#everyone needs to listen to midst god it’s so good

[maxgicalgirl]

GOD I LOVE MIDST SO MUCH THE NEW EPISODE WAS SO GOOD

[atinystraynstay]

Love Underneath the Moon - Christopher Bahng

Synopsis: "Coming home to you keeps me fucking sane."

Pairing: idol! Christopher Bahng x fem reader

Genre: fluff at the beginning but turns smut because all I keep thinking about is Chan's back photo from Global Citizen.. thanks Changbin, established relationship, possessive Chan - Minors DNI

Contains: nudity, dirty talk, fingering (f. receiving), ending (f. receiving), mentions of female masturbation with sex toys, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, creampie, oral (f. receiving), Chan eats cum out of your pussy (idk what you even call that??)

Word Count: 4.3k

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Today has been fucking shit Nothing is going right, nobody is agreeing on anything I just want to be home with you..

Each time you read over the text messages, your heart broke a bit. Chan was the guy who put is 100% into everything he does. Not only because he wants a solid end product, but because he cares. You adored how motivated and dedicated Chan was, especially when it comes to music. He's worked so hard to get to this point.

However, with that high level of dedication came intense frustration when things weren't going his way. You wanted to help him out as much as you could, but Chan sometimes forbid you from coming to the studio. It wasn't that he didn't want you there. You were always the first one to listen to the newest songs or projects. When they were almost finished, that is. If he was in the midst of the hurricane of creativity, he wanted to wait until he rode out the storm.

That left you with only one solution - prepare for Chan to arrive home. You had cleaned the living room, so it was a comfortable space for Chan the moment he walked in. You had his favorite sandalwood candle burning on the coffee table. In the kitchen, you were preparing his favorite meal. God bless his mom for sending you the recipe. You were certain he hadn't eaten since he stepped into the studio.

Chan was the type of guy that took care of everyone before himself. That's why he got so frustrated whenever he was falling short of his own expectations. The songs were pivotal for himself but also the success of his members. He also found himself getting agitated because he was spending more time away from you.

You rarely got the chance to spoil your boyfriend. He often was too insistent that he had to take care of you first, both in the bedroom and on a day-to-day basis. Tonight was going to be different.

Suddenly, you heard the front door of your shared apartment open and the sound of footsteps. You stirred the stew cooking in the pot once more before putting a lid on it, letting it simmer for a few moments. Your boyfriend needed you.

"Princess, I'm home," called out that familiar voice. "Coming!"

Your feet couldn't have carried you faster. You rushed towards the front of the apartment where you spotted your boyfriend. He was slipping off his leather jacket, hanging it up on the coat rack before slipping out of his shoes. He groaned in relief when his feet hit the soft carpet beneath him.

"Welcome home, handsome," you greeted. Chan smiled at the sound of your voice being closer than before. He looked exhausted from his somewhat slumped posture to the look in his eyes. You knew he was due for a good night's sleep, but not before you were attentive to his needs.

Once you were close to him, you snaked your arms around his torso. He pulled you in closer, arms flexed around your smaller frame and holding you close as possible. His face nuzzled into your hair. He loved the scent of your shampoo - coconut with a hint of vanilla. It comforted him. You felt his body somewhat relax just by the physical contact. You placed tiny kisses across the side of his face and jawline.

You knew better than to ask him about work. You already got enough information how work went from the texts exchanged between the two of you. Now that he was home, you wanted to help him forget about the day.

"My girl miss me as much as I missed her?" Chan hummed lightly. "Of course I did," you whispered.

You pulled back gently, just enough to be able to look up into his eyes. He smiled once he got a view of your entire face. Keeping one arm wrapped around you, his other hand reached down to tuck a few strands of your hair behind your ear. His hand then slid forward so he cupped your cheek. His touch was warm and comforting, causing you to naturally lean your face into his palm. He grinned at the gesture.

"Now, I have a few options for us tonight-" you began. "Sweetie, I appreciate the gesture, but I'm exhausted," Chan frowned.

He hated letting you down. You quickly shook your head which caused him to furrow his eyebrows in confusion. Just wait until he hears what you have in store for him.

"If you let me finished, I was going to say you can pick what we do," you explained. You kept one arm wrapped around his torso. Your free hand slipped forward to rest on his chest. You allowed your fingertips to run up and down gently, feeling just how toned your boyfriend was. Lord have mercy.

"So, I do have dinner on the stove. It is ready for you now or I can easily put it in the fridge for after," you giggled. "You could also go take off your shirt and let me give you a message, you can go take a shower, or we can go relax in bed for a while until you feel ready to eat. Anything can happen that you'd like, baby boy."

His eyes widened in surprise as his heart swelled with happiness. How did he get so lucky?

"As much as I love your cooking, my body aches. I was going to take a hot shower before we eat, but a massage sounds even better," he confessed. His hands ran up and down your sides affectionately, stopping at your hips. He gave a light squeeze before pulling you in closer. Chan's face moved closer to yours. There was something in his mind transpiring. "And how could I pass up the opportunity of having your hands all over me?" He asked, eyebrow raised but a smirk on his lips. His voice had dropped an octave which only accentuated his accent. It also made you want to drop on your knees for him.

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Candles were lit all around your bedroom, providing a warm glow to the room. Even under the dimmed lighting, Chan's skin still glowed. He had a playlist he created on Spotify for when the two of you would unwind at night. Currently, "I'm Probably Going To Rock Your World" by Logic was playing through the speakers.

You were straddling Chan's lower back. He was shirtless, muscles relaxed for the time being. His hands gently resting on the comforter beneath him. He always loved the feeling of your body on his. You were his anchor in this life. He would do everything and anything for you as you really go above and beyond for him.

"Just relax, baby," you whispered. "I've got you."

That's all that Chan needed to hear. He crossed his arms and let the left side of his face rest against them. From this position, he could still look back at you.

Your lips began to plant gentle kisses across his face. He had a wide grin on his lips, chuckling and blushing a bit. Chris was still getting used to the fact that you were willing to show him so much affection. He's never had a partner that seemed to be so prideful in being his. It made him all giggly. You smiled lightly against his skin as you pressed the tiny kisses which nearly killed him.

Sitting up slightly, your lips began to press into the back of his neck. They moved slowly to his shoulder blades. You've always been mesmerized by his shoulders, specifically their strength. In every sense, Chan was the strongest person you knew.

He was the leader of the group, he attended every meeting possible so the best decision was being made for the 7 members. He also constantly recorded every single that his mind came up with, most of the time for the others. He always put the 7 boys first before himself.

You also were attracted to his physical strength. You could watch the way his muscles flexed whenever he had to lift, pull, push, or do anything. You wanted to run your hands over every ridge formed, kiss every dimple. How did you get so lucky to have him all to yourself? Reaching beside you, you squirted a bit of lotion into your hands. Gently rubbing them together, just so the lotion spreads over your hands. Your hands got to work at easing his tense muscles. He groaned in bliss at the feeling of your hands against his skin. You felt your stomach tingle at the sound.

You focused on his back muscles first. Your fingertips pressed into his skin, rolling it gently. He hummed at the feeling, shutting his eyes. One of his hands though moved from underneath his head. It moved slowly to rest against your outer thigh.

There was no denying that you loved having Chan's attention. He was a very busy man. You were grateful to be a part of his world, but you loved the moments when nothing else mattered besides you. And to Chan, you were his everything. He was unafraid to show you that. "I'm sorry, sweet girl, that I've been away for a while. I cannot imagine how lonely the nights must've been."

With dance rehearsals, award shows, and promotions, you and Chan have rarely gotten time to just be with each other. Of course, you were incredibly proud to be able to witness firsthand all his hard work paying off. You just couldn't fight that you secretly wished he would be home more rather than seeing each other right when you wake up and right when you fall asleep. "Yet, here you are. Taking care of me?" Chan's hand ran up and down your bare thigh. His fingers ran along the skin, causing goosebumps to rise. He couldn't help but smirk knowing the effect he has on you. "Well, you're the one who had a bad day, baby," you rationalized. "Hmm, I did but you're always going above and beyond for me. I think it's time I return the favor." You didn't get the chance to argue with Chan. Before you knew it, Chan was sitting up. He placed both of his hands on your thighs to ease you onto the bed, so your back hit the comforter. He maneuvered himself so he however above you.

His hands left your thighs, so they could explore the rest of your body. He looked at you with love, with admiration, with lust. One hand rested on your side, caressing your stomach affectionately. The other hand was holding himself up as he leaned over you. "Much better, don't you think?" He winked.

The hand on your stomach slowly moved up underneath your shirt. He moved it slowly, wanting you to feel every ridge of his fingerprint on your skin. His hand slowly moved up and he cupped your left breast. He squeezed it gently, feeling the soft lace under his touch. Lace was always his kryptonite. "Why don't you take it off for me, darling? Hmm? Show me what belongs to me." You didn't have to be told twice. You first slipped off the oversized black shirt off your torso, the one you stole from his closet. The sleeves reached your elbows and came down to your thighs. You tossed the shirt onto the floor, exposing your white lace bra and panties to Chan. He nearly lost it.

"Like what you see?" You giggled.

When the two of you first together, you were a bit on the self-conscious side. You had a string of boyfriends who left more damage than love which made you cautious. Chan was quick to make work on dissolving any self-doubt you had about yourself. He loved watching your confidence grow because it meant that you were seeing yourself as he saw you. You were the whole universe in his eyes. "Baby girl, I fucking love it," he groaned under his breath. "And wearing all white? Really trying to be a good girl or the angel of death because you're going to kill me."

You couldn't help but giggle at his dramatics. One hand moved up to run through his hair, gripping it slightly. His jaw clenched as he could feel the lust storming inside of him. Yet, he wanted to keep his composure. He didn't want to go all in unless you gave him the green light. "You know I love you, right?" He murmured. He leaned down to press kisses into your jawline, moving down towards your neck. His lips worked rather quick. He made light nips into your skin, causing you to cling more to him. "But you want to ruin me?" You whispered into his ear.

You were quick to connect the dots. You could tell by the look in his eyes that there was something on his mind. And while you loved making love to your boyfriend, you both were craving each other. You had nowhere else to be but with each other. Your tone was light and seductive. It caused Chan's mind to become fuzzy as all he could think about was slamming his cock in your pussy. He craved your warm, wet, tight pussy as you screamed his name. The only name that could leave your mouth for the rest of your days. His inner thoughts revealed themselves as you could feel his boner pressing against your inner thigh.

"You read my fucking mind, darling." "Then what are you waiting for? Ruin my pussy for anyone else."

There it is. The green light.

He slowly sat up, looking down at you. You swore you'd never seen a more beautiful sight. And he was all yours. You smiled at him gently, showing him you were ready for everything that he was ready to give you.

