#climb a. mountain for you and scream my love for you into the world you don’t understand how far I would for you please please please

[trunklewunjle]

He deserves all the attention please let me marry him

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE ATTENTION ON THIS GUY!! AAUUEUE Sobbing so hard, i'm so glad that you guys enjoy him and all the other shenanigans on my page! if my friends haven't heard enough about how overjoyed i am over several things, my brain has definetly not shut up about it! (very positive <3)

Apologies for not posting as much! i am a creature who is stuck within the depths of responsibilities (as well as roleplaying with my friends sbfhf) (everything is great over there) (the world isn't ending over there). I have made a lot of art of this idiot but I'm not sure if I can post a lot of stuff just yet, partially because i accidentally used colors bright and contrasting enough to temporarily burn magenta into my eyes for 15 minutes

needless to say i've been having a good day so far though! have a great day or night too :) ( And to the one person who was talking about, eating the goo on their face (I hope)? I would not recommend it, but I can understand the appeal, it does glow! It will taste like magic and whatever else was put in his skull that day (: )

Memory belongs to me (Psych, and is apparently several others' meow meow) (I will not be explaining) Marshmallow (background) belongs to @nullandvalid, myself, and not the law

[smilesrobotlover]

Ok that’s it. I’m just gonna scream about echoes of wisdom:

First off, this game is amazing. Like I’m so impressed with it and had a blast with it. I’m very impressed with how fun the gameplay was. I was nervous that it wasn’t gonna be fun, but no it was actually tons of fun! It’s not perfect ofc. I wish you didn’t have to sit and scroll through hundreds of echoes, I wish they separated monsters and objects to make each one easier to grab, and the amount of times I pressed the sword button instead of the echo button was insane. Fighting enemies is also a pain since it takes so long, and I wished I could just directly fight them, and it’s super easy to soft lock yourself as well. But all those negatives don’t outweigh the positives, because regardless of those flaws, it was still VERY fun to play through. Once you get powerful monsters, fighting is kinda fun to watch. I loved placing like, 7 fire octos against one ice octo and just watch it get destroyed. I loved setting things on fire, I loved climbing on trees, and overall I just, loved finding ways to solve puzzles. Thinking outside the box was a lot of fun in this game. Now, in some places like the Faron temple, it wasn’t fun BUT, still. I loved it

And the story, omg. This is the first Zelda game that I’ve played since becoming a fan that has a new link and Zelda in a new Hyrule, and it was so refreshing to see! I’ve seen the same ones for years now since joining the fandom and I love seeing new ones! I love how Zelda doesn’t know Link at all, that he’s just some swordsman who saved her. I just love what they did with Link in general. He wasn’t reduced to a damsel in distress, he had his own adventure, we just didn’t see it. He was competent and was fighting In the rift before Null captured him. Fighting along side him was SO fun and the final dungeon was very unique and fun to go through. I also loved fighting as him in the very beginning. They gave him an interesting backstory and I almost wish we got to see his adventure! But oh well, this game is about Zelda anyways :)

And Zelda is fun too, I love all the characters that know her. They were all so competent and didn’t actually sit around like a bunch of idiots. I wish Zelda wasn’t a silent protagonist though, but idk how else they would’ve done it. Oh well.

And I didn’t like Tri in the beginning but they really grew on me towards the end. They were very bland but some personality came out as we progressed further into the story, and I laughed out loud at some of the things they said lol.

But let me talk about my fav part of the game: Null.

I cant tell you how much I love the concept of Null. The idea of some creature that is the embodiment of nothingness that has been there since before the creation of the world is SO FREAKING COOL. It’s nice having a story where Ganon isn’t the big bad, it’s this ancient being that is powerful and very dangerous. Far more dangerous than Demise. And it doesn’t contradict the established lore? Like this makes a lot of sense that Null was imprisoned in the world, but was creating rifts because they wanted to go back to nothingness. It’s spooky to think that they were there the whole time, just trying to escape.

Though it does make me wonder about the timeline. My guess is that this game takes place before or after botw/totk with hebra mountain existing and things generally being in the same spot (except death mountain, but volcanoes move anyways right?). And no one knows what the Triforce actually is, which is also very interesting. It’s an ancient power that’s not well known which is very cool, and I LOVED seeing it again! Having them discover the primal energy being the Triforce was so freaking cool, and the legend of the princess (or priestess) and the hero defeating evil was cool, but it does make me wonder where it is in time.

But yeah, all in all, I loved this game. It was incredible and so much fun with amazing characters and great lore that expanded on the universe. Very very neat.

But I’m giving it a 2/10 cuz Linebeck wasn’t in it

[agentrouka-blog]

Accidentally stumbled into a Sansa anti (well they call themselves an Arya stan but they apparently think those things go hand in hand)blog and am now baffled and a little disgusted at the amount of vitriol these people have for..a little girl, honestly they had reblogged a post about how Arya being believed to be a hostage to Ramsay galvanised so many people in the North, etc and the difference between that and Sansa being the Lannisters hostage/Tyrions bride, and like..so this little girls life being worthless to these men (whether that's true or not) is somehow validation for you? Honestly it's a little disturbing (there's also a pattern of most of them hating Alicent as well which seems..meaningful)

Ah, yes, the fantasy that they have that the North uniquely loves Arya and somehow instinctively rejects Sansa, and that this would be a good thing rather than screaming misogyny. 😊

There's exactly one group in the North agitating for Ned Stark's daughter herself (the one within reach of them, mind) and that's the mountain clans, for two reason:

Distant family loyalty, alongside Stark loyalty. (A Liddle also aids Bran in the mountains.)

A culture that encourages them to seek death, not survival, at this particular time where Stannis comes knocking.

His father's mother's mother had been a Flint of the mountains. Old Nan once said that it was her blood in him that made Bran such a fool for climbing before his fall.  (ASOS, Bran ll)

It was a tale that any northmen knew well. "My father's grandmother was a Flint of the mountains, on his mother's side," Jon told her. "The First Flints, they call themselves. They say the other Flints are the blood of younger sons, who had to leave the mountains to find food and land and wives. It has always been a harsh life up there. When the snows fall and food grows scarce, their young must travel to the winter town or take service at one castle or the other. The old men gather up what strength remains in them and announce that they are going hunting. Some are found come spring. More are never seen again." (ADWD, Jon X)

"Winter is almost upon us, boy. And winter is death. I would sooner my men die fighting for the Ned's little girl than alone and hungry in the snow, weeping tears that freeze upon their cheeks. No one sings songs of men who die like that. As for me, I am old. This will be my last winter. Let me bathe in Bolton blood before I die. I want to feel it spatter across my face when my axe bites deep into a Bolton skull. I want to lick it off my lips and die with the taste of it on my tongue." (ADWD, The King's Prize)

Let's not overtly romanticize the North. Manderly's money is on Rickon the son. There's a sizable faction actually supporting the Boltons (Dustin/Ryswell and Karstark). No one lifts a single finger for "Arya" until Jon gives Stannis the advice to gather support in the mountains with his army, and those are the ones with comparatively little to do but die and "bathe in Bolton blood".

The main aspect here is opportunity v. cost.

But more to the point, just as you point out, if it was Sansa that Jeyne was pretending to be, it would be the same. It's not the girls (within their actual reach) they specifically care for, it's Ned and House Stark.

The specific (small) subset of Sansa Anti/Arya stan that pushes these takes is, indeed, less interested in Arya, the actual books and the political dynamics therein, than they are in a distorted Cinderella fantasy where Arya is uniquely chosen and loved over Sansa. The rejection of Sansa is as central to that fantasy as the elevation of Arya, because the Mean Girl needs to be vanquished and punished in order to destroy the very notion in the world that Their Projection Surface was ever not The Prettiest And Bestest, deprived of the admiration she rightfully deserved by the cruel machinations of a middleschool bully.

You know, that's the complex philosophical, political and literary themes and interpersonal dynamics that GRRM is known for. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[ace-no-isha]

crying cus i remembered luffy was 17 and saw nami ask for help and immediately jumped to save her home. he was 17 and climbing a mountain with two people on his back, freezing halfway to death, to make sure they got the medical treatment they needed. he was 17 and teaching chopper that he can be loved despite being a “monster.” he was 17 and bringing water back to alabasta. he was 17 and screaming at robin that she HAS to live because he knows she wants to. he was 17 and gave years of his life to save ace. young revolutionaries with hearts of gold i love you. he will remind you that you are worth everything. he will claw his way through every pain to save you. he was just 17 and his heart could already accommodate the world. he’s so fucking young and he’s doing so much. i love him. he’s 19 now and he’s doing things twice as big. he is so brilliant he’s almost hard to look at but you just can’t tear your eyes away. my miracle boy. i love him so much y’all

[silas-222]

Having a child in your late twenties seemed normal right? Yeah. Having a baby daddy that sadly missed the birth of his first child? God the guilt he feels for missing a majority of the pregnancy. Give the poor man a break. 

