Why?”

“Why what?” he had asked her confused.

“Why are you asking me?”

He shrugged. “I need someone to play my girlfriend for the party.”

“And you thought of me?”

“Yeah.” he had replied. “You’re smart and hot. Plus you're tiny and it makes me look bigger than I already am.”

Her expression flattened. “So you want me to go with you because I help inflate your ego?”

“Yup.” he smirked.

She squinted at him then said, “No.”

“Come on,” he insisted, attempting a pleading look. “I know your friends are going and it’ll be fun.”

“You think I want my friends to see me pretending to be your girlfriend?”

“They’d love it.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“What if I told you it was because my ex was there and I really don’t want to deal with her?” he asked and Elide pursed her lips at what seemed to be a genuine expression. As if Lorcan Salvaterre couldn’t handle his ex-girlfriend.

“So you want me to play buffer between you and your ex?”

“No. When she sees you with me, she won’t approach at all.”

Elide snorted. “I doubt Maeve will be intimidated by me at all, if that’s what you’re hoping for.”

“Oh, Maeve will never see you coming. She’ll be too shocked.” Lorcan replied with a small smile.

“Shocked that you’ll stoop low enough to date a girl like me?” she asked, glowering at him.

“Shocked that a beautiful, smart girl like you would even look at a guy like me.” he corrected with a grin and Elide had wanted to punch herself for blushing.

“Well...there’s so much of you, you’re not exactly hard to miss.” she muttered, intensely gazing at her textbook. “Giant beefcake.”

Lorcan burst out laughing at that and Elide shot him a dirty look.

“If you haven’t already put that as my name on your contact list, please change it to that.” he said after it took him a few minutes to calm himself in which Elide thought of multiple ways to stab him to death with her pencil.

“I already have you down as ‘Annoying asshole’. I think it suits you better.” she huffed and he smirked at her.

“Fair enough.” he had replied, leaning closer to her. “So will you go with me? I’d be honored to have you as my pretend girlfriend.”

After a few moments of silence, she had finally agreed, on the condition that no intimate gestures would take place.

He laughed for another ten minutes at that and then Elide almost really did stab him with her pencil.

~

Currently, Elide wished she had stabbed him just to avoid stepping into this jungle.

Music was blaring, people were drunk all over the place, not to mention all over each other. Elide grimaced slightly. Lorcan’s gaze fell on her expression and he smirked before turning back to face the hallway, maneuvering them through the bodies.

“So which room do you want to start in first?”

“We will not be going into any rooms at all.” she snarled. “Open spaces only.”

Lorcan turned suddenly, causing Elide to crash into him. She staggered for a moment but Lorcan’s arm easily came around her waist, holding her tight against his chest. “Why? You’ve been in a room alone with me before, Elide.”

“That was the library. We’re never really alone in there.” she said, her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at him with flushed cheeks. “I already told you no funny business!”

Lorcan laughed and brought his face down to the crook of her neck, nuzzling his nose there before moving to her ear and speaking quietly, “Trust me, Elide. Business between us would be anything but funny.”

Her whole body heated at his words as he pulled away with another one of his wicked smiles and Elide let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding.

“You giant animal.” she hissed and he snickered.

“You know kitten, you keep mentioning how much of a giant I am.” he purred. “I’m starting to think you’re hella attracted to how much of me there is. You like that I dwarf you, don’t you?”

Elide could almost feel the steam coming out of her ears as she glared at him but he only laughed and winked at her.

She wanted to run at him and pound his face in. Elide was well aware he was making fun of her and yeah she was attracted to him because he was really handsome. And tall. And beefy. She did like that he dwarfed her. In her low moments, she often wondered what it would be like to actually have his giant body on hers.

Despite how annoying he was, she had to admit, he had charmed her in one way or another. The time they spent together working on calculus was ridiculous and he infuriated her to no end. But then he also brought her a cup of coffee and a snack for every tutoring session. He pissed her off but he made her laugh too. Lorcan was nice to her, even when he was being annoying.

Sighing, she followed him. Elide would play his girlfriend. Maybe she’d enjoy it. In fact, maybe she’d be the one to surprise him. With a determined expression on her face, she followed where Lorcan was now heading towards his friends.

What Elide didn’t know was that Lorcan was giddy as hell on the inside. He had taken a risk asking her that day but he’ll be damned if he didn’t at least try with her. This wasn’t about Maeve at all. That bitch wasn’t even at the party but Lorcan was willing to use her as an excuse if only to get Elide to come with him. Tutoring had been the first excuse so he could get her number. He was crushing on this tiny girl so badly, it made Lorcan want to dig a hole and die in it. She was too good for him. Way too pure. But he saw the way she looked at him sometimes. And he saw the way she blushed at the things he said and that had given him hope. Also, it gave his imagination a lot to work with.