The mood in the room shifted. Nothing prepared you for Chan gripping the lace of your panties and ripping them off your hips. You gasped in surprised, staring up at him with wide eyes. You always knew Chan was strong, but god damn. He could go through your whole underwear drawer if he wanted to because that was the hottest thing you've ever witnessed.

His ego boosted seeing as how your legs immediately opened for him. You have always been so responsive to him.

"My girl has been so patient for me, waiting every night for me to come home," he hummed. "Been craving this dick for so long, haven't you?" "I've missed your cock so much, daddy. Nothing can replace you." "You haven't been playing with yourself while I've been away then?" His eyebrow was raised. Oh fuck.

"Because don't think I didn't notice the pink vibrator you tucked underneath your pillow the other night. I know I never gave you permission because you never asked. What is one of daddy's rules?"

You wanted the bed to swallow you whole. You did your best to keep yourself occupied. Chan always appreciated his good girl. You would text him, saying how needy you were for his touch. The past few days of been silent on your end when it came to the topic. He figured you were just busy. "Well?" His tone now an octave lower. It accentuated his Australian accent, making your pussy become wetter in an instant. "Answer me." "To always ask daddy for permission before pleasing myself." "Very good. Daddy just likes to make sure his girl is being taken care of. I don't like lying." Before you could rush out apologizes to your significant other, his fingers smacked against your clit. The slap caused your legs to jolt a bit, pleasure running up your spin. "I really should punish you tonight." His words contradicted his actions. At first, his fingers gently rubbed small circles into your clit to ease the ache. Then, he moved his fingers to run up and down his slit. He smirked with satisfaction feeling already how wet you were for him. "But you went through so much trouble for me. It's as if you knew you got caught and were already trying to make up for it."

Your mind was a bit fuzzy already with the lust taking over. It's been weeks without the two of you being able to be intimate. There really wasn't anything that Ould replace how Chan makes you feel. You just needed something to hold you over, but you weren't able to risk saying that. You weren't in the mood for teasing. If being compliant got you what you desired most which was Chan stretching you out with his thick dick, you'd do whatever it took. "I'm sorry, daddy," you whimpered.

He smiled down at you gently before placing a lingering kiss on your forehead. You fluttered your eyes at the gesture but soon shot them up at the feeling of Chan's two fingers entering your pussy. He moved his forehead against yours, wanting to see your reaction.

His fingers already reached places your own could never. He made quick work to scissor his fingers. Chan always took pride in providing for you, in taking care of you. Foreplay and making sure you were properly ready, both physically but also emotionally and mentally were top priority for him. Skipping this step was a non-negotiable. "Oh, I know you are, baby girl. I know you can only be so patient for so long. I'm honestly impressed with how long you went before breaking." He didn't need to know just how many times you broke that rule. Not yet at least.

Your grip tightened on his hair as he curled his fingers in your pussy. The walls of your pussy were already clenching on his fingers, nearly making Chan roll his eyes back into his head. His fingers moved with urgency into you, his thumb moving to circle your clit. You cried out both in relief and pleasure at the feeling.

"My girl has really missed me."

All you could do was nod your head. You normally aren't the type to get this worked up over fingering, but given the circumstances and given that it was Chan - there was no surprise. You felt your clit throb from the stimulation and your legs twitch, your stomach growing warmer and tighter.

Not yet though. Chan wanted to experience that level of euphoria inside of you. Sure, he loved knowing that he could make you cum with just his fingers. He loved seeing that he was the one that made you see the stars.

Right now, with his cock throbbing inside his shorts, he needed to be inside of you. He wanted your pussy to squeeze his cock.

Just as you were about to warn close of your approaching high, he pulled his fingers out of you. He chuckled at your shocked state. You were so close. The lose of contact caused you to whimper. He almost felt bad. Almost.

He winked at you before sticking his two fingers in his mouth. He hummed loudly, loving the taste of you. It was his favorite thing in the world. He maintained eye contact with you, wanting you to know how attracted he was to you. He would do everything to make sure you never questioned his attraction to you.

Pop.

His fingers were pulled out of his mouth. The sound of their removal bouncing off the walls. "Sweet like honey."

Chan slowly sat up on his knees to pull his shorts. You both were grateful for your lack of clothing. it meant you two could get to each other sooner. He kicked them off, so they joined the shirts discarded on the floor. His cock slapped up against his stomach, the tip red with anger at being restrained for so long.

He was a work of art.

"No boxers, baby?" you giggled. "No, I knew I'd come up and fuck you the moment I left this morning."

You don't know what you did in your previous lives to be grated with being Chan's lover, but you were forever grateful.

Wasting no more time, Chan slid in between your legs. He placed one hand by your head. You tilted your head over to place a delicate kiss to Chan's wrist. You couldn't help yourself.

Even though it was rather intense in the room, that didn't mean you wouldn't let an opportunity pass by the show Chan how much he meant to you. He never crumbled at the gesture but quickly regained his composure.

With his free hand on your side, his knee pushed your thigh further apart. Just enough so he could slid in and place the head of your cock at your entrance. You moaned softly at the feeling. So close.

"Your pussy is mine, got it?"

You didn't even get to nod before Chan slammed into you. You moaned loudly at the feeling. His cock stretched you out, even after he fingered you properly. He groaned as your walls welcomed his cock, gripping already from how worked up and desperate you are. He rolled his head back. "So fucking gorgeous, babe. Fuck," he murmured before his hips began a brutal pace.

There was no time to hold back. You and Chan have gone far too long without being so intimate, all of it was being laid out. His hand gripped your side as his hips began to ram into you in a rhythm. The way he filled you up made you delirious.

His eyes never left you. He loved watching you fall apart in front of him. The grip you had on his bicep further encouraged him to give you everything he had.

The sound of wet skin slapping made him feral. He watched as your eyes rolled back, your cheeks a light pink color. Your lips were slightly parted as you moaned without any control. "That's it, darling. I know it feels good. Let everyone know how good it feels."

You moaned his name loudly. You're let one leg hook around his hip, keeping him close. In some ways, this is everything you wanted. You wanted him to just fuck you. Nothing more, nothing less. On the other hand, you craved just feeling him close to you. You craved his body heat.

This was all he wanted too. He wanted you all to himself, he wanted to be vulnerable and intimate with you. Having sex was just a bonus.

Given that Chan had teased you prior, it didn't take long for you to feel that familiar feeling return. Your back arched slightly as Chan made sure to angle his hips, wanting his cock to press against your g-spot and also make sure all of him was inside. You needed to feel every inch of him.

"C-Chan, I'm already close. I-I'm sorry, I can hold off and wait for you."

Your words were rushed. You felt guilty that tonight had become all about you, but honestly, this was Chan's perfect night. He smiled sickeningly sweet at you. Even with his cock filling you to the brim, you were the sweetest person. You were looking after him still even though he wanted nothing more than to cater to your desires.

"I know, darling. Don't apologize. Just let yourself go."

Your mind hesitated for a second. However, your body had other intentions. With one powerful thrust into your pussy, you came undone. You cried out in pleasure as your vision became white. Your toes curled slightly against the comforter. Chan admired for a moment the way your body shook.

That was all it took for Chan. He came just at the sight of you reaching your orgasm. He was satisfied seeing the sheen layer of sweat that coated your face and neck. He was over the moon the way your body trembled as you came down from your high. Your pussy walls was spasming against his cock

He groaned loudly as he came into your pussy. Hot spurts of his semen filled you deliciously. You could melt into the bed with all the love surrounding you.

Slowly, Chan pulled out of you. He felt his cock twitch slightly at the sight his cum seeping out of your pussy. You attempted to close your legs, but his hands stopped you. He wanted to take a second to admire his work.

Your chest was still rising and falling, but you were trying to come down quickly to rejoin him back in reality. Chan chuckled lightly underneath his breath before leaning down, licking a long strip to collect all the cum leaving your pussy.

You could die from the sight in between your legs. Sensing your eyes on him, Chan looked up. He winked at you before swallowing his cum. Lord have mercy.

Chan kissed your inner thigh before sitting up, allowing you to close your legs. He kissed up your stomach, in between your breasts, your neck. The kisses were cool yet set your skin ablaze. Your arms wrapped around his neck once he got closer to you.

The two of you were smiling wide, eyes disappearing and cheeks aching. Yet, neither of you could care. All the lonely nights were worth it for this one singular moment. And surely, there would be more moments like tonight to come. Your fingers played with the hair on the back of Chan's neck which made him chuckle, finding it both ticklish and enduring.

Soon, his lips moved to hover over your ear. His breath was warm as it hit the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver. Your heart raced with anticipation. What else did he have up his sleeve? "I hope you enjoyed your last orgasm from me for a little bit. Bad girls still get punished, no matter how good they try to be."

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Note: HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope 2024 treats you well 🩷 I started writing on Tumblr as a way to bring some happiness back into my life. I've always been drawn to writing, so I'm glad that I have another way to get my thoughts, ideas, and whatever else out there for other people. I'm definitely looking to writing more in the new year

[quintinh43]

Heavy Heads and Heavy Hearts | Quinn Hughes

Summary: Quinn gets injured as a game. His girlfriend takes him and cares for him.

Pairings: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, Head injury, food, angst, mentions of vomiting (no actual vomiting)

Notes: Hi guyss! Hope everyone is doing ok! Injured Quinn got the most votes, so here we are! This one is the longest one ive done so far, I definitely did not mean for it to be as long as it is but here we are. Also, im not a professionl in any way, so i cant say this is concussion accurate. I just went off of my experience in dealing with athletes that have Concussions, and my own Concussions lol. Anywaysss I hope yall enjoy. Love Soph.

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There was something so gut-wrenching about watching the man you love get injured. One second, Quinn was cutting quickly around the back of the net, and the next, he was getting slammed into the boards hard. It was nothing. You get hit, you get up, and you keep going. It was simply a part of hockey.

Except this time, Quinn wasn't getting up. He wasn't moving at all. You stand up, heart in your throat. The room feels like it's tilting. The sharp shrill of the refs whistle cut through the air, stopping the play as the refs skate over to where Quinn is lying motionless on the ice.

They are calling for medics. Your head is spinning with the worst possible scenarios as you excuse yourself from your seat and practically sprint to the locker room. One of the security members holds out a hand to stop you.

"Ma'am, you can't be here, please exit this area"

Great. Just fucking great. This is exactly what you need right now. The overwhelming need that aches in your bones demanding to know that Quinn is ok makes you want to cry. Because now this fucker won't let you through. And you're nearly too panicked to do anything about it.

The logical route would be pulling out Quinns wallet, that has his ID in it, and explaining that you are his girlfriend. But with your anxiety high, and your heart in your throat logic is not the first thing on your mind.

"Listen buddy," you start, ready to absolutely rip this guy a new one. Thankfully for him, one of the trainers who knows you happens to be exiting the locker room.

"Let her through, Jace, that's Hughes' girl" he says, waving you forward. The security guard- Jace apparently, lets you pass with a grumble.

