#feeling very catch-22 right now but I can't push through this

[what-even-is-sleep]

trying to figure out how to write an email :(((

[joka13]

FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 22

WARNINGS: passionate kissing

Sadly, there had not been enough time left for a full lesson after Harry's speech back in the Room of Requirement. You want to begin Dumbledore's Army sessions as soon as possible, but you're going to have to remain patient for now.

You can't believe this is all happening... all of this. You-Know-Who is back. The entire Ministry of Magic has gone completely bonkers. You are going to learn defensive magic (and also, hopefully, some offensive magic; that would be absolutely wicked) from Harry Potter himself! But, somehow, above all else, you've gotten to know Fred and George Weasley on a personal level. You smile to yourself at the thought.

"What are you so happy about?" George asks.

You are currently in the twins' dormitory, sitting cross-legged on the floor by the warm stove. In your hands is an open book with the title of "Potion Ingredients: Combinations and Functions". Tonight is a study night, so there's no bubbling cauldron in the center of the room. George lounges in bed, lying on his side with his head propped up on his hand. Fred sits on the other side of the stove, flipping through some other text book.

You weren't aware of George watching you, so you're caught off guard. "Nothing," you reply quickly out of habit. Fred looks up from his book, and George raises an eyebrow, but neither of them push any further.

You go back to your own book for a few minutes until you spot some movement in the corner of your eye, and you lift your head. You catch a glimpse of Fred nodding briefly to George.

"What was that?" you ask.

"Nothing," the twins reply in unison.

You laugh. "Fair enough, fair enough."

Fred gets to his feet and stretches his long arms up above his head. "I've got a scheduled visit with the loo right about now. I'll be back soon; don't miss me too much." He gives George one of their unspoken and indecipherable twin communication looks.

"We won't," George chortles as Fred closes the door behind him.

There's a long moment of silence in which the quiet snoring of the twins' roommates and the soft crackling of the stove are all that can be heard. You start to yawn sleepily, but cut it short when George sits up in bed. You curiously watch him stand up and come over to sit by and facing you on the floor.

You close your book and set it aside. "Well, hello th—"

George interrupts you with an unexpected hug, and it's very different from any hug you've ever received before.

He brings you to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you up against his torso. His large hands splay out over your back and grasp fistfuls of your sweater. He buries his face in your neck, causing a pleasant shiver to run down your spine.

You are absolutely stunned, frozen until the sound of your own heart thumping rapidly in your chest brings you back into the moment. You exhale excessively, not having realized that you were holding your breath, and return George's embrace.

It isn't until now that you fully recognize just how big George is. It's obvious to anyone that the twins are tall, and you've hugged George once before, but now that you aren't occupied with crying your eyes out (as you had been during that previous hug) and can take your time to really feel him in your arms, you seem like a complete child compared to George! You're even having to prop yourself up on your knees for this hug while he's sitting down.

A minute later, George hasn't let go of you yet, and you begin to worry.

You gently run your fingernails up and down his back and his frame quivers beneath you. "George?" you say quietly.

"Yeah?" he replies, his voice muffled by your neck. You have to force yourself not to giggle when the movement of his mouth tickles your skin.

"Are you alright?"

George pulls away from you so he can see your face, but keeps his hands on your waist. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

He does appear to be just fine, happy even. So, why else would he hug you if it wasn't for comfort? You know that hug was too intimate to be a simple I-appreciate-you-as-a-friend hug, and even now the way George continues to hold you sends a very particular message...

You make contact with his lovely, bright, green eyes, and feel yourself start to blush. "I mean, maybe it's just me..." You look down at your hands to hopefully hide your blush until it goes away, but your hands are on his broad chest and realizing this makes your face redden even more. "But you seem to be acting a little out of character."

George lowers his head and forces you to meet his eyes. He notices your bright, red cheeks and grins in amusement. "I'm not," he says, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. You must be blushing an incredible shade of red now, and you are grateful he doesn't mention it. "Acting out of character, I mean." He finds your hands on his chest and takes them into his. He pulls them up over his shoulders, giving you no choice but to come closer so your face is only mere inches away from his. He places his hands on your waist once more and gives you one of his crooked smiles, and your heart melts at seeing it so up close. "As you, of all people, should know," George continues. "The further you get in a book, the more you get to know the characters. I think that..." He pauses, glancing down at your lips, and his words become almost a whisper. "You just need to keep on reading."