“Elide! You CAME!” Fenrys half screamed, already drunk. He came and threw himself on her and Elide yelped at his weight.

“Hi, Fenrys.” she choked out and Lorcan quickly yanked his giggling friend off Elide.

“Don’t crush my girlfriend. I haven’t tortured her enough yet.”

Elide shot him a glare and Fenrys let out a loud gasp.

“YOU GUYS ARE DATING?”

“Yup.” Lorcan replied, grinning obnoxiously at Elide, the glare still in his direction.

“Nope.”  She countered and Lorcan raised a brow.

“SINCE WHEN? UGH FINALLY LORCAN.” Fenrys continued, leaning against the wall for support and it was Elide’s turn to raise a brow.

“Finally?” Elide asked and Lorcan smirked.

“Don’t worry about it, kitten.”

Elide narrowed her eyes then broke out into a devilish smile. She leaned closer into Lorcan, bringing an arm around his waist. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’ve been pining over me all this time.” she said and it was Lorcan’s turn to narrow his eyes at her. “If I didn’t know you were truly clueless at calculus, I’d think it was an excuse to spend time with me...babe.”

Lorcan blinked and prayed his body wouldn’t betray him because Elide was touching him all on her own and he felt that death was near. Her delicate hands were on his body and he felt both blessed and cursed. Fenrys giggled drunkenly.

“SHE CALLED YOU BABE. AW SHIT. YOU’RE IN DEEP LORCAN.”

“Is he now?” Elide asked, looking over at Fenrys. “Do tell.”

“Shut up, Fenrys.”  Lorcan snarled softly and Elide’s mischievous grin returned.

“Oh please, Fenrys, tell me.”

“PFFT, HE’S HAD A BONER FOR YOU FOR LIKE — MONTHS NOW.”

“Does he now?” Elide asked sweetly, lifting her eyes to meet Lorcan’s, pulling away from him and he scowled at her.

“YEAH. LIKE — HE NEVER SHUTS UP ABOUT YOU. HE ALWAYS STARES AT YOU LIKE A CREEP.”

Fenrys clearly wanted to die today. Lorcan’s scowl deepened but it was mixed with a slight panic and he bopped his friend on the side of his head causing Fenrys to yelp in return. He wanted to tell Elide he liked her. But not like this and certainly not through Fenrys.

“He’s drunk. Don’t flatter yourself and believe him.” Lorcan muttered to her, attempting the bravado he had when they first came in.

Elide blinked, her lips forming a small pout and she saw his eyes flash for a moment. “Well, geez, relax beefy.” she said quietly. “I already know you wouldn’t stoop for a girl like me. You’re the one who insisted I come with you.”

“That’s not what I meant.” he quickly amended and surprise colored Elide’s face at the red staining his cheeks. “I just — don’t listen to Fenrys — he’s being stupid —”

Elide waved a hand and cut him off, trying not to let the way her heart dropped at his words show in her expression. “Don’t worry about it. You should go get your girlfriend a drink.” she said, looking anywhere but him. “I’m going to need several if I have to keep pretending to like you.”

She could’ve swore hurt, then regret, flashed in his eyes before he reluctantly left her side to find the drinks. Elide watched him as he left and let out a sigh then her eyes scanned the room for any of her other friends.

“You know — hiccup — he really does like you.” Fenrys said, still rubbing the spot where Lorcan hit him. Elide turned to him with a raised brow.

“Does he now?”

Fenrys nodded then winced, rubbing his head again. “He just has a s-shitty way of showing it.” he slurred softly. “Maeve was a manipulative b-bitch. She totally — hiccup — fucked him up.”

Elide’s eyebrows furrowed and a small frown came on her face. Maybe Fenrys was right but that was certainly too much to hope for. Sure, he flirted with her nonstop and she had been attracted to him but Elide wasn’t really experienced and he most certainly was and —

“You’re overthinking it, t-tiny one.” Fenrys said with a drunk chuckle. “I can see it on your pretty face.”

Elide rolled her eyes but her cheeks heated nonetheless. “You’re drunk. You don’t even know what you’re saying right now.”

“Listen, I’m drunk cupid.” he said with a hiccup. “You got a b-boner for him like he has one for you. Just DO IT.”

Elide winced as he yelled the last two words, the blush deepening on her face before she waved Fenrys off. “Stop it. If he comes back just tell him I went to find the girls.”