By the time you get rink side, Quinn is (half) conscious- thank God, and being half carried off the ice by Petey and Boeser. He's transfered to the care of two medics, who sit him on a bench and begin to check him over.

One of them is asking him questions gently, both to keep him awake and assess the damage to his head. While the other stabilizes his neck. "Can you tell me your full name and today's date?" One of the medics asks.

"Quintin Jerome Hughes," he slurs, eyes fluttering, "its Feb'uary... twenty-second, twenty-twenty-four"

Your breath hitches. He got the date wrong. You can't help the panic that rushes through you. "Good job Quinn, do you know where you are?"

"Van, Roger's arena," he mumbles, "playing hockey"

"Good," the medic hums. "we need to take off your equipment to make sure you aren't injured anywhere else. Is that ok?"

"Y/n" he mumbles, eyes closing and head tilting forward, his head snapped back up a moment later, and if the other medic hadn't had his head stabilized he would probably have mild whiplash.

"Stay awake for us, Quinn. Is Y/n someone you'd like us to call?"

You spring forward at the mention of your name, "I'm here," you say, pushing past a couple of people who are standing around, ready to assist if the situation gets worse.

"My girl" Quinn slurs, his lips tilting into a small smile. Your heart flutters at that. In the midst of his delirium, he still cares about you dearly.

"Hello Y/n, I'm Sam," the guy who's been asking him questions, "and that's Kieran," he says, nudging his head towards Kieran, who gives a small smile.

"Do you think you could help us remove his equipment?"

"Yes absolutely, just tell me what to do" you say, glad that you can help.

"Can you remove his jersey and shoulder pads? Kieran needs to keep his neck stable, and I need to check for any other possible injuries. And keep him talking"

"Yeah, of course," you start by bending his elbow to slide it out of the sleeve of his jersey.

"Hey Quinny" you say softly, sliding his other arm out of his jersey "you played really really good today, I'm so proud of you"

"Thanks baby," he murmers, "glad you're here." He tries to lean his head against your chest, he huffs when Kieran doesn't let him, and you can't help but let out a breathy laugh, patting his head lovingly.

Kieran tilts his head to one side, allowing you to pull the jersey over his head. You deposit it in his cubby behind him and make quick work undoing his shoulder pads and pulling them off gently.

"I'm glad I'm here too. What do you wanna eat when we get home?"

Sam gently asks you to move out of the way so he can check Quinns upper body for injuries. The second you aren't doing something, the anxiety rises back to your chest. You take a deep breath and begin to unlace his skates. You pull them off, slipping a pair of slides on his feet so his socks don't get wet.

"Hmm" he hums in thought "potatos...?"

You laugh, "Alright Quinny. We'll have potatos"

Finally after palpating his whole body to make sure he doesn't have any other major injuries, testing his reflexes, and asking him a bunch more questions. They diagnose him with a minor concussion, and give you a list of things to look out for.

They deem it safe enough to leave you alone with him for a little bit and tell you to change him into something more comfortable. It takes a bit of work to take off his hockey pants and shinguards and get him into a pair of sweats and a hoodie.

By the time you're done, the equipment manager and the medics have collected the rest of his equipment. After making sure his hockey bag is fully packed with everything, you grab his keys from your purse, while the EM helps you bring his bag to his car, and the medic helps you half carry him down.

He can mostly walk on his own, but better safe than sorry. On the ride home he keeps his head resting against the window, a cool compress is wrapped around his neck, and he's holding one over his eyes with one hand, while the other holds yours tightly.

You trace your thumb over the backs of his knuckles soothingly and keep him talking the whole way home. "What kind of potatoes do you want when we get home, Hon?"

"Can I change my mind?" He asks sheepishly. He's still talking very quietly and slurring his words a little, but the medics said that was nothing to worry about unless he started getting worse. So far, it was nothing to worry about.

"Of course my love, anything you want" you bring your intertwined hands to rest on your chest. It's a comforting weight over your heart, that you didn't know you needed until it was there.

Your phone lights up from the cup holder, it's a text from Petey, saying that the Canucks won the game. There are a few other texts, from his parents and brothers. You make a mental note to reply to them as soon as you get Quinn settled at home.

"Can we have noodles?" He mumbles.

"Yes, of course, love." You can't help but kiss the back of his knuckles. Watching Quinn get injured to the point of losing consciousness was not something you ever wanted to experience ever again.

"Your boys won, by the way," you say softly.

"The did?!" Quinns head shoots up front the window, and he is filled with instant regret as a sharp twinge shoots down his neck and to his shoulder.

"Ow fuck" he mumbles, laying his head back against the cool window.

"Careful love," you gasp, squeezing his hand.

"I know, I'm sorry," he mumbles, squeezing your hand back. You sigh, you have been on edge since he got injured, and it didn't look like the anxiety would dissipate for a while. You would just have to deal with it and try not to be an over bearing worry wart.

"You guys won 5-2" you smile, finally pulling into your apartment parking lot.

"I didn't do much except get my brains knocked around" he grumbles. "Some captain I am"

You scoff, flicking him in the nose lightly. "Don't sell yourself short, Quinny. Three of those points are yours."

Quinn wrinkles his nose and leans forward to bite your finger. You yelp, snatching it away with a glare. He sticks his tongue out at you, and you laugh, your chest feeling a little lighter than before.

"Come on, let's get you upstairs. " You say, undoing your seat belt and getting out of the car. You run around to his passenger side and open the door for him, and help him step out of the car. He throws an arm over your shoulder, and you wrap one around his waist. He's not as wobbly on his feet as he was earlier, but he still isn't at full strength.

Quinn squeezes his eyes shut and tucks his face against your hair. The florescent elevator lights were not pleasant in his state. "Can we keep the apartment lights off?" He mumbles against your hair.

"Sure love," you said rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly, "we're almost home," you fish the keys out of your purse and unlock it. You toe your shoes off at the door while Quinn slips his off easily and you guide him to the couch.

"What do you want first, baby? Food or a shower?"

"I'm not really hungry" Quinn mumbles, laying on the couch and adjusting the ice pack under his neck. You sit on the couch handle, stroking his hair back from his forehead. "I know honey, but we should try to get something light in your system, if you're feeling upto it."

Quinn sighs. He knows you're right. "I can make you toast? Or a sandwich or something?" You offer, smoothing your thumb over his hairline.

"Do we have bagles?" He asks

"Yeah, we have bagles, I'll make you one of those?"

"Yes please," he mumbles, you plant a kiss on his forehead and go pop a bagle into the toaster, "can you do it with cream cheese and jam?" He asks, chewing on his lip nervously.

"Sure, Hon, I'm gonna make myself some tea. Do you want a cup?" You ask as you pull the cream cheese and jam out of the fridge.

"No thanks, I'm ok" he mumbles. After his bagle is done being made, you help ease him into sitting position, and sit next to him with your cup of tea. He eats a bit more than half the bagle, and you finish off the rest before deeming it time to shower.

You remember all the messages from his family, and quickly shoot them texts, saying that he's ok and you just got home and you'll talk more when he gets settled.

"I'm gonna put these back in the freezer while we shower, yeah?"

Quinn nods, handing the ice packs to you to put in the freezer. You help him up slowly and lead him to the bathroom. You keep the lights off and leave the door open so you have a little bit of light from the bedroom.

While the shower warms up, you grab a clean change  of clothes for both you and Quinn and set them on the counter before helping Quinn strip. He has to brace an arm against the wall while you hold him steady with one hand and maneuver his clothes off with the other.

"I'm sorry," he murmers against your hair as you help him step into the shower.

"Oh Quinn, there's nothing to be sorry for," you say, sitting him on the shower seat.

"I'm sorry you have to take care of me like this." He huffs, resting his head against the cool Ike of the shower wall, "I feel so pathetic, " his voice cracks, and your heart nearly breaks.

"Quinn, my love, taking care of you is not a burden. It's a pleasure. I love you to the ends of the earth, and I would do anything for you, my sweets. " You kiss him on the forehead sweetly as if to prove your point.

He doesn't say much about it after that, but you can tell he still feels bad. You make quick work of washing his hair, being very careful of where a small bump has formed on his head. You scrub him down and rinse him off before shutting off the water.

You wrap a towel around yourself and then dry Quinn off gently before helping him change into his pajamas. "Let me change and then dry your hair a little bit before we have to put an ice pack on your head, ok?"

Quinn nods. He sits on the counter, leaning against the wall while you change into your pajamas. You plug in the hair dryer and dry his hair, keeping his head steady with one hand. As soon as his hair is no longer soaking wet, you help him off the bathroom counter and into bed. You grab the ice packs from the freezer and help him position them on his head and neck until he's comfortable.

"I'll be back in less than ten minutes, baby. I'm just going to grab your stuff from the car, ok?" You say pulling on a pair of sweats and a hoodie over your pajamas.

"Ok" Quinn mumbles, "I'll call if anything" he says patting his nightstand to make sure his phone is there.

You kiss him on the forehead and pull the bedroom door halfway closed so the light from the hall isn't too bright. Grabbing his car keys and your phone from the counter, you hit the call button on Ellen's contact as you slip out the door.

She picks up on the first ring "Hows he doing?" She asks immediately. She sounds distressed, maybe like she's been crying. You don't blame her. They probably haven't heard anything unless someone on the team contacted them, and you have no idea how bad it looked on TV.

"He's ok, Mrs. H, it's a mild concussion. His symptoms aren't worsening at all, and they said with some rest he'll be significantly better by tomorrow"

Her sigh of relief was unmatched. "He'll be out of play for a couple of weeks, but they just want to make sure he's back to 100% before he's playing again." The elevator finally opens, and you hit the button for the parking garage.

"Thank you so much, Y/n, im glad you're there with him. I know he's in good hands. I'll leave you be love, Jack and luke are super super anxious and would appreciate a call from you. Text me if anything happens."

"I will, Mrs. H, tell Mr. H I say hi"

"I will dear, thanks for taking care of our boy"

"Of course El, he's my boy too," you smile.

You swear you can hear Ellen smile over the phone. "We love you dear, I'll talk to you tomorrow ok. Don't forget to take care of yourself too"

"I will, I love you guys too. I'll text you updates"

"Alright, bye dear."

"Bye," you sigh, pressing the end call button, just as the elevator opens to the parking garage. As you press the button to open the trunk, you call Jack.

"Y/n,"  he huffs out, not even after a full ring. "How's Quinn? If he ok? What happened?"  Before you can answer any of Jacks questions, Luke's voice cuts him off, "is Quinn ok? Are you guys at the hospital? It looked really bad -"

Before their panicked tangents can get worse, you interrupt them both. "Take a breath, you two," you say calmly, breathing exaggeratedly so they can copy you "in and out, relax. Quinn is ok. He's ok"

"He's ok?"

"He's ok" you repeat. You feel the tears start to build, and your voice cracks "He's ok"

"Oh Y/n." Jack says softly.