Your face is hot, your palms are sweaty, and your heart is beating so hard that you wonder if George can hear it. You can't help but stare at his mouth, his dashing smile, his lips... You start to lean in, but George is the one who closes the gap.

He kisses you. George Weasley. Kisses. You.

The way his lips brush yours is sweet, gentle, almost careful, like he's unsure of what sort of reaction to expect from you. You don't blame him. Even you don't know what to expect from yourself in this kind of situation. So, you try not to expect anything. You simply listen to your heart, close your eyes, and soon find yourself kissing George back.

George's cautious approach immediately disappears. His hold around you tightens, his lips now moving with yours confidently, joyously, triumphantly.

For the first time, you allow yourself to be entirely submerged in that now familiar, sweet scent of honey and redwood. You acknowledge the firmness of George's arms as they flex around you, appreciating also his broad, muscular shoulders. Your hands move up the back of his neck and into his thick, red hair. He sighs into your mouth and you feel his entire body momentarily relax as you unintentionally begin to massage and scratch his scalp with your fingers, but he recovers quickly and comes back kissing you with twice as much vigor.

You sense George is getting carried away when his fingers begin to fiddle with the bottom edge of your sweater, so you reluctantly break the chain of kisses. This seems to bring him back to his senses, and the both of you remain on the floor for a minute or two, panting heavily.

"Did I read far enough?" you eventually chuckle.

George laughs and stands up. "Don't put my book back on the shelf just yet." He helps you to your feet, then wraps you into another hug. As you rest your head on his chest, a concerning thought forms in your mind. You take a step back from George.

"Y/n?" George asks. His expression turns worried and he goes to take your hand, but you pull it away.

This is wrong. This is so wrong. You're interested in two guys. Two guys that are brothers. And even worse, they're twin brothers. They are each other's best friends. You're almost certain that Fred feels the same way, and to the same extent, about you that George does, and you can't favor one over the other. Your equal range of feelings for both twins won't allow you to choose between them. Even if your heart did have a preference, you're sure it would cause a rift between the brothers if you followed it. Ever since you've known them, you've treated the twins exactly the same regarding relationship status. But what you just did solidified huge progress in your relationship with George that you don't have with Fred. Could you have possibly just... accidentally chosen George?

"What about Fred?" you whisper, mostly to yourself. "What happens when he finds out...?"

George's expression softens with relief, and he chuckles. "I have a feeling he already knows."

You're eyebrows knit together in confusion. George nods toward the door, which is cracked open suspiciously. You see something move behind it.

You slowly approach the door and open it to find... nothing. Then you look to your left and gasp in alarm. "Fred!"

He casually leans up against the wall by the door, propping his leg up and folding his arms like he wasn't just eves dropping on you and George seconds ago. He turns his head at the sound of your voice. "Y/n! How do you do?" he greets you, standing up straight. There's not an ounce of guilt on his handsome face.

Your mouth hangs open in disbelief. "When did...? How long...?"

"I saw and heard everything!" Fred declares cheerily. He brushes past you and enters the dorm. He greets George with a congratulating handshake. "And you, dear brother! How was it?"

George looks over at you longingly. "It was absolutely grand," he replies, and you blush, flattered and flustered by the memory of kissing George, until you remember that Fred is now present.

"Fred... y-you're not upset?" you stutter, still trying to process all of the emotions currently running amuck in your mind.

"Not in the slightest," Fred responds. He comes back over to you and rests his forearms up on the top of the doorframe that you still stand under, making himself appear even larger than he actually is. "But you seem to be." With the dim light of the room behind him, Fred's body is only a shadowy silhouette in the doorway, so it is rather spooky (in an exciting, stimulating sort of way) when his green eyes seem to glow despite the lack of surrounding light. Fred's hands gradually slide down the sides of the doorway as he bends down so that his mouth is right by your ear when he speaks. "Don't worry, love," he whispers. His warm breath on your skin causes goosebumps to form on your arms. "You'll have your time with me soon enough."