Simon 'Ghost' Riley was a military man with mountains and mountains of trauma on him, the first time he was told he was going to be a father, he felt like he was gonna breakdown. Not wanting to be like that abusive piece of shit, he swore he'd be better, starting a couple of self help exercises, reading a lot of baby books, he probably knew more about the pregnancy than you. 

But it's been a couple years since then. Giving birth to a beautiful baby girl, small complications that are now there for life and a little chunky, but still absolutely beautiful. Leslie Christina Riley was the name gifted to her. Your black hair, Simon's hazel/green eyes, and his small crooked nose. A perfect mix of the two of you.

As for right now, you were waiting for your daughter to exit out of her elementary gate, "mommy!!" "Baby!!" You both squealed before you picked her up and swung her around before kissing her head softly. "How was school hon?" You asked as your hand went to fix her hair as the other held her on your hip. 

"It was sooo good mommy!" She began to talk as your legs made way to the car where Simon was hiding from her, a surprise that he was home for her. "I got invited to a sleep over at Juliana's house, it's for Friday!" She told as she rested her head on your shoulder. 

A sleepover? Of course you've met Juliana's mother before but a sleepover at five and six year old? Not that big of a fan for this idea. "Mm I'll think about if you can go okay love?" You spoke softly. Not wanting to explain that there are bad people in the world, exposing your five year old to it. "Okay mommy." She muttered.

As you opened the back car door, she climbed in the car seat , buckled herself in, then grabbed her invite from Juliana's mother to hand it to you. 

"Rah!" Simon growled as he went to tickle her, immediate giggles leaving her mouth. "Wait... DADDY!" She screamed as she realized that it was her loving father. "Yeah, hi little love." He kissed her head. 

You got in the car and started driving, Simon staying in the backseat, listening to your daughter talk about school and the sleepover. 

20 minutes later

Having made it safely home, all three of you, including Riley were outside. Riley and Leslie were playing around in the backyard as you and Simon sat on the patio. "Soo her sleepover.. are you gonna let her go?" Simon asked as your eyes were trained on Leslie. "I don't know.. because I want her to go but what if something bad happens to her? She's five Si.. she doesn't know how to defend herself and she can't defend herself if she wanted to..!" You stressed.

When Leslie was born—she was a very weak baby, you were in the hospital for a month before you were finally let back home with your small baby. Fearing SIDS would take into place, you and Simon lost sleep over her. Thank whatever lord is above that it never happened.

"Hey.." Simon grabbed your hands and rubbed the back of your knuckles, "calm down... you can talk to her about it.." he pulled you into a hug as Leslie and Riley came running over. "Daddy! Mommy! Look at Riley! She so silly!" She giggled as she pointed at the German shepherd, mud covering her face along with—

"Riley! Did you get into my roses!?" You scolded the dog, looking at Simon, "that is your dog." You teased. 

"Yeah yeah, Riley no getting into the roses, mama's told you that." He scolded as Leslie sat infront of you. "Love, explain to her on what we were talking about okay?" He kissed your shoulder and Leslie's head as he picked up Riley with ease so he could go give her a bath. 

"Babydoll come here..." you said softly, grabbing Leslie's hand as she stood infront of you then climbed in your lap so you two were face to face. "You know how you got invited to Juliana's sleepover?" 

She nodded and hummed softly, "I know you wanna go but it's scary for mommy.." 

"Why?"

"Because mommy can't protect you there, you know how I always protect you and daddy protects all of us, even Riley protects and helps daddy when you and I can't be there with him."

"But mommy I'll be okay.. Juliana's mommy will protect me at there." She tried to convince you. 

"But baby what if someone comes in and takes you? You can go baby but it scares me, it scares daddy too. I know Juliana's mommy can help you but for us it's scary. We trust you so much mama but it's other people in the world." I tried to explain to her, frowning as I noticed her eyes tearing up. “Please don’t cry hon.. you can still go but I want you to know that sometimes you can’t go okay?” I wiped her chubby cheeks. 

Leslie nodded before she turned to Simon, “daddy are you gonna cry?” She asked him with a small tease. “Nah, too strong for that..” he teased her back, “just like you’re too small to have a boyfriend!” He playfully scolded her about the little boy who had a crush on her. 

[castellankurze]

One thing I'd like to see from Dawntrail patch content is some kind of "Labors of Bakool Ja Ja" side chain or MSQ subplot where Bakool Ja Ja retraces the steps of the Succession journey and does some community work.

Ok'hanu Where he attempted to steal the Ihih'hana festival float and threatened violence when opposed. Reparation: Gathering reeds and learning to weave new roofs for the hanu hanu buildings, which teaches delicacy and respect for the work put in to maintain their homes. In specific he works with Linuhanu and Wuk Evu to ensure he gets the job done right.

Wachunpelo We didn't see his work here, but I wouldn't put it past Bakool Ja Ja to hear "bring me an alpaca from the valley" and immediately use his bulk and strength to forcibly carry back a screaming, spitting, terrified animal that needs serious pacification. Reparation: Herding a group of Tobli's alpacas from Wachunpelo to Miplu's Mate Garden to pick up a shipment of mate leaves and bringing them back without them spitting on anyone. Contributes to the pelu pelu love of trade and their care for their animals.

Earthenshire Where he failed to bring in any returning or new Potsworn. (He also tried to fight Zoraal Ja and kidnapped Wuk Lamat, but that's part of the game.) Reparation: It's probably too late to recruit new Potsworn by now, so maybe something to do with crafting, I'm fuzzy on this one. Maybe helping the moblins talk to the independent crafters at Cracked Cistern?

Worlar's Echo The big one; not only did he fail to climb Worqor Zormor and fight Gurfurlur, he loosed Valigarmanda on the world putting untold lives in danger. Reparation: I like the idea of Gurfurlur tasking him with taking up a big load of stone and the pair of them climbing the mountain together, martial arts master & student style; once at the top Gurfulur has him use the stone to build a sepulcher and directs him to carve Yok Huy runes into it which turn out to tell the tale of how he freed Valigarmanda, how he changed the course of history for Mamook and defended Tuliyollal. And then they fight, natch.

Iq Br'aax Another big debacle. Failing the cooking challenge for one, but more importantly kidnapping the Elector Hunmu Rruk and threatening his life. Reparation: I like the idea of him redoing the cooking. Dawntrail is enamored of its food and usage of it in storytelling, and giving the blessed siblings a chance to cook real xibruq pibil (with the challenge being to cook enough for everyone in the village) maybe even with Hunmu Rruk stepping in to help, seems a good way to revisit this part of the plot with a healing metaphor.

Mamook My instinct is to say there's nothing for him to do here; after all we had a whole plot about him helping Wuk Lamat pull the Mamool Ja hardliners away from their obsession with blessed siblings. Add to that the way his father the Autarch bullied him and this was already where Bakool Ja Ja really started his face turn. Reparation: A part of me still likes the idea that he asks the Autarch to resummon the shade of Gulool Ja Ja for a fight and although it's close, he's losing until the three mamool ja he was previously traveling with jump into the fight to help him and they win together; and together they all bury the hatchet on how crappy they all were to each other.

Tuliyollal You squashed our tacos. >:( Reparation: Dinner at the Xbalyav Ty'e to conclude the quest chain.

[jawabear]

Bedroom act

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Reader

Not my GIF

A/N: sorry for the bad title. And I have no idea where this came from but here you go. This is pure smut and maybe I did him dirty. Although I tried writing in the second person (you) for a change, reader is still AFAB. Hope you enjoy it! Sorry for any mistakes.

Genre: smut

Warnings: AFAB!reader, rough sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink, name calling, lots of dirty talk, spanking, pussy grabbing, clit spanking, a little anal play, aftercare

Summary: The bedroom is where Kyle comes into his own

Kyle was perfect in every single way. He was kind, loving, funny, handsome and all that jazz. He was absolutely besotted by you. He would do absolutely anything for you. He would climb the highest mountains, tame the wildest seas, even bring you the brightest star from the sky if you always it of him.