"It's ok, I'm ok" you say, more to yourself than to Jack as you wipe the tears away. "Hold on, gimme one sec." You say, setting down your phone as you pull Quinn's hockey bag out the car. You close the trunk, make sure the car is locked and head back to the elevator.

"Hi, sorry I'm back. I was just grabbing Quinn's stuff out the car."

"Can you tell us what happened?"  Luke asks softly.

"He's got a concussion, and he's a bit bruised up, but other than that he's alright"

"Fuck, how bad is it?" Jack asks, the fear is evident in his voice, and you can't blame him. Concussions can be really bad sometimes.

"They said its a mild concussion, he's not throwing up at all, his memory is ok, he didn't injure his spine or anything, he'll be ok after a few days of rest. He probably wont be playing for a few weeks, but better safe than sorry."

"Oh thank God"  both Jack and Luke huffed "isn't he not supposed to sleep for 24 hours after or something?" Luke asks.

You shake your head with a small smile "Thats a myth, Lukey. As long as I check on him every few hours its ok for him to sleep."

"Ohh, ok. Well that's good" Luke says.

"We are glad he has you Y/n, thank you for taking care of our brother."

"Always" you say softly.

"We'll let you go now, keep us updated?"

"I will, Jackie. You two get some rest, you have a big game tomorrow, love you guys"

"We love you too Y/n/n" both boys say, hanging up.

You sigh, leaving his bag at the door. "Y/n?" Quinns weak voice calls out from the bedroom. You rush to him immediately, scared that something is wrong.

"Yes, Quinny, I'm right here" you say kneeling beside the bed, and stroking his hair.

"You took long," he mumbles, pressing his lips against your wrist.

"I'm sorry love, I'm here now," you stand, stripping the hoodie and sweats off and climbing into bed next to him. You stay a little distance away, not wanting to hurt Quinn. But he grumbles at you, tugging on your shirt to get you to come closer. Normally, he would just grab you and pull you closer, but he's still weak.

"I don't wanna hurt you" you mumble, scooting closer so that you are tucked against his side. He tangles your legs together and rests his head against yours.

"Never" he says, pressing his lips to the side of your head. You rest one of your hands on his hip, under his shirt, stroking your thumb over his hip bone.

"How you feeling?" You ask softly.

"Beat" he mumbles "thanks for taking care of me"

"I'll take care of you for as long as you let me love" you say, pressing a gentle kiss to the underside of his jaw.

"Forever?"

"Forever."

---

Wc: 3.1k

[kinardsevan]

spinning bottles (i ain't got a guy for that)

(or read on ao3)

Tommy Kinard was the guy with all the answers, at least to all of his friends. He was the one that got the phone call when someone needed their car fixed, when they needed last-minute tickets to an event, when they were trying to figure out the maintenance on a rotary-winged machine. He was the guy that people called when they needed a shoulder because, when he was willing to let them in, he was a damn good listener. He was the guy who, on more than one occasion, had picked up the phone for his old army buddies at 3 AM, only to find out they were out at a dive somewhere, well past bar-close because they’d drunk themselves to the bottom of a keg trying to forget shit they’d done half a world away.

But he was also the guy that stared at his phone without answers or a person to call when it was him buried inside a bottle. He was the guy that fixed his own problems, was desperately trying to find a way to spend his time in the air when he wasn’t on shift. He was the guy that couldn’t get it together for his girlfriend of two years when she needed him to get it together the most. And that felt like everything else was just fucking failure.

He tilts up the bottle of Jack to his lips and takes another long sip from it, staring emotionlessly at the beige walls inside his bathroom.

“You gonna pop the question soon, kid,” his dad had commented, the last time they’d talked on the phone. Tommy never called the man out of interest to have a real conversation, but anytime his father called, he still felt some ridiculous need to fulfill a sanctimonious duty of being a good son to the man who couldn’t give two fucks that he’d made it back from Iraq alive. Robert Kinard hadn’t ever been the kind of parent that gave a damn about his kid. He called when he had something to brag about, or worse when he wanted Tommy to give him the details on a publicized save he’d been a part of so that he could use it as water cooler talk. His father didn’t give a damn that coming home from Iraq came with demons. He didn’t care that fighting fires for a living came with scars and loss. He didn’t care that Tommy wasn’t a machine that could just turn everything off, regardless of the fact that he’d raised him to be exactly that way.

Tommy Kinard had been the equivalent of a wildflower growing out of concrete from day one. He’d never fit into the mold of what three generations of Kinard military men expected him to be. He was too soft, too friendly, too giving. And certainly, the military, Captain Gerrard, and his own mother had managed to pick away at the pieces of those parts of his personality. But it never took too long for people to get to the core of who he’d always been if they were willing to try. Howie had been proof of that.

He drops his skull back against the wall, closes his eyes.

Abby deserved better. She still deserves better. He knew she was already going through it with everything happening with her mom. Worse, he knows she needs a partner she can count on in the midst of everything going on. He wishes to God he could be that person.

The problem is, he’s never been enough, not even for her. He could never rise to the bar that’s been set for him in this life, meet her in the light and the darkness and be the kind of man she deserves. Is that his fault? He used to think it was because of all the compounded trauma. That maybe if he just found a way to deal with it all, face the ways in which he was never good enough for his father, and how his mother’s love seemed to turn on a dime (the dime being his father’s presence), maybe he’d finally be good enough.

Except. At some point you have to own it all, right? You have to accept that other people aren’t the problem, you’re just not capable of being the person you should be.

Maybe that would be okay if he wasn’t always failing everyone, all the time.

“I’m sorry,” he’d told her that morning, and he’d meant it. He really was sorry. He was sorry she was losing so much at once. He was sorry he’d lied to himself again, that he could fall in love with a woman, be the person she needed, settle down, and get married. He was sorry he was failing another person that he’d promised he would be better to. He was sorry that he was never enough.

. . .

“Kinard.”

Bobby’s voice cuts through his thoughts like a scalpel through skin, straightening his spine instantaneously as he nears the men’s locker room. He turns, spots his captain standing some fifteen feet away next to the ladder truck.

“Yeah,” he calls back.

“Come see me when you’re on shift.”

He lets out a huff, but doesn’t argue the issue. Rushes through getting ready for the day, into his uniform and then brushing his teeth as a last-ditch attempt to cover up the smell of alcohol on his breath. He’d already had several cups of coffee and gargled with mouthwash before leaving home. (No one needed to know if he threw a shot of Jack into that coffee.)

He exits the locker room as Howie enters along with a few other guys coming onto shift, heads up to the loft, and over to Bobby’s office. Knocks twice, waits on the call-back that it’s okay to enter. He pushes the door open a crack.

“Cap?”

Bobby waves him in, moving paperwork around on his desk. “Come on in, Kinard. Close the door behind you.”

Tommy nods, sliding through the door and closing it as ordered. He crosses the room and takes one of the chairs in front of Bobby’s desk. He rubs his palms against his pants, trying to lose the sweatiness caused by the anxiety of this meeting. No one just asks for a one-on-one first thing if it isn’t serious.

“Look, I’m keen to let you leave whatever personal business happens outside of these four walls to yourself,” Bobby tells him. “But you gotta get it together, kid.”

Tommy flinches a little, clears his throat.

“I’m not finished,” Bobby adds. He takes a long breath, shuffles more papers on his desk before he lifts one, moves it across the desk towards Tommy. His gaze falls to the sheet. He recognizes it.

“Transfer? Bobby-..”

“I said I wasn’t finished,” Bobby continues, just a tinge of admonishment in his tone. “I’m not kicking you out of here, Kinard. But it seems to me that you’re going through something, and I don’t know. But maybe you’ve been going through it for a while. Now, maybe I’m wrong, but sometimes a new scenery can provide a new perspective. I know you’ve talked about pursuing your FAA licenses off-shift, and a new position is opening up over at the 217,” he explains.

Tommy glances down at the sheet again, considering what Bobby is telling him. A new firehouse across town, where he doesn’t know anyone and nobody knows him. A fresh start. A place he could fly, both literally and figuratively.

He looks up at Bobby apprehensively. “You-…but you said-..”

Bobby shakes his head. “Your work has still been acceptable, Kinard,” he comments. “You’re toeing a fine line right now. What I’m saying is…if you want out, there’s a door.”

Tommy nods, looking back down at the sheet. The weight of it all is a lot to take on and consider.

“I know Raglan over at Harbor has you on his radar,” Bobby adds. “Anyone else they get in there is going to have to start flight training from scratch. And I’m not at all saying that the 118 doesn’t need you. But maybe you need the 217 more than we need you.”

. . .

Tommy Kinard is the guy everybody calls. He’s the guy they call when their car is making a funny noise. He’s the guy they ring when they miss out on buying tickets to the fight in Vegas and need a quick connection. He’s the guy his friends reach out to when they need to fly out into the middle of nowhere on a hunch with almost no evidence.

He’s the guy who picks up the phone when they need all of those things.

He’s the guy who picks up the phone and calls his new friend after an awkward basketball game ending and a tour that feels like it’s filled with innuendos. He’s the guy who puts all the effort into showing up for the boy he just started dating because something about all the conversations they haven’t had yet still tells him that being shown up for is important to him.

He’s the guy who had to figure out how to set himself free, maybe at the suggestion of his former captain, maybe a little bit of his own volition. He’s the guy who could only watch with adoration when he watched his boyfriend hurdle through all the steps of coming out in a few weeks when it took him years.

He’s the guy who sat down some five years ago and wrote Abby a letter, mailed it off to her brother, and told her that she had deserved so much better than who he was all those years ago. Mentioned that he’d heard through the grapevine that she was getting married and he only wished the best for her.

Eight years later, he wakes up to sunlight streaming through Evan’s windows, small shadows falling across the pillows from wayward curls. Their legs are tangled, the younger man’s arm tossed over Tommy’s torso while his head is buried against the juncture of his shoulder. His fingers tangle through the curls as he leans in, and kisses Evan’s forehead. The blond hums softly against him, eyebrows raising and then scrunching as his muscles tense and then loosen, his body letting go of the last dregs of sleep.

His blue eyes flutter open, staring straight ahead for just half a second before he tilts his head up on Tommy’s shoulder, smiling wearily at him.

“Morning,” he murmurs, sleep laced around his throat.

“Morning, gorgeous,” Tommy murmurs back at him. He shifts minutely, his spine popping with the movement, but doesn’t move away. Evan presses harder into his side and he chuckles. “Have a good dream, did you?”

Evan yawns, pushes up on his elbow to gain a little leverage, and then lifts his free hand up, fingers capturing Tommy’s chin before he leans down and kisses his boyfriend, morning breath be damned.

“Always having good dreams when I’m next to you,” he states softly between kisses. “Think you can help me solve my problem?”

Tommy smirks into the kiss, tilting up onto his side on the bed before flipping them over, leaning into the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away as Evan grinds his hips up, his mouth finding Tommy’s trapezius muscle.