Fred's words ring in your ears long after he says them. He stands up straight and smirks at the look on your face. George is suddenly standing behind him, and, for a fearful moment, you wonder if he's cross about Fred flirting with you, but no. He taps Fred on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, good sir," says George politely. Fred gives you a wink before moving out of George's way.

George steps forward to hug you once again. He plants a quick but tender kiss on your lips before encouraging you out the door. "You'd better get moving," he says. "It's almost midnight."

"Oh, wow! Midnight?" The time had really flown by. "Alrighty then. Goodnight, George." You stand on the tips of your toes to kiss him. You then peer over his shoulder and wave to his twin. "Goodnight, Fred."

"G'night, y/n," Fred responds, smiling knowingly and returning the gesture, only adding a little bit more flare by waggling his fingers. You giggle.

You turn away to start heading down to your own dormitory, but George grabs your hand and spins you back around. "One more, one more," he chuckles, and does indeed give you one last passionate kiss for the night.

You walk away feeling lightheaded, and silently pray that the recollection of tonight's events won't cloud your mind, causing you to let your guard down and get caught on the way back to your common room.

[pluralismajestatis]

Had our therapy cancelled for this morning, which is both a blessing as I'm not entirely sure we were ready to process what happened this week, but also a curse in the sense that it desperately needed processing and there is a solid chance that not doing so today will lead to us dissociating the whole event into the nether. And I, in particular, need to say my peace before I can allow that to happen. Joe, on the sidelines, already wrote down what he could - being largely a bystander to the drama, he had the best ability of us all to document it, and still suffered the consequences of touching the trigger to write it down.

I'll do this here, because I need it to be reciprocal somehow. I need to feel that I'm being heard. I need to say it so I won't just lock it up and hide it away forever so that it can fester and become something much worse rotten and untouchable, like some festering wound packed away under layers of unchanged bandages.

I'm supposed to be the protector of this system. The cornerstone of what we are that everything else relies on. And I have never before failed us this badly. I'm glad I'm distanced away enough from my foundational beliefs that I'm not triggering the worst chain effect for myself, but the shame that I feel is perhaps deeper for it either way, because if I have no prior failures - then I have proven now for the first time that I am a liability. If I do have prior failures, as massive as they were, which outshadow this one to ridiculous degrees, then this is confirmation that I am worthless in my position and should not be trusted with it.

But it's not like I have a choice.

Usva's sat with me for a while, though sensitive as he is to my needs he's only been there carefully and as much as I can take it, but still present for when I'm accepting and allow it. This morning, he said quite wisely that I have to consider that, since this episode was not borne of myself and those emotions did not come from me, it could have hit any of us, and if I hadn't taken the brunt of it, the consequences might have been totally catastrophic. If it had hit Vixen, who is notoriously vulnerable to suicidal ideation, for example; I am not, so was it not the most fortunate thing to happen that I could take it and fight through it, then?

He's right in a sense, of course, but it doesn't change that fact that I hurt this family, and I did so very badly, and therefore failed at my only job at keeping us safe about as horribly as I could have failed.

I'm supposed to represent stability and affectionate, loving firmness; I'm supposed to be a good example of masculinity, of masculine authority and parenthood. If I'm no better than any other - just as prone to attacking my family, with a weapon, in my outbursts - what am I? Just another abuser?

I want to feel at least somewhat relieved that my husband is banging the glass between myself and him like he's about to drown on the other side and I have all the air remaining in this sinking ship, but I can't let him through right now. I have to feel this failure, even if I don't know what to do with it. I can't reject it or I'm just going to end up with a split that contains that failure, and I am not going to push my consequences on anybody else, or take responsibility over a single more entity until I have figured myself out.

