#dont mind me sobbing about that quote

[wexhappyxfew]

12 on Subtle Love for Judy and Rosie? Simply cannot get enough of them ❤️

JAMIE HEYYYY!!!! thank you so much first of all for dropping this in the askbox :) very very appreciated on my end + it's for judy and rosie, my two sweetbeans who deserve nothing but the best, so truly, thank you!! i was inspired by the intimacy of sharing in the quiet moments and in this case, this piece hit me a bit harder than others. we come to judy in a time where she's wrangling some of the loses that the group experiences, over and over. and she's trying to find some anchor to hang onto in this ferocious sea that continually knocks her down, over and over......and rosie happens to be that anchor :)

looking out for me

(a/n): for the judy x rosie girlies :') in the midst of finals season, but needed a break from biophysics for the brain and landed on a judy x rosie piece that i'd been playing around with for a few weeks and finally found a place to put it in! prompt is: "You can call (talk to me) me. Day or night. I'm there for you." (changed call to 'talk to me'). please enjoy these two and the intimacy of sharing! <3

The briefing room was probably the place she felt it most.

The loss. The amount of lives that had stepped through the doors and heard that final mission, not knowing it would their final mission in life.

With the lights not on and the sun barely risen outside, it was almost peaceful. When they weren't being told that recipe for a suicide mission.

It was weird knowing Annie Bradshaw wouldn't be walking through those doors today for the mission; along with Margie or Bessie or Kennedy.

Knowing that their lives were scattered somewhere in continental Europe if they hadn't all died.

If.

Judy had gotten her tears out - it was funny, being so accustomed to death day in and day out, she got used to the names being told around the base. She just didn't expect it to be their names.

Reaching up to brush at a stray tear, Judy schooled her features a bit better than she had previously that morning when she'd woken up and Viv had watched her breakdown all alone and build herself slowly back up. None of them really wanted to have to talk about it - the four of them that were missing - especially Francis. Francis seemed to feel it deep within her enough that she was numb. Numb to it all. Judy hurt for her. One day she'd find herself better able to understand these emotions, these feelings, all those unwanted thoughts in her brain. For now, she could only sit and let them grow. She heard the door open from somewhere behind her and slowly turned her head over her shoulder.

Rosie Rosenthal stepped into the briefing room, his gaze lingering around the place, only before settling on her there in the chair. Judy watched him from across the room, the pound of her heart causing all the blood to rush to her head and her eyes, and it took all her might to stay right there in the chair instead of launching across the room to beg him to hold her and put her back together.

To get rid of this ache, this ever-present constant in her life.

Every person going down in a flying coffin, MIA or dead.

But even he couldn't do that if she couldn't even do it for herself. No one could do, especially if you couldn't do it yourself.

Judy hadn't taken the time to realize he had crossed the room, in his slow approach and settled there on the seat beside her. She watched him for a quiet moment and licked her lips.

"Not hungry?" he asked her quietly, leaning forward against his knees and looking up at her with those big, worried eyes, "I noticed you weren't at breakfast." Judy watched him, before a stubborn tear rolled down her cheek, quickly wiping it away, her hands slick with sweat, her heart pounding in her ears, loud enough for any other sense to be drowned out. She stared at him and swallowed the cry in her throat and shook her head.

"Not really." Judy managed out quickly, before looking towards the window, trying to control her breathing rate and her pounding heart, "Just needed a place to be alone….for a bit." Her vision became slightly blurred by her tears and she felt her body aching to cry, to let it all out, to get rid of this feeling and become comfortably numb. But she couldn't do that. She had to keep it in.

She could tell Rosie was taking it in, her poor mumbles of words, mulling them over and thinking all at once. His face looked more strained than usual and he seemed so still, like some sort of statue. She blinked away her tears - over and over.

"You going to be okay for the mission today?" she heard Rosie ask quietly, and there was something in his voice that made her want to cry just a little bit more.

Ever since Rosie had asked for her to be the turret ball gunner for Rosie's Riveters, she had been trying her hardest, putting out with all she could, to do her best in his eyes. There was a certain level of gaining his trust inside the plane that she had already gained outside the plane. A trust that she could operate a gun and strike down what enemy planes she could.

And he knew she was hard on herself, everyone had known that.

And with Silver Bullets being out of commission and their previous crew splintered in various groups, into Operations and HQ and all over Europe, she was still trying to convince herself she could get back to that headspace she'd been in under Annie and Captain Faulkner.

Now with her third commanding pilot, the fear she'd lose him was overwhelming.

"I will." Judy said quietly, looking over at him, his own eyes meeting her red-rimmed ones and she nodded, "I promise you." Rosie watched her; she usually never saw this much of his concerned side of him. He was usually pretty good at hiding it, at least in front of the other men and especially in front of her.

But sometimes, she'd hop out of that ball turret, sweat marks streaked across her face, burn marks on her cheeks, her hands beat-red and shaking and she'd see something flash through Rosie Rosenthal's gaze that made her want to take his worry away in any way she possibly could.

That maybe she could do something that wouldn't worry him, that would reassure him and take that fear away. Because even if he didn't show it, his eyes and that far-off look were ever-present and she saw it, even when staring at each other from across the interrogation table.

Because he'd stare at her as she spoke - citing what she saw, how many chutes, the works - and she'd watch his jaw clench and those eyes turn dark, and he'd speak solemnly almost, and an undisturbed, coldly, calm demeanor and would be by her side when they were dismissed. And he'd ask her how she was and if she needed a sit down. And he'd always have that look. One she replayed over and over in her head.

Like it was the last time he'd be seeing her get out of that ball turret.

"Well," Rosie said quietly, reaching into his inner coat pocket, revealing a neatly folded, lumpy brown bag, "then I can't have my ball gunner going up on an empty stomach so. Eat." He held out the brown paper bag and she stared at him, unsure of the offering, before taking it into her grasp and adjusting herself to sit up a bit. She looked hesitantly at the bag before looking up at him.

Watching with those persistent eyes, she slowly opened up the bag and inside was two pieces of bread, along with a sausage rolled in napkins and an orange. Her stomach, admittedly, growled at the sight and smell of food and she heard Rosie chuckle from beside her.

"Go on," Rosie said softly, his voice thrumming against her ears in a pleasant way that she'd never complain about, "here." He pulled his canteen forward and handed it to her. "Water, too." Judy watched him, in slight amazement and then met his gaze.

"Thanks, Rosie," she said quietly, "you didn't have to-"

"Don't worry about it," he said casually, and then settled into the chair and looked to her, "food's more important than anything and…I don't mind sitting here with you to make sure you enjoy it." She smiled a bit wider at his words, before digging into the bag and pulling the orange from the contents of the bag and settling it in her palm. Staring at the orange, she began to feel her eyes fill with tears and Rosie seemed to notice, leaning forward and placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Sorry," Judy managed out, reaching up to wipe at her eyes, a rather ugly sniffle leaving her nose as she nodded to the orange, "it's just….do you want half? I shared these with Bes all the time, so." Rosie held her gaze for a moment, before squeezing her shoulder warmly and nodding.

"Of course." he said, and Judy cracked out a smile towards him and sniffled again, "Big fan of oranges, ya know?" Judy let out a small laugh and she watched him grin, before she slowly began to peel the fruit, with Rosie's attentive gaze on her own downcast eyes and her slightly shaky fingertips.

"Oranges' your favorite?" Rosie asked her quietly, and Judy looked up, nodding.

“Back home, my brothers and sisters and I would always eat these. Ma made sure if we had anything, we had oranges," Judy said, a small chuckle leaving her lips, "Bes knew I loved them, so we'd usually share. All the time. And since…since she's not here, I wanted to share. With you." Rosie grinned at her, his eyes soft and lingering as he nodded. She smiled again before peeling away the rest of the bright orange outer surface. She looked up at him.

"Plus, it's rare when we get oranges in anyway, so….it's pretty special," she said, pulling the orange in half and then handing the first half to him, "for you." Rosie took the orange and smiled at her with a breathy, "Thanks." Taking a bite of the orange, that familiar and nostalgic taste flooded her mouth and she couldn't help but breathe a little easier just at that.

"Thank you, Rosie," Judy said, swallowing the orange and nodding to the bag, "it means a lot." Rosie gave her a worried smile, where it didn't quite reach his eyes and showed that maybe she had worried him more than she would ever know, but he nodded and looked to her fully.

"I know after the news, it hit you pretty hard." Rosie said, and she felt her throat tighten just at his words, the thought of what had happened, "And Judy….you know, you know you can talk to me. Day or night." Judy nodded and let a shaky smile cross her features.

"I'm there for you," he said softer this time, "you won't lose me that easy." That got a grin on Judy's face as she took another bite of the orange and met his gaze again, his baby blues watching her like it was the greatest sight to behold on base - when there were surely other things like the blue skies, or the setting sun, or the sight of one of those fortresses landing against the tarmac.

They didn't say much for the next few minutes, as they each enjoyed their halves of the orange, but Judy couldn't help but let her eyes linger on him for a moment after each bit of orange in her mouth. Watching how gently he had taken the orange from her, and how tender he still appeared now. How calm she felt sitting there next to him.

"You okay, Judy?" Blinking, she noticed that the orange was empty from her hands, and she was staring off into nothing important, and Rosie's hand was present on her shoulder. Judy met his gaze and then nodded, before covering her hand with her own.

"Yes," she said quickly, nodding again, "just, thank you Rosie. For everything. For looking out for me." Rosie smiled at her, squeezing her shoulder comfortingly, the tops of his cheeks dusting pink.

And he didn't have to say much - he just said, "Next time you get your hands on some oranges, come and find me."

Maybe oranges will be our new 'I got your back and you got mine'.

[clemssigss]

hi guys i love clementine kruczynski i am her she is me. i was named after her and eternal sunshine of the spotless mind is my favourite movie ever. every time i watch it i start sobbing. kate winslet and jim carreys performances were absolutely phenomenal. “i dont see anything that i dont like about you.” “but you will, you will.” is a quote that sums me up so well i have so much love for clementine and the movie.

[trolls-poppy-specialist]

broppy kiss analysis (or, well, just me screaming into my laptop for an entire forty seconds straight while i mentally and physically replay this scene)

it has come people. it has come

watch me quote almost every line in that near 40-second clip

"so? how you feeling?" poppy gurl is just concerned for branch it's just RIDNGRSIHGNRSUIDGBEWGEOIWEWGFEHUI

and then branch just gives a whirlwind of feelings (HE OPENED UP HE OPENED UP HE OPENED UP WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT THE FORESHADOWING IN THE BEGINNING), and he looks SO SMITTEN. dude just be like 'i wont hide the fact that im smitten with the queen of pop and the mount rageons will know it'

"whoa! tmi! boundaries, my man; that's a lot of feelings!" girl the hands up just won me over. and BRANCH MY MAN THE LOOK U GAVE HER I SWEAR IM GONNA ROLL OVER AND SOB AND SQUEAL. AND THE WAY SHE REFERS TO HIM AS 'MY MAN' WAAAHHHH AND THE LOOKS THEY'RE SHOOTING EACH OTHER OH MY GOSH

the laugh. the laugh. the laugh. DUDE SOUNDS SO HOPELESSLY IN LOVE, and tbh their voices mix really well, just that his laugh drags on longer

THE KISS (DONT MIND MY CAPS LOL). THE PART I’VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO. OH GOSH THE WAY SHE JUST PULLS HIS VEST AND BRINGS HIM CLOSE FOR THE KISS RIOGHRGSNIOFSIFANIODSANIODF AAAAAAAAAA. AND THE WAY HE LOOKS SO INTO IT LIKE I MEAN I PERSONALLY PERCEIVED IT AS A FIRST LIP KISS IF IT IS IM GONNA CRY AT HOW THEYRE SO IN SYNC (WOW BOYBAND PUN HERE)

AND POPPY LOOKS LIKE SHES SMILING IN THE KISS OH MY GUH-

NO WAIT BOTH OF THEM ARE

AND THEN HE HOLDS HER HANDS WAAAH IM SQUEALING EVEN HARDER NOW

ON THE MOUNT RAGEOUS SCREEN THEY LOOK LIKE THEY'RE SUBTLY SHIFTING AND THE MOUNT RAGEONS JUST CHEERING OH MY GOSH THEY SHIP BROPPY

THAT GIRL IN THE CENTRE WHOS JUST LIKE AWWW AND EVERYONE ELSE WHOS CLAPPING I HONOUR YALL

BRUCE AND CLAY FIST-BUMPING OR SOME SECRET HANDSHAKE AND SMILING AT THE TWO

AND JD AND FLOYD. FLOYD IS LITERALLY SHEDDING A TEAR (OF HAPPINESS? i don't know tbh) AND JD JUST PUTS HIS HAND ON HIS SHOULDER LIKE 'OKAY WE HAVE A COMMON TOPIC: BRANCH'S GIRLFRIEND'

GUYS BE PROUD BROZONE'S YOUNGEST MEMBER IS DATING THE QUEEN OF POP AND IS SHARING A KISS WITH HER ON SCREEN WITH EVERYONE WATCHING

AND THEY'RE ALL SMILING

RHONDA. OH, RHONDA. SHE JUST WENT WOOHOO AND LIKE MADE HER SOUND EVERYONE IS CELEBRATING

AND IN THAT SHOT BEFORE THEY PULL AWAY BRANCH IS SMILING AND POPPY IS IN DEEP AND WHEN THEY PULL AWAY IT'S JUST SO ADORABLE

anyways that's all for my rant

side note? branch looks cute with braids (he looks like some cute little girl). thank you viva for the wonderful hair-braiding skill :))

[kevinsdsy]

just saw that ither ask PLEASEEEEE keep lucas in the twt au... please my baby boy hes fucked up in the head but THATS HIS BROTHER!!!! sorry hes my favorite character he is NOT that bad ppl just have no reading comprehension 😭 dont cast him out hes only in six fics on ao3 and half of those he has like one line the crumbs in ur au are keeping ke alive while i put off writing a character study about him 💀 i mean. ok if you dont want him in there take him out. but also dont let the haters get to u he would NOT have done that shit if he had known literally anything like of COURSE he believed his brother thats HIS BROTHER. sorry to be a lucas apologist in ur inbox but like free my man 😭 ‼️ he did different shit than that ‼️

SKDHDJDN no dont worry, being a lucas defender in my inbox is okay <33 i also went a bit deeper into it in the replies because i’m not at all a lucas hater. (kinda unrelated but) i also saw someone post a lucas x quotes about brothers here on tumblr which made me sob.

i was just thinking maybe it’d be triggering for someone to have him included in the au because honestly aftg can be such a hard read where u have to take breaks for ur own mental well being (at least thats the case for me idk how others feel about it)

but i’ll definitely keep your message in mind too for future references <3333

[sunjakes]

noteworthy ; lee heeseung

pairing: heeseung x gn!reader genre: angst to fluff, comfort fic warnings: this idea was jumpstarted via this john green quote so do with that what you will, intended lowercase, established relationship, lots of crying, not proofread word count: 1.1k a/n: this has been in my drafts since early september 🫣 i dont wanna talk about how long this took me to write … ANYWAYS i highly recommend listening to rainbow by kacey musgraves while reading ... it wasn't part of my inspo but it's very fitting :>

the moment that heeseung walked through the door, he could sense that was something was wrong. normally, you would be curled up on the couch with a lamp on, scrolling through your phone — or fully asleep — as you waited for him to get back home, but the only thing he saw was a dark room.

lifting a brow at the unusual silence, he removed his shoes and slowly started to make his way through the house. he peeked his head around the corner to the kitchen, starting to grow confused and slightly concerned when he couldn’t find you.

“y/n? baby, where are you?”

heeseung's voice came out softer than he expected, turning into the hallway as he makes his way towards your shared bedroom. he lets out a soft sigh of relief when he sees light from under the doorway, and he instantly starts to open the door. he freezes at the sight of your curled up frame lying in bed, shaking with every sob that wracks your body.

heeseung hesitates before taking a step forward, the relief he felt just moments ago quickly being replaced with worry. as he puts a gentle hand on your shoulder, he feels his heart shatter at the way you flinch at the sudden contact. you look up at him, shock laced throughout your glassy eyes. sitting down on an empty spot of the bed, heeseung wraps his arms around you and gently repositions you both so that you rest in his lap.

it takes you a moment before you're clinging to him, burying your face into the base of his neck as you continue to let your emotions wash over you. holding you tight and rubbing comforting circles on your back, heeseung just holds you, letting you take as much time as you need. he mumbles soft affirmations into your ear, whispers of "i'm right here" and "everything's gonna be okay, baby" slowly helping you breathe easier and calm down.

after what feels like hours of nonstop crying and comforting from your boyfriend, your breathing starts to become less and less labored with your body only slightly trembling. gently running his fingers through your hair, he presses a soft kiss to your temple as you sit up in his embrace, looking up at him with tear filled eyes. with his free hand, he wipes away the stray tears staining your face, and takes a moment before he tries to talk about the situation.

"hey, what happened? do you wanna talk about it at all?"

staying quiet, heeseung expresses his worry without pushing you too far. you let out a quiet sniff as you hesitantly nod, the continued circles he rubs against your back keeping you grounded.

"i just.. i feel like a fraud.."

a look of shock appears on heeseung's face, and for a moment you start to regret deciding to speak up, until you feel his grip on you tighten as he presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

"oh, baby.. what's left you feeling that way? did someone say something? what happened?"

you shake your head in response, resting your head against his shoulder. you can't see heeseung's face from this angle, but you can picture his deep frown and furrowed eyebrows as he tries to understand the sudden depricating thoughts swimming through your mind.

"no one's said anything, hee.. i just was thinking, and i don't know what i did to get to the point in my life that i'm at. i don't feel like i'm noteworthy enough to deserve it.."

at your statement, heeseung moves his arms so he can gently cup your cheeks, gently lifting your head off his shoulder. looking at him, the exact frown you pictured graces his lips and you feel another pang of guilt. he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you can feel your eyes fill with tears again as you break the eye contact.

"oh, y/n... of course you deserve it, darling. you may not feel like it, but you are so unbelievably incredible. you have absolutely changed my life, and every day i think about how you've made me a better person."

heeseung presses a gentle kiss against your forehead as a way of expressing his sincerity, and you can't help the tears that make their way down your face again. he continues to wipe the tears falling through your eyelashes, giving you a moment before starting to speak again.

"no matter what happens, y/n, i want you to remember that you will always be worthy of note. you are so strong, and i am so proud of you, and i will do everything in my power to show you that until you believe it for yourself.”

you nod, mouthing a silent "thank you.." as you bury your face in his shoulder, crying out the rest of the tears your body can manage to produce. heeseung begins to rub your back again with one hand, gently cupping the back of your head with the other as he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

“i love you so much, y/n, forever and always.”

with your exhausted body slumped against heeseung's chest, tight in his hold, you look up at him as best as you manage. the soft smile he gives you when you gaze into his eyes could easily make you forget about all of your griefs and struggles, if only for just this moment.

"i love you too, hee.."

despite the cracks in your voice from your parched throat, your simple response brings an even bigger smile to his face, and he presses another kiss to your temple before laying you back into bed. he gently lays the sheets over you before standing up, gently cupping your cheek with one hand.

"i'm gonna go get you some water, darling. i want you to drink some of it, and then let's sleep, yeah? you deserve it."

the unwavering love in heeseung's eyes brings a small grin to your lips as you nod, and the time he's away in the kitchen feels nonexistent as he returns to your side in moments. he helps you sit up so you can take sips of the water, and once content, he pulls back the covers a bit to join you.

as he wraps his arms around your torso and gently pulls you into his chest, you instantly feel sleep taking over your body, a whisper soft “i love you” being the final thing you hear before drifting off into a deep, comforting sleep.

[noctuafought]

just a lil vent now, now that i'm talking about it. under cut.

i don't know, i just think about how like, i would flail and squeal about my interests and how some 'friends' would like, straight up tell me to 'calm the fuck down' (exact quote), or they'd send one of those really very clearly 'meant to be rude / mocking' reaction images to my flails (think the muppet meme or this one), so skldjfslkf i just, shut myself down before someone else can, sobs. but if you dont mind nonsense ramblings or whatnot, then i hugely appreciate it. but yeah, like, all that (gestures above) is why i try to tone myself down and end up like, semi-ghosting instead, and i'm super sorry about it

[bloodymiso]

★ matchup exchange

— with @imjustabeanie

a/n: sorry this took a little long:3 hope you enjoy, i made sure to match the length with the average length of the exchange matchups you write!

i ship you with.. alhaitham :3

ygs would be a literal POWER couple. like i literally do not care what you say “b-but he’s too distant!!” shhhh😾😾

youre one of the few people he actually enjoys spending time with. library dates, museum dates, picnic dates you name it. im thinking ygs met in your early akademiya days. not canon but i have a feeling he was a little mischievous when he was younger, sneaking in and out of the library at 3am, climbing up large trees for peace and silence to look out onto the forest. he acts like he “doesn’t understand” acts of romance but bfr this man would set up the most sick ass dates ever.

hes not the type to make hand made gifts but this man will 10/10 write you letters, written in pretty cursive, always a small heart at the end of your name.(he “thinks its cheesy” yet continues to put it) *cough* sometimes with some *cough* items for *cough cough* experiments *cough*

more of a research guy than an experiment dude but ygs would work on projects together. he’ll do most of the research parts, you’ll do most of the..hands-on activities. about your childhood dream, i dont expect alhaitham to be..accepting of it. but—i quote, “from a research point of view, that would be..interesting.” procrastinating? that man will shove you out of that.

a. hey, love you have a project due tomorrow. r. how the fuck did you know that?

SPARRING oh my god ygs would spar together you cant change my mind. idk what kind of weapon you’d wield but if you wouldnt wield one then hand-to-hand combat works too.

im just gonna admit it, both of you would be kind of slow when it came to opening up. this is cheesy but ygs would have met through a school project idc what you say. you always spotted him in the library, was he hot? fuck yeah. would you admit that? no. im thinking it took you guys a long time to even get on a first-name basis.

alhaitham understands being misunderstood, he gets it. he masks his feelings, pushes others away even. this man is touch starved like seriously. he acts all “mr stoic” but this man could sob his ass of with you. even if you cant open up back, he’ll open up to you. i can imagine your relationship lasting a pretty long time(maybe up until,, yk). sure you guys would argue here and there but never to the point that pride would stop ygs from apologizing to eachother. he always knows when he’s in the wrong.

i always see those fanfics w chars reading to their s/o but like bfr who the hell likes being read to. like?? its so boring just let me read it on my own. rather than that i can imagine you two on the couch, as you read your silly/pos books and he reads something on like idk trees?? he’d probably ask you to teach him one of the languages you know:3

ygs probably wouldnt have announced your relationship. the first time alhaitham ever really said “yeah this is my lover” to someone else except you was when kaveh dropped the pile of books in his hands seeing a girl on alhaitham’s bed(he screamed like a seagull).

k. ALHAITHAM!!!the—there’s a girl on your bed! a. yeah that’s my girlfriend kaveh pauses k. wait—girl friend with a space or no space? a. no space

after that kaveh blabbed to like half of sumeru that “alhaitham has a golly gosh girlfriend!!!!”

other possible matches. albedo, tighnari, dottore & baizhu

(><) wanna support? reblog with tags pookies!!

[the-rookinator-3000]

i'm going to assume someone else already sent this by now but just in case. rookie! :-)

its been so long. i still havent answered so FINALLY i got the motivation to. get ready.

🍕 > ROOKIE HCS BELOW!!! THESE ARE EXTREMELY BIASED

he has adhd NOW listen to me i actually did make an entire analysis of rookie's behavioural patterns once before but now it's probably all gone or i scrapped it but IT MADE. SENSE. OKAY and also this is about general hcs im not about to drop a whole analysis on rookie again

also maybe even autism but hmm not so sure abt that one

he uses he/him pronounce but also hes very much not cis do you get it

rookie is multilingual! the club penguin team would probably use this idea for like a one off joke because rookie is the comm lead and can speak different languages

rookie and flit are very close! they go on adventures a lot and flit takes a liking to rookie (i think i've said this beforehand? i dont remember) BUT ITS CUTE OKAY. IMAGINE A LITTLE MINISERIES WITH THEM!!! also its implied in one of rookie's new years quotes in the CPT that he has a puffle

both PH and dot call him "flit 2"

rookie's nickname is "rooks" and specifically dot, cadence and rory call him that. jpg has also called him that ONCE

(semi-canon) aunt arctic gives rookie leadership lessons! you know how rookie is the director of the future EPF right.. so more or less AA training him/bonding and stuff

also another thing is that AA and rookie are like family!!! not exactly family bc .. reasons but its like the found family trope! rookie goes to AA for advice and comfort often

(semi-canon?) rookie hates horror movies/he gets scared very easily

the rubber ducky is his comfort item!! he cant go anywhere without it! if anything bad happens to it rookie is just going to start sobbing on the spot. he also likes to lie saying that it's also his lucky item when he just likes it around him

(CANON) rookie keeps a diary! he likes to decorate them with tiny stickers as if it were his stamp book.

he also likes to draw suns on the pages to indicate his mood, the suns looking a lot like his signature

rookie and dot have a sibling relationship! dot is like a dependable older sister to rookie, the two are a very good duo! (its also very funny to think of the contrast of how sweet and understanding dot is to rookie and how ruthless and sassy she is to jpg...)

rookie is surprisingly very crafty!

rookie likes to draw, although canonically he isn't very good at drawing, he likes to draw regardless! it helps him pass the time

rookie is not fond of rory at all, he finds him kind of annoying. rory however thinks of rookie like his little brother, and likes to pester rookie a lot whenever rookie is nearby

rookie has no family. not explaining any further than that

rookie's igloo was kind of infected by the box dimension's weirdness, thus a lot of his igloo is basically just made of cardboard and is a lot bigger on the inside. however, the outside still remains the same! rookie's weird.. portal igloo

rookie and klutzy very much get along! and i also planned this one scenario where even herbert could sympathize with rookie but i digress thats for my mind only

rookie and dj maxx are friends! (mostly inspired by CPL and how dj maxx borrowed rookie's shirt... i cant believe rookie has so much red penguin rizz)

whenever rookie's mind is set on something, especially if it's something stupid like installing a game on the epf mainframe, he'll actually be able to do it, but will probably forget or just not explain well how he did it . do you get it

rookie is silly :3

OKAY I THINK THATS ALL. THIS WAS A LOT.

[definitelynotshouting]

OK! ANON HERE WITH THE FIRST ROUND OF ANALYSIS/SCREAMING INTO THE VOID. (I have more quotes but i dont want to overwhelm you and do them all at once)

-☀️

"This fantasy carries him through the rest of the night, past false dawn and into the early onset of staccato birdsong. Grian stares blearily at the bleeding warmth creeping in through the window; gentle golden hands that march over the floorboards and press their palms against the walls. They're less frenetic than the moonlight had been— the shadows here are dappled, innocent things, splaying over stripped bark and playing in the whorls within planks. They breathe depth into this tiny, wooden box, shifting slowly under daylight's cautious curve into the sky, until scintillating rays curl like shackles around his wrists."

- the word choice in this is just so masterful. It's so TENSE, Grian's emotions and thoughts are a complete mess, and this is mirrored even in how you describe the environment. It feels like nothing is safe, which is brilliant, because Grian's currently driving through life on a cord as thin as silk. Its the way even the birdsong is frantic and unsafe "staccato". The "gentle" hands that harden to "march" and "press". Things start out kindly, and then the words become harsh and cold, and this just perfectly reflects how mistrustful Grian is. Nothing makes sense to him; everything is out to get him.

-☀️

"Grian snorts without meaning to, then claps a hand over his mouth, something ugly coagulating in his heart. He doesn't deserve this kind of laughter, this reluctant amusement simmering in his chest. It burns him from the inside out, scorching the back of his throat; hot coals between clenched teeth. Grian inhales embers, exhales ash, and summons every spare ounce of willpower at his disposal to keep his voice from shaking."

- Oh, this. This hurts so much. I can talk about how bird boy's mental state is so poor he's even depraving himself of laughter, and how this is an extension of how he started out starving himself of food, then sleep, now laughter. The fire imagery here is so potent as well. He's burning himself from the inside out, which i feel like is such good imagery for what is actually happening: his code breaking apart. Mans IS literally coming apart from the inside. Ough

-☀️

"It's a pretty effect; it makes Grian's gut plummet all the way down to his lap."

- CRYING CRYING CRYING

- They know each other so well. Grian and Scar learnt each other's tells under the desert sun. He understands how tension and anger and sadness plays on Scar's face and body language when theyre in the games, and in those games everyone's emotions are caused by grian. But now theyre not even in the games and all grian can see is how HIS existence is hurting the people he loves most

-☀️

That's all im going to do for now. Thank you for tearing out my heart and smashing it on the pavement <3

(Also idk if you want me to leave an anon identifier? Maybe i can just stick with the ☀️ if no one else has taken it?)

HEY ANON. WHAT IF I CRIED AND SOBBED AND WEPT!!!!!! HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO !!!!!!!! /POS /POS /POS!!!!!!! LOSING MY MIND RN IM GRINNING FROM EAR TO EAR SO EXCITEDLY THIS JUST MADE MY ENTIRE DAY

hooooly shit i cannot thank you enough this is so kind and wonderful and just!!!!!! listen i LIVE for people analyzing my writing bc i try to put SO MUCH into it, as much as i can possibly cram without oversaturating, and to see people pick up on this stuff is like being handed an immaculately wrapped present every single time. This is truly making my mind go crazy im so fucking happy rn oh my gods, thank you so much this is such an incredible treat

Im not sure if the sun emoji has been taken or not (i think i had another one a long time ago???? but im not sure if you're the same one or not djehdjdjr) but!!! Absolutely feel free to leave an emoji identifier, whatever you want!! :D i rlly enjoy seeing regulars in the inbox so absolutely feel free to do that if ur comfortable!!!!!

[palfriendpatine66]

Hello! The music anon is back with new recommendations and a curiosity about your thoughts on the music I sent on my last ask

Obikin coded songs, in my opinion:

Shine a light- Paolo Nutini

Where to begin- Adam Watts

Secret and lies- Ruelle

War of hearts- Ruelle

I wanna be yours- Arctic Monkeys

Killing me to love you- Vancover sleep clinc AKA one of the most heartbreaking songs ever you'll be teary eyed

Dead in the water- Ellie Goulding

Don't blame me- Taylor Swift

I still see ghosts- Corey Killagon

idfc- blackbear

MUSIC ANON thank you for the heartbreak playlist. This is literally what just made me sign up for spotify after what...10 years of my Drops of Jupiter pandora station (no joke). I loved every one of these. Without further ado here are my takes/parts that spoke obikin to me:

Shine a light- Paolo Nutini This is a jam I love this. It sounds super upbeat but its got shadows of the heartbreak to come from all the other songs on this list woven in

Where to begin- Adam Watts Very Vaderkin. Oh Anakin, baby, I'm sobbing.

"I've been looking for the meaning of life/In the darkest corners of the brightest of lights/I've been seeking out a feeling of power/In dungeons underneath the holiest towers" "And I don't know where to begin/To breath you again, to need you again"

Secret and lies- Ruelle Another written by Anakin huh? In the midst of his Obi-Wan doesn't feel like I do angst

"You got a cold, cold heart/Do you feel at all"

War of hearts- Ruelle

"Come to me in the night hours/I will wait for you/I can't sleep cause thoughts devour/thoughts of you consume" "I can't help but love you/Even though I try not to/I can't help but want you/I know that I'd die without you"

I wanna be yours- Arctic Monkey

"secrets that I've held in my heart/are harder to hide than i thought"

Killing me to love you- Vancover sleep clinc okay you're so right about the heartbreak this is completely Obi-Wan to Vaderkin and the entire thing ripped me apart start to finish. I could easily quote the entire thing because it was just so fitting but the last line = me dead, sobbing. there's still good in him etc. etc

"I can't let go when you still need saving"

Dead in the water- Ellie Goulding might i suggest that thins might actually be the most heartbreaking song ever?

"If I was not myself/and you were someone else/I'd say so much to you/and tell you the truth/cause I can hardly breathe"

Don't blame me- Taylor Swift I love me an unhinged, obsessed, crazy for each other obikin

"For you I would cross the line" "I'm insane but I'm your baby/echoes of your name inside my mind" "Baby for you/I would fall from grace/just to touch your face/if you walk away I'd beg you on my knees to stay"

I still see ghosts- Corey Killagon This started and I was like "Oh depressed alcoholic Obi-Wan my beloved," but then it proceeded to be like 12 different kinds of heartbreaking (loved it)

"I can't forget that when we undress/i'm not the only one in your head/some things are better left unsaid" "Damn it to hell love is so much easier in the darl" "I'm insecure/i'm never this straightforward/of this i am sure/i do not deserve this love you've given" "honey I'm not the man you think i am/when i am alone/I'm hollow"

idfc- blackbear hello padawan angst Anakin my beloved

"I have hella feelings for you/like they aint even there/cuz I have hella feelings for you/I act like I dont fucking care/cuz I'm so fucking scared/I'm only a fool for you/and maybe you're too good for me"

[blackhairedjjun]

BHJJJJJJJJJ😭 I DONT KNOW YOUR TIMEZONE AND I SENT THIS AROUND 21 HOURS AGO TO BE EXACT AND I WENT THROUGH A NIGHT AND A DAY, I READ YOUR GUIDELINES BEFORE AND I DID, NOW. YOU SAID DON'T INTERACT AND HAVENT UET REPLIED TO MY ASK YET SO I WAS WPRRIED I MIGHT HAVE MADE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE BUT YOUR REPLY HAS ME FERAL, IT'S AN HONOUR TO BE YOUR ANON ITSELF! YOU DIDN'T GIVE UP EVEN THOUGH SFW has small audience and are still willing to serve us your fluffs that's more than an inspiration itself to not give up. I gave up but am still here lurking around to... ihihihihi 🤡 because you didn't give up so I undid my give up hahaha I can relate... sfw is easier to write. Stop not, you're quoting my words which are completely self indulgent statings which are facts according to me has me in a sobbing chokehold.

P.S. this is the best welcome I've ever gotten, I really am excited to talk to you more. I can talk about random topics right?? I love you❤️

🦋 anon this is you right? you forgot to sign with your emoji hehe

omg please don’t worry, you didn’t make me uncomfy at all!! for reference my timezone is gmt+8, if you live in the americas i’m usually awake when you’re asleep amd vice versa :) (i’m actually going to bed after answering this ask) i was also out the whole day so i read your msg in the morning and didn’t have time to respond until nighttime! i can be pretty slow at answering asks tbh - sometimes i forget about the notif, sometimes i’m just offline or busy irl, sometimes i need time to think about my reply. i hope you don’t mind if i’m late in answering your asks!

🥹🥹🥹 you really are so sweet. i just kept writing fluff because i enjoyed it too much to stop, and i was very lucky to find followers and mutuals who loved what i wrote, reblogged them, left comments, and were just really supportive. and i’m very grateful that you’re one of them!

of course you can talk to me about random topics 💖 love you too, butterfly anon! can’t wait to hear more from you!