“Mmm,” Tommy moans softly, biting down on the hinge of Evan’s jaw before he leans up into his ear. “I think I’ve got a guy for that.”

[alaskan-wallflower]

Good morning friend I hope you’re having a good day so far! If you have any may I pls request either some Sodapop hcs or Curtis brother hurt/comfort hcs? It’s that kind of day for me 😔 I hope you have a wonderful day ❤️🎞️

aw, thanks!! I’d be more than happy to! 💛

Sodapop headcanons:

He’s absolutely terrified of bugs. He punched a hole in the wall because he saw a spider (Darry was livid)

He is not a picky eater at all. He will eat food that’s been dropped on the floor. He doesn’t give a shit.

Him and Steve steal snacks from the gas station all the time and just go into the back closet and gorge themselves

Soda is either a laughably awful singer or he has a beautiful voice. No in betweens

He walks around his house shirtless constantly like he’s gods giving gift (he kinda is but Pony and Darry get tired of it)

If you think he’s a bad cuddler when he’s awake just wait until he’s asleep. You’re not getting out of his grasp once he’s asleep. Don’t even try. You’re stuck in bed for the night.

He gets hella bloated after eating and he’s mortified by it

He’s loved the song Rockin’ Robin. I dunno why.

He loves listening to music because it helps him focus on smaller things but then he gets distracted

He hates that his eyes are brown and constantly wishes they were blue

He has ADHD

He never touches a drop of alcohol not because he’s scared or anything but because he despises the way it burns his throat

He’s undefeated in burping competitions aside from Johnny (he can be kinda gross ngl)

Sometimes in the midst of a crisis he’ll just drop an absolute pearl of wisdom and then wonders why everyone stares at him like he has two heads

He believes in ghosts and swears he saw his parents’ ghosts once

He’s a lot more affected by the death of his parents than he lets on

He has the fluffiest hair ever when it isn’t greased back. Him and Pony. Darry has courser hair

He’s a whiny bitch when he’s hungry and doesn’t shut up about how full he is when he’s eaten

He unironically says the corniest shit like “uh oh spaghettios’ and “i need to catch some z’s” and shit like that

He enjoys when Pony reads to him even though he doesn’t pay much attention which frustrates Pony a bit lmao

He prefers to cuddle with Pony over Darry because he says Darry’s chest is “too hard and muscular to be comfortable” which insulted both Pony and Darry to an extent

He is the best pillow in the world. He has the softest tummy you could ever imagine (also the loudest though unfortunately)

His insults are actually really creative and nobody expects it from him

He will put eat a steakhouse in a matter of minutes if you set him down and told him to go crazy

We all know he has a skincare routine (or he would if they could afford that shit)

Sometimes he feels like he’s the glue of the three brothers and if he takes a wrong step they’re all gonna fall apart

He gets a golden retriever when he’s moved out and definitely names it Pepsi-Cola or something

Hurt/Comfort:

You can absolutely tell when Pony is upset. He does NOT have. sooner face lmao

He prefers to be reassured by his brothers over anything else because it’s easier for him to gauge that they actually mean what they say

Boy is a stress eater-one time Darey came home and Pony had eaten an entire cake by himself and was absolutely miserable

He usually tends to gorge himself in meals but when he’s anxious it’s hella different

All three Curtis brothers are stress eaters ngl but Soda is by far the worst

Pony doesnt sleep when he’s anxious. He just sits there awake with his thoughts

He has VIOLENT panic attacks-if you try to touch him and you aren’t a member of the gang have fun with that broken nose of yours

He doesn’t mean it but he will scream at you to not touch him if you go to

Pony is a pretty crier but his panic attacks tend to get ugly

He tends to hit himself when he gets anxious too :( Darry has had to restrain him on more than one occasion because he was seriously scared Pony would hurt himself

The aftermath is a bunch of sniffles and hiccups. He doesn’t talk much before or after a panic attack and it takes effort to get him to open up bai ut what’s wrong

Absolutely will not cry in public. No matter of it’s late at night and he’s alone or not. He’s too scared someone will come by and he wants to look tuff

Darry will hold him while Soda massages his belly to ease his anxious tummy (or to help him digest the morbid amount of food he eats when stressed) and they’ll either address what’s wrong or they’ll distract Pony by talking about something they know he likes

Soda is the same way tbh but it’s because he thinks he shouldn’t be allowed to cry

You can always tell when Soda is upset because he doesn’t eat (canon in the book) and he’s also and normally quiet

He locks himself in his room when he’s upset because he doesn’t wanna burden Darry and he thinks because Pony os his little brother he isn’t allowed to be comforted by him

He had many breakdowns over Sandy and lashed out a lot after because he really loved her and he was furious with her and himself

He kind of shuts down and will just stare ahead at nothing when he’s upset and it’s more unsettling because he’s not moving. He’s not playing with his fingers or bouncing his leg. He just looks completely out of it as he sits still

He gets headaches a lot when he’s anxious and will usually turn in early and that’s even more unusual since he’s a night owl and usually restless at night

But all it takes is a hug and he breaks down completely

Darry came home from work once and literally just hugged Soda as a greeting and Soda started bawling into his chest

He mumbles a lot when he cries too, it’s kinda sad

It doesn’t take long to calm him down-a cuddle session from his brothers is all he needs before he’s satisfied again

As soon as he’s done crying he’s just like “can we have dinner now”

Darry is really stoic when he’s upset

You can always tell because his eyes get a lot colder and harder when something is bothering him

He always denies anything being wrong because he’s supposed to be strong and stable but Pony and Soda constantly asking him gets him to explode

Hes just like “YOU WANNA KNOW WHATS WRONG?!” and then goes into a rant about everything that happened

Pony and Soda just learned to listen because Darry doesn’t exactly want reassurance all the time, he just wants to vent

He paces a lot when he’s ranting too and uses his hands an awful lot to talk

If something is REALLY bad they can kinda tell he may need a good cry because his voice constantly cracks and he swallows a lot more and small thing like that

Pony and Soda work with him post book to just have a good cry every once in a while because it doesn’t mean he’s any less than, it just means he needs to let it out sometimes

Soda always gives him back rubs after because the tension from the anxiety gets to him. Pony just talks to him because Pony has a way with words

All three of them enjoy cuddling though and when one is upset, the other two are absolutely making a cuddle puddle where the anxious one is in the middle and the other two just hold onto the person in the middle

WOOF-that was longer than I meant haha/I hope these are good!

[beargyufairy]

First of all, I ABSOLUTELY LOVED THE NEW 100 YQ CHAPTER!! It was so good!! Can’t wait for the next one

Secondly, NaLu (yes it’s all I ever think about) in this chapter was peak!!

Lucy is always losing those she cares for and Natsu is always there (mostly we will ignore his 1 year gap) to help her through it. But in the midst of a fight against a dragon god they can’t pause and console themselves. Instead he knows they can’t win without her bc she is smart and strong. He literally tells her she needs to fight with them. In a way, he’s helping her by getting out of her emotional trance.

And as soon as she is all ready to fight again, she comes with a plan and Natsu is all fired up!!

I love NaLu and I love how it is displayed here beyond physical touches. This shows their true dynamic. Pure trust in each other. Natsu trusts Lucy to aid them and win. He knows she can’t do that without becoming aware of the situation.

Lucy is more than just a beautiful face, she has amazing tactics!! Without her FT would’ve lost so much more than they did. In this case, I love how her brains is displayed with common knowledge that no one else thought of.

I knows it’s very far fetched but Natsu had the help of everyone else but he specifically asked Lucy to be there to fight with them. He needs her by his side. Every single villain they fought, she was there with him. She is his true strength and I love it!!

Thank you for listening to my podcast 🤭

[apilgrimsprogress]

running list of queries

spiritual journey

what is a story that represents your current need?

what has been happening in your prayer life?

how do I "recognize and distinguish the Spirit's voice" from my own thoughts and desires?

when have I felt that another's witness for me allowed me to 'stretch' more fully into being my own person?

what confers spiritual authority to the texts I consider holy?

do I understand my life as a journey of faithfully seeking truth?

what keeps us separated from Wholeness?

do I live expectantly, watching and listening for life’s “minor ecstasies”?

do we make time in our day for silence, solitude, spiritual reflection, and the growth of our inner life?

do I cultivate the qualities of desire, focus and trust in my contemplative listening?

am I willing to face my inner emptiness in contemplation so that new truth may emerge?

am I nurturing the seed God has sown in my heart?

suffering / dark night of the soul

do I avoid cultivating despair?

do I allow my despair to surface?

what is my deepest fear?

what would I do if I were not afraid?

in the midst of suffering do I look vigilantly for points of encounter with God?

outward witness

in what ways has my heart been broken open to God in a manner that prepares me to witness with integrity?

am I willing to be a channel for the "power that is both within us and beyond us"?

is our Quaker witness characterized by humility and a willingness to learn from others?

community & relationships

do I easily say: “I love you. Thank You. I’m sorry. I need help. That’s not good enough. No.”?

do I seek to make my partnership reflect my faith and the values I aspire to stand for in the world?

is my home a place of affection where God’s presence is felt?

am I open to and appreciative of everyone?

simplicity

do I seek to simplify my life by listening for guidance from an inward holy center?

what criteria do I use to determine what constitutes simplicity for me?

how do I distract myself with busyness in order to avoid the One who is seeking me?

[zukkaoru]

Do u have any kunidazai or kunichudazai fic recs at all? Seeing ur posts I wanna dip my toe in but would love to read any faves u have also!!

YES YES YES most of these will be oneshots bc that's mostly what i read + rated t or g unless stated otherwise. the rest are under the cut bc this got (expectedly) long lol

kunidazai:

let Hope die by degradedpsychotic

Dazai smirks at him, in the process of filling the rice cooker. "Need help?" Kunikida exhales, and it takes the form of a bitter laugh. "That's all I ever need anymore."

4.3k words, post-decay of angels arc. dazai and kunikida are learning to navigate the world with injuries that they will never fully recover from (dazai w chronic leg pain + kunikida w chronic hand pain)

the tragic (pony)tail of dazai’s downfall by sarcoline_sails

five times Kunikida has his hair down, and one time Dazai ensures it stays that way.

6.6k words. exactly what it says on the tin

Piled Up by KhaoticEnby

Kunikida gets sick in the midst of a busy time at the ADA. Dazai, just back from his mission, tries his best to help him

3.4k words, established relationship

sure it's a calming notion (perpetual in motion) by saffroncassis

the one where Dazai digs himself a hole, and then just keeps digging deeper.

5.3k words. instead of admitting he likes kunikida, dazai says he just wants to have sex with him. because when has dazai ever been honest about his feelings? (there's no smut, but there are references to and jokes about sex)

but in that uncertainty, i found you. by warsfeil

In which everyone gets injured and two inept individuals wonder about the meaning of partnership.