I don't know what happened. I truly have no earthly idea what possessed us, where it came from, or what originally triggered it. There are theories, but approaching them, I have instantly been reprimanded by those less trusting of me, and I don't know if I can afford sacrificing that trust even if it allows me to find an explanation. It's a Catch-22 in a sense - because something triggered this, the priority should be on finding out what. But if I go about finding other reasons than my own responsibility over what I did, I'm reinforcing the notion that I skirt responsibility and push it onto other, more convenient, targets to clear my name.

I feel this is deeply unfair, but for the first time, a crack is truly showing in what we've believed thus far to be a remarkably stable foundation for a dissociative system.

I don't know if I should martyr myself over this, but I similarly don't know if I have strength left to mend those bonds if I disregard them now. And this is exactly why we needed the therapy. I'm... almost certain none of this will remain next week. I can and should of course refer then to this post, but what good does it do if I don't remember? Concerns for later.

[geekyglimpses-nest]

Hello fanfic community 👋🏽✨

I'll come clean, I might or might've not taken a few glasses of wine before I actually wrote this to gather some courage because finally doing this has been such a f*cking nerve wracking experience, that I couldn't actually make myself do it sober. So here I go...

First of all I'd like to introduce myself to you (you may also check my bio for a shorter intro, this one will be a bit more specific and extend) P.S, English is not my first language so if I make mistakes, be patient with me, I'm only human and I'm a very easy to break human.

My name is Eli (she/her) but on this platform my artistic name is geekyglimpses-nest (I'll explain more about this later on). Very early in my life I always found so much comfort and peace within the fanfic community because as a professional daydreamer (and also a girl with ADHD) I constantly catch myself creating fictional scenarios about my favorite movies, series, songs and books, because sometimes the content that is given to me isn't enough to feed the monster of imaginations in me, and also because I tend to overfixiate a lot over the things I love, like literally I can spend hours talking about the shit I love, so because of this I will always-till the day I die- defend and protect the fanfiction community, because it gave me so much when I was going through rough days and shit like that, and it still does, and I want other people to find that place and love they need in here, like I did.

Like a lot of fanfic readers, I started as a 13 year old Wattpad reader and something I can say about that period in my life as a reader is, I'm still scared about my library when I go back to look at what I used to read, not very proud of some of the content I read (contradictory? Maybe) but seriously some of those are actually scary for the 22 year old woman of today that is writing this, the content of some of those reads is concerning to feminism. Then, at 15 I moved here, to Tumblr, but I didn't felt I was finding what I was looking for so I went back to Wattpad again, not so shortly after I stopped reading fanfiction completely because, like a lot of you might understand, I got embarrassed because people continuously laughed about fanfic readers and writers, now looking back I think is so stupid. I think we all have the right to like what we like without feeling embarrassed or being bullied (that doesn't harm others of course)

I do acknowledge that most of the content in wattpad I use to read is not okay anymore to me because it's plagued with so much twisted shit about what being a woman in a man's gaze is, femininity, sex, our bodies, body shamming, slut shamming and so much more I could talk about that is so wrong, I can even say that some of those stories fucked me up so bad and it took a lot of therapy and healing for me to realize that those definitions were so wrong. But I can't forget that there were other stories, that I still go back to, that give so much comfort, peace and understanding.

So about three or four years ago I came back to the fanfiction community here on Tumblr, and through this community I also found AO3, which to me, is a completely different roller coaster, I feel like to be able to read stuff on that platform you have to have reached a whole other level of maturity to appreciate the delicate and exquisite taste of those writers (I'll also dwell on that later, cause this introduction is being longer that I'd like) On the time I spend away from the fanfiction community I was able to educate myself in other genres and styles of writing and literature, which one would think would push me away from this community, but it didn't It was actually one of the reasons I came back. I'd missed it so much, I missed the feeling I felt when reading a good fucking fanfiction story. And also I never stopped daydreaming and creating fake scenarios about my favorite visual, writing or sound stories, it actually just kept growing to a point where I needed somewhere to express all of the imagination and craziness that lives rent-free in my brain. So I just started writing for myself, to calm those impulses to see-in some way-what I daydreamed about all time, I thought: "Yes that'll do it, that'll fix all my problems and I'll be able to live a peaceful life" HAHAHA how wrong I was. And then I started reading about how other writers felt the same and how much it actually helped to put their work out there and so here we are now... Me trying to see if I can find a group of people/community that want to kick their feet and giggle with me about our fanfiction and also find a place where to store and keep my ideas and imagination (please be kind to me, if not I will cry)

Shit... It's been this long and I haven't even finished introducing myself... Sorry I tend to do that, I start wanting to talk about something and I end up in a completely different place.