And in bed, he was just a sweet. Sometimes anyway.

The bedroom was his domain. His area of expertise as it were. That was where he put his needs first. You didn’t mind because you knew he would always look after you and he would never push you too far or force you into anything you didn’t want to do. Even when he was dominant he was still sweet.

Even when he was fucking you so hard the headboard was banging and cracking against the wall he was still kind. His touch on your hips so soft and gentle it was almost as if two different people were fucking you. One sex crazed animal. And one gentle content lover. It was a head spinning position to be in but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Kyle’s hand tugged your head back by your hair, his hot, sharp breaths hitting against your ear. “Such a slut for me. Look at you” he whispered. You wish you could’ve seen yourself. No doubt you were the picture of pure pleasure. Eyes closed, face flushed and hot, open mouth, drool falling from your chin, hair a mess, neck littered with purple marks from his lips and teeth. But you knew he loved it. He had taken enough pictures of your fun time to prove he did. “You like getting fucked like this? Like getting your little pussy used by me?”

You could only (barely) nod a yes. Too fucked out to use your words but Kyle wouldn’t stand for that. He wanted to hear you say it. “Tell me” he growled and nipped your ear “tell me you like being my slut”

You let out a soft scream when he pulled your hair roughly “yes!” You cried “love being your slut, Kyle! Want you to keep using me!”

“Good girl” he praised and pushed you back to the bed. He grabbed your hips rougher this time. Finger tips digging into your skin. “Such a good little whore”

“Yes daddy, for you. Wanna be your good slut” tears were falling from your eyes. His balls swinging up and slapping shading your untouched and throbbing clit.

Kyle liked to get things going as soon as he could. The meant he would sometimes skip the fore play and go straight in. Literally. This was one of those times. He has pushed himself into you without even touching you. It was a little embarrassing at how easily he could slip in without foreplay.

Kyle lifted a hand and delivered a harsh slap your ass cheek. “Kyle!” You screamed.

“Too rough?” He asked, half in character half not.

“N-No. But I-“ he slapped you again. A little softer this time.

“You what?”

“Please touch my clit…it hurts…” you sobbed. You reached a hand behind your back to try and grab at his arm but he kept it out of reach. “Please daddy”

He let out a grunt and slowed his hips a little. He slid a hand round to your front and grabbed at your pussy making you scream again. “Daddy!”

“Be more specific, sweetheart. How do you want me to touch this pretty little clit of yours?”

“C-circles. Fast ones. Please”

“There you go. Wasn’t so hard was it?” He took his index and middle finger and began rubbing fast circles on your clit like you asked. You cried out his name again and gripped at the sheets, the pillows or whatever it was you were holding onto. Too fucked out to even open your eyes to look at what it was. “That’s better isn’t it? This pretty little pussy getting some attention. All you had to do was ask”

“Feels so good, Kyle. So fucking good” he slapped your pussy making your hips jolt back into him. His cock hitting that sweet spot inside you.

“Filthy mouth” he muttered before rubbing your clit again.

You could feel you climax nearing. Coming at you quicker than you could comprehend. “Gonna come…” you muttered bucking your hips into him. “Please daddy”

“Are you there? Right on that fucking edge?”

“Yes! So close!”

“Fucking stay there. Don’t come ‘til I say”

“Kyle! Please let me come!”

He slapped your ass again “don’t. Come. Until. I. Say.” He punctuated with word with a harsh thrust inside you. His fingers picking up their pace around your clit. He was making it impossible for you to hold it. And he knew that. “Besides, I thought you wanted to be my good little slut?”

“I-I do…” you stuttered burying your face into the pillow “I’m your good slut”

“Yes you are baby” he grabbed at your ass with both hands and spread it apart. He loved your puckered hole. Loved it just a little more than your pussy. It really got him going to look at it while he fucked you. They way it looked so desperate to be filled. “Fuck” he bit out “gonna come baby. Gonna come on this fuckin’ arse”

“Please daddy. Come all over me”

“You come all over me. Want to feel this pussy squeeze around my dick” he took a finger and pushed it into your tight hole. You screamed and your thighs shook barely able to keep you up anymore. You came screaming his name around his throbbing cock. Your head spinning and veins burning with white hot pleasure. “Yes, yes. Fuck. Just like that baby. Keep riding it out. I’m so close”

You could barely hear him I’ve the sound of your heart thumping in your ears as you continue to ride the wave of pleasure. Kyle pulled his dick out and tugged at it a few times before shooting his load over your ass. “Fuck” he drew out as he came “perfect little slut”

Kyle took his finger out of you and gathered up some of his come and pushed it into your hole. “That’s it. Gotta fill up this cute hole”

Once he had pushed all of his come into your ass he gently rolled you over onto your back and hovered over you.

“Are you okay?” He whispered as he pressed soft kisses to your tear stained cheeks. “I wasn’t too rough right?”

“No” you smiled and reached up a shaky hand to his cheek “you were great. You’re always amazing Kyle”

“As are you, beautiful” he kissed your lips once and then got off the bed heading into the bathroom. You heard the shower turn on and then Kyle reappear. He looked so good naked. In his full golden brown glory.

“Stand there” you told him “just want to look at you for a second”

“Do you want me to pose?” He asked making you laugh.

“No. I just love you”

“I love you too” he walked to the bed and lifted you into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up”

31/12/22

[weekend-whip]

Ninjago Fic Rec Week: Day 4

Prompts: Fluff / Cole Recs! (i'm sure I'll be seeing a lot of my favorite fics today aaaa)

Fluff Recs-

Good Hair Day: Kai helps Skylor do her hair, based entirely on a headcanon of Kai being good at doing hair (hey, his own style is a choice)

Little Brother: Lloyd realizes the perks of having five older siblings. Lots of sweet family fluff and young!Lloyd shenanigans <3

Nya, Kai, and That One Drink: Including this one specifically because it's probably the most lighthearted thing I've written yet that doesn't involve Jesse snknksnskn, the group goes for takeout in the X-1 Ninja Charger, only for one thing to lead to another and Kai winds up forgetting Nya's drink. What's a brother to do now?

Socks: Wu wearily but delightfully is forced to watch the ninja get way too much merriment out of a ridiculous pair of socks (I, personally, am of the belief that they belong to Lloyd, but—)

Five Times Jay Cheered Someone Up: And the one time he was cheered up in return (i am DISTRESSED that i didn't include this on my Jay list aaaaAAAA)

Five Times Lloyd Was a Pain: And the one time he wasn't. Child!Lloyd for the soul in this one!!!!

There's Insurance For That: In which Skylor gets a taste of the life of a ninja (and learning just how many places they've been banned from in Ninjago) Quite possibly my favorite lighthearted Skylor fic!!!

Cole Recs-

Sick Days: Sickfic, featuring Cole and having to contend with "Being useless", and the doting care

Passing On the Hammer: Cole has a meeting with his grandfather, while Jay tries his hand at being a fisherman and Kai thinks he can do the Triple Tiger Sashay. (Really a fic about Cole and his family's legacy, but Kai and Jay's antics are too hilarious not to mention snksnknksnk)

You're An Excellent Chef, Really *screams loudly* UGNH one of my very favorite fics exploring Cole and Zane's dynamic, will recommend every single time!!!! But, it's basically the duo bonding over cooking over the years. Makes my heart very happy <3

Quiet Weirdo: Cole and Nya friendship fic that the world definitely needs more of!!!!

Adjusting: PILOT BONDING, this time Cole flavored!! Cole's thoughts on his new budding team consisting of a chatty blue guy and the guy that won't stop staring at things. But a guy like Cole has never needed friends anyway, so he's got nothing to worry about, right?

Again and Again: MORE PILOTS BONDING but this time with Glacier! People keep asking me how Cole fell in love with Zane in Legacyverse and my mind always drifts back to a thing similar to this story! My personal investment aside, a nice fluffy fic about how Cole met Zane and they became friends with a touch of pining <3

You Worry Too Much: By the author of Chips and Salsa (another fandom Cole/Glacier classic), here we have a another tale centered around Cole's parents while he was growing up, and though it's a little more about Lou than anyone else, Cole ofc has a huge stake in the story and uwaah I love reading about Cole's family dynamics (both the fluff and the tragedy)

Some Climb Mountains: A retelling of how Cole met Master Wu, always gets me misty eyed because i am a soft soul ;v;

Cole and the Tastiest Broken Glass: S2 Pre-Child's Play, Cole and Lloyd bond over broken things, life philosophy, and candy. Cole and Lloyd sibling duo that the world also needs much more og!!

I'm Sure He Knows: More Cole + Wu bonding that speaks to me specifically, involving a conversation about a certain ghostly wind master who is no more.

Four Times Cole Helped The Guys With a Nightmare: And the one time they helped him. Cole's character at his purest in this one!!!

[adamworu]

Have you seen Codex Entry's video titled "The End of Evangelion Is (Not) A Happy Ending - An Analysis & Critique"? She makes a lot of interesting points in that.

First things first, it keeps hitting me how numerous the death threats were that GAINAX got. The contempt of man, followed by a disgusting lack of consequence has always been a central theme in Evangelion. Seeing just how painful the imitation of art to life is feels like opening old wounds. They were instrumental in EoE's conception among other things (Anno putting his feelings into film being another). The quick flashes of ire in written form really helps give EoE that unshakable bitter, pessimistic feel.

(warning for strong personal talks of suicide under the cut)

Anno's mental health worsened at the main series' end. People weren't satisfied with how it ended. They drove him to the point of contemplating suicide. If Anno's reflection of himself manifest through some of the characters, this makes Shinji's state before the infamous sequence even more haunting.

The interviewer asked 'What stopped you?' to which Anno replies 'The prospect of pain. I didn't mind dying I didn't want it to hurt.'

I didn't want it to hurt.

As someone with fluctuating highs and lows of mental health, this struck me more than I'd like to admit. During my periods of contemplating ending it all, one of my greatest fears was the pain. That death isn't the peaceful embrace from it all. That your lasting regrets die with you as your loved ones would eventually find you and become horrified at the fleshy shell that once had a name. You hear their faint screams, your strength is all but gone, and that flickering light within you is snuffed forever.

'Faced with the reality, I stopped.'

I think there's something even more painful about the end. There is no pain, but was lies on the other side...if anything?

EoE asks what if self-loathing becomes our being? Who you are affects your very being. And Shinji's self-hatred seeps into the cast, then the whole world. Considering Shinji's status as an audience surrogate, this sort of thing is very much aimed at the audience, especially those targeting Anno and GAINAX.

I personally don't think, however that EoE is an inverse to EoTV (series end). I do agree with her (Codex Entry), however that EoE is the horrifying reality of if the wrong person turns their back on humanity. EoE is more the explicit version on how humanity came to be in Instrumentality. I still wouldn't call it pessimistic even after all these years. EoTV sees the characters with more self-fulfilled arcs in the very end. There's a sense of catharsis from cast and viewer alike from having climbed a mountain of epiphany and acceptance. EoTV feels more convenient, albeit not unnaturally so.

EoE is more explicit with Shinji's flaws. They stare him in the face with no hesitation. These fears are far uglier and portray him less favorably. Less sympathetically. He views the girls and women around him as how they'd be of benefit. His ire isn't just about the realization that they're people with feelings and complexities deserving of empathy. It's also that those girls and women can as well as do hold the right to exist without him. He sentences the whole world to metaphorical death by way of relinquishment of the AT Field due to his own insecurities. His locus of control is viewed externally. His deterministic point of view harms everyone around him. The train scene is shown here and it parallels his talk with Leliel in episode 16. He blames his reality rather than hold himself accountable.

This is the importance of 'What is your hand for?' It's a gentle nudge into the prospect of free will. It's not just a doctrine of freedom, but one that argues that you are culpable.

My one and only pet peeve with the essay is the confusion of happiness and positivity multiple times throughout. EoE isn't happy, but it is positive. If we were to look at EoE as its own universe rather than a metatext, it is intensely depressing. It tells you that with your hands you can better the world around you. With the fact that it's self-aware considered, it acts as a cautionary tale, that intense self-loathing and disdain serves not just to poison you, but others. We don't all have the ability to damn the human race to metaphorical death until to bring them back because we don't exist. Shinji is understood in Codex' video to be an audience surrogate to great detail. EoE is the existence that did not want to be. Rather than being nihilistic and ireful, it grabs the audience with trembling fingers, saying 'For the love of God, be empathetic. It won't kill you! You are ruining everyone around you with your contempt for outside agency and your arrogance. Please...!'

End of Evangelion is Nyquil. It tastes strong and it tastes bad. Everyone needs bad tasting medicine if they want to get well. So drink the damn medicine.

[cesqdarque]

The Pursuit of Equilibrium

Chapter One: Mountain Peaks

About a year ago, I started to give my MC, Cassandra Darque, a backstory. What started out more as a thought soon developed further in my mind. It literally won't let me go. So, because I can't just put everything into edits, I decided to write it down. And in a rush of courage, I thought, I might as well share it. Let's start with the first chapter then. A big thank you to the lovely @thetotomoo, who beta read my first attempts in writing a story 🖤

Summary: Cassandra Darque, the granddaughter of the matriarch of the Montague clan, has to leave her homeland to seek refuge at Hogwarts because of her past crimes. A new reality she first has to process. Words: 2k Tags: angst | dealing with grief | reference to self-harm | short description of blood And for the vibes: Within Temptation - Overcome (Instrumental)

The pendulum of the antique wood-paneled Burgundy clock swung back and forth. A soft ticking filled the room. And yet it seemed to her as if time stood still. Clotted blood, like cold sweat, adorned the pale, lifeless body at her feet. Empty, impassive eyes, extinguished was the fire that once burned so warmly in them.

An uneasy feeling arose inside her, climbed the path from her abdomen over her lungs, took her breath away, and lay on her chest like an oppressive shadow. She heard her pulse start racing, her heart beating incessantly, each anxious beat chasing the next. Her hands began to tremble, and she surrendered to the weakness that forced her to her knees. Tears clouded her vision and gradually fell from the tip of her eyelashes to the floor until her face felt hot and wet.

A pitiful cry escaped her mouth, but it only fell on deaf, dead ears. No one would rush to her aid since the disaster had already been done. No magic in the world could ever bring back the dead, she knew that. Realization loomed like a dark cloud over her existence. A darkness that she would never be able to leave behind from that moment on.

 "Miss Darque. Miss Darque... please." A nervous, quickening voice penetrated her consciousness. "Please, wake up..."

Bony fingers closed around her forearm and Cassandra startled out of the obscurity. She supported herself with both hands on the soft surface of her mattress. She gasped; it seemed so real to her. But it always felt so real. She regularly struggled with nightmares and this night had been no exception.

"Miss Darque?" It squeaked again to her left, this time with caution in its speech.

Cassandra ran her palms through her sweat-soaked hair before turning to the familiar voice. Two pointed ears, large eyes, and the worried face of Alfie the house elf peeked over the edge of her bed

"Everything is fine, Alfie," she answered shortly and tried to calm her pulse with regular breaths. "Nightmare," she admitted curtly and pulled the silk duvet over her lap. She must have been tossing and screaming in her dream, otherwise the house-elf would not have appeared uninvited in her bedroom.

"Miss, shall we wake up your grandmother?" the elf asked worried and his blue googly eyes looked at her attentively.

"That won't be necessary, Alfie." She answered him promptly and waved him away.

Her grandmother must not think that her granddaughter is afraid of the shadows in her dreams. She was quite embarrassed that she was still dreaming of that night that had happened so many years ago. The events that happened in the past had already occurred and were irreversible. There was no point in indulging in these memories, neither the good nor the bad ones. It enraged her that her subconscious probably perceived it differently, that she could not forget the horrendous images.

But this was her personal struggle. The constant quarrel between her common sense and her nonsensical subconscious.

No reason to bother her grandmother. At least no more than that she was already informed anyway. The walls of the estate were thin, and the staff tended to gossip. She rolled her eyes in disgust and let out a contemptuous sigh. It didn't help, she wouldn't find any rest, let alone sleep, that night.

Lost in thought, her delicate fingers glided over the smooth material of her blanket. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Alfie, devoted as ever, was still standing quietly beside her bed. She sighed again.

"Alfie, I'm fine. I request you to return to your quarters." she turned her upper body and looked at the little elf with a serious expression before continuing, "And please, keep it to yourself. We don't want my grandmother to have to worry about me. No more than she already does."

Grandmother had enough on her plate, and Cassandra was aware of that. And admittedly, it was to a large extent her fault. That nightmarish evening so many moons ago had changed everything. For her, for her grandmother, for her entire family. In summary, for those who were still left to her.

With his skinny fingers, Alfie nervously fiddled with the purple varnish that was wrapped around his body like a toga. He was visibly concerned. However, it was not up to him to resist an order, or, as in this case, a direct demand from a family member of his esteemed mistress. He swallowed and finally nodded to her.

"As you wish, Miss." After a short bow, he turned around, strolled to the exit, and left the room to look for his own sleeping quarters.

A soft click could be heard as the door was gently pulled into its trap. Cassandra was alone again. She took a deep breath, but the uncomfortable, constricting feeling in her chest threatened to plague her again. So, she threw the supple bedding aside, let her feet slide to the floor, and got up.

Her gaze wandered through the moonlit room. Larch wood paneling, antique pieces of furniture draped with fine crocheted knitted doilies, and a collection of old photographs. As is well known, taste was debatable, she thought to herself as she walked towards the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the room. Of course, she was grateful that her grandmother had taken her in after the loss of her parents, no question. However, she never felt completely at home.

An estate so spacious, with countless rooms and endless corridors, curious servants, and overzealous house elves. It didn't correspond to the homely little house in secluded family realms, surrounded by breathtaking peaks and dense coniferous forest, where she had spent her early childhood.

Her hand clasped the cold brass of the window handle and with a tug, she twisted the bolt out of its holder and opened the window wide. The cool night air blew towards her. The first frost, which announced the impending autumn, had already settled over the fields of the valley and made them shimmer under the clear sky of the dawning day.

She took a deep breath and let her thoughts wander freely like an eagle over the high mountain range of the Val d'Aosta. Free from the shackles of her fears, and her worries. Free from the bars of her mental cage, in which she found herself locked in time and time again.

What would she give for just one night to cut all the earthly ties and move like a ghost over the hills, the peaks, and clouds of this world. Free, truly free.

Her gaze drifted over the hills and plains of the valley and lingered for a moment on the ruins of the Castello di Cly. A medieval castle that had once stretched its battlements skywards so gloriously had now deteriorated into a crumbling pile of stones due to the ravages of time. Time was invincible. Fate was inevitable.

Absent-mindedly, she ran the fingertips of her right hand over the inside of her left wrist. She gently traced the lines of healed flesh. Scars, she thought, were like ruins, memories of past toils. Of past versions of herself. She sighed softly and clasped her hands in her lap.

The dawning day would bring changes again. In a few hours, one of her grandmother's lackeys would pick her up from her current home and she would have to be hustled into a carriage to start her journey up North. All her arguments failed to change her grandmother's mind, the risk of uninvited visitors on her behalf was too eminent. It was her sole fault. If she hadn't let herself be seduced by the drunken promise of sweet revenge, she wouldn't have gotten into these precarious circumstances that forced her grandmother to send her away.

Until Cassandra was assured the situation was calmly resolved, her only alternative was to leave the country to escape the authorities. She sighed, grateful for her grandmother’s quick thinking and cunning allowing her to escape the noose even if she had to make some questionable diplomatic deals.

A cold shiver ran down her spine and made her shudder. She turned away from the open window and walked towards the large double-winged wardrobe. Despite her imminent departure, she had not yet been able to bring herself to pack her few belongings and clothes. So, she opened the spacious cupboard, examining the many fabrics neatly hung in their place. Her hand passed over the fine fabric of her numerous lace-embellished dresses. She strongly doubted that this fine yarn matched the usual dress code at her destination but nevertheless, she wanted to take a special piece with her.

She grabbed the hanger, lifted it from the rack, and held a black dress made of heavy velvet fabric with sleeves adorned with fine lace fabric in front of her. It was a dress that her mother used to wear when she still lived in these chambers and walked carelessly through the gardens of the estate. A relic from past cheerful days. She folded it carefully and placed it on her bedstead. More clothes followed and soon the contents of the closet were almost emptied, the mountain of textile on her mattress had grown considerably and a suitcase had been dug out of the depths of the wardrobe.

A gentle breeze carried the first rays of sunshine of the day through the open window and there was a hint of departure in the air. Rummaging through her cupboard had made her forget the time and only a short knock tore her out of her efficiency.

She looked over her shoulder, "Come in."

The door was pushed open a little and a pair of pointed ears appeared as Alfie peeked through the gap. "Miss Darque, are you up yet?" the house-elf asked politely as he entered the room. His googly eyes caught the work piled up on her mattress and widened. "But... Miss Darque, what are you doing?" he asked in surprise.

"Well, guess what, I'm packing," she replied.

"Alfie would have done that for you, Miss. Mrs. Montague just tasked him to do it..."

"Oh, hogwash. I can do that myself," Cassandra responded and began to pack the accumulation of clothes into her suitcase.

The house-elf stepped further into the room and approached the suitcase to take it. But Cassandra grabbed the handle, pulled the suitcase to herself, and remained kneeling on the floor in front of her piece of luggage.

"Alfie," she reprimanded the elf, "at least let me do something."

"Excuse me, Miss, but Alfie has clear instructions from your grandmother," he answered in an apologetic voice before he closed the lid of the suitcase.

Cassandra let out a loud frustrated snort. "All right," she rolled her eyes, "but just let me add something...".

She stood up and targeted the chest of drawers draped with white crochet doilies. She single-mindedly grabbed the gold-framed photograph of a young woman, who greeted her with a warm mien and a gentle smile. The black velvet dress flattered her elegant silhouette immensely. Cassandra smiled sadly at her mother's image before she plucked up the courage to return to her luggage with the photo in her hands and placed it on top of the pile of clothes in the suitcase.

"Voilà," she said, "that's all."

The only thing she wanted to keep with her at this abode was in the leather piece of luggage that the eager elf now held in his hands. She was willing to leave everything else behind, not just because she had to, but because she wanted to. A last glance over the silken blankets of her bed, over to the open window, over the high peaks of the valley. Into the vastness of the sky, which was washed into dawn by the rising sun, for one day she hoped to view it all again as a free witch.

[acourtofthought]

Love - SJM Style

Obviously the actual falling in love part is amazing but before her characters get to that point, we have a lot of this:

Rowaelin -

You are a child, and a spoiled one at that. And,” he said, those green eyes holding nothing but distaste, “you are a coward.”

And then she said one of the foulest things she’d ever uttered in her life, bathing in the pure hate of it. “Fae like you make me understand the King of Adarlan’s actions a bit more, I think.”

“First thing,” he breathed, “we’re not friends. I’m still training you, and that means you’re still under my command.”

Chaol / Yrene -

You didn’t seem to mind the privileges that came when you snapped your fingers and Kashin ran here. Perhaps he’ll grow tired of you stringing him along.”

“You’d be surprised the people that opiate makes you consider. Who you’ll find yourself willing to sully yourself with.”

“Did she pick Dorian, then? The queen. I’m surprised she could stomach either of you, given your history. What your kingdom did to hers.”

“Yet you were assigned to me because your Healer on High saw otherwise. Saw that no matter how high you climbed in that tower, you’re still that girl in Fenharrow.” A laugh came out of him, icy and bitter. “I knew another woman who lost as much as you. And do you know what she did with it—that loss?” He could barely stop the words from pouring out, could barely think over the roar in his head. “She hunted down the people responsible for it and obliterated them. What the hell have you bothered to do these years?”

Aedion / Lysandra -

She knew Aedion would agree to the plan, even if he still hated her.

“You can go to hell,” Aedion snapped. “You can go to hell, you lying bitch!”

Lorcan / Elide -

Aelin had been brutalized, their very location betrayed by Lorcan to Maeve, and still he tried to follow. Right through the sand still wet with Aelin’s blood.

Elide let out a soft, vicious laugh. “Of course you didn’t. Why would you have intended for your wondrous queen to sever the blood oath?”

Lorcan blinked at the words, the hatred in them, stunned enough that he let her walk past this time. Elide didn’t so much as look back.

“The only thing that I am jealous of, Lorcan, is that she is rid of you.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. But Elide’s face did not warm. “I don’t care,” she said, turning on her heel. “And I don’t care if you walk off that battlefield tomorrow.”

“I have never heard Lorcan apologize for anything. Even when Maeve whipped him for a mistake, he did not apologize to her.” “And that means he earns my forgiveness?”

Quinlar -

“She’s a spoiled party girl. What did you expect?” “She’s not stupid, Hunt,” Isaiah countered. “Everything I’ve seen and heard suggests otherwise.”

His teeth flashed. “I don’t care what you call me, Quinlan, so long as you do what you’re told.” Fucking alphahole. “Immortality is a long time to have a giant stick up your ass.”

Feysand -

Rhysand ran an eye over me. “I knew you liked to stoop low with your lovers, Lucien, but I never thought you’d actually dabble with mortal trash.” My face burned.

Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind.

I stared at him, sending as much hate as I could into my gaze. He’d been the one who’d caused all this. He’d told Amarantha about Clare; he’d made Tamlin beg.

I bared my teeth. “Go. To. Hell.” Swift as lightning, he lashed out, grabbing the shard of bone in my arm and twisting. A scream shattered out of me, ravaging my aching throat. The world flashed black and white and red. I thrashed and writhed, but he kept his grip, twisting the bone a final time before releasing my arm. Panting, half sobbing as the pain reverberated through my body, I found him smirking at me again. I spat in his face.

“Don’t get me started on what you did to me Under the Mountain.”

“I didn’t ask for your approval.”

“I think we can agree that I owe you nothing, and you owe me nothing.”

“I’m not your enemy, Feyre.” “Tamlin says you are.” I curled the fingers of my tattooed hand into a fist. “Everyone else says you are.” “And what do you think?” He leaned back in his chair again, but his face was grave. “You’re doing a damned good job of making me agree with them.”

“No, because it’s so much easier to pretend it never happened and let them coddle you.”

“Luck? Yes, how lucky for you,” I said quietly, but not weakly, “that the rest of Prythian was ravaged while your people, your city, remained safe.”

His laugh was bitter, soft. “I thought so. Perhaps you should take some time to figure that out one of these days.”

“At least I let them see who I am, broken bits and all. Yes—it’s to save your people. But what about the other masks, Rhys? What about letting your friends see your real face? But maybe it’s easier not to. Because what if you did let someone in? And what if they saw everything, and still walked away? Who could blame them—who would want to bother with that sort of mess?”

Nessian -

“What are you looking at?” Cassian’s brows rose—little amusement to be found now. “Someone who let her youngest sister risk her life every day in the woods while she did nothing. Someone who let a fourteen-year-old child go out into that forest, so close to the wall.” “Your sister died—died to save my people. She is willing to do so again to protect you from war. So don’t expect me to sit here with my mouth shut while you sneer at her for a choice she did not get to make—and insult my people in the process.”

“If that’s what a bastard-born Fae warrior can do, no wonder my sister has become so entangled with the High Lords.” Bitch. Bitch for the insult to him and to Feyre. “Did it bother you more that you wanted it, or that it was a bastard-born nobody who made you feel such things, Nesta?” “It’s been a long winter. Beggars can’t be picky, I suppose.”

What did he care? What did he care? He had enough shit to deal with.

“And what do you deserve?” A slow smile, indeed a plains-cat readying for the kill. Then, “Certainly more than a bastard-born nobody.” Bitch. “What a fne partner you are, Nesta. Remind me to bring a book on military strategy the next time. Maybe you’ll stand a chance then.” A cold, fat look. “It’s easier, isn’t it,” Cassian breathed, crossing the distance again, not caring who saw them standing in the bay window “To wield the words and the coldness as armor to keep everyone from seeing where and who you failed and how you did not care until it was too late.”

Only hatred gleamed in her eyes.

“Well, I see it, Nesta Archeron. And all I see is a bored and spoiled girl—”

“Is it Nesta?” “Not everything in my life is about your sister, you know.”

Nesta had made it clear enough she had no interest in Cassian—not even in being in the same room as him.

“I’ve made my thoughts clear enough on what I want from you.”

He didn’t know why the hell he cared. Why he’d bothered.

She’d made it clear enough in those initial days after that last battle that she wanted nothing to do with him.

“I was dragged into this world of yours, this court.” “Then go somewhere else.”

“Stop following me. Stop trying to haul me into your happy little circle. Stop doing all of it.”

“Your sisters love you. I can’t for the life of me understand why, but they do. If you can’t be bothered to try for my happy little circle’s sake, then at least try for them.”

“You think I can’t hear that male in your bedroom, trying to quietly put on his clothes and sneak out the window?”

Elucien are coming along quite nicely -

“You betrayed us.”

Her eyes went frank and cold. “I was to be married in a few days.”

“She wants nothing to do with me.” / And as for here …” He shook off my grip and headed for the door. “I can’t stand to be in the same room as her for more than two minutes.

“You couldn’t say a single word to him? A pleasant greeting?”

“He brought you a present.” Those doe-brown eyes turned toward me. Sharper than I’d ever seen them. “And that entitles him to my time, my affections?”

“Where’s Elain?” “I am not always in this city to see my mate.” The last two words dripped with discomfort.

[doorrobloxstuff]

POLY AU PART 2 ELECTRIC BOGALOO.

Eehhehehe tumblr likes harems. --

This was officially the worst week on Y/N's life.

First they fractured their hip after slipping on gasoline and soon after their boss quickly let them go soon after without much of even a warning. But wait, It gets worse!

They went to the hospital, who kept them there for an entire week before returning (against medical advice mind you..) to a trio of screaming children, a gaggle of shocked and concerned partners and a hotel that had looked like it had been through an earthquake because they had started to suspect that one of them had killed them and had covered it up.

All of this this in a span of a week.

Well, at least the pain meds the hospital gave them worked well enough.

They sat there. In their Alaskan-king sized reinforced steel framed bed staring at their iPhone and scrolling through tik toks and just trying to keep their mind off the future. Them and El-goblino at least. The Goblin hadn’t really left their side since the whole “Calm the fuck down, I’m not dead!” incident and joined them in bed on top of a mountain of pillows and was currently watching them scroll mindlessly through video after video. Occasionally pointing and saying "Me!" or "That looks delicious man.." trying his best to make them laugh to some modicum of success. “El Goblino, can you come here?" They murmured, reaching over towards him and offering to pull him close. El Goblino nodded and soon found himself closely nestled on their chest. "Oye, how's the medicine treating you Cariño?~" "Baby, I'm not going to lie to you. I feel like..I feel like..like that nasty red stuff that Figure vomits out on the floor when it's eaten too much is sloshing around in goddamn brain..and fuck.. My thighs have stopped hurting but my head..ugh.. my head..It feels like the world's worst hangover.." "Ahh, understood. I'm going to have to go out and forage for some morel anyways so I'll grab you some of that mint I've been drying while I’m out.” His yellow eyes seemed to soften up in concern. " ..Maybe some oregano..I don’t want to risk you catching a fever..” He sighed and butted his head into Y/N’s. “Just..” He briefly hesitated before he spoke. “-..be safe, tu escuchas? Don’t disappear me on me like that again and give me another heart attack..!” " He slid quickly down their arms and off the bed. "It's not like I'm going anywhere anytime soon.." They said, pulling off the blanket and gesturing widely to their bruised legs. "Driving here was hell already so.. Love you.." ".. Love you too.. Adios.." ...

Y/N stayed on the bed in silence once he left. Their eyes once more drifting back to their phone. They stayed for a full hour. Maybe even longer.

That’s when they saw a saw an azure-purplelish glow gently illuminating a corner of the room.

A hazy image of Eyes slowly emerged from the ground. At the sight of Y/N awake, their eyes widened and the whispering around they chattered in excitement. The air around them seemed to fizz and occasionally beep like a geiger counter.

“Y/N..?”

Y/N weakly smiled and opened their arms. “Come here, cutie~”

Eyes carefully climbed up the bed and into their arms. Y/N planted a small kiss on top of them. They smiled with their eyes and wiggled with excitement. They held something behind their back.

“Watcha got back there?”

“Someone!! Wants to see you!!” It chittered and pulled out a Tupperware container. Thick black ooze bubbled and sloshed around in excitement and an eye opened. "Seek!"

“Y/N!” Seek leapt from it's container and spilled all over Y/N's chest, raced up their torso before halting right up against their face. A hand emerged from the non-newtonian mass and ever so lovingly brush up against their face. "We've missed you.."

"I've missed you guys too..I hated being in that hospital so much. I just..The whole time I was there all I thought about was the hotel..I wanted to come back..” They wrapped an arm around Seek. “No, I neede-"

"Hey! Hey!" Eyes squawked frantically. "Share them please! ₛₕₐᵣₑ! Their mine ₘᵢₙₑ! ₘᵢₙₑ ₜₒₒ! too!" Eyes stood indignantly at the edge of the bed having been accidentally pushed away by Seek.

Seek rolled its eye bashfully and scooted aside for Eyes to nuzzle right into their shoulder with a little vibrant 'tweet.' "Where’s everyone else?”