[avesgraveyard]

hey hi sorry i just came on here to rant for a moment about your road trip au.

so i was rereading my favorite chapters cause ive been haing a bit of a DAY (chapter 3,4, and 6, by the way, i have quotes written in my ACTUAL JOURNAL from them). and ive come on here to make two things known.

first of all, the mix between humour and plot and pining and FUCKING HEARTBREAK is done soooo soooo well. i mean, how are 'James glances down quickly, not even having the decency to look embarrassed. “These? They’re my Jar Jar underwear. Evan got them for me. Are we really not going to have sex?”' and 'Evan scoffs dismissively, eyes rimmed with red, and Regulus feels like everything between his ribs is being ripped out.' be in the SAME FUCKING CHAPTER. HOW. and youve encapsulate each character so well, you've given them layers and plot and FEELINGS AND SHIT AND ITS SO COOL.

but also on a more serious not i feel like we need to talk about evan and chapter 6. what the fuck. what the fuck. the way his ed started because he wanted to look like reg so he was 'enough' for the man who he loved but wasnt in love with him. that is so fucking devastating but so real? everything about the chapter was so real and so twisted but at the same time like just waht the fic needed. and the fact that reg knew about the ed but doesnt know the reason is so upsetting too shit.

anyway i have a few questions for future chapters if you dont mind.

will regulus ever find out the reason behind evans ed?

mattheo from chapter 3 (dorcas' hot model canadian friend) will he show up and cause some drama?

whose pov is the next chapter?

how many chapters b4 the dorcas chapter?

sorry i dont mean to be a bitch but WHEN IS EVAN/ BARTY GONNA KISS HIM?? WHEN?? (im eating this shit up dw but ya girls gotta know)

weve had evan/barty/reg povs and we know we're getting a dorcas pov but are we gonna get james/marlene/pandora?

i adore your fic, its my favortie rosekiller story ever ever ever and i cant wait for the next chapter. thank you for writing this masterpiece have a good day:)))))))

hey sweetheart, first of all wow, thank you, I'm so glad that you enjoy the fic!!!

IM SO HAPPY WITH THE HUMOUR/PINING/HEARTBREAK thing, cause I'm always so worried about making it too happy/sad so i try to mix it up a bit, so thank you!!

evans character is SO personal to me, he is just. writing him i couldn't stop, the words just kept going and i was like shit dude. well. that's truly upsetting, but the amount of people who told me afterwards how much the character and the situation meant to them made me fuckin SOB.

and the questions!

im so on the fence about this i will have to get back to you

yes he WILL, tysm for asking, he most definitely is making an entrance.

the chapter I'm CURRENTLY writing (8) is what i assume you mean, and it is split barty first and then evan.

babe idek i thought it was 1 last chapter and now there's another so maybe next next chapter (9) and if not then definitely the one after that.

HAHAHAH I HAVE NO IDEA!!! its gonna happen (they get close this chapter!!)

ummm we will defo be getting a pandora chapter at one point but that'll probably be a little ways away, and james. boy do i have a chapter for james. marlene may not get one but she will be featuring heavily in the james/dorcas/next (8) chapter.

thank you thank you for this ask is means the world

[ethernetmeep]

as to not taint the humor of the millipede post, i say this separately and as its own sort of weird entry thing; today was not all that nice. if you somehow wish to read emotional ramblings then feel free below i suppose. this will all probably be very embarrassing & stupid & gone at a certain point

at first, it seemed to be fine; by all accounts, i felt normal. i was happy, content, neutral, what have you. near the end of first period, i felt a sudden and all encompassing sort of emotional pain which is hard to explain besides a knife in ones gut. i try to shrug it off, go back to normal; i listen to instructions of my teacher before i ask to sit outside. i proceed to bawl my eyes out silently.

and you may ask, WHY? and i ask the exact same thing! i have no clue why i suddenly break down like this, but i do, and its heavy and uncomfortable. i sob out of both guilt and intense emotions unable to be placed anywhere definitively. i sob because i don’t know what else to do, as trying to hold my emotions in has seemingly only made me sick thus far in the day.

i continue to cry for an uncomfortable amount of time i won’t disclose. a teacher who i enjoy greatly sits beside me in the hall; without even having to say the words aloud, i answer him. i talk quietly of things i remember and talk of how upset i feel; not mad upset, but sad upset. he seems confused on what too much of something would be. ive been wondering this for months. he asks if it was possibly seen as something more intimate. i say this could be likely and i feel far worse; i feel awful, actually. he runs off because hes a busy man. i think about our conversation and i feel overwhelmingly distressed. i feel sick. i feel as if ive ruined everything by accidentally implying something different then what i may mean. i dont enjoy the vague way certain events occur. i hate being vague, i hate not being able to read between the lines of things; vagueness scares me to a point of distress and acute worry, which is probably hypocritical.

i have to resort to one of the stupidest things ive imagined in a long time in order to not feel the overwhelming & all encompassing feeling of wanting to [REDACTED]; imagining myself as stanley from the stanley parable and being lectured about how this action would quote make the timeline collapse in on itself or quote ruin the game by the narrator. i can imagine his voice clearly in my mind saying STANLEY, YOU CAN’T SELF-IMMOLATE STANLEY, THAT WOULD RUIN EVERYTHING WE WORKED FOR! something stupid like that. its odd that it helped.

i was fine, although i then proceeded to not be fine. got asked if i was okay. answered truthfully and said no. an acquaintance prompted me to talk about it with her, then simply.. left. had to find the girl she enjoys being with. she said she would find me later and talk about it; i really didn’t want to talk about it. i moved to put on my headphones then realized it was stupid & was already on the verge of tears again at simply the discussion from before & feeling like a circus animal being heavily scrutinized and laughed at under intense gaze. i get to class but i am overwhelmingly unable to do anything but cry.

i get to go to the library, but at the detriment to my friends. i text one and tell her i won’t be at lunch as im dealing with emotional distress and don’t want to quote, be a debbie downer. i am saddened at my actions; i wish i would’ve just went and talked with them, but i also don’t wish that i did because i hate distressing those i care about. i didn’t want to put more on my friends plates. i’d deal with it myself

of course, nothing is ever sound & calm for long; the area which i feel comfortable crying in is overtaken and i move uncomfortably. i am asked if im okay. i lie blatantly to a girl ive known as an acquaintance for years. i feel bad for lying; i don’t want her to worry about me. it wasn’t important, anyway. eventually i regain my composure and get back to class. it ends and i move on; as per usual, my mood fluctuates and i soon find myself worried sick and leaving her classroom.

i stay after although i know the chess club is cancelled for this week. i don’t like the change. its not as if im mad at the change, i just so desperately wanted to believe the days i dealt with before actually still accumulated to something i enjoyed. now the one thing i enjoy is off to not occur for next week, either; giving me very little to look forward to, if anything

i sit in the airlock. i write in my notebook a list of things someone would do before self-immolation. hypothetically, of course. maybe four or five things on it are actually things one would care about. one is to play a DLC, another is to finish a novel; one is to stay in order to see the cicadas arrive & to visit the cemetery in the spring like someone (fine, me!) mentioned weeks back that i wanted to do. its uncomfortable how the novel i enjoyed dearly was not one of the important things on the list.

it takes quite a lot to kill me, i think. kind of like a tick.

i’ll be fine; i always am. i think ive gotten better. im slowly feeling more and more sane again, although the stress puke is still prevalent. as ive lived on, its gone down to a point where i just gag; don’t puke. i enjoy documenting when i do feel things like this, strangely enough. having an archive of my life makes me feel sane. its also interesting to look back on.

thanks if you read this somehow, even after the warning of how stupid it would be. i appreciate you, hypothetical reader. i enjoy your hypothetical quiet company

[barkspawn]

lol then can we get "i love you, no matter what that means to you, i'm going to take care of you, even if you dont want me to" prompt from the romantic quotes prompt list with elliott? <3 i love your writing

Thank you, I'll never get used to the fact that people like my stuff. it's wild.

and tbh, I'm realizing the things I enjoy writing the most, which is suuuuuuuuuuuper helpful. so thank YOU and the others who send in prompts.

Amelia had been struggling for the past few weeks. Her depression took a turn for the worse when she heard of her father falling ill and after receiving a spiteful email from an old "friend" explaining how selfish and idiotic she was for leaving the city. It was hurtful enough to wear her down. 

Amelia was keeping up with the crops okay and was trying extra hard to make the animals happy. She knew he was picking on her, but when Shane visited with a new chick and made a comment about how the crops seemed small and dinky, she felt herself hit a low. She knew he'd feel horrible if he knew, so she decided not to tell him. 

Elliott was an entirely different situation. They'd been together for a year and a half and she couldn't stomach letting him see her like this. He knew something was wrong right away and decided to give her space for a few days, deciding today to be a little more persistent. 

Amelia looked down at her phone as it rang. She sat on the couch with her knees drawn to her chest, just staring at the rustic painting on the wall in thought. The third time the phone started to ring she sighed, answering the call. 

"Hello?" She winced, not even recognizing her own voice. 

"Hey, love," Elliott started, trying to keep his tone as normal as possible, even if he was sick with worry, "I've missed you. I was thinking I'll bring some food to you this evening. We'll curl up and watch a movie."

The idea seemed nice to her, but she genuinely believed it wasn't what she deserved. Before thinking, she spoke, "Actually, I wanted to talk to you, El. Can you come by soon?"

He paused for a long moment before answering, "of course. I'll leave now. I love you."

"I love you too," she responded too quickly, hanging up and letting tears fall as a sob escaped her. This is how it had to be. 

Elliot was a brilliant man with a bright and happy future ahead of him. She could not let herself be the one responsible for holding him back. It wouldn't be fair. She loved him with her whole being, which is why she had to stop this. He deserved so much more. 

After a moment, she stood to clean herself up, pacing until she heard his footsteps on the porch. He gave a light knock before opening the door, his smile brightening up the entire room. He looked as handsome as ever, a small container that could only be from the saloon in his hands. His smile and his general presence lifted her spirits a bit. For a moment, she wondered if this was a mistake. Quickly, she resolved that it needed to be done. It was for him, not her. 

Closing the door behind him, he set the food on the counter and moved to wrap his arms around her in a tight, loving hug that broke her heart. When she didn't hug him back, he pulled back, his hands on her shoulders. 

"Amelia? What's on your mind?" He searched her face, not oblivious to her tear-stained eyes and cheeks. She took a shaky breath and closed her eyes.

"Elliott, I don't think we should see each other anymore."

His hands fell from her shoulders as he looked over her face once more. Something was wrong and she wasn't okay. He knew that. Still, his heart ached. 

"I see," he responded after a long moment, "may I ask if it is something I've done or-"

"No, no, El," she interjected, tears unable to be stopped, "You've been perfect in every way.. I just can't keep doing this. I can't keep pretending I'm right for you when I'm so clearly not."

He flinched at that, cursing his own eyes for going misty, "if that is what you want, Amelia, I will not fight you. I am never far.. should you need me for anything."

He made his way to the door before stepping through, the sob that came from behind the door ripping his heart to pieces more than her leaving him ever could. 

His chest tight and his eyes red, he turned back to town. 

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Elliott sat at the small fire outside of his shack, checking his phone for the millionth time before sighing and shoving it in his pocket. He poured the rest of the wine into his glass, noticing a dark figure at the end of the pier as he went to take a drink. When he focused, he saw it was Sebastian, sitting quietly on the edge. 

Elliott stood, glass in hand, and headed down the end of the pier to stand behind the younger man. 

"Sebastian, right?"

Sebastian looked up at him, sarcastic remark locked and loaded, but bit it back as he saw the man's face. Elliott was a little bit of a mess himself. Sebastian just nodded and stared back toward the ocean. 

"You.. you're Amelia's friend, aren't you?"

"I mean, yeah," Sebastian started, his expression twisted in confusion, "why, aren't you her boyfriend?"

Elliott looked down at his glass, tracing the rim, "as of this morning, no. I'm not."

Sebastian deflated, frowning as he moved aside for Elliott to sit. He really didn't care enough about Elliott in the equation, but about how Amelia was. They'd been best friends for a year and she was head over heels for this guy. 

"Sorry to hear, man," he stared ahead, his frown deeper still than usual. 

"Me too," Elliott started as he sat beside him, "I just.. I wanted to ask you," his voice was quiet, almost feeling guilty for asking, "have you spoken with her in the last few days?"

Sebastian turned to give the man a confused look before his expression softened, "yeah, I guess. She canceled plans we had and she said she wasn't feeling good. Why?"

Elliott pinched the bridge of his nose, "when I saw her today, it was like she was a different person," he started, voice still shaking, "she was cold and distant. But she looked like she hadn't been eating or something of the like," he paused again, turning to look at the other man, "I'm worried about her."

Sebastian's brow knit together as he stared, deep in thought, "and, if you're cool with telling me, what did she say?"

"She said she couldn't do it anymore. She told me it wasn't me and that I was great.. she said she wasn't right for me."

Sebastian sat and thought for a long moment, frowning before he sighed, "I know her dad is sick," Elliott nodded, his frown growing deeper, "and she got this letter from an old friend. She wouldn't tell me more.." Elliott sighed as Sebastian turned to look at him, "did she seem depressed? Like what you see in those shitty commercials, but real and not forced?"

Elliott thought for a long moment. He thought about every word she said, how she seemed so tired and thin, and how she looked and sounded. 

"Yeah, it was a lot like that."

"There's your answer, dude," he pulled out his cigarettes, "I'll check on her later, but she adores you. She was talking about it last week ."

Somehow, Elliott felt worse hearing that. He gave a small nod, taking a long drink of his wine, frowning as the dregs swirled around the bottom of his glass.

"Is it an awful idea to reach out to her the day she left me?"

Sebastian nodded, taking a long drag of his cigarette, "I'll swing by tonight. I have your number and I'll text you how she is. Swing by in the morning and just… do your poetic… artistic… romantic shit."

Elliott gave a small chuckle before shifting to stand up, "thank you, Sebastian. I'm very glad to have gotten your insight."

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Elliott woke up earlier than he usually would have, gathering some different things to take with him to the farm. He created a care package of sorts, picking up her favorite hot tea, some ingredients for different meals he knew she loved, a pair of his most comfortable pajamas (as he couldn't go and buy her a new set before going over), and a journal. He had opened up to a few pages, writing little affirmations on some pages. 

He felt horrible for not recognizing how much she was suffering. He'd been there before, but not in a long time. Once he gathered everything, he sighed, heading toward the farm. 

As he made his way there, his confidence waned a bit as he grew closer. He hoped she wouldn't be mad at him for coming, but Sebastian's text made it pretty clear that Elliott coming over would help her, so it was the plan. He walked up the steps, taking his time before knocking lightly on the door. 

His heart dropped as he saw her open the door. She was exhausted and pale like she hadn't slept for days. 

"Elliott?" She started, her voice cracking. 

"May I come in?" He gestured to the bag he held with all of the stuff he had. She paused for a long moment before sighing and opening the door, allowing him to pass. 

"I'm not sure why you'd come," she frowned, her arms wrapping around herself, "I'm not your responsibility. You don't have to care anymore."

He gave her a gentle look as he placed the bag down before walking over to her, his voice quiet but firm, "Amelia, I can see you're struggling. Whether or not being with me is a part of you getting better, I love you, no matter what that means to you," he started, shifting to gesture to the bag, "I'm going to take care of you, even if you don't want me to. Because you should never be alone when you feel this way, no one should."

Her gaze fell to the floor as she failed to stop her tears from falling. After a long moment, she gave a small nod. 

"I'll never force it, but tell me if you should like a hug. Sometimes such a small– oof," he was cut off as she wrapped her arms around his waist almost too tightly. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her back with as much emotion as he could show. He felt her shaking, like a string had snapped that was holding her up, leaving her a crying mess in his arms. His heart broke for her, but he was so glad he was here. 

They stayed like that for an incredibly long time before he pulled back to grab the pajamas from the bag and brought them to her.

"Go ahead and take a nice, hot shower. I'll make you some food. You can call me if you need me."

After a few hours, she had eaten, explained everything, and broke down once more in his arms. He just sat beside her, intently listening as she cried and spoke. She couldn't seem to look at him when she finished. 

"Amelia, that woman who sent that is no friend. She is simply jealous that you were able to escape and make a new life for yourself," he started, moving to take her hand but stopping himself, "and I'm so sorry about your father. If you'd like me to be, I'll be here every step of the way. If you want me to remain at a distance, Sebastian will definitely be here as well."

She wiped away a new wave of tears, letting herself lean into him once more, "I love you more than anything. I know it's not my place to say it, but I can't just not tell you how loved you truly are."

After a long moment, she stood on her toes and pressed a small, painfully gentle kiss to Elliott's lips. 

"I.. don't want to leave you, El..," she started, "I just can't stand the idea of holding you back or bringing you down.."

The small kiss gave him the push to take her hands in his, "you couldn't do either of those things if you tried. I'm right here if you still want me. And even if you don't, for that matter. I won't leave your side until I know that you're okay and happy. Now, would you like to watch a horrible movie?"

She cracked a small smile for the first time in days before pulling him into one more tight hug. 

"You deserve so much better than me, you know," she sighed, "I've always considered you out of my league, but-"

"None of that," he pulled back, hushing her, "you deserve the world and I intend on giving that to you, whether you believe me or not because I love you."

She stared up at him, her smile growing for the first time in days, "I love you, El," she shook her head, "thank you for not… giving up. It would have been the biggest mistake I'd ever made.."

"So you don't want to stop seeing me?" He couldn't help the hope in his voice, relaxing when she shook her head. He continued, "I'm happier to hear that than I can begin to show," he smiled and pulled back toward the couch, "now shall we watch shoddy animatronics try to fight each other?"

She laughed, the feeling almost unfamiliar, as she moved to curl up beside him on the couch with a blanket. 

This is where she belonged and she was endlessly glad he didn't give up on her. 

With people who care for her this much, how could she not see herself being okay?

She rest her head on his shoulder, laughing at the movie with her hand in his.

[ftafp]

how the fuck are wrinkles the part of aging some of y'all are scared of? Literally almost had a mental breakdown today because of how much dread has been building up inside me and you wanna know what nearly made me start sobbing in a public park?

The idea that I could do everything in my power to fight against it, and still end up a fucking boomer.

Think about it. Think about being the kind of person who spends 40 years in a cubicle, who has owned a computer for 30 of them and still doesn't know how to use it, who is so out of touch they dont know what a "woke" is, who thinks of art as a hobby and getting a promotion as an ambition, whose favorite Michael Scott quote is their entire personality, who thinks acceptence and mindfulness are solutions to , who retires at 60 and vegitates because their soul starved to death in their 30s, who can't remember having dreams that weren't "realstic", and who would have commited suicide at 10 if they saw themselves in their 60s.

That is unnatural to me. That is why I need pills to just to sleep. You don't choose to for that to happen to you, because no sane person ever would. That's a degeneration I know that runs in my family. And some of y'all are scared of crows feet smfh

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Hello! From this list for J/B.

What is the first thing they notice about a stranger?

Who would they quote?

What could make them change their mind?

What are their guilty pleasures?

What is something they're staunchly against?

If they ever cry over a song,

What is a song that will always make them cry?

(I think I may have been worse than you lol)

im actually gonna get around to answering all the asks i have sitting around woo

What is the first thing they notice about a stranger?

okay so this one was hard but honestly, for both of them, i think its queerness. ive realized that i do this and it absolutely fits them too. like if there are indicators that any stranger is queer they will instantly like them a little more than anyone else in the room. besides that though asdfghjk if any stranger has cool fashion, whether that be jewelry, a shirt, etc. theyll usually take note of that just bc its something theyre interested in

Who would they quote?

neither of them are really big on the shitty inspirational quotes, so realistically in the day-to-day itd be random tv show characters, lyrics, or comedians. and for bryce he also adds in random tiktoks that stick in his head. for jensen i assume he, like me, quotes john mulaney at least a few times a week, usually w "thats the same joke twice" and various other things (ik hes controversial but that man has cured multiple depressive episodes for me so i gotta take it where i can get it). for bryce i absolutely think he does the crazy? i was crazy once bit whenever the opportunity presents itself.

What could make them change their mind?

pftt each other? but anyway lol jensen is a facts and evidence person. he doesnt do as well when emotions are in the mix, and if theres undeniable, untampered evidence, that would change his mind pretty easily. though, there are people he has soft spots for. bryce, of course, but also people like liyah and his mom (especially his mom). hed be willing to throw evidence and facts to the wayside for them if he really needed to (again, his mom)

bryce is a little harder to convince. hes not stubborn, at least not as stubborn as jensen, but he would rather stick by the sides of people he knows and cares about than look at the facts (if they go against them). convincing him to change his mind is definitely the way to go, but it has to be from someone he trusts without a doubt

What are their guilty pleasures?

oh this one is hard. i think jensen is a really bad doom scroller. it tends to start with him looking into news or something hes interested in for a quick second, but it very quickly turns into an hour or more of just the worst shit imaginable, and a lot of the time its shit that can and/or will trigger his ocd

and bryce watches bluey. thats it.

What is something they're staunchly against?

okay i could say the obvious "dont be a pos person" shit but we all know that so heres some fun ones

jensens is wearing outside shoes in the house. if you wear outside shoes in his house you WILL be cleaning it up. he thinks its gross and rude and if he convinces himself youve brought in a disease that will kill him then thats totally unrelated to his ocd. he is happy to provide socks or youre more than welcome to leave a pair of inside shoes there, but dont wear your outside shoes into his house

bryce has a deep-seated dislike for anything that comes in the color yellow. he does not own one thing with yellow on it. he doesnt know why either, but if its in yellow, its almost a guarantee that will not like it

What is a song that will always make them cry?

jensen doesnt have any, and bryce doesnt have one song that will Always make him cry. but, if hes in the mood, he will be sobbing to literally everything. some that come to mind would be oh noel by idkhow :), my love mine all mine by mitski, and news at 9 by peter mcpoland