“When you guys bone, I w-want a gift in exchange for this encouragement!” he called out after her and she flipped him off, causing him to laugh.

Elide’s eyes took in the mess of the room around her. People making out, people dancing, people laughing and drinking. She really wasn’t big on parties so she only came from time to time and each time, she was sure it would be her last.

“Well, it certainly isn’t a Fenrys party unless he’s getting flipped off by multiple people.” Aelin’s voice came from behind her and she turned with a wide grin to find her close friend.

“There you are! I was just starting to look for you and the girls!” Elide said, hugging her. “Where are they?”

“Manon and Dorian ran off doing things I don’t want to think about and Lysandra is kicking Aedion’s ass at beer pong.” Aelin replied with a laugh and Elide grinned.

“What about you and Rowan? I’m surprised you’re not all over each other at the moment.” she teased and Aelin gave her a smirk.

“We break up our intense make-outs and inappropriate touching into sessions so we don’t miss the party. You missed the first two times.” she replied with a nonchalance shrug and Elide burst out laughing.

“I’ll try to avoid any further sessions, thanks.” Elide said with an eye roll, her eyes scanning the room again, and fell on a current arm wrestling match going on between Rowan and Gavriel. Her eyes fell on the hulking figure of Lorcan intensely cheering the two on, the drink he was supposed to be getting her still in his hands.

“Forget about me...what about you?” Aelin asked and her tone made Elide meet her gaze. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“What do you mean?”

Elide knew what she meant. Her cheeks heating on their own indicated she knew exactly what Aelin was asking and the way Aelin’s smirked at her made Elide want to run from this stupid party.

“You walking in with Lorcan? Lorcan having his hands all over you when you first came in? His face buried in your neck? You having your hands all over him moments ago? Fenrys screaming something about boners and for you two to just do it?” Aelin rattled off and Elide groaned. “I mean, Elide, when were you going to tell me you guys were boning? Everyone has been taking bets on how long it’ll take for the two of you to go for it.”

Elide’s expression turned to horror and Aelin started laughing hysterically. “I-It’s not like that!” Elide quickly explained, her face burning. “I — we — it’s not like that! I’m just pretending to be his girlfriend! I’m doing him a favor!”

“Elide, Elide, Elide.” Aelin tutted, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “I may dislike Lorcan because he’s an annoying pig, but the heart wants what it wants. I will support you. And cut his balls off if he does anything stupid.”

Elide was about to protest again but Aelin pulled away to give her a look and she let her eyes wander back to where Lorcan was.  As if feeling her gaze, his eyes flickered to hers and Elide tried not to let his expression unnerve her. She braced herself as he started walking towards her and slowly handed her a drink.

“Sorry. I got distracted.” he said quietly and Elide took the drink, their fingers brushing as they had many times during their tutoring sessions. She curled a loose strand of hair behind her ear and gave him a thin smile.

“It’s fine. You guys look like you’re having fun.”

“Yeah.” he replied and his free hand came up to rub on the back of his neck. He shot Aelin a look before looking back at Elide and leaned closer to her. “I’m sorry. About earlier too. I didn’t mean what I said.”

She raised a brow at him. Lorcan’s expression was that of a scolded child. She almost laughed.

“It’s fine.” she repeated. “I get it. Fenrys riles up everyone.”

Lorcan chuckled then his expression turned serious again as if weighing his next words carefully. His eyes flashed to Aelin again but Aelin only crossed her arms, rooted to her spot and watched earnestly. Lorcan scowled and Elide bit back a smile then brought a hand to his chin, bringing his attention back to hers.

“What’s wrong?” she asked and Lorcan’s jaw clenched when she pulled her hand away. Elide had no idea what was going on in his mind but his eyes gave away to the hurricane which were his emotions. He cleared his throat and took a step back, taking the drink he had handed her moments ago then finished the entire cup in one go.

“I just wanted to say…” he began, then licked his lips. “Fenrys wasn’t wrong. He’s...he’s right.”

Elide blinked, looking between her empty hand and his earnest face. “W-what?”

“He’s right. I do. You know.” he said and Elide saw color heat his cheeks as he waved his hand, looking anywhere but at her. “Have a boner for you or whatever.”

Her eyebrows shot up as Aelin snorted behind her but the two ignored her.

“What I meant — I mean — that isn’t how —” Lorcan growled then stopped himself, crushing the empty plastic cup in his hand. He cleared his throat and then locked eyes with her. “I like you. I’ve liked you for a while. It doesn’t mean you have to do anything about it. I’m just — I’m being upfront with you.”