Like I was saying, I'm a 22 year old mexican feminist woman, who's studying and working to be a film producer, writer and director. I'm also an artist who's really struggling to succeed and make a name for herself in an almost completely man dominated industry in a very misogynistic country (I'll also talk about that later on, please remind me) I love reading all types of genres, my favorite fanfictions are almost entirely marvel or star wars related, I just can't resist myself (I'll be more specific about this one too) I love movies, specially good 90's or early 2000's romcom's but my tastes are not limited to that, I love music from the 70's till the 90's. I'm a woman that likes to fight for what I stand for and my beliefs with sword and shield. I also struggle with depression, anxiety, POS and ADHD. I cry a lot and I can laugh a lot. I consider myself to be an extremely sensible and empathetic soul, which is why the current state of this world breaks me every day I pick up the phone. But I also try to make the best out of the worst and just live for what makes me happy and brings joy into my life. I'm also a firm believer of live your life and let others live their life, nobody asked for your incredibly homophobic, fatphobic, transphobic, capitalist, ignorant, white opinion, thank u, if you're that person please kindly see yourself out of my profile.

Anyway... I think I'll leave it at that for the moment, if I remember something important about me that should know I'll update this post.

With love, geekyglimpses-nest out.

See u in the next post.

[gingermintpepper]

After thinking it over for a bit, I've decided that I might as well do a proper underrated 3DS game rec list. I'm a bit of an ATLUS junkie and that's gonna be pretty disgustingly apparent in this list, but it's not my fault that they released hit after hit and all of them were duly ignored.

Due to tumblr's 10 image limit (and my struggle to keep motivated to do one thing for more than three hours) I'm definitely gonna have to break this up into parts and I'm fairly certain one of these lists is just gonna be MegaTen games lmao but I'd like to let people know about these excellent titles and see if I can't at least get people interested in them so they can get more traction.

So, without further ado:

Some 3DS Games that were criminally slept on (part 1)

Monster Hunter Stories

God, where do I begin with this game. Well, the basics: It's a JRPG spinoff title of the now widely successful and popular Monster Hunter series featuring a different take on interacting with the varied and intricate monsters populating the world: Riders.

Yep, instead of hunting the beasties, you play as a young rider who's completed their intiation ritual and can now bond with 'Monsties' as they've cutely labelled the usually ferocious monsters of the wilds. The great thing is that you still fight Monsters--tons of them in fact but this isn't a paid review and in my humble opinion, the most impressive thing about this game is the visual style. The landscapes, the armour, the way they redesigned and 3DS-ified the classically hyper realistic and monstrous beasts to not only be absolutely adorable but still capable of being intimidating when the time calls for it, the stellar animation of special moves and combination attacks--it's delicious, nutritious, stupendous, I can and will consume it like it's part of my recommended caloric intake.

It's very akin to Pokemon in the way its basic gameplay premise is set up, however, instead of catching--or even indeed befriending--the Monsties in the game, you rummage through their nests and steal their eggs, later hatching them and getting yourself a brand new lightly kidnapped monster pal!

Other general things about the game:

Pros:

The armour and weapon sets for both male and female characters slap along with the general character customisation options. They're incredibly diverse (though limited in body type) and you can switch around traits and features whenever you want from your house.

The POGS--these porkers are everywhere and they serve as tiny little achievements for exploring every odd and end of the world. Also they have little outfits. They're so cute. 🥺🥺

You can actually ride the Monsties. All of em. Or, at least the ones that you have available to be your buddies. They all have exploration skills and traits that not only make exploring much more interesting but encourage you to swap out your active Monstie and play around with your options a bit.

Y'all breeding Monsties is complicated and I live for just how intense and ridiculous you can get with optimal builds for these things.

The story is really competently put together! The characters, character designs and even the internal conflict with your starting trio of characters is really compelling along with the mystery of the blight that's infecting Monsters across the world. It's not anything worth awards but it's compelling and it makes you care about the characters if that's what you're in the market for.

Amazing sound design, expansive world, everything about the presentation of this game oozes that Monster Hunter charm even if the art is cutesier than usual. You'll never get bored of its stellar visual presentation!

Available for around twenty quid on the Google Play store, so if you want, you could actually get the full game on your smartphone or tablet. Note though that it would be a battery nuker.

Cons:

If you're on a regular 3DS, frame rate drops are a given. This game kinda pushes the visual capabilities of the 3DS to its absolute limit--a lot like Okamiden did back on the DS.

One save file :( It's pretty much for the same reason as above but still.

If you're playing as the girl, you can't get male armour and vice versa. Since there's only one save file, you'll never be able to have all of the armour sets in a single playthrough and that's criminal because both of the sets for the genders are absolutely breath-taking, thank you.

I 👏can't 👏make👏my👏 own 👏Palico👏

Multi-player for this game is pretty dead seeing as it's almost five years old by now and never got much press or traction. Usually this wouldn't be an issue - this game is 99% singleplayer and you don't really need to fuss about with multi-player to have fun, but if you want to collect all the Monsties, you'll need it since the only way to get Glavenus is through pvp achievements. :/

Final thoughts: Play it if you find yourself getting tired or disappointed with 3DS Pokemon games but still want something that feels as fantastical as Pokemon. It outshines the 3DS Pokemon games at every turn and I will never be over just how thoughtfully put together and fully realised these games are. Of course, if you've ever played Monster Hunter, then you know just how intensive these games are with the lore, biology, cultures and world of their Monsters but seeing that translated into JRPG format was just very sobering and it's a game that, to this day, continues to awe me with just how much love and attention went into it.

Last note: If you're still unsure about it, there's a demo available on the e-shop of the 3DS that allows you to play through the entire initial area of the game. Your data does carry through to the full release and to give you an idea of how much I've been able to squeeze out of it - my playtime for that demo is currently sitting at 22 hours. Make sure to get a hold of that Cyan-Kut-Ku!

7th Dragon III Code: VFD

The title may sound intimidating but the premise is not! A mysterious disease called Dragon Sickness spread by the Dragonsbane flowers that have cropped up all around the world. You and your team are recruited by the Nodens game company after you display extraordinary prowess in their hit virtual reality game 7th Encount. As you go through the adventure, you are tasked with finding out the truth behind the Dragon Sickness and asked to stop both it and the Dragons that are destroying the world.

This game is fun. It's another turn-based JRPG however, in this game you create all of your characters yourself from the myriad of classes available to you from the jump. Different classes of course have very different specialisations - Samurai focus on high powered cutting damage with their swords, Duelists are summoners who can influence the element of the battlefield as well as summon monsters from each element, Agents can hack into your enemies and inflict a barrage of nasty ailments, just to name a few - and you are given three teams of three characters each to experiment with different team comps and find the balance that works for you. There's also a wide variety of Dragons to hunt and kill in the game, which directly affects how infected your world is with the Dragon Sickness causing Dragonsbane. Along the way you will also come into contact with many interesting characters, concepts and confrontations that will make the task of saving the world all the more imperative.

Pros

1. The character creator and differing classes give way for tons of experimenting and playing around with your own unique approach to combat and carrying out your missions. Granted, 'character creation' is generous, it's little more than palatte swaps but the classes are really where VFD shines. Eight main classes may not sound like a lot, but the expaniveness of the character skills, their synergy with their fellow classes and the uniqueness of some of the classes in and of itself allows for so much flexibility and creativity in approaches to even tougher bosses. It also encourages the switching about of your party members to really finagle with the options available to you.

2. God this game is pretty. The locations, the character art, the creature design - all of it is gorgeous and this game capitalises on every bit of the 3DS's presentation limitations as it can.

3. You can romance anything and everyone - yes, you can even be gay/lesbian/poly in this game. In fact, one of the main characters - Julietta - is gnc and he's a constant source of joy as well one of my personal favourite characters, right behind Yuma.

4. Exploration is very very forgiving as the game has healing spots and teleport nodes all over the world to allow for quick, seamless travel between quest points without feeling like anything is too much of a hassle. There are also special enemies that allow for quick grinding as well as quick farming of money. In general, the game does a really good job of making sure that the grind is never unbearable or inconsiderate of your time.

Cons:

1. This is the fourth game in a series the West has never seen any other title for, and from the looks of it, will probably never see any other titles for. Because of that, there are some elements that may seem confusing or revelations in the plot that may seem to come out of nowhere.

2. While the visuals are great, the OST of this one is pretty short making for a lot of reused soundtracks that can get really annoying if you're like me and need your audio to be interesting or consistent so it doesn't distract you too much.

3. This one isn't really a con but it is divisive: This game gets pretty difficult at times. A few of the main dragon enemies including and especially the final boss can give you a serious run for your money in the annoy-o-meter in terms of the kind of absolute JRPG fuckery they can pull out of their magic bag of bullshit movesets and while I generally enjoy that kind of thing, I know it's not for everyone. Most regular combat shouldn't be too tricky once you have a team comp that works well together but you also need to pay attention since the same team that carries you to victory one time might be worth beans against another dragon.

Final thoughts: This is... a really good game. Interesting story, really interesting characters, pretty world and a battle system that really makes you sit down and think. There's also a demo for this available in the e-shop and while your data doesn't carry over - you do receive multiple perks for carrying over your demo data including some exclusive items that, while not game breaking, do help a ton in the early stages of the game.

This isn't a final list by any stretch of the word; I only have the energy to do these two right now, but the next games up for coverage are Ever Oasis and Stella Glow! If you're interested in my full plan of games I want to cover here then my current lineup includes: Theatrhythm: Curtain Call, Project Mirai: Deluxe, Culdecept Revolt, Alliance Alive, Radiant Historia: Perfect Chronology, Etrian Odyssey V, Devil Survivor 2: Record Breaker and Shin Megami Tensei IV: Apocalypse.

Finally, if anyone has played any of the games I mention, cover or plan to cover PLEASE REACH OUT TO ME, I AM SO LONELY IN MY FORTRESS OF SAND. On a serious note, I'd love to hear what other people who've played these games think!

Thanks for reading,

-Ginger

PS: @feralpeacock Because a million years ago, on my first underrated games post, you asked that I remember you. :D

[thatsgay-writes]

Korrasami x Reader Part 2

Summary: Telling your kids how you all started dating.

Warning: Light cursing?

Ages in flashback:

Korra: 21

Asami: 22

You: 23

"I wanna know how you and mommy got with mama." You give your son a kiss on the head, "Ok bud, so..."

*Flashback Start*

You and Asami had been dating for 4 years at this point and you had helped her build her company back up. You both had been sending letter to Korra, some were joint letters and some were not. You two were also the only two to get responses. You knew about Asami's not so small crush on the Avatar and had known about it for a while. You both had talked about it and you confessed that you didn't always see Korra in just a friendly way either. You both had planned on telling her about it after everything that happened with Unalaq but knew that she had gone through practically two breaks up within a month and decided to wait. Turns out you waited too long because before you could even blink, Korra was paralyzed and on her way back to the South Pole. Asami kept getting nightmares about that day and what could have happened if Suyin didn't get the poison out. Over the years they did lessen and soon stop happening. When Asami went to talk to her dad the first time, she came back to you crying. She told you how she wanted to forgive him but she just didn't know how and if it was a good idea. You told her that you would stand behind whatever she decided to do and that if she did want to forgive him, to just take it slow.

When Korra did come back you were surprised by her hair. "Wow, I love what you did with your hair." Asami said, standing a few feet in front of Korra. Korra blushed and grabbed her short hair a little. She goes to respond before feeling arms wrap around her from behind, "Korra! Oh my spirits, you cut your hair it's so cute!" You said in excitement before giving Korra a kiss on the cheek, causing her to blush more. She just mumbles a thanks as Asami smirks, seeing the blush you and her caused. With Korra back, you and Asami talked more about finally confessing the feelings you both had been harboring for the Avatar for the past 3 years. But of course something had to happen and next thing you know, you are all fighting for Republic city against a giant machine with a spirit beam.

You had watched as Korra froze water over the robot and Asami's humming bird land on it. You watched at one of the robots hands broke out and was heading towards the humming bird. "No..." you said as you watched in fear as the hand got closer and closer to the humming bird machine. You let out a huge sigh of relief as you watched Asami (You knew it was her because she was on top.) get ejected from the humming bird, until you realized that she was the only one ejected. "Shit." As much as you wanted to go and comfort her immediately, you had a job to do and you wouldn't want her dad's death to be in vain. Your job was to more or less be back up for Korra because the room was too small for all three of you to fight in. When the machine crashed, you followed Korra and Kuvira into the spirit wilds. You were shocked when Kuvira turned the spirit beam on and made sure to help Korra and Kuvira dodge the beam. When the beam got shot right at the three of you, you helped strengthen the sides and top of the air pocket Korra made to protect you all.

When the three of you get sent into the spirit world, you get sent flying away from the other two. You end up landing on a sharp rock and getting stabbed by said rock. You would have just laid there and waited for someone to come find you but you knew that Korra and Kuvira were too occupied with each other and after getting the rock out of you, you were losing blood too fast. Stumbling towards the new spirit portal, you see Korra talking to Kuvira, who finally hangs her head in defeat. "Is it over?" You ask standing a little ways away from the two girls. Korra smiles hearing your voice before turning around and responding, "Yeah, maybe we can all go on a vacation after this." Korra jokes. You smile at her, "Thank the spirits." You say before falling to your knees. "Y/n!" Korra yells running up to and catching you before you face planted. Her expression turns from one of concern to horror after seeing the blood that was soaking your shirt. "Kuvira see if anyone has water! Hurry!" Korra says as she looks around and doesn't see any water. Of course they open a spirit portal in the one place that doesn't have water. "Come on, stay awake. Asami will kill both of us if you die." Korra says as she keeps your head on her shoulder and ties cloth around your wound.

Kuvira rushed out the spirit portal and stumbled forward after tripping on some rocks. She looked up to see Korra's friends standing in a defensive position, ready to attack. "Let Kuvira go or we will fire." Somebody in a mech suit said. Kuvira shook her head, remembering what was happening in the spirit world. "Stand down, this battle is done. But do any of you have water? It's an emergency." Everyone looked at her confused, "Korra's friend is injured pretty badly and where we landed in the spirit world didn't have any near by water." Asami immediately got worried when Kuvira said "Korra's friend". "Y/n!" Asami says out loud before grabbing Kya's hand, knowing she had water on her, and running towards the spirit portal. When she breaks through the portal she almost cries at the sight before her. Korra is sitting on the ground, with her legs open, and has your head on her shoulder and your body laying in between her legs. The wound in your back was very obvious and had bled through the cloth Korra wrapped around it. Kya had rushed forwards immediately and unwrapped the cloth from around your wound, causing you to cry out in pain. That sound finally broke Asami from her trance and she ran forwards.

Asami kneels down next to Korra and notices the shine of tears in Korra's eyes. Asami puts one of her hands on the back of Korra's neck and rubs her thumb back in forth in an attempt to calm her down. She takes her other hand and places it on your cheek, you shift your head a little to push into Asami's hand. "I'm going to do as much as I can but the wound is a lot deeper than it looks. She is gonna need a healing pool to completely heal." Asami nods her head before giving you and Korra a kiss on the cheek before running back out the spirit to get Tenzin to get a bison.

*Time skip to Zhu Li and Varrick's Wedding*

You and Asami sat on the stairs outside looking at the spirit portal. "I can't believe Korra made that." Asami nods her head in agreement, "Only Korra would accidentally make a spirit portal." You chuckle at her statement and hear a playful scoff come from behind you. "You both act like it was on purpose." You and Asami turn to see Korra standing behind you with her arms crossed over her chest and a playful glare on her face. