#enjoy my 4 am brainrot

[serien-grl-22]

Kai's character arc is such a big, wasted potential.

His character developement is extremely underrated, because he isn't a main character and it happened in the background (and was after s3 totally ignored).

He joined the Krew as a thief who didn't care about anyone. He lied to them, told them that his new gained airbending abilities changed him, but by the next chance he started to steal again and run away. The Krew took him in (Bolin immediately adopted him, Korra protected him, he and Jinora had the "connection") but there was no guilt in him to leave it all behind.

His change started when he was saved from the Dai Li. He really felt sorry and apologized to Mako and Bolin.

The next, and probably biggest changing point for his life was Jinora. They soon built a friendship (and on the long way more) and he gave everything to safe her from the kidnappers. Same when the Dai Li agent captured her. It was the first time we've seen him caring deeply for someone else and wanting to help them (when we ignore the one weak airbender who he spared in the training battles). The peak of his change was - obvious - when the Red Lotus attacked and he was willing to sacrify his life for the other airbenders (Jinora?).

In book four and the comics he hadn't much screen time, but when he was on screen, he was mostly calm and stayed neutral. His shots were thoughtful. That wasn't the insidious boy from the beginning anymore.

[clinicallyinsanedumpsterrabbit]

So I may have got The Book of Bill and it has me in a slight tiny itty bit of a death grip hyperfixation where all I've been able to imagine is his pathetic toxic ex ass

This pathetic triangle has once again parasitically wormed his way into my brain after years of absence

Also he totally would try and gaslight Ford and say he probably just lost the shirt when he stole it if ever asked where the shirt went

Ok so I could've put a ton of things in that last, panel, so I did, with some joke suggestive ones as the last two below the cut

I'm going to explode him with stock video explosions a bajillion times over

[svtskneecaps]

took advantage of what may apparently be the last quiet qsmp night for a WHILE to watch through some day 1 vods, since i didn't hop on the train until mid april. holy SHIT there is gold in those metaphorical hills. one day i gotta make a compilation fr but it is so tedious the way i get clips.

anyway here's a collection of highlights:

[locustsend]

killian i hate you and your smug face !

[junezsq]

high school reunion

steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: when returning to your old high school five years later might turn into a run in with your ex, you’re not sure if you should even go. what you did not expect was that seeing him again felt like no time had passed at all. he was just so easy to talk to

right person, wrong time -> right person, right time

warnings: a few swear words, make out scene, mentions of stranger things season 2, 3 & 4, mention of nightmares & migraines, flashback

word count: 3.5k

a/n: this took me about a week but i’m honestly really proud of it :’) the steve brainrot is real so i really didn’t mind spending everyday thinking of this fic lmao. i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i did writing <3

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the usually neatly made up bed that had now formed into a heap of discarded clothing items was the first sign of chaos. the desk and vanity full with hair and make up products was the second. a loud groan filled the room as you threw yourself onto your bed, feeling bumps of clothing poke into your back, but you didn’t seem to mind. “ugh, i’m not doing this.”

robin gasped and instantly turned her head to look at you, her hands still buried somewhere into your closet, “what do you mean?!”

“i’m not going.” you sighed, your eyes going over the ceiling. your hand found a piece of clothing to play with while you spoke, “i really don’t feel like seeing all of them again.” the material felt soft, like one of your sweaters, or maybe a t-shirt, “besides, i’ve got nothing to wear.”

robin raised her brows, retracting her arms from your closet so she could wave them around, “uhm, hello?? have you seen your room?” she exclaimed, placing her hands on her hips, “you’ve got clothes for an entire orphanage.”

you scoffed playfully, “nothing feels right to wear, though.” you mumbled, glancing down at the clothing item you’d been playing with; it wasn’t a sweater nor a t-shirt, but one of your favorite skirts, and even that didn’t live up to your expectations for tonight. a breath left your lips before letting go of the fabric and sitting up to look at robin, “i don’t want to get there and disappoint. you know, the girl who was supposed to be successful, but failed. miserably.”

“you didn’t fail miserably.” robin shrugged and you raised your brows at her. “okay, maybe, you didn’t go to college like you wanted, and moved back into your childhood bedroom,” she turned back towards your closet to continue digging through your clothes, “but who cares?? it’s only been five years, who knows what might’ve happened this time next year. right now, you’re single and living the life!”

you let your head fall into your hands with a sigh. your brain went over everyone that could possibly be there and when a certain name popped up you stilled. a gasp left your lips as your head snapped up to face robin’s back, “oh my god, what if steve’s going to be there?”

robin chuckled, “of course he’s going to be there, he was in your year.”

“ugh,” you groaned, letting yourself fall backwards onto your bed, “what if he wants to talk to me?? what am i gonna say?”

“just be yourself,” robin pulled one of your shirts out of your closet and assessed it before throwing it over her shoulder, “it’s not like you don’t know how to talk to him, i remember you two were, like, attached to the hip a couple years ago.”

“until we broke up.” you huffed, closing your eyes in remembrance. “i haven’t spoken to him since.”

robin didn’t seem to notice the somber undertone in your words, “yeah, but remember what happened 4 years back?.” she took out another shirt but also discarded it, “we all went through some heavy shit and you both weren’t really in the right headspace after, you know?” she pulled her attention away from your t-shirts and turned to your dresses, “maybe you just needed some time for yourself. both of you.”

you turned her words over in your head, opening your eyes again to let them go over the ceiling. when robin didn’t hear you speak up she continued, “i’m not saying you should jump on his dick the second you see him—“

“robin!” you exclaimed as you sat up again and watched how she threw another one of your dresses onto your bed. her arm basically disappeared into the back of your closet, “what i mean is, it might be awkward at first, but isn’t it worth it to talk to him and give it a shot? even if it’s just as, i don’t know, acquaintances.”

“maybe,” you mumbled, anxiously running your hands through your hair and over your face, “i just don’t want it be all awkward, with annoying small talk, which i hate, and—“

“holy shit!” robin’s voice stopped you from rattling. you watched as she pulled a long red dress from the back of your closet, “it’s perfect!”

your breath hitched when you saw the dress she’d picked. it was the dress you’d bought especially for a date you and steve were supposed to go on. you’d bought it months in advance, as a surprise, but never got to actually wear it since you’d broken up only a few weeks before you got to go.

after your and steve’s break up, you’d stuffed the dress in the back of your closet, not wanting to be reminded of how embarrassed you had felt about spending all that money on a stupid dress you never even got to wear. seeing it again, years later, made you remember why you’d bought it in the first place; it was gorgeous.

robin’s voice pulled you away from your thoughts, “what do you think??”

your eyes flickered between robin and the dress for a moment, eventually resting on robin, “i don’t know…” you sighed, “it’s been in my closet for years, i’m not sure it’ll still fit.”

robin narrowed her eyes at you, not believing your excuse for even a second, “your body type hasn’t changed at all.” she threw the dress in your lap, “and i mean that as a compliment, go on, try it!”

you sighed once more, “fine.” you mumbled, taking the dress in your hand and standing up from the comfort of your bed. you pointed your finger at robin, “but only because you’re annoying when you don’t get what you want.”

"thank you!" robin sing-songed, turning to the vanity on the other side of your room to busy herself with your make-up while you changed. your eyes stayed on robin for a moment before glancing down at the dress in your hands. while playing with the satin fabric you bit your bottom lip in uncertainty.

after standing in thought for a moment you mentally rolled your eyes at yourself. it was just a dress and it was definitely way too pretty to stuff it back into your closet for another five years.

with a light shake of your head you pealed off the clothes you were currently wearing and slipped inside the dress. while adjusting the straps on your shoulders you looked at your reflection in your mirror. a small smile grew on your lips as you let your hands glide down your hips to smooth out the fabric.

"holy mother of god." robin's voice pulled you away from your thoughts, "god is a woman, and that woman is you." you raised your brows at her words and a laugh escaped your lips, "you're insane, you know that, right?"

she smiled at you, closing the distance between you two to grab your hands and pull you towards your vanity. she moved her hands to your shoulders and pushed you down onto the chair. "okay, so, I've thought out this look that i think pairs so well with the dress." she spoke quickly as she grabbed your desk chair and sat down opposite of you, "close your eyes."

you giggled, following her orders. when you felt one of your make-up brushes touch the skin of your eyelids you smiled to yourself, appreciating this moment. after about a minute of silence, robin still focused on your make-up, you decided to voice a thought, "i know steve's your best friend, but thank you for helping me get ready for tonight."

"correction; you're both my best friends." robin slightly tilted your head up, "and do you really think steve was going to let me do his hair and make-up?" she snorted, causing you to giggle softly.

when robin moved onto your lips you opened your eyes again, seeing robin's brows knitted together in focus. "yes, perfect!" she exclaimed as she pulled back, closing the lipgloss she'd used. you turned your head to face your vanity mirror and a soft gasp left your just glossed lips when you saw yourself. "robin..."

you leaned in slightly closer to get a better look at yourself. robin had used a deep toned red to create a soft smokey eye and a gorgeous red tint lipgloss you didn't even remember owning.

"no need to thank me again," robin smirked lightly as she watched you admire the look she'd created, "i did it with love."

you turned to look at her with a wide smile, "thank you." robin threw her hands up, "i told you not to do that!" she stood up and pulled you along with her, "okay, now go kick some ass! not steve's."

you laughed at her words, again. robin had a way with words that would make sure she could get you to smile every damn time, and you adored her because of it. "I'll try my best."

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as soon as you stepped inside the familiar hawkins high gym you let out a strangled breath. a sarcastic laugh bubbled up in your throat when you noticed the school board had decorated the hall as if it was a regular high school dance. besides the cliché 'welcome back class of 1985' posters plastered all over the walls, they'd re-used snowball decorations, and the signature punch and drinks table was stood in the same spot you remembered it stood when you were in middle school.

to try and get over your nerves you decided to head to that exact table. you tuned out the sound of music and chatter as you grabbed a cup and filled it with punch. a soft breath left your lips before turning back to let your eyes glide over everyone mingling on the dance floor. when taking a sip of the punch you noticed how the recipe must not have changed at all, since it tasted exactly the same in your memory.

"it's weird, isn't it? to be back here." a voice you recognised all too well pulled your thoughts away from your old classmates. you snapped your head to the side to be faced with the one person you were hoping not to bump into tonight. your eyes glided over his side profile as he was focused on the dance floor.

"yeah..." you spoke after a moment of silence and turned back to look in front of you and took a big sip from your punch, "not even the people, it's just," you breathed out, "something about this place, you know?"

he hummed, crossing his arms, "yeah, i mean, what other school would use the same snowball decorations for every event they hold."

a chuckle left your lips before you took another swig from your drink. "you took the words right out of my mouth, harrington." you smiled lightly, turning to look at him only to find him already looking at you with a small smirk playing on his lips.

��how have you been?” he asked, sounding genuinely interested. you looked at him for a moment longer but eventually tore your eyes away from him, focusing back on everyone happily moving around the hall, “do you want me to tell you what i tell everyone else, or do you want me to be honest?” you asked before finishing your punch, placing your empty cup on the table behind you.

“whatever you feel comfortable telling me.” he noticed how your expression was tense and how there was a slight strain in your voice as you spoke. he spoke softly, not taking his eyes off your side profile, “but you know you can be honest with me.”

the fact you hadn’t seen him in years but he still spoke to you like he cared. you swallowed, knowing you’d tell him everything in a heartbeat, “can we go for a walk?” you glanced at him, his eyes still on you as he nodded, “yeah, sure.”

you internally thanked him for not joking around or completely dismissing the fact you wanted to get out of the over stimulating gym hall. you wrapped your arms around yourself as the two of you made your way out, through the hallways and eventually all the way outside. you felt almost instantly relaxed when taking a breath of fresh air, “it’s been difficult these past few years.” you eventually spoke up, your eyes fixed on the ground as the two of you walked side by side.

you had picked the honesty option. steve glanced at your side profile, but didn’t say anything; giving you the chance to speak your mind. you swallowed, "i'll think i'm doing alright, but then i wake up in the middle of the night, crying because i somehow got transported back in time and one of those stupid demodogs is trying to attack me." you tightened your arms around yourself, "or vecna's back to take max again, but we can't save her this time."

steve grabbed your arm, stopping both of you in your tracks, "hey, you still get nightmares?" he asked quietly, and when he looked over your features he noticed the tears forming in your eyes. "i thought those were over? you told me you didn't get them anymore."

your breath hitched slightly, remembering how you'd lied about your nightmares years ago, "I didn't want you to worry."

his brows raised, "you didn't—" he shuffled on his feet so he was standing directly in front of you, "you could've told me. i was your boyfriend, it was kind of my job to worry about you."

"i'm sorry." you smiled softly at his words, glancing down at his hand that was still secured on your arm, "I know that now, but i was—"

"don't apologise." he cut you off, following your eye movement with his and with the realisation he'd been clinging to you he retracted his arm. "do you still get them often?"

you looked back up to meet his eyes, "i used to get them almost every night, but it's gotten better over the years." steve nodded, still going over your features. you didn't want the silence to grow so you decided to redirect the conversation over to him, "how about you? are you doing alright?"

he shrugged, "besides the occasional migraine, i'm doing alright, yeah."

you slightly tilted your head, "you still get those?"

steve chuckle softly, "yeah, those russians must've known what they were doing." he ran a hand through his hair, "fucked me up pretty badly."

"i know, i'm sorry..." you smiled sadly, instinctively placing your hand on his upper arm, as if to comfort him. "stop apologising for shit that's not your fault." he reached up and took your hand in his, "can't really do anything about it anyway."

you gave him a singular nod and you felt him softly squeeze your hand. the conversation fell silent as you both basked in each other’s company. even though it had been five years since you’d seen him, for some peculiar reason, it felt like no time had passed at all. talking to him had always been easy and clearly nothing had changed.

after a couple minutes you lightly shook your head, finally realizing you’d been staring at him. you averted the gaze to your surroundings and found you’d ended up at the backside of hawkins high, close to the big willow tree that was now slowly going out of bloom.

a small smile formed on your lips at the thought of the two of you ending up here. the willow tree had always been your spot; you and steve having spent most of your high school days there. hiding from the rain or taking advantage of the shade during hot summer days, it never mattered.

you were sure your laughter could be heard over the entire schoolyard, but you didn’t care. “steve!” you exclaimed as he dragged you along with him, eventually stopping right underneath the willow. he leaned against the tree and pulled you closer to him. “steve, class starts in a couple minutes.” you giggled, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“which means we still have those couple minutes to do whatever we want.” he looked at you with his signature smirk as he placed one of his hands on your waist and the other on your cheek so he could pull you flush against him, dipping his head to connect his lips with yours.

you smiled against his lips, taking hold of his arm. “steve.” you mumbled. he hummed, moving his hand to the back of your neck, as if wanting to pull you even closer even though there was no space left between you.

“steve.” you tried again, moving slightly back with a small giggle, your eyes going over his features, “miss. thomson is going to kill us if we’re late.”

“who cares about miss. thomson.” he shrugged, moving his hand that was on the back of your neck to your waist as well so he could softly squeeze your hips. you playfully rolled your eyes, “i do. if i wanna keep my perfect attendance.”

he ignored your words and kissed you again, mumbling against your lips, “missing one class won’t hurt.”

you decided to just give in, already knowing there was no chance in hell steve was going to let you go. your hands found their way to his chest and up to his shoulders. he smirked against your lips when he realized he’d convinced you to stay.

you melted into the firm, but also soft, kiss. you and steve had kissed a multitude of times, but you knew you’d never grow tired of it; there was just something special about the way his lips felt on yours. your let your hands tangle up into his hair as you raised yourself to stand on your toes, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

the sudden blaring sound of the school bell interrupted you and you pulled back with a gasp. you glanced backwards to see everyone making their way inside the school building, “shit!” you cursed, looking back to steve who still had his eyes focused you, “come on, we gotta get to class!”

you untangled your hands from his hair and grabbed one of his hands. just when you started to take a step away from him, wanting to take him with you, steve pulled you back against him and placed his lips on yours once more. you immediately melted back into the kiss, but detached yourself from him not even a few seconds later.

“steve!!” you looked at him with wide eyes, “i hate you. come on!” you turned and started running off towards miss. thomson’s class, dragging him along with you.

your eyes were focused on the willow as you smiled at the memory. it was one of many, but all memories you had created with steve underneath the hawkins high willow tree were some of your favorites.

“what are you thinking of?” his voice pulled you away from your thoughts and when you turned to look at him you found him already looking at you, the exact same smirk as all those years ago playing on his lips.

you returned his smirk as you let your eyes wander over his features; they had matured but he was so obviously the same steve harrington as years ago, “i think you know.”

he chuckled, “i’m pretty sure all we did here was make out,” he glanced at the tree before focusing back on you, the smirk still playing on his lips “or maybe you remember something different.”

you laughed and lightly shook your head, “you haven’t changed at all, have you?”

he returned your laugh, running a hand through his hair. when a soft wind rustled the willow tree, he noticed how you shivered at the cold air, “wanna go back inside?” he asked softly.

“yeah, maybe we should start mingling with all the others,” you smiled softly. steve chuckled and offered you his arm. you smiled in appreciation, looping your arm through his and placing your hand in his bicep, “we have got to find out how many boyfriends christine martin has had by now.”

steve smiled but kept silent as you made your way back towards the school entrance. it was a comfortable silence and you cherished the moment you had just shared with him. when you were about to set foot inside, steve leaned closer, “you look beautiful, by the way.” he whispered in your ear, “i haven’t had the opportunity to tell you, but i’ve been thinking it since the moment i first saw you tonight.”

you turned your head to look at him and could tell he was slightly nervous telling you that, not knowing how you would react. however, you just smiled, reached up to place a soft kiss on his cheek and pulled him inside with you before he could say anything else.

[formulafics]

★ BABY, JUST SAY YES | LS2

Scenario: its no secret that logan sargent isn’t single, but one thing that no one can quite figure out - not even his co workers - is who the mystery girl is. logan doesn’t reveal who until she’s no longer his girlfriend, but his wife. (requested)

Pairing: logan sargeant x fem!popstar!reader

A/N: it’s taken me 4 days of writers block to get this one figured out, but she is finally here! i hope everyone enjoys! <3

logansargeant

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logansargeant the flight is always worth it to be with her

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sargeantformula another day, another soft launch from logan 😔 when does the pain end?

logansgirl HE LOOKS SO GOOD

formulogan so either logan plays guitar or his gf plays guitar ����

⤷ norizzlando i thought that i could figure out something by looking at the music sheets but it’s beatles songs, and i doubt logan is dating paul mccartney

⤷ alexalbonooo23 STOP IT FHIS COMMENT IS KILLING ME 😭 “i doubt logan is dating paul mccartney”

logansargeant

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logansargeant summer dump

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alex_albon getting a little to close to using @/georgerussels tactics

rizzciardo logan pls just tell us who it is 😔 do it for your fans

⤷ norrisnation DO IT FOR AMERICA

formulaobssesed why is logan kinda…

⤷ sargeantformula YOURE JUST LEARNING THIS? HES BEEN FINE

sargeantnation THE FIRST PICTURE HELLO YOU LOOK SO GOOD

ls2sargeant okay, but WHO is in the second picture? 😭

logansargeant

in love

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logansargeant

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formulanorris the location being “in love” is sickening

⤷ piastrizz no literally i want want what him and his gf have

williamillion ITS NOT FUNNY ANYMORE LOGAN

godblessls2 boy if you don’t just drop her @ rn

loscargirlie logan you wanna drop her @ sooooo bad rn

logansargeant and ynlnsargeant

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logansargeant so glad my baby said yes. happy one year, my beautiful girl.

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ynsworld LOGAN IN RHE MIDDLE OF YNA FUCK I G CONCERT???

oscarpiastri happy anniversary ❤️

⤷ rizzciardo loscar crumbs 🥹 i love them

alex_albon happy anniversary! love you guys.

formulasargeant LOGAN WHAT????

piastrizz LOGAN HUNTER SARGEANT I SWEAR TO GOD

ynfannacc the caption. not okay, young man.

⤷ godblessls2 LMAOO THIS COMMENT IS SO FUNNY FOR NO REASON

rizzciardo the mesh of logan and yn fans in the comments is so funny to me 😭

loscargirlie I KNOW I BEGGED YOU MULTIPLE TIMES TO DROP THE @ BUT COME ON LOGAN

ynlnsargeant

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ynlnsargeant what a night. thank you to everyone who came out tonight, i am so grateful for your support. on a side note, happy anniversary to my love, @/logansargeant. one year down, forever to go. 🫶🏻

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logansargeant i love you so much baby.

⤷ ynlnsargeant i love you more. thanks for coming out tonight ❤️

ynsguitar the end of an era - she changed her username

⤷ ynloverforlife ITS SO CUTE 😭 she and logan are actually so cute together i can’t even be sad

ynsworld simultaneously extremely happy for you and feeling like my heart has been ripped out. ilysm </3

ynsnumberone i cannot believe i witnessed this kiss in real time

⤷ formulasargeant i have no idea how you survived because me personally? that would be the end

danielricciardo NO WAY. happy anniversary!

⤷ rizzciardo DANIEL WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE LMAO

⤷ sargeantformula apparently only oscar, lando, and alex knew about their relationship. oscar was the only one who went to the wedding 💔 (not to mention daniel has always liked yn’s music)

all feedback is appreciated! thank you for reading <3 - daelynn

general taglist | @renarots (special shoutout to her for always fueling the brainrot for these fics) @jsjcue @treehouse-mouse @harrysdimple05 @illicitverstappen @lovstappen @minkyungseokie

[myokk]

WHAT IS UP WITH THE HOGWARTS LEGACY FANDOM?????????????

I am so fucking fed up with this fandom & honestly it makes me lose any desire to post anything here anymore.

So many people here look at EVERYTHING as a damn competition and it’s NOT. It should be a place for people to brainrot together, talk about theories, and enjoy seeing what other people draw and write etc. Have I sometimes felt insecure bc I don’t get as many notes as other people?! Yes of course…but I always focus on the connections and the lovely people I’ve met and like talking to bc that’s why I post in the first place. I didn’t spend 4 months posting my fic to 10 kudos and 1 comment with basically no feedback bc I care about popularity😆😆

I’ve never been part of a fandom before this one but honestly everything feels so immature here, especially lately. Is it NORMAL to send hate to people who interpret the characters differently than you?! Or send hate to people who ship something you don’t like???? Is it NORMAL to start a confessions blog that’s for people to vague post about others & give everyone reading it anxiety??? (And NO, it’s not “leveling the playing field” wtf). Is it NORMAL to be so close minded, that you’re always trying to start shit with other people?!!??

It is SO FUCKING EXHAUSTING & honestly I try my hardest to NOT feed into any negativity and I’ve never posted the hate I’ve gotten because quite frankly, it’s ridiculous.

I genuinely love seeing what all of you post and always try to comment when I have the mental energy, because I love having a sense of community and you’re all very talented.

[thoughtsthatgounnoticed]

Swept up in Expectations

As an anxious and curious person, I couldn’t help but check every now and then to see what the vibe was for P2 before watching it myself. After all the excitement during the wait between P1 and 2, nothing could have prepared me for the whiplash I felt reading disappointed and equally ecstatic posts from reactions to Eps 5 to 8.

Now that I’ve seen the episodes myself I’m trying to make sense of how I felt so I’m putting the figurative pen to paper and hope anyone as confused as I am can ruminate with me.

To put simply - I think we were all swept up in the excitement of Nic and Luke’s press tour (a whole other can of worms for some) and the many spoilers, speculations, and info from cast interviews during the wait between P1 and 2 that appeared to have been Polin positive. This energy then ballooned our expectations. I personally forgot that although Bridgerton is endearing and fun, it’s ultimately not a BBC or HBO production (I love Bridgerton but it’s no Pulitzer Prize winner in writing). So I think we expected more and are crashing from our collective highs.

Then there’s Polin and Penelope. As someone who didn’t personally enjoy S1 and 2 stories, S3 was going to be one I could truly enjoy and romanticize, and experience that Bridgerton brainrot everyone keeps taking about. Admittedly, it took me listening to some discourse and a second watch to truly appreciate P1. I’ve come away with so much love for Polin and their unfolding love story as well as Pen’s journey. The friends to lovers trope is beautiful, sweet, endearing, romantic, with a lot of history between two people. It had me singing along at the top of my lungs to Taylor Swift in the car even though it’s not my usual type of music. I was swooned and romanced.

But Part 2 was…. rough…. (Ramblings below)

At least after episode 5. It felt like I wasn’t watching the same season. I knew the weight of LW was going to put Penelope through the wringer before we can ultimately move on in peace. I expected the angst, it didn’t bother me, even if it meant seeing the worst of Colin’s anger temporarily.

I think what bothers me is the wasted potential of Polin’s season brought on by unnecessary side plots that could have given more time to Colin, Penelope and Eloise’s complex relationship and individual feelings. It was a season that absolutely needed to flesh out these characters alongside LW’s plot. Instead we got lengthy scenes of side characters with no payoff or stories that could have waited to be told next season. Polin felt like side characters in their own stories, their scenes so cruelly cut between other people’s dramas - I was swooning one second to wondering why we’ve jumped to sideplot A and B, then back to swooning over Polin again (their wedding dance for example 😭).

Then there’s the question of intimacy and how we would have loved to see more - probably brought on by a rumored missing montage. Instead after all the pain, the culmination of intimacy between Polin was the 5 second scene towards the end that looked like one of Anthony or Ben’s random brothel end-of-episode montage scenes in S1. I didn’t need plenty of intimacy scenes, I just wanted there to be growth in their intimacy evolving beyond what they had in Ep 5 and after all that drama.

Part 2 should have focused on how Colin, Penelope and Eloise came to terms with the LW revelation and the aching healing process it took to overcome that because the love they have for one another was stronger. I found myself thinking how in hell they could resolve all of this and it became progressively clear that the resolution was going to feel underwhelming and rushed. Especially, when the last episode alone had another wedding, Colin and Penelope still not communicating, and like 4-5 scenes of Ben and his mistress and their lover. We sat there in complete shock at how we kept going back to those scenes when the season had bigger fish to fry.

Although the show attempted to delve into Colin’s journey post revelation, the process of overcoming his sadness/jealousy was not fleshed out satisfactorily. I’m not saying it isn’t there (the very quick scenes of him looking through Penelope’s letters, listening to her speech at the end, his speech to Cressida, interactions with Kanthony/Eloise etc) but it lacked…something. Maybe it needed just a beat longer, a few more words, a bit more time. I don’t need it to drag, I just needed more within the depth of the scenes. Funnily, some of the side plot scenes lasted longer, which was so evil. Colin deserved a concise arc like Penelope’s. I hope Luke Newton’s back wasn’t hurting from carrying all the weight of Colin’s journey through his delivery and face acting because the writers were not giving him much to work with.

And so, the ending of the season felt odd. On one hand I was happy Polin got their happy ending and in theory their progression made sense, but on the other I felt like the show did a disservice by not taking us carefully and deliberately on that progression journey we wonderfully started in S1 and 2. I will always have ep 1-5 to look back on fondly and I was teary eyed when Colin delivered his ep 8 love speech to Pen. It felt like a glimpse of what we could’ve had and what they did have in P1. However, there’s this feeling of anti-climax that is so palpable given how impactful the press tour was. Am I still walking away from this season loving Polin and enjoying the scenes we did get of them? YES. Am I satisfied with it? NO.

This is 70% an emotional rant that may subside once the excitement dies down. I have thoroughly enjoyed everyone’s input and analysis and may have just been swept up in expectations.

[universaln0b0dy]

Zoé Lee (Mlb au)

[Note] Hey, hey! I wanted to start rewriting and designing miraculous for the fun of it. Please note that this is just for fun and giggles! I will try to keep the rewrite as close to the show as possible, at the same time I want to put as much of my ideas into it as I can. Also this is probably an angst au, because of my 3 am brainrot.

Zoé Lee:

Nice character, but I kinda dislike her in the show. She was added for what? I mean maybe as a better half for Chloe but she is just a replacement. If I handed Chloe character development nothing would change in the show. Zoe is lost potential and because I didn't have any idea what to do with og Zoe I renewed her completely. But enough of me yappin

Backstory:

Zoé hates her parents. Her mother is a cheating wench and a drama queen and her father a manipulative and corrupted politician. The only person in her family she likes is Chloe, her half sister.

If you read Chloe's rewrite you might already know that Zoe isn't the kid born out of wedlock, but Chloe. But out of a sense of protective ness she decides to claim that Andre isn't her father and moves to New York with her mother.

There she spends a lot of time trying to reach out to Chloe, but never receives an answer. Almost Zoe would have given up, if her mothers assistant hadn't personally delivered one last letter.

Zoé's personality, season 3-4

Manipulative and a good liar/pretender; Zoé has no trouble acting, in one minute she can be the nicest person you know before doing a 180 and constantly belittling you. She learned from the best after all!

Loving and Caring; A side one rarely gets to see. When her younger sister finally reaches out to her Zoé is ready to bring her home. But she isn't only nice to her sister, she has an open ear for those who her sister harms and becomes a sort of idol for Juleka and Marinette for different reasons.

Headstrong and Stubborn. If she plans on other throwing the government, she will overthrow the government. If she wants custody of her sister, she will get custody of her sister. She is very strong about what she wants and rarely backs down from achieving her dreams. This also makes her vulnerable to hawkmoths attacks.

Confident, encouraging but also judging, she will support crazy ideas, but she is also older than the main cast of miraculous, which also gives her the "wisdom" of being an adult. She doesn't have much screen time, but when she does you will also see her genuinely asking just what the fuck is happening, constantly.

Zoé as worker Bee:

No, Zoe won't become an actually present miraculous holder. The sole reason for it is that she doesn't want to be a super hero and that Chloe is the bee miraculous holder. That is why she also choose the name "Worker bee". She regards herself as someone while doing the work, not doing the work for herself but in order to ensure the survival of someone else.

Worker bee only shows up twice and outright rejects Lady bugs idea of becoming a hero more often.

That means Chloe is a constant bee miraculous holder! (Yay)

Drawing

Lol, girly is 18 but doesn't act like an adult. She only dresses this way because her mother hates it. Her hero costume unlike all the others doesn't have as many animal influences as the others do. The more often you will use your miraculous the more you mirror the animal you are supposed to represent but hey,

This was our drawting session, hope you enjoyed! And what should go next?

[theladyofshalott1989]

 🎉 30,000 Reads on Like Moths to a Flame!!!

This morning, I hit 30,000 reads on Wattpad, Like Moths to a Flame's first home, so to speak. <3 When I started writing my series on Wattpad in March 2023, I had absolutely no idea where it would take me. In fact, I thought it was only going to be a one-shot. Silly me! In the past year and half, I'm learned so much about myself. It turns out I can write 3 whole books in that relatively short period of time, alongside a plethora of one-shots, a short story, and a spin-off fic. All combined, that amounts to over 300,000 words. (I'm including the currently unpublished word count for the third book, chapters of which I'm posting weekly.)

I've also gained so much, the best of which are the wonderful, creative, and kind friends I've met along the way. Even during the hard times, just thinking of you all (you know who you are!!!) can turn my day around. <3

Some other things I've gained:

1. My writing skills have improved considerably, despite the fact that I've been writing on and off since I was a pre-teen. Writing daily will do that (haha). 2. I finally have an AO3 account! I've been reading on AO3 for over a decade but I never had my own account. I finally joined last August and I'm so glad I did! The AO3 community is so wonderful and I'm thrilled to finally be contributing to it as a writer. 3. I rejoined Tumblr. In January of this year, a reader on Wattpad recommended I check out the HL community here, so I said, why the hell not? And now look where we are. :)

4. Fan art! Last summer, a wonderful reader reached out to me on Wattpad with fanart and it snowballed from there. Every piece I receive from an artist, even to this day, I tear up in the best way. I've never been able to create art in this way (believe me, I tried for years LOL), and I am in absolute awe of all you amazing artists that can do so. The fact that so many of you have been inspired by my work and have had the courage to reach out and share your beautiful creations with me is truly astounding. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. 5. Last, but certainly not least, HL rekindled my passion for writing. Prior to last spring, it had been years since I'd written something for myself. The moment I set pen to paper (yes, I wrote the first chapter in a notebook first because I wasn't sure if I was going to share it with the world!), I knew that was it for me. I was done-zo. I was sucked back into the world of writing. And I'll forever be grateful to the game for doing that for me. Finally, here's to Sebastian and Damien, who have taken on a life of their own. They're my boys, my brainrot, my children (besides my actual child - Sorry K, LOL - and yes, she may only be three but she could absolutely point out Sebastian in a lineup), and they'll hold a special place in my heart for all time.

Thanks for being on this journey with me! It's been a blast. :)

And just because, here's my Sebastien relationship playlist, which I think I've only shared here on Tumblr once before. It has a lot of fun, upbeat songs on it. Enjoy!

[akaashism]

Hi! Do you have any good rec for oikage fanfics?possibly M or E rated. Thank youuuu ❤️❤️

Of course!! I've been in such a severe oikage brainrot lately that I'm constantly on the lookout for good fics, so I'm happy to help!

1. eye for opportunity by celestialshellfish (one of my all time faves 🫶🏽)

2. an inch away from more by tokyodates (the most mindblowing oikage i've read in the last few months. it's tooooo good)

3. iconoclasm by chickwen (it's not complete yet but I'm so smitten with this fic. gorgeous olympics oikage.)

4. edge of july by kinzoushima (again incomplete but it has insanely good toxic oikage fwb to lovers. it had me tearing at my hair when it was still being updated)

5. The Arrangement by windchijmes (most classic oikage fwb to lovers fic in the fandom. it's honestly unbeatable.)

6. viva la vida by iphido (again delicious tokyo olympics hookup oikg. you cannot go wrong with this flavour. chefs kiss)

7. The Olympic Incident of Rio 2016 by beastlybrooke (you can take this one or leave it because it has endgame kagehina and iwaoi, but it's THE fic that got me into oikage and I'll recommend it a hundred times over. 100000/10)

8. vanilla sunlight by momochai (this one is t-rated but i just had to add it in the list because of how madly in love i am with this fic. beautiful and warm and funny and soft, it owns my whole heart)

These are all canonverse fics but if you're looking for some oikage AUs, hmu because I've read some amazing ones.

Hope you enjoy these! Thanks for the ask ❤️

[samthehyena]

On Writing Fanfic Comments

So we all know how fanfic writers love comments - ngl comments are fuel for writers the way sunshine is for flowers! Just seeing a little notification from my fanfic email inbox that someone commented brings me so much joy. Still, commenting is a tricky thing and sometimes it's hard to put how much you enjoyed a fic into words especially if your emotional bandwidth is low.

Alas, with no further ado here are some simple commenting routes you can go with if you're stumped as I so often am with commenting.

Method 1: Bonus Kudos

Are you shy but still want to go the extra mile to express your love for a story? Then this short and sweet method might be for you. Just say "second kudos" or "bonus kudos". I also love it when people leave three consecutive heart emojis as a comment and I affectionately call those bonus kudos.

I've also seen some crafty commenters make a jpeg that looks like the regular kudos button but reads "second kudos" - so if you've got some picture editing and HTML skills that's also a super cute option.

Method 2: Be Straightforward

If you want to keep things simple, go for it. Even one concise positive sentence can do a lot, e.g. something down the lines of "I really enjoyed this! Thank you for writing!"

Method 3: Slightly Feral Energy

Want to express how the fic has grabbed your mind, body and spirit in sense that the brainrot has taken over in the best way possible? Consider typing out something like "AHHHHHH I never knew you much I needed something like this. Your story is really itching a corner of my brain!!! I will be chewing on this for days!!"

Method 4: My usual comment formula

I kind of structure a lot of my comments the same way to get over the anxiety over being perceived XD

It's usually something with the following structure:

"This was SO GOOD!

(Optional: The [insert sth you thought was well done] was really cool/tugged at my heartstrings/was everything/hurt me in the best way.)

Great fic<3 <3 <3"

Anyways, those are just some of my go-to's. There are plenty of more ways to write fanfic comments. Just please refrain from asking for updates or sequels because that makes many writers anxious.

[ghostradiodylan]

Me every time someone asks if The Quarry fandom is dead.

Is it less alive than it once was? I’m sure it is. The numbers on old posts and fanfics tell me that it must be (although obviously they’re cumulative). But I wasn’t here for that part, I’m a late adopter. All I know is the brainrot is going strong for me (ten-ish months on?) and a core group of others and if you want in on that literally all you have to do is click the tag and interact. Reblog a post with some commentary. Send an ask. Everyone I’ve talked to in the Quarry fandom has been nice as hell and so stoked to talk about this stuff!

If I’m quiet for a day or two it’s not because the brainrot has passed. Some days it’s because I was up at 4 AM writing my silly gay stories. Yesterday it was because I played with the TQ counselors in The Sims for like ten hours (why is it so hard to make The Sims look like specific people?!). I have A Problem. You can make it your problem too. (Please I need the enrichment.)

We also have a very welcoming and active Discord server if that’s your thing. I actually didn’t think it was my thing but it turns out it’s very much my thing and now I basically live there and I miss the custom emojis when I talk to people anywhere else :3 https://discord.gg/eHSwHvpj

[hivemuthur]

Hi I found you and have already begun devouring EVERHYthing you write so thank you dearly and sincerely for the food 😮‍💨😮‍💨

If you ever have a need for suggestions… I would love to see your take on some proper season 2 machine heraldxreader sexy time cuz I feel like no one writes anything sexy about the metal fortune cookie but there’s so much material there….. 🥺🥺🥺

Hi Anon, and welcome to the brainrot! I am so very glad you enjoy my silly writing :')

Ngl, I AM thinking about it, but need to get my head around Herald's anatomy and how to make it work, so to say. In the meantime, if I may, you might want to check out this by hexwhore, and this by @gaybybirth (and the second one, I can't stress enough, is just awesome AND ongoing AND it's only on part 4, while 10 parts are planned, very good food indeed).

[bluestrawberrybunny]

I don’t usually do this, but I got a lot of brainrotting thoughts on today’s episode so… gonna go on a tangent about it :p

Ok, first off, I get people are gonna be upset that Mr. Puzzles is back; however, I think this is ok. As someone who also enjoyed the mini arc, despite it not going as I would have taken it if I were writing it, I find this interesting, especially playing off of Mr. Puzzles’ relationship with Leggy developed in that mini arc.

Also, we got two episodes in between. It’s not like we went from the mini arc to this automatically. Sure, it would’ve been nice to get another silly episode and maybe an episode focused more on 3 and the cafe (especially how it became so popular again? Like… what??)

Also, I mentioned this in my earlier post but I am going feral over the idea of SMG4 going on another downward spiral into madness again. I am an angst lover. You know I love a character when I go feral over their suffering. Seriously, him almost deleting his channel and then going through all the memories of his worst moments?

Like…

His worst moments being brought back? They’d better do something with this or I swear I’m gonna- /silly

And Witch4? Mr. Puzzles must have really struck a nerve for 4 if that’s playing with two of the most important “SMG4 is failing/spiraling” moments.

Y’all I am already excited for next week’s episode because of the potential SMG4 angst alone, I am sorry. Are we gonna get another Villain 4 arc?

(If SMG4 is the villain for this year’s WOTFI I will explode /pos)

Also SMG3 please shut up with the alpha male shit. My man, you are not… please… dude… don’t… stop… don’t become that guy. Please, I beg of you dude…

I get that not everyone will have a positive reaction to this episode, but I personally loved it ^^ (Then again it could also be brainrot and my undiagnosed neurodivergent ass obsessing over gay Mario recolors)

[ravenelyx]

Loved like...? - Sebastian Sallow

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

Words: 571

Chapter Warnings: mild smut, slight body worship (breasts), use of 3rd person for reader, really soft though (idiots in love literally), mostly aftercare so it's more fluffy than smutty ngl. Characters are 18+ obviously.

Summary: Sebastian finds out about his new favourite part of your body

A/N: I literally wrote this at 4 am in 20 minutes. Brainrot. Enjoy some cute Seb. <3

Masterlist

You can find the whole fanfiction also here on ao3 :)

"Oh, fuck." She heard him moan in her ear, a harmonious contrast to her soft, breathy gasps. "I... I can't..."

He gave one last thrust before he reached his limit, and it wasn't long before she did the same, letting out a loud cry of his name.

He collapsed against her and rested his head on her chest, both of them panting heavily.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly, lifting his head to look into her eyes with concern.

"I am... God, yes, I am!" She breathed with a smile, cradling his head in her hands and gently pushing it back against her body.

He curled up against her and sighed as his face made contact with the soft flesh.

"Was it good?" He asked with a hint of uncertainty. He was always, always afraid that he'd do something wrong. That he wouldn't pleasure her the way she deserved.

"It was." She replied, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "So, so good."

He smiled and kissed her chest, right in the middle, above her heart.

A heart that beat only for him.

"You know your pleasure is my priority here. So if you don't like something, or... or if you want me to try something else..."

"I know, Sebastian, I know. You know I'd never lie to you." She smiled softly.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

They stayed like that for a few more seconds before she felt him move slightly against her.

"Is it uncomfortable?"

"Yes..." He blushed. "I-"

"It's okay, do what you need to do." She reassured him, gently caressing his shoulder.

He slowly pulled out, both of them shivering at the feeling, before he rested against her chest again.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes. This... This is so..."

"Soft?" She grinned and he nodded, his nose grazing the small of her breast.

He wrapped his arms around her and snuggled against her as if she were a giant pillow. She chuckled. "Oh, darling."

"I love them." He mumbled, his voice muffled in her skin. "Let me have them."

"They're all yours." She said, grinning lovingly at him.

He looked up at her with a soft, hopeful look. "You mean that?"

"You're so sweet, you know that?" She chuckled and blushed. "Of course ... I love it when you touch them like this. It makes me feel appreciated, loved."

He smirked and slowly began to leave little kisses on the soft flesh as his hands stroked the sides of her waist.

"Loved like this?"

"Oh, you naughty little–" She giggled as she played with his hair.

He shivered at the touch.

"So I can have them? Anywhere? Anytime?" He asked hopefully.

"Whenever and wherever it's appropriate, Sebastian... but yes." She pressed another kiss to his head.

"I'll be using them as pillows from now on."

"Oh, really ?" She teased, and he felt her chest reverberate with her laugh.

He looked back up at her and suppressed a smug grin.

"Perhaps you prefer to be loved like this instead?"

She shuddered as his mouth moved to the center of her breast, his tongue slowly circling the soft nub which instantly hardened at his touch.

"Oh..." She let out a soft breath, and his hand gently cupped the other, massaging it as his thumb stroked her nipple.

He watched her reaction closely.

"I can see they might be more useful than just as pillows." He smirked.