Elide stared at him. She heard the words he was saying but she wasn’t sure she could comprehend it. Lorcan watched her expression of shock and swallowed.

“So uh. You don’t have to pretend to be my girlfriend anymore. Maeve was just an excuse for me to ask you to the party.” he said and gave her an embarrassed smile. “I uh...I’m just going to go. Have fun with the girls.”

Elide blinked again and watched him go. Her body lurched forward after him but then she paused, turning to Aelin with a dumbfounded expression.

“Did he just ��?”

“Yup.”

“Does he really —?”

“Yup.”

Elide’s whole body flushed and Aelin burst into giggles.

“I can’t believe he actually likes me.” she mumbled and Aelin squinted at her.

“Why wouldn’t he? You’re amazing, El.”

Elide shook her head. “I just...never thought I was his type.”

“You are very much his type.” Aelin confirmed and Elide looked at her curiously. “He’s whined to Rowan about you before when he doesn’t think I’m around. Jokes on him, Rowan tells me everything anyways.”

Elide’s cheeks flushed and she bit her lip. “So...so this is real? He isn’t...playing a game or anything?”

Aelin shook her head with a smile. “Definitely not. He knows you’re the real deal.” she said and Elide’s eyes flickered back to where Lorcan had returned to an even more intense arm wrestling match than before. He was seated in the place of Rowan, giving his opponent a menacing look as they got ready to go.

Elide watched him. She watched the curve of his body as he sat, barely putting in any effort to knock his opponent down. The corner of her lip went up when he started sniggering at the poor fellow clenching his arm and at the two who took his place. Idiots. She thought. He was a giant beast, none of them would actually be able to beat him.

“Jeez, Elide. Get a damn room.” Aelin said with a snort. Elide shot her a look.

“That’s rich coming from you.”

Aelin grinned. “Maybe. But at least I’m usually in his lap when I stare at Rowan like that.” she said then gently pushed Elide. “You should probably move along if you would like the same fate.”

“You think he’s annoying.” she said incredulously.

“Yes, he is and I would love to stab him if pulls anything.” Aelin said and then shrugged. “But he's not a total loser. What can I say? I’m a sucker for love.”

Elide blushed then bit her lip. He had been upfront with her. Maybe it was time she returned the favor.

Taking one last look at Aelin, Elide moved. She weaved her way through the bodies, her eyes locked on Lorcan and his bulging muscles that easily knocked over the two opponents across from him. She watched him laugh at his success but the laugh quickly died in his throat when Elide slid into the seat across from him.

She heard the murmur of confusion that her move had caused but her eyes were locked on the male across from her as he gazed at her with a raised brow.

Elide rested her elbow on the table and held her hand up, in position for the silly arm wrestling game he’d been playing. She gestured with her chin to his arm and with a tilt of his head, he slowly reached out to clasp his palm in hers.

“What are you doing?”

“Did you mean what you said?” she asked quietly, her heart racing at their linked palms. She really did like how his hand completely enveloped hers.

Lorcan held her gaze and she saw the sincerity in them when he answered. “Yes.”

“You have a boner for me then?” she asked with a small smile and his lips twitched.

“I do. A big boner.” he replied, a grin spreading on his face now. “Both emotionally and physically.”

“That’s good.” she said and leaned her body across the table, planting a quick kiss on his lips. His eyes widened in surprise and Elide took that moment to bring his arm down, giving her a cheater’s win in the arm wrestling match. “Because I have a boner for you too.”

At that moment, with him gaping at her stupidly, it felt like the rest of that room had vanished. It was just the two of them and a thrill rushed through her body. Lorcan stared at her for a few seconds before his head leaned back and he barked out a loud laugh.

Cheeks burning, Elide pulled back with a grin of her own.

“You owe me a date, Salvaterre. I expect you to deliver.”

He leaned back in his chair and gave her a look that made heat flood low in her belly. Oh, how she hated him.

“I owe you several dates and I plan to deliver on every single one of them.” he replied smoothly.

“Don’t expect me to go any easier on you during our tutoring though. I’m a dedicated instructor.” she said and leaned against the table, crossing her arms over her chest. His eyes lingered there a little too long before meeting her gaze and leaning forward against the table as well.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from my girlfriend.”

“Actual girlfriend now, huh?”

“Mm. This plays into so many of my fantasies.”

“Does it now?”

“I’ve been a very bad student, kitten.”

“I honestly cannot stand you.” she replied incredulously, but the knowing grin he gave her had her toes curling and cheeks burning again. He held his palm open to her.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asked quietly and she slipped her hand into his. She really liked how much he dwarfed her.

“I most definitely do.”

[storkmuffin]

Insomnia kicking my ass so I scroll tumblr.

A nazi salute at the American inauguration in DC. I’ve lived there. German newspapers trying to do the right thing by borrowing from Gertrude Stein except they had to substitute Hitlergruß for roses. I lived there but now I can’t speak German anymore. Losing a whole language feels exceptionally careless. LA was an inferno and now it is ashes. I’ve lived there. It snowed in Pensacola FL. I’ve lived in Southern Florida. This is terrifying. Why don’t people understand hell froze over. Auguries and such. This is such a pity bc I really like America and Americans. I also really like my life and it’s so dependent on America not having hell freeze over.

I reblogged many gifsets of a movie about the Catholic Church that I’ve never watched but feel like I’ve seen now. Did it even come out in Korea? Conclave has Ralph Fiennes and Isabella Rossellini and Stanley Tucci who are all looking their age which makes me sad bc I want these artists to never die. How do people make these fantastic gifs where they overlay the text of the screenplay over images of the film?? Also I forgot to add The English Patient and Julie and Julia to my essential movies recommendation list. Oopsie.

So many kpop gifs and images of groups and Idols I don’t know that make me feel like Saint -Exupery’s Little Prince when he finds the field of roses. They look so similar to the faces that are precious to me and are doing exactly the same moves in more or less the same costumes. It’s the time I’ve spent on my ros(es) that makes it / them special. So true. Seeing these is a good antidote to excessive parasocial self conditioning too. Every ballet company does the Nutcracker every year. The dancers change but the dance doesn’t.

Some of these idols I don’t know aren’t even trying to seem a little bit straight. The fact that Korean gays and lesbians exists in performance and in fiction in Korea but never ever in polite society makes my autistic ass feel so suffocated in sympathy bc this is how we deal with what we don’t like. We smother it with a stony silence. We shun. Shunning is actually violence. It makes people kill themselves, eventually. Instead of a victimless crime it’s s a perpetratorless crime. A dead body exists but no one is a murderer. Fear of being shunned made Lee Sun Kyun kill himself.

I should stop writing this bc I’ve reached the edge of the spiral into morbid musings inevitable in an insomniac night.

[ciaossu-imagines]

Heyo, it’s the drunk anon from last night! The hangover is. Not great. But nothing ibuprofen, chicken dumpling soup, and a soft blanket can’t fix.

Anyways, yes, I believe the apothecary diaries is on Crunchyroll. The main character is extremely autistic which is always a great trait for a character to have. She’s a poison taster for a royal concubine and is such a weird little freak that she poisons herself on purpose because she likes the flavors. She keeps solving mysteries in the palace and then goes “but that’s none of my business” and focuses on what’s important: harvesting toxic herbs and making illicit pharmaceuticals.

The male lead is great too. He’s been worshipped for his good looks his whole life and when he meets the MC he annoys her and is like “she glared at me like I was a bug and I got so hard I blacked out.”

Well hello again, my lovely! I'm sorry to hear about the hangover, but all those things sound wonderful and I'm glad you're treating yourself well. Ibuprofen is god in the case of hangovers and chicken dumpling soup sounds delicious 😋

Someone else did let me know it was on Crunchyroll so I fast tracked over to the app and put it on my watchlist there so I'm definitely going to check it out at some point. Thanks so much for the recommendation 💜 It sounds even better now because the main character sounds a little hilarious, like I'll laugh at her antics more often than not and find her really endearing. I love that she makes illicit pharmaceuticals - sounds like my type of gal. And I've seen gifsets of her and the male lead and I've found myself often wondering if they're in a relationship and she's just done with his crap at that moment or if she just is so over him in general, which is part of what made me so interested in the show. He sounds so interesting and I'm excited to give the show a try when I get the time!!

[golden28s]

Totally optional, fun Gallavich questions ☀️🌙

thanks for tagging me to the coolest person @callivich 💖

What’s a fic you’ve read more than once? i havent read that many gallavich fanfics since i watched the show in like april BUT im loving Africa and ill probably read it once it's finished

What’s a gifset you always have to reblog? s7 gifsets are really person to me but also maybe s10 and s11 because they reached the peak of softness

What’s a headcanon you can’t stop thinking about? maybe that ian would tell mickey "i told you so" when they become parents and mickey turns out to be an absolute incredible dad that will play, sing, dance anything with his children.

What’s a fanart you love looking at? maybe @gallavichonly @heymrspatel and i accept recommendations btw id love to see more fanart

What’s an idea you’d love to create if you had the time/inspiration? id probably write like a series of one shots based on taylor swift songs

What’s something you’ve discovered since entering this fandom? A new trope you love? A different analysis of the show? Something else? i think that not judging characters, like always be aware of their circumstances and what made them do or say that and that might not justify them but it explains their thought process, it explains why and gives them some sort of humanity to their mistakes idk if this makes sense but yeah that, don't judge a character too soon, try to understand them.

What’s an underrated trope or concept you’d like to see more of? the secret dating, we know they secretly dated and stuff but i feel like it's actually a really fun concept to play with despite their circumstances in the show, it gives you so many possibilities.

What’s your favourite season? And has this changed after multiple rewatches of the show? the early seasons have special place in my heart, so s4-5 and i think gallavich totally saved s7, i love that part of the season

What’s a plot hole you wish had been answered or resolved? i would've loved to see ian healing from the grooming and realizing it was grooming, it would've been nice for the character to heal old wounds and start fresh a new life with mickey in a new neighborhood ready to create new memories

What scene or moment do you feel isn’t discussed enough? the just wondering if we're a couple or not scene, we definitely should discuss more the fact that mickey answered too quickly, he absolutely had been calling ian boyfriend in his head

What line/dialogue/description from something else (a poem, a book, a tv show, a movie, or something else) do you feel describes Ian and Mickey’s relationship? im gonna quote noel fisher and as he said: "Ian's been that kind of guiding angel for Mickey so he's going to have to turn into a pretty much kind of a protective angel for Ian"

What do you think is next for Ian and Mickey post-finale? i think they're gonna learn to communicate even more, they were in really good path already. i think the writers didn't have much faith in them in that aspect but the conversation they have in s11 about going back or not to the new neighborhood made evident that they can communicate, they listen to each other and understand the reasons, each other's feelings. so yeah, i think they're gonna get even better at that and also they're not gonna wait that much to become parents. i think they eventually will find new jobs, ian will have his tomatoes and mickey will adore looking at him doing his thing every sunday morning. i really really think they finally found their peace, their home and are gonna be very very happy and disgustingly in love forever because they're also hopeless romantic and want that so bad.

im gonna tag a few people and as always feel free to do it or not <3 @lupeloto @mikhailoisbaby @mickeysgaymom @redwiccanrobin @lyricailove @energievie @depressedstressedlemonzest @juliakayyy

[sadgayeddie]

I can’t remember what your username was previously, but I’ve surely been following you for some time and just kind of watching you post about these two dudes. I’m so very curious about them and about 9-1-1, but the show has been running for a good while now and I’ve been on tumblr long enough to be wary of getting into long shows just because I see really compelling gifsets of two blorbos gazing soulfully at each other (looking at you, Supernatural). Is it worth it?

hi!! i've had a few of them! queerdraco, dracomafloy, sextective, consultingflatmates.....and some more! if there's any of them you recognize! 🥰

and to the question: IT IS SO WORTH IT! i didn't even start watching it bc i saw edits of them, i just saw it on disney+ in october (?) and it looked good and i was like oh yeah let's go! and i loved it! (but i also heard something about a gay kiss and it sounded intriguing but i had no idea between which characters)

and honestly, it's kind of a quick watch! the episodes are ~40 mins and some seasons are only 10 eps, and max 18. i've already almost watched it through three times!

i got so invested i had to return to tumblr after YEARS gone after my first watchthrough, just in time for this hiatus between the first part of s8 and the second, and let me just say i have had the TIME OF MY LIFE. i have already gotten to know amazing amazing people.

and if you were here when my blog was all about johnlock, i was definitely a tjlc believer (that johnlock was going to be canon), but all i can say now, having lived through that. buddie is going to be canon. there's no reason they wouldn't.

i think it's definitely worth the watch. and not just for buddie. all of the characters and relationship are so great and there's so much backstory and stuff you get to find out about them through the seasons. you really get to know them! 🥰

[khaoala]

Ok let’s just get this out of the way and once again say FUCK RAKS DAD!!! Go back to your shady business in the woods and leave rak alone! (But also wtf is he doing in the woods??)

Done with that. Done with him.

PAM AND RAK ARE SO FUCKING CUTE I CANT HANDLE IT!!!! Rak losing her train of thought when pam turned to look at her and I felt that!!! Pam unable to once again resist touching raks face I FELT THAT TOO! “We can’t hug while we’re both sitting on this log, but we can hug as you’re walking away because that is more friendlike and not suspicious at all” 👍🏽

CUDDLING. IN. THE. TENT 🫠🫠🫠. Pam was really tap dancing the line between ‘not wanting to pressure rak’ and ‘doing whatever her heart desires’😆. For a second I really thought rak was going to climb over natcha and go back to cuddling.

I don’t really know what it is or how to describe it properly, but when emi/pam tilts her head down slightly and then looks up through her lashes, I melt into a puddle. Like her face during her confession with rak was too much. CURSE YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE EMI! Rak making the first move as pam laid all her cards on the table felt so right since she was the one having doubts about them. Beautiful 🥹😭🫠🥹😭🫠🥹😭😂

Okaaaay what else what else….did other stuff even happen in this ep???? Kidding

Oat and nene this episode had me thinking of that quote from 10 things I hate about you “who needs affection when i have blind hatred”. Keep trying oat, you’ll melt her cold heart eventually and pink fluffy flip flops is a good start!

We can now OFFICIALLY put all our theory’s to bed because nene is definitely the dad’s daughter from a past affair. I do have to laugh because it seems like she just spends her day walking around and stalking that family (but looking good while doing it).

Radom extras

-Our boy kawi is spiraling and i fear what he will do when he sees rak with pam *has ptsd flash backs of great from mate* (i also seem to go back to that guy don’t I?)

-aek is such a goof but also a really good boss. I would love to work at that cafe

-emi needs to stop keeping food between her teeth/lips for a second before it goes in her mouth. Im too weak 🫦

-I know this might be an unpopular opinion but I did not like the way the makeout scene was edited. It was just weird to me like with the black flashes or whatever. You gif’d it, is it just me?? 🤪

((i have a proposition for you since we are now halfway through the show (😭). If I were to find all the timestamps would you be willing to make a 'Pam touching Raks face" pt 1 gifset?))

-🤫

can you imagine being such a huge piece of shit that you can't even remember the face of the woman who stood at the door of your hospital calling you a murderer? yeah, zero conscience, guilt free, stupid asshole . prayer circle for his demise? yes? every saturday in this very blog (shady people love going to the woods to deal their shady business, the piece and quiet being disturbed by their ill deeds).

listen! i thought i was ready for pamrak girlfriends era, but i couldn't even handle them being super sweet in the camping trip. i keep saying this, but the big brown eyes couple really is just the sweetest. the way they look at each other like… GET A GRIP! you're such simps for each other, and you're not even official official. ugh, people in love are disgusting (i had butterflies when rak got completely lost just bc pam looked at her. i'd do the same, rak, can't even judge you).

pam's flirting game is no joke man, because there she is, hugging rak while she's sitting and rak is standing so she has to look up at rak while she rests her head on her, holds her hand when pam hands rak the sponsors product bc oh my, such packaging was never this difficult to open before, and then suddenly using rak as her pillow (it was so funny that rak was clearly annoyed before she pulled the blanket to reveal pam laying in her arm) (and pam was two seconds away from just pulling rak to sleep near her again) (thank god these two got laid in this episode cause you just know rak wouldn't survive a lot longer with the teasing).

i saw someone talk about this and i'm so sorry i can't source it, but they talked about how it would be only right if rak made the first move in the physical relationship bc she was the one feeling guilty so it should be on her own terms and i thought that was so spot on. i really liked how they made pam confess, and rak make the effort to let pam know she wanted that. she kissed pam first, she took pam's shirt first, she laid pam down in her bed. that was a very nice detail.

you say hatred, but let me bring you another perspective. nene knows very well which bar oat owns and even then, even after all the endless flirting and nene's (pretended) annoyance, she decides to go to oat's bar anyway? idk, when i don't like someone, i don't go to the place said person owns and works at. nene likes the attention oat gives her and she's just too much of a edgy girl to admit it just yet.

nene is making good use of that money her donor left her and just spends the day making sure her plan to destroy their lives is on track, serves some amazing looks and drinks a lot by the end of the day. i wonder how they'll tie her distaste for her siblings bc so far, very little effort was made on that end, and we know the kids aren't aware of the extent of their father's shitness.

to your extras

i don't think kawi will be a great 2.0 bc great is unique and if i have to deal with another one of his type i might as well pluck out my eyeballs. i do think though that from all characters, the one that i'm most afraid of doing something extreme to harm himself is kawi. it wouldn't surprise me if kawi offing (or trying) was the way they use to make their dad redeem himself.

aek is rich and he uses his money for good. he has a café that has barely no costumers, makes art and treats his employees well. he's a sweetheart.

emi needs to stop existing so i can be a normal person, but a normal person i don't wanna be if she doesn't exist. my crush on this woman is actually stupid af.

not unpopular at all, that editing in the final scene was messy and not very immersive? it felt like they wanted us to think it was their imagination or a dream. i did gif it but tumblr hates me and hates when i post beautiful people kissing apparently. but i only giffed part of it because again, weird cuts and weird progression too. you can find it in here.

and about your suggestion, i like that a lot! if you're willing to send me the timestamps, i would most gladly do that for us (honestly finding the scenes people'd like to have giffed is always the most difficult part bc i feel i always forget something). but if you're willing, i can most definitely do that.

[sam-loves-seb]

gallavich questions

thanks for the tag (and the questions) @callivich !!

What’s a fic you’ve read more than once? intro to quantum dating by @spoonfulstar, i think i've read it 3 or 4 times now, it's one of my all time favorites

What’s a gifset you always have to reblog? anytime i see a gifset from that one s5 deleted scene, yeah that one, i have to reblog

What’s a headcanon you can’t stop thinking about? i have a very specific headcanon for a tattoo ian gets post-canon for mickey, and i hesitate to even explain it now bc i think one day i do wanna write a fic about him getting it, but whatever--my headcanon is that he gets an M tattooed on his left ring finger and it's a subtle yet sweet nod to his husband. (i could talk about this for 9 hours but i will limit myself and stop here)

What’s a fanart you love looking at? i've spent an obscene amount of time staring at this fanart by @doodlevich it just checks all my boxes (domestic, husbands, fluff, etc.) and it's so well done, i'm obsessed with this pieces

What’s an idea you’d love to create if you had the time/inspiration? listen, i have this idea for a rock band au that lives rent fucking free in my head, and if i can find the time and the inspiration to actually turn these vibes and unorganized plot points into actual words and a coherent story in the new year, then maybe it'll see the light of day in 2024 but no promises. for now, i leave you with this: four milkovich siblings are in a rock band that is rising to success with the launch of their second studio album and subsequent tour, and ian gallagher is lead singer mandy's (fake) boyfriend--at least in the eyes of the public--and he spends some time that summer touring with the band and hooking up with their lead guitarist in secret until the band's manager/father catches wind of what's going on behind closed doors

What’s something you’ve discovered since entering this fandom? A new trope you love? A different analysis of the show? Something else? i've always been a post-canon enthusiast for almost all of my ships, but i think before gallavich i always envisioned them with a very cookie cutter standard american dream family with the house and the careers and the 2.5 kids, which usually fits a lot of my ships, but with gallavich i... don't have that same vision ?? i think they're actually my first ship that i hc more often than not without kids in their post canon life, which is a new vibe for me entirely but i kinda love reading/writing it. idk if that answers the question you asked, but it definitely answered a question

What’s an underrated trope or concept you’d like to see more of? honestly i want more s9/10 prison era gallavich fics (and/or fanart). i think it's a gold mine era with so much untapped potential, and there are very few fics/series/whatever that really get deep with it and get to the good stuff of these two boys who haven't spent any significant time together in years but still love each other like they did way back when

What’s your favourite season? And has this changed after multiple rewatches of the show? it flip-flops for me between s4 and s5, like right now i think it's s5 but idk if i could actually pick one or the other as my absolute favorite

What’s a plot hole you wish had been answered or resolved? i would give my left arm to know how the fuck (and why the fuck) mickey started rolling with his dad again in post-prison s10 era, like in 10x08 he's going to terry for advice on how to protect ian, just for terry to try to kill him again 3 episodes later ??? make it make sense john wells i'm under your bed

What scene or moment do you feel isn’t discussed enough? personally i think the promise ring scene in 10x09 is criminally underrated and not talked about nearly enough, like you don't understand how happy that scene made me (stay with me here) seeing mickey stand up and fight for the future he really wants with ian and not settling for anything less

What line/dialogue/description from something else (a poem, a book, a tv show, a movie, or something else) do you feel describes Ian and Mickey’s relationship? can i do song lyrics? i'm gonna do song lyrics--i've always thought the song godlight by noah kahan was very gallavich, especially the chorus, and especially during s4/5/6 era and it may or may not be a piece of inspiration for my big bang canon divergent fic

What do you think is next for Ian and Mickey post-finale? i think they take a while to really settle into their new place and and make it their own, and it's a bit of an adjustment (for both of them) to fit in with this new crowd and this new environment, but they're learning how to grow and evolve together and at the end of the day that's all that really matters to the both of them

tagging: literally anyone who wants to play bc my brain is tired and i am too tired to try and remember everyone i probably should tag