3.4k words. dazai gets injured and kunikida worries; then kunikida gets injured and dazai worries

kunichuuzai:

thin ice over a monstrous depth by luminariums

Chuuya and Dazai are fifteen years old when Kouyou insists they learn the art of dancing. It shapes the way Chuuya views his relationships - until Kunikida comes along and flips his whole world upside down.

8k words, chuuya-centric, part-character/relationship study and part-getting (back) together. this fic focuses mostly on the kunichuu and skk dynamics since it's chuuya-centric but ohhhh it is. SO good

all brutal mirrors cracked by intimatopia

The one in which Dazai and Kunikida are swapped into each other's bodies by a mirror, and then their day gets worse.

12.4k words, dazai pov with established skk. THIS FIC. oh my god this fic i read it through like 3-4 times within the first week i found it. it's such a fascinating take on the body swap trope with good angst and a happy ending. i can get really picky with dazai angst but this. this fic. this fic does it RIGHT.

Listen to Your Heart by 4_the_tainted_sorrow_21

Kunikida gets used as a pillow for his boyfriends, but he finds he doesn't mind it very much.

1k words, kunikida pov, established kunichuuzai. very short and very sweet. they just get to cuddle <3

Cover Me In Chamomile by ChaoticQuill

Kunikida has a bad day, and his boyfriends take care of his portion of the chores.

6.7k words, kunikida pov. getting together/developing relationship + domestic kunichuuzai

A Trick of the Tongue by AbsoluteNegation

“Just because I lie all the time doesn’t necessarily mean it’s my fault I was cursed to tell the truth,” Dazai said indignantly and automatically. They both sat there while that statement unfurled its full glory before them.

47.5k words, 9 chapters, dazai pov. part character study, part getting (back) together. dazai is cursed to tell the truth, which he takes exactly as well as you would expect. but everything works out in the end <3 warning: this fic is rated e with smut in chapter 8 (i believe it's just that one scene with implied/referenced sex in the epilogue/ch9 but the smut can definitely be skipped)

and idk if you've read them or not but here are my fics as well:

warm leftovers

after the threesome, kunikida and dazai take chuuya home

2.1k words, chuuya pov, established kunidazai + pre-kunichuuzai. personally one of my favorite bsd fics i've written i think

desperate prayers of a cursed man

dazai can't remember the last time he slept through the night. if anyone were to ask, he'd say it's not a problem. but when the rest of the world is asleep, humanity is a hard thing to come by.

4k words, mostly a dazai character study with background established kunichuuzai tbh

though i burn, how could i fall?

kunikida assumes the position of agency president. somewhere between shaking hands, pastry boxes, and dazai leaving the door open, he learns leadership also means knowing when to take a step back and trust others will help you shoulder your burdens.

8.8k words, kunikida-centric. spawned a series that currently has two other fics but since this is the first, it can easily be read as a stand alone. features kunikida with hand tremors and dazai with chronic leg pain + crutches

if you look back and you hate my past

dazai contemplates his (lack of) humanity while kunikida tends to his wounds

3.3k words, dazai character study, pre-kunidazai with nods towards past skk. i wrote this after i finished reading dazai's entrance exam light novel and had a breakdown

the sound of love 

kenji gets sick. luckily, he has a lot of people who are looking out for him.

4.5k words, kenji-centric with established kunichuuzai mostly in the background but there are soft and sweet moments with them so i'm adding it too

i'm probably forgetting other fics i've read and enjoyed but this is long enough as is so i'll just leave it here skgfhgjhk hopefully you can find some stuff in here that looks interesting 🫶

[magical-glimpse]

hiiiiii!!! Please ask this question if you feel like! What do the rap line think of the first songs that they ever put out (individually/solo career wise) and who they were back then? [flashbacks to RM’s Afro hair and locs LOLLLLLL]

This is quite interesting ! Everyone was vibing so i jsut proceeded with it.

For entertainment purposes only

Namjoon: He recognize he was making music from a different place back then. He was running towards he dreams and brushing them with the tip of his finger. He was making music from both a place of pain and of inner peace from careful reflection. There was peace in the midst of questions, there was passion in the midst of grey matter products. His art comes from his mind, hopes and hurts and is filtered through his heart to become this skillful expression of self as a human being. Hoseok: " I was really trying, wasn't I ?". He was really a beginner at the time, or at least he felt like it. He wanted to make a mark, to express who he is within that careful persona of J-Hope . He wanted to make his album a fair expression, but that would be authentic and clever at the same time. He meant it to be a celebration of his image, something that would bring joy to those who listens to him, and would overall correspond to his idea of Hope, which is ultimately what he wants to bring.

Yoongi: Holy shit ??? Min Yoongi ??? I had an idea of the energy I would get but the cards bro ??? AND STAY ALIVE JUST STARTED PLAYING ???? MIN YOONGI. STOP IT OMG. So, Tower Rev., Ten of Swords, Page of Swords, Queen of Swords, Nine of Swords, The Emperor, The Sun, Death.

Do i need to say more ??

Actually yes, let me explain.

So, to Yoongi, making his solo music is all abotu healing all the pain and chaos and scary, traumatic situations. His first album in particular was the majority of this first step, of coming back into the past not as a trauma behavior, bt in order to see the truth in it, to cut through what is real and what not, to express it skillfully. And the gods know he did an incredible job at it. He made it clear, so that we could all see our pain clearly from the mirror and magnifying glass he put on himself right in front of us. The second part, which somewhat correspond to his second album, is abotu being able to reflect on that past without feeling that pain anymore. The pain has now turned into fear. Fear of others, fear of the future, of our shadow side (Daechwita MV) and our ourselves. Facing our nightmare with greater maturity than before (Page then Queen) and coming out of it more stable within ourselves and outside. Self-Empowerment from being able to weaken yourself and see the worst version of you, when everything else is stripped from you under your eyes. The third part is both more general and a good closing of this cycle. Music is now about finding happiness and peace, joy . About transmutation, about deep self transformation to you who you deserved to be all along.

[lackablazeical]

haiiiii!!!! I've been vv scatter brained, bUT. I HAVE SONGS-

they aren't all specific to characters, so you can pick n choose who gets what n where

The Ballad of Sara Berry: unsure of why i feel this, I'm thinking Mikey. the whole story of trying to be the best till you eventually decide I'm automatically the best if my competition are dead, and they're all bitches anyway.

Hadestown, but specifically the song "Word to the Wise" (at 59:55 in the video) gives me April w the gossip mill energy

Beetlejuice the Musical, specifically That Beautiful Sound (and the Girl Scout song if u wanna see what lead up to T.B.S). I get Donnie w Razor Sharp Grin w this because why not revel in the midst of fearful and distressful screams that you are responsible for.

Mean Girls Musical, World Burn. it gives pyromaniac Mikey w the burning, fire, destructive aspects (same Mikey-). and it could work w April as well w the gossip mill and airing dirty laundry when necessary.

Slap a Btch, Rico Nasty. Ralph. that's it, all I got, some parts of it lyrically works w him, but it's also just the general vibe he's got. like Jade West w her "I'll pop ur head like a pimple." but he can also be kinda like soft Blue's Clues energy.

Super Psycho Love gives Leo, unsure as to why cause like. idk, the genre doesn't fit w the puzzle pieces of his character that I have-

also just. Partners in Crime. that is all-

Hiiiii music <33

For the first one I definitely get both Leo and Mikey vibes. Honestly lowkey all the Hamatos LMAO like

Well, Sara Berry was a popular bitch // Hot bod', hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich

You taste the silver Sara, you taste the crown // You thirst for blood from the roses in hand // Whoa, you spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance

Some girls are rational but Sara was not // She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought (Julie) // There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got (Anne, Eunice, Raquel, Marianna) // And so the night of prom, mercy, thus went her plot (Patricia, Quiara)

ALL OF THESE MAKE ME THINK OF THE HAMATOS WISHWKSNS

And the April one is so real my girlfriend LOVES hadestown so I appreciate the recc >:]]

I need to listen to more of the Beetlejuice musical too cus you're spot on w/ the Donnie idea- these Lyrics are SO him

The sound of a scream, is music to me // A sound that says fifteen years full-time therapy // Trauma and fear, it sings in my ear // Ain't it the sweetest noise around, that beautiful sound?

Panic and stress // Oh ain't it the best? // The sound of heart // Exploding inside a chest // It fills you with pride // We're ruining lives

AND WORLD BURN- OOUGH- How I didn't see April and Mikey is BEYOND ME WKBWKWNS

My name is Regina George and I am a massive deal // I will grind you to sand beneath my Louboutin heel // This is what I get for helping, helping someone lame fit in

I wanna watch the world burn, I got the gasoline // I wanna watch the world burn and everyone get mean

Because you took me down // But you didn't finish me off // My name is Regina George // And in case you're keeping score // Cady may have won the battle // But I will win the war

For Smack a Bitch, I get Raph vibe wise but also it's SUCH a Mikey vibe like oh my GOD so I'll just add it to both their playlists snrk

I get what you mean about Leo tho!!! Like some are a lil funky but like. These lines are so real

You're gonna // Be with me // I know you want me too // I think you want me too // Please say you want me too // Because you're going to // Say that you want me every day // That you want me every way

And of COURSE Partners in Crime is the Hamatos Be REALLLLLLL

[tobiasdrake]

At long last, it's time. The siege has begun.

I'm going to bring this place crashing into the ocean. While on fire.

I hope you got everything out of your miserable unlife that you wanted, Aephorul. Because I remember exactly how I felt that day, and the blood hasn't left my eyes since.

Alright, team. This is it. You know what this is and you know what we're here to do. By the end of today, I want to be holding Aephorul's heart or the nearest desiccated organ left in his rotting skeleton of a body in my bare hand.

Erlina will be waiting for us in there. We're going straight through her and not even looking back.

Let's paint the sky red.

I shouldn't be surprised that Aephorul's idea of a locking mechanism is disgusting. I am, however, impressed with his commitment to the bit. Dude loves his fleshy shit.

Um. Hi? I don't think we've met. Yes, we are here to either liberate or butcher you. Please specify which of the two you would like to order.

One order of butchering coming right up.

*sigh*

You know, I'm starting to develop a love/hate relationship with alchemy. I love it when it's on our side and hate it when it's on theirs.

We don't have time for this.

Goodbye, some dude I've never heard of whose name is probably a Monkey Island reference.

...well. Fuck.

Sure would be nice if there was an alchemist in our midst who didn't abandon me like everyone else and could instead mix up more of that anti-psychic juice. But I guess we'll have to deal.

As tempting as your illusory robot flirtations are, I am currently fueled by far too much homicidal zeal to sleep. The adrenaline coursing through my veins won't let me.

YOU'RE NOT EVEN HERE YOU BASTARD. Shut the fuck up.

...why....

...would that ever be a thing that is happening to me....

What could possibly have occurred in my journey that would result in this taking place? That last one was pretty decent, 7/10, but this is a solid 2. You need to up your psychedelic game, Aephorul because this acid trip just got a lot less convincing.

See? Like that. You dream-vision me into the Humble Boast and send me into the kitchen to see the chef, I expect to see fucking Garl at the cookpot. That would be a potent vision. I might even be inclined to forget how obviously fake it is because I just want to see him again so badly.

Instead, you give me a mole man. Great. Because that's something that's going to win me over and make me want to forget why I came here.

This is the shittiest predatory illusion I've ever been under the influence of. Hall of Illusions, I demand to speak with your manager.

THERE YOU ARE. You better listen the fuck up and listen good because I've got about a dozen--

Hey, wait a second. Serai, isn't this that other guy you wanted us to murder? I guess he transferred departments after finishing up with Repine, and now he has a new job. That he fucking sucks at.

You should believe her. We're kind of on a streak in the blood vengeance department.

By the way, body covered in eyes? Not a great choice. You've riddled yourself with vulnerable spots. You're basically giving her a whole mess of options for what to stab.

Yeah, just like that. That's exactly what I'm talking about.

That one looks like it hurt. I didn't think a face consisting solely of a gigantic eye wouldn't be capable of pulling off the "OH GOD MY TESTES" face but there it is.

He's trying so hard to save face and not look like he's fleeing for his life while whimpering because he just got stabbed in the junk.

Oh, you've got fanboys with glowsticks now. Yep, that'll do it. Sure to keep you safe. You've definitely--

Oh no, your useless trash goblins all died unexpectedly. It is a mystery.

By the way, you probably shouldn't have kept your eyes on me because--

AGAIN! I KNOW! Man, she's really got it out for you.

This is the most fun I've ever had filing a complaint.

The "I'm going to go get my big brother to beat you up" energy going on right now is amazing. Delivered in the smuggest possible tone.

The new bodyguards are nice, they look tougher than the last, but they don't exactly protect you from....

...that. They don't exactly protect you from that.

You gonna suck it up and take your-- and he's running again.

This wasn't quite what I was expecting when I stormed in here to commit a murder but honestly, I'm so glad I was here for this.

[sins-of-the-sea]

The Cruel Choice

Phoebus has returned. But he came back wrong.

Everyone is on the ground next to Phoebus' shell, unsure of what to do next.

“...So what now?”

“I don’t know. The Master said we should prove ourselves still in a raid with Phoebus back. I have no idea how we are going to raid with him as a vegetable.”

Giovanni lightly pinches Phoebus on the arm. No response, not even a blink. “He won’t even react to pain! How are we to raid with literal dead weight?! He can’t even defend himself, let alone follow us around!”

“He won’t even respond to us at all…”

“I-... I really don’t know…” Josep approaches Phoebus as he places a hand onto the young man’s cheek. “Phoebus?”

Still no response.

“Phoebus… please… if you can hear us, blink twice…”

To everyone’s surprise, Phoebus’ eyes open and shut twice.

“He blinked!!”

“Oh thank goodness, he can hear us!”

“He can! Phoebus, look at me. Can you hear me?”

Phoebus turns his head towards Josep.

“Ahh!! He listened to you, Captain!! He’s looking at you!”

“.....Oh, my God… no….”

“No??”

“I- …. No. I-I think I know what the Master meant by having me figure it out….” Josep steps back, trying to hold back a cry. “Let me try one more thing…

“Phoebus. Stand up and walk two steps towards me. Then look at your brother.”

Without hesitation, Phoebus lumbers a bit, but he is able to stand up on his own two feet. He then takes two simple steps towards his Captain before stopping to turn his head towards Guy.

“................Phi?”

“..........................

“Heal all our wounded, please, Phoebus.”

“-=Heal.=-” Phoebus opens his mouth to say aloud. In an instant, Rashid’s and Ruixiong’s broken bones and limbs heal up, allowing them to breathe easier and more awake. Guy’s paralysis vanishes, the hole on his skull closing up. The entire Crew is now in a fully abled state–no injuries, no illnesses whatsoever.

All ready for a raid.

“The Master has given us Phoebus back to a minimalist state–able to follow commands but have no cognizance of his own.”

“Like how Abena commands her thralls with her hypnosis potions?”

“No. More like-”

“How Phoebus commands his golems.”

“....................”

“Guy. Phoebus is essentially a golem now. And if we are to prove the Master we can be responsible with him, we need to treat him as such while he’s in this state. Perhaps if we give him a satisfactory raid, he might bring Phoebus back whole.”

“Do you think so, Captain?”

“He did say he never intends to keep his thralls back before their time….”

Guy places a hand onto Phoebus’ face. “Are you the only one who can give him commands, Captain?”

“Give it a try, Guy.”

“Phoebus. Please get dressed.”

Phoebus walks off to his chambers, presumably to dress himself up.

“Ohh... so the whole Crew can control him. Perhaps to ask of him to heal us should we need him in the midst of battle.”

“Should we need him….”

[merklins]

i suck at listening to podcasts, but whats Hello From The Hallowoods? youve piqued my interest

HELLO FROM THE HALLOWOODS!! Oh man where do I even start with this one? There is SO MUCH TO IT...

So you know how a lot of series have a big catastrophic event, the kind that screws up the world and then your main characters get to go through all kinds of strange and unusual to get things back to normal? Right, so this podcast is that. That big catastrophic event. EXCEPT! It didn't get fixed. Our guys all exist as they do now as a result of that event AND IT'S ALL WELL AND COOL! "Yeah so what? The forests get weirder every day and so do I. Anyway I'm [], here are my pronouns, I gotta go now or else the library is going to smite me for these overdue books."

So you have ALL KINDS OF CHARACTERS! Skeletons. Werewolves from space. Old men who are lamenting the days when grounds keeping didn't involve magical bogs and musical ghosts. There's a genderfluid witch who controls the weather! There's business demons, frog people, a ghost dog named dogsmell (it smells like dog), a mushroom person with a walking museum, AND SO MANY MORE!

Story.. I really don't think I could do the story justice for you, but I'll see if someone else has made a good summary of it already! (Note after I finished typing this all: SOMEONE DID! It'll be the reblog right after this post.)

I'm trying to keep this as spoiler-free as possible, but I NEED to tell you about Lady Ethel Mallory. She's the one with the heart glasses I kept reblogging stuff about! I think you'd like her a lot. Basically, in the midst of this fucked up North America you have A SINGLE CORPORATION who's still hanging around trying to profit off of AN ENTIRE APOCALYPSE. How? Dreams! They deal in dreams. Nearly every character in the Hallowoods (fucked up North America) agrees that Botco (the corporation) is a bad bad thing and something they should never ever touch, but then Lady Ethel Mallory finds the most obnoxious moment in your dreams (in-podcast this story is being presented to you by a god-thing while you sleep) to tell you all about JUST HOW GOOD THIS PRODUCT IS. Except it's so hilarious because god-thing Nikignik (our podcast host) shuts down her advertisement ASAP and totally roasts her on live air, which she gets SO VERY PISSED ABOUT that she comes right back in the next episode to make a broadcast to every single person sleeping in North America about it. Every. Single. Person. Sleeping in North America has to hear Lady Ethel Mallory pettily respond to dream-hate-mail from a god-thing. It's great it's sooo funny, and even after she finds out that he might be a god-thing SHE DOESN'T STOP! SHE KEEPS INSULTING AND THREATENING THIS DUDE IN EVERYONE'S DREAMS. I love her so much, and every time I go through her tag I giggle because half of the content there is people talking about how much they hate her for snarking at Nikignik again while they're trying to listen to their favorite queer characters confess their love for eachother.

(NOTE AFTER I FINISHED THIS: I found an even better summary/pitch to listen to it! I'm reblogging it right after this is posted so you can read a really good review of the podcast. And? IT'S SPOILER-FREE!)

[dream-this-nightmare-over]

thoughts while watching knightfall

season one

why landry why you damned prat of all the women you had to go for queen

gawain kinda makes sense

oh gawain is the only one one sane here

i stand with gawain in this one

philips hair is paid actor

he is trying to remain soft. you see how he is trying everything with joan he loves that woman so much he is willing to raise the baby as his own

gosh you did him dirty. all of you.

butler from downton abbey was born for this role

why is everyone so forgiving of landry's violation of vows and rules????

is that irene forsyte??

landry you are a bad friend

you can't tell someone with disability their pain is 'god's will' fuck you landry, this man saved your life you ungrateful prat

parsifal!!!!!! no please god i beg for mercy

why is no one looking for parsifal???

mamma joan finally snapped

rashid eyeliner will be missed

tancred??????

these cliffhangers will be death of me

everyone listens to irene. even the pope. what a woman.

'immense heights man might ascend to art, music, culture… And instead, we fuss and fight over an arrestingly ordinary cup' - whoever is writing this script needs rise then tons of awards

the final aerial shot of forest with snow falling is cinematic masterpiece

wait what just happened?? history you just know how to get us hooked

season two

court room reflecting the changes from last season both in story and philip - executed so cleverly

missing philip's hair

de nugaret we see your hair and we know you have crush on gawain

'best swordsman in france' baby i choked.

i knew nugaret is petty but go boy that ash cross will never be topped in history of fine art of pettiness

isn't that scene from vikings?

why is no one mentioning scroll??? did they forget we are bing watching

wait how they all didnt get leprosy? isn't that airborne?

candles scene was supreme

why is irene not in second season???

its hard to be against louis when he looks so good

i knew isabella was bad since they changed the actress

someone give landry break!! can this man have second without being in life threatening situation???

that fire arrow scene was too epic

louis should join templars at this point so they kill philip together

why is no one mentioning scroll??? hello??? the man is dead over there

i would have bet all i have that louis is coming to kill philip and blame landry in midst of battle with no witnesses

why is louis still on his dad's side????

who ever was in charge of aerial shots needs raise

why is everyone lying to louis??? why are they playing him like this?

best scene in whole series when gawain asks "whos child is this?" baby you are the prescious one we need to protect you at all cost aka let's bring baby into family and not tell gawain

how is fire burning so slow now?

knew kelton's story is not ending here

talus you old fucker i was worried already they lost you somewhere in script but then remembered who is playing you

gawain and landry together again!! yes living for this shit

landry and gawain and tancred omg trio is back!!

talus dragging his sword while sparks fly from tip that scene will forever live rent free in my mind and should go down in history books

louis and margaret deserved to live in peace and have what parsifal and marie almost had

when louis snaps paris will burn

daddy philip gives best advice

you are both fault for this equally, so stop arguing and make out already

okay but for real gawain has a point. what is about landry they arent telling him?

i googled louis actor and i am sadden to find out tom looks nothing like character he is playing. great mask. worth couple of emmy nominations.

they are back to plotting. fam is back together. this is great. i love this show.

tancred ship has sailed darling but at least you got the girl

omg no way landry why are you back??

de nugaret??? louis???? SLAY OF CENTURY AND ONES TO COME

THEY ARE FIGHTING IN COURT ROOM WHERE EVERYTHING STARTED I CANT-

AND THE SCROLL???? WHAT ABOUT THE SCROLL?????

IF THAT ENDING DIDNT SET GROUNDS FOR SEQUEL NO INSTANT POPULAR AMERICAN SHOW THAT BLOWS UP IN ONE DAY AND EVERYONE SUDDENLY HAS TO LIKE IT OR THEY ARE ENEMY OF STATE HASNT DESERVED IT EITHER

I miss my babies already.

conclusion: go watch it so we get season 3.

[theprayerfulword]

October 29

John 10:27 Jesus said, “My sheep listen to My voice; I know them, and they follow Me.”

2 Timothy 3:16-17 All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the servant of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work.

Luke 3:22 A voice from heaven said to Jesus, “You are My Son, whom I love; with You I am well pleased.”

Philippians 3:7 But what things were gain to me, these I have counted loss for Christ. Yet indeed I also count all things loss for the excellence of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them as rubbish, that I may gain Christ.

2 Timothy 2:15 Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved, a worker who does not need to be ashamed and who correctly handles the word of truth.

1 Peter 3:15 But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect,

May you consider eternity, where your future awaits, and turn to the Lord, in Whom your cleansing lies, lest disobedience to the Spirit bring you grief and your foes become your masters. Lamentations 1

May you look with compassion upon those whose sins have been woven together into a yoke, and who understand that they have rebelled against the righteous commands of the Lord, that you may comfort them with the comfort you have received from the Lord as He turns their captivity and brings deliverance in the midst of their sorrow. Lamentations 1

May you never forget, in the midst of the discipline and correction of God, that His anger does not make Him your foe, for the wounds of a friend are better than the kisses of an enemy. Lamentations 2, Proverbs 27:6

May you be faithful to allow the Word of God to expose sin, that it may ward off judgment if repentance follows. Lamentations 2

May you arise, crying out in the night, giving yourself no relief and your eyes no rest as the watches of the night begin, as you pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord, lifting up your hands to Him for those who are dear to you. Lamentations 2

My child, a time of change can bring emotional pain, distress, anguish, grief, and questions. When you come in repentance to Me, tears of sorrow flow as you realize how wrong you were in your beliefs and actions, but they soon change to glad tears of joy as you realize that My forgiveness is real, and it is yours, right now, immediately, not after long penance, but the very moment you turn to Me in believing faith. The time of delivery for a child is full of distress and pain for both the mother and the infant. When you labor in prayer for someone I have placed on your heart, entreating the Father for that person to have the same life-changing experience I have given you, you quickly face the fact that even with all the loving grace and mercy that My Spirit extends to your loved one, they may not have fully realized the truth of their standing in eternity and the reality of their spiritual condition yet. You find that you must battle in prayer against the wiles of the enemy to silence the lies that, like hard ground and rocky soil, stunt a restlessly seeking heart from reaching for the truth. You must stand on My Word to bind the fears that, like thorns and briers, distract a willing spirit from the path to My loving freedom. It is the work of My Spirit to grow the seed of conviction in their heart, that it may be watered by your tears and nourished by Christian relationship, in order to come to term and bring in the joyous harvest of full redemption, bearing the peaceable fruit of righteousness. A transition in relationships can open wounds, bring tears and recriminations, and raise questions. As you grow in the Spirit of Christ, you will find that I will remove some people from your life, and bring other people into your life. You often long after the relationships you have known, and are sometimes slow to develop the relationships that are new. You may question Me, feeling anger at your loss of the familiar and rejecting the advances of the new. But I am patient and enduring, continuing My work within you, well able to outlast your resistance, covering you with My healing love. The pain dims, the regrets lessen, and when you find you are able to accept what I am doing in your life, having no angry questions, raising no disputing issues, you will know that you have grown in faith and have become steadfast in your relationship with Me. You will be able to patiently wait before My throne and humbly go where I send you and willingly speak what I give you, comforted by the knowledge that I always care for you and I am ever perfecting that which pertains to you.

May you be active in sharing your faith, so that you will have a full understanding of every good thing we have in Christ, for then your love will give great joy and encouragement because you have refreshed the hearts of the saints. Philemon 1

May you sing praise to the Lord for His love and justice as you seek to walk in your house with a blameless heart, setting no vile thing before your eyes, waiting for Him to come to you. Psalm 101

May you despise the deeds of those who turn aside from God's ways, and shake them off, having nothing to do with evil and placing distance between the places where men of perverse heart are found and where your heart dwells with Christ. Psalm 101

May your eyes favor the faithful of the land so that they may sit down with you and be your companions, that you may be blessed by them and learn of them, honoring those who walk with integrity and without blame as your heroes. Psalm 101

May you put to silence, every morning, all the wicked voices who stand in your presence speaking falsely, and may you daily cast out of your house those influences that practice deceit and entice you into evil, that you may dwell in the city of the Lord forever. Psalm 101

[suckitsurveys]

How are you doing today? Blah. I’m doing better than I was the past couple days, but not 100%. I’m in the midst of an identity crisis right now and Monday I had several breakdowns over it. I just feel so OLD and shitty about it; like I’m not allowed to like the things I like anymore and that everyone around me is judging me for liking those things and thinks I’m just some old weirdo and I’m just a giant emotional mess right now. Also I’m low key worried I might be pregnant so I got that going for me too hahahahahahah.

What is the last song you listened to in a car? God Bless America And All The Beautiful Women In It by Lana Del Rey.

Do you like prefer apple cider warm or cold? Warm, though I like it cold when it’s spiked.

When did you last feel misunderstood? Always.

Have you ever visited The Louvre or would you like to? I haven’t, and I would like to.

Have you ever accidentally locked yourself out of your place of residence? Yup.

Do you remember your favorite songs as a kid? I had hundreds, like I do now.

Do you currently feel calm? NOPE.

When did you last lace up a pair of shoes? It’s been a bit. The only shoes I really lace up are my high top converse and it’s been at least a few weeks since I wore those.

What’s your go to comfort meal? My dad’s homemade spaghetti sauce or a really good pizza.

Do you enjoy cloud watching? It’s not something I do often, but sure.

Do you currently have any candles lit? Nope.

If applicable, what’s your favorite sports team? The Chicago Cubs (baseball) and the Chicago Bulls (basketball).

How many cardigans do you own? A few. One has been repurposed specifically for my Princess Carolyn costume, lol.

How much is too much for clothes? It depends on the item.

How soon do you normally decorate for holidays? For Christmas we usually decorate right after Thanksgiving.

Are there any important things happening this week? Today is me and Mark’s anniversary (13 years together, 7 years married), Tomorrow I am picking up our friend from the airport, Friday we are going to the Vampire Weekend show together, and Saturday we are visiting her and Mark’s old neighbor out in the south suburbs.

Do you know anyone who is terrified of dogs? Yes.

What scent was the last soap you used? Some coconut mint thing.

How old were you when you made your first big purchase? Uhhhhh I’m blanking.

What last made you angry? Ugh, life.

What’s a color you think is underrated? Yellow.

What is your favorite way to eat rice? (white, steamed, fried, brown, sweetened…) When it’s in a sushi roll hehe.

What color is the top you’re wearing? Lavender.

When did you last laugh so hard you cried? Last week with Lolly.

What’s your favorite horror movie? I don’t have one.

What’s your favorite and least favorite fast food restaurant? Favorite is Popeyes, least favorite is Burger King.

How many pictures can you see in the room you’re in? I have a bunch on my cabinet above my desk.

When did you last sign your signature? On a bill when Lolly and I got sushi last week.

What cover do you think is better than the original song? I’ve always liked any cover of Chelsea Hotel #2 better than Leonard Cohen’s version. Which I still love.

Are you currently listening to music? Nope.

What is something you’ve been working on? Making friendship bracelets for the Vampire Weekend show Friday.

What’s something that excites you about the future? Nothing right now, I am dreading the future currently.

How often do you drink smoothies? Pretty often.

What’s a TV show you have gotten into recently? The Bear, which I need to finish.

Have you ever had to have a tooth cut out? Wisdom teeth.

When did you last rush for something? This morning. I suck at time management when it’s 5 am hahahah.

How many blankets do you own? Uhh like 10 maybe?

Have you drank enough water today? Nope.

Do you prefer apple pie or pecan pie? Apple.

What color takes up most of your wardrobe? Black.

What makes you feel alive? I am a zombie.

Who is your last missed call from? My dad.

Do you have any unusual pet peeves? I can’t be around people who pick at their nails it drives me up a fucking wall.

What is a food you think is nasty that most people enjoy? Cheetos.

Would you rather never be sick again or be rich? Gimme the money I can buy my health.

Do you have a specialty dish that you’re really good at making? Potato salad, guacamole, deviled eggs. All cold and easy shit hahah..

What video games did you play when you were growing up? I played Super Smash Bros CONSTANTLY as a kid.

Are you good at making big decisions alone or do you tend to seek approval from others? It honestly depends on the situation .

Does your town or city have good public transport, or is it easier to drive? We have pretty good transit. It’s a nightmare to ride it, but it will get you almost anywhere in the city. Driving sucks too because the traffic in Chicago is AWFUL, but at the end of the day I’d rather be in my own car stuck in traffic than on public transit.

What was the last cocktail you drank? A Mai Tai.

Are you good at keeping running counts and tallies in your head? Sure.

Does your country have its own edition of Big Brother? Uh huh.

How often do you take a nap during the day? Never.

What social media platforms do you use? Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Tik Tok, this shit.

Are there any foods you hate the smell of but like the taste, or vice versa? I can’t think of anything.

Do you have a dishwasher? We have a tiny one that sits on our counter.

Who do you live with? My husband and our 3 kitties.

Are you listening to anything right now? No.

What is one of your favourite sitcoms? 30 Rock, Parks and Rec, Arrested Development.

Do you make to-do lists? I do.

If you could magically become fluent in any language, what would it be? Spanish.

Have you ever tried vegan ice cream? Yes, I didn’t like it, but I’d be willing to try it again.

What was the best concert you’ve ever seen? Billie and Lana at Lolla.

Do you have any hobbies? Sure.

What is your favourite pasta shape? Angel hair or bowtie.

Have you ever developed your own film? I have.

When was the last time you stayed in a hotel/motel and where was that? Last month in NOLA.

What breed was the last dog you saw? I think he’s a yellow lab mix. I can never remember. Maybe some retriever in there.

Do you watch the Super Bowl? Yeah.

What’s your favourite Disney movie? The Emperor’s New Groove.

What’s the most stressful job you’ve ever had? This one, but I’ve also had it the longest, so.

What was the last text message you received? It was from Mark about what he’s been cleaning in our apartment.

Should you be asleep right now? If so, go to bed! Nah I’m at work.