“Figure’s with the light beloved. But the rest are in the kitchen. I hope erm, I hope you like soup..?”

Seek chuckled nervously and it melted further into Y/N while Eyes twirled their hair. Ignoring the sight of burning turnips and spilt orange juice from the eye it had posted in the kitchen.

Y/N sat there, completely unsure how to respond or even if they should. Just a few minutes later, the smell of something gingery-tangy scented filled the air. A frowning Jack came in, muttering something obscene under its breath but still made an effort to smile in Y/N's prescence.

“Hi Y/N. How..are you?”

“Couldn’t be better.. You good there Jack?”

”No. Ambush ate an entire pile of wood.”

“Oh dear god is it okay..? Did they-“ Y/N lowered their voice. “ᵖᵘᵗ ʷᵒᵒᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᵘᵖ..﹖”

Jack made a chuckle and set the soup on the table. "Nein, it's edible....I think anyways." It climbed into bed with them and settled close to Seek who shuffled a little and just stretched its mass to meet it. It let out a loud yawn surprised it's goopy partner. "Tired..?" It murmured as it ran a hand through its fluffy collar. "Very." Jack whispered "I just want to lie down.." Seek made a sympathetic ripple before sliding some more of itself into Jack’s arms.

Y/N decided to bite the bullet. With a small sear of pain they scooted close to the three and wrapped their arm around the pair and pressed their face into Jack’s shoulder.

..Everything would be fine..

——-

Had to end it here, originally would’ve gone on longer but this things been sitting in my drafts since February. I also didn’t really know how to end it. So instead, Have Seek X yn x Gobby x Jack

[mahoganydoodles]

Diasterisms Anthology (Book 2/12): variations on a theme of you by diasterisms

"Who knows?" Luke darted a faint smile at Ben and Rey as they stewed in silence and disbelief. "The two of you might even learn to get along. Right, Leia?" "Like a house on fire," the General deadpanned. "Complete with screams, flames, and people running for safety." "Indeed." Luke's blue eyes twinkled. "There may be no survivors."

variations on a theme of you. This fic has everything: forced proximity, buttered muffins, Matt the Radar Technician. It’s the goofy, cracky, undercover-fake-relationship fic we all love. 

Which is why I always find it so funny that the collection has these serious, grayscale covers when half these fics are hilarious. But anyway!!

From left to right, top to bottom, the covers are: 

Because You’re There—Mountain climbing

the surface of last scattering—Outer space/galaxy

into the great laugh of mankind—Archaeological site

place the moon at my eyes (and her whiteness shall devour)—Full moon at night behind tree

Mirrorbright—Lake house at Naboo

World Without End—Asphodel fields

variations on a theme of you—Inner hallway of spaceship

The Short Story Collection—Bookstore

Shatterpoint—X-wing

made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter—Great Temple on Yavin 4

oh autumn, oh teakettle, oh grace—Aspen trees

ghostwalks (gin and fog)—Old-school movie set

variations on a theme of you is a light-hearted romcom between oops-maybe-not-so-sworn-enemies. Read it on AO3.

[holdmytesseract]

Loki & “I’m gonna show you love all of the time / Gonna be your breath when you’re out of life” (New Love Cassette, Angel Olsen)

a/n: Thank you for requesting @cheekyscamp ! 🥰 I absolutely loved that line. It's so beautiful. 🥰 I really hope you like what I wrote! ☺️

Warnings: mentions of injuries, swear words, fluff, Loki being the savior he is ;)

Word Count: 1141

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @acefeather2002 @jennyggggrrr @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite @lady-rose-moon @fictive-sl0th @aagn360 @mostclevermiss @linaax @peaches1958 @simping-for-marvel @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @stupidthoughtsinwriting @eleniblue @loki-laufeyson-1054 @multifandom-worlds @coldnique

Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist

Based on this song:

Guardian Angel

Just as you were unpacking your gear at the bottom of the mountain you were about to climb; your smart watch told you that Loki - your boyfriend was calling you. With a smile, you adjusted the AirPod in your ear and accepted the call. "Hi baby." "Hello, darling. I am not disturbing you, am I?" You giggled, shaking your head to yourself, as you checked the ropes and karabiner for security. Climbing was your big passion. You loved the adrenaline rush of climbing up a mountain and the feeling of happiness and freedom, whenever you reached the top. Sure, it was a dangerous hobby as well. Every step had to be the right one. But this never ever frightened you or held you back, oh no... You were an expert; having learned this back when you were a child. Your father was a climber as well, so... He taught you, of course, sharing your passion.

"Nah, you never disturb, Lokes. Though, I'm about to climb now, so... But we can just continue to talk." You couldn't see Loki's frowning, but you were certain he was. "Are you sure, my love? You have to concentrate. I don't want to distract you." "You won't," you said with a small huff, climbing the first foot. "I wouldn't say I'm used to this, since we never talked before while climbing, but I'm an expert. I can handle this." That's what you thought. Well, you were going to eat your words a few minutes later…

Everything seemed to work just fine - until exactly that happened, what Loki had been 'afraid' of. Distraction, causing you to lose quite a bit of your focus and concentration - and that in return, caused you to make a fatal mistake...

"Aww, I miss you, too, baby. Feels like we haven't seen each other in years." Loki chuckled. "Decades, my love, decades. My heart is aching for you and my body is aflame with passionate fire. Only a thirst you are able to quench." Your heart skipped a beat at his words; heat began to crawl up in your veins. "Is that so?" "Mhm," Loki hummed, sounding way too sexual and seductive for your own good. "Tonight, when you're finally back in my arms, I'm going to show you thoroughly how much I am yearning for you." You giggled again, like as schoolgirl, "I beg you to- Oh shit." and took the wrong step. You felt your foot slipping. You lost your grip - and fell. Usually, that wasn't such a big problem, because the rope was keeping you from hitting the ground. Today, though, it wasn't. Being lost in the conversation you had with your boyfriend, you missed to check if the most important rope, in order to keep you from falling. It wasn't where it should be. But in the moment, you realised, it was too late, of course. With a scream and a thud, your body hit the hard ground, causing immediately everything to fade into darkness around you.

"Y/N? Darling? Can you hear me? Is everything alright?" Loki had the very bad feeling that actually nothing was alright. He heard your cursing, your scream and the thud, which shot anxiety through his heart and body. "Y/N?!" No answer. Without even hesitating, Loki hung up and stormed towards the door of his apartment in the Avengers compound.

He stayed with you the whole time, of course, until the ambulance rolled in. He told the paramedics as much as he knew and witnessed, how they loaded you up into the vehicle, driving you to the hospital.

To his sheer luck and relief, the god knew exactly where you were and could get to you as fast as possible... Teleportation.

The moment his eyes saw the beautiful landscape of the Breakneck Ridge mountain and Hudson River, he began to look around frantically. "Y/N?!" Loki found you, at the bottom of the mountain, unconscious. "Y/N!" He couldn't see any blood, but that didn't mean you were less hurt... The god stormed over to you and fell to his knees beside you; "Y/N!" heart hammering wildly against his ribcage. "Darling, wake up, please?!" He tried to get to you, but it was no use. You were out like a light. His eyes roamed your body, checking you for injuries. He wasn't a doctor and didn't see how you fell or landed, so it was hard to tell. Afraid of hurting you even more when he'd pick you up, he decided to just call an ambulance. He had to; having no other choice. How could he heal you, when he didn't even know where you were injured?

You woke up to a bright light, shining down on you and the constant sound of a consistently beep sound. You blinked, trying to adjust your eyes to the light. Wanting to turn your head in order to look around, a stinging pain shoot through your entire skull, causing you to groan softly. What had happened? The soft groan caught Loki's attention, who sat beside your bed, holding your hand in his bigger ones. His eyes snapped up to your face. "Darling?" The god spoke softly. "Are you awake?" You wetted your lips, swallowing. "Loki?" "Yes, it's me, my love, I'm here." Slowly, you turned your head (despite the stinging, throbbing pain) and gazed directly into the handsome, softly smiling face of your boyfriend. "Hey." He breathed out, raising a hand to gently cup your face and stroking your cheek with his thumb. "What... What happened? I... I remember speaking with you on the phone a-and... Then everything went black." Loki looked at you compassionate. "You had an accident, love. Apparently, one of your ropes wasn't tied strong enough and when you slipped and fell, it didn't catch you. I was there within minutes, when you didn't answer me on the phone anymore. I found you and immediately called an ambulance." You nodded, swallowing hard. "My head hurts." "Reasonable, darling. You have a mild concussion - without your helmet it would've been much worse, and a very bruised back. Luckily, nothing is broken. You didn't seem to fall that far, luckily." "Shit..." You cursed, grimacing. "Thank you for, uh, 'rescuing' me, baby." Loki smiled, causing your heart to skip a beat. "No need to thank me, Y/N. I love you. It goes without saying. Besides, do you remember what I told you in the beginning of our relationship? I'm gonna show you love all of the time; gonna be your breath when you're out of life - which definitely includes saving you after an accident." You couldn't help but smile as well. "Yeah, of course I remember. I love you, too - and who knows... Perhaps it was destiny, that you called me exactly in that moment..." "Oh, I'm certain it was, my love."

[paz-45]

EE Lyrics Study: teeth/bones/nails

Hello! This is my first "lyric study" for the band Everything Everything and the topic is: BONES/TEETH/NAILS.

Basically, when listening to their music, I kept noticing words related to this topic and I was curious if the topic actually existed across their discography. I marked every lyric that included key words:

bone, skull, teeth, vertebrae, fossil, etc.

I did a little research to see the cultural significance or any other meaning/symbolism of these words. I didn't want to dive too much into the actual meaning of the lyrics*** or the greater context of the song, but instead looked at the overall patterns of the key words.

I notice that in EE's lyrics, bones/teeth are mostly used to evoke images of graphic things being done to a body or to liken humans to other animals/creatures. There's mentions of bones both inside a living human and in someone/something that's dead.

Personally, I interpret these uses as a more shocking or uncomfortable way to refer to those parts of the body (e.g. teeth instead of smile, clavicle instead of collar, skull instead of head), which is pretty on-brand for EE's provocative lyrics/themes.

And half the street was under my nails -MY KZ, UR BF

Cos even now, there's a bone snapping -Leave the Engine Room

My teeth dazzle like an igloo wall, I inhabit, I inhibit ya'll -Photoshop Handsome

But right above my clavicle, the world becomes so laughably old -Wizard Talk

Teeth and nails your little anatomy -Luddites and Lambs

Past-tense -- what's a trilobite to anyone? -Kemosabe (marked because it only exists in fossil form)

Coiled heart, eye-tooth, feral child -Torso of the Week

And cloudy with potential, muscle mass and vertebrae begin... -Choice Mountain

While Princes fly drones that can see through your bones - Undrowned

The street is a boneyard she glances -Armourland

And now who's the fossil who gets the girl? -The House is Dust

Bic your head and show your teeth to them honey -Don't Try

And sweat runs up his neck and spine -Awe/Arc

You take the poleaxe out of your spine, push your shoulder back in its place -A.D.

Canine, fangs up out my throat -Distant Past

Teeth on a wire -Get to Heaven

Swing the hammer, the fragments, a skull exploding -Spring/Sun/Winter/Dread

Bone, to the blade -The Wheel is Turning Now

Bones in a bowl like a toad-in-the-hole, take the shape out of the mould -No Reptiles

And your spine is a glass spire -President Heartbeat

I can feel my bones screaming out -Yuppie Supper

Yet the concrete burns at the back of your skull -Night of the Long Knives

I'm just a knuckle dragger with a knuckle dragger grin -Desire

If my bones just fall away -Good Shot, Good Soldier

Skeleton boy with the skeleton girl souvenir -Big Climb

As fresh as my bouncing bones -Arch Enemy

The bones snap into place -Black Hyena

Stretching my lips over my teeth -SUPERNORMAL

I want the teeth of the enchanter - I Want A Love Like This

Drinking from a hollow skull -Cut UP!

But the seed inside your skull is now a watermelon -HEX

You can sing you can play my ribcage like piano -My Computer

***I feel like we'll never know exactly what Jonathan means when he writes (lol seems like he doesn't know sometimes either) so I didn't want to get caught up in guessing what he meant. I find it tiring to try to figure out 'why did he say that?' and instead just enjoy and find my own meaning :)

[anthrofreshtodeath]

— one being shorter and it being a source of great enjoyment for the other

Their height difference is DELICIOUS

Ok, I went less romantic and more fun, but... I do love the Rizzoli siblings. Maura included.

Several people requested this one, so I am answering here, in just one spot. But know that I saw all your requests! Here we go!

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Boiling. Once simmering, now raging. It’s how Maura would describe both the weather and her mood on this late July mid-morning. Crowds deplete her social battery, and Walt Disney World has no shortage of those - screaming children, oblivious adults, families overstimulated on sugar and at wits end. The smell of sunscreen, and human sweat, and confections on every corner turn her stomach when her anxiety reaches a crescendo.

She… she just… ugh. 

She can’t believe she wants to stamp her foot like a child.

She can’t believe she wants to pout.

She can’t believe she agreed to go on this vacation with three overgrown children.

“I don’t know, we’re still pretty far away from the front,” Tommy Rizzoli climbs up on the railing they all leaned against and it puts him head and shoulders above the tallest person in their vicinity. “But I don’t know Maura, they got height requirements,” he says seriously, “you may have to turn back when it’s time to get on.”

Frankie and Jane Rizzoli bubble up into a gutsy, giggly fit of laughter, until Frankie’s chuckles become a raspberry and then they’re dissolving into real, hearty bellows. People around them stare, some smiling just because their humor is so infectious. 

Maura is quickly becoming resistant to the strain, however, especially since the past half hour’s jokes have been entirely at the expense of her height. “I’ll have you know that five-seven is three inches over the US average for women!” she retorts lamely, crossing her arms.

Apparently that doesn’t matter to three people all just about six-feet tall. “Just remember, kid, stand on your tippy toes and they’ll let ya through,” Frankie teases, patting the top of her head while he uses his other hand to wipe tears from his eyes. 

Jane hops up from her reclining stance, walking as the crowd slowly moves closer to the entrance of Space Mountain, clearly excited to get on. “Ok, I’m guessin’ thirty more minutes,” she said, eyes scanning the front of the line.

“Oh! I see it!” Tommy shouts, “forty-four inches. Damn, Maura, you may just be shit outta luck,” he says with childish glee. He looks at Jane, who laughs, too, but then smacks the back of his head.

“So you can read,” she jokes, standing between him and Maura and he frowns. 

Frankie howls. 

And, ok, Maura cracks a little bit of a smirk. Just a small one, because Tommy does have dyslexia. He’s an avid reader, audiobooks being a big help with that, but still. 

“Real mature, Janie,” he barks, but when he looks at Maura, sends a wink her way, Maura returns his smile more fully. “Comin’ from someone who can’t remember to pack underwear to save her life. On any trip.”

“A’right, a’right,” Jane says loudly, wrapping her arm around her youngest brother’s shoulders. “Let’s call a truce until at least after this ride. I don’t need everyone hearing about my emergency underwear shopping trips.”

“Oh yeah, now she wants to play nice, when it’s all about her,” Frankie calls from over Maura’s head. 

Jane shoots him a dagger of a look, and Maura can hardly take it seriously because of the matching shirts Frankie forced them to wear, with their surnames and a very apt I’m Sorry You Have to Wait in Line behind Us on the back. 

The boil returns to a simmer. 

It could be the shade, or it could be Frankie’s strong hands on her shoulders. It could have been Tommy’s wink, it could be the way Jane holds her own free hand out behind her back, her signal for Maura to put a snack in the palm of it. Maura sighs, pulls the trail mix out of her bag and pours some just as Frankie leans close to her ear. 

“We love you, ya know,” he says, squeezing her muscles into loosening. “That’s why we roast ya.”

She lifts up her head, not jazzed about having to do so to catch his eyes after all their teasing, but his smile eases her. “I… I think I’m just not used to…”

“Well, see that name on the front of your shirt? Time to start gettin’ used to it,” he says with a little chuckle. “But you can always tell us when enough is enough. Trust me, we know we’re knuckleheads.”

“You’re assholes,” Maura corrects when she looks forward again, Jane having consumed her handful of trail mix and now bouncing on the balls of her feet with anticipation. They’d all been so animated when she said she’d never been here, elated as they planned every moment of the itinerary to ensure the perfect first Disney experience for her.

And now, Maura realizes, the ribbing is part of it. Because, as they told her countless times, Disney is only fun when you do it with family.

“Atta girl,” Frankie tells her after he gasps at her candor. He slaps his hands against her shoulders hard enough to jostle her, clearly pleased. “Ya learn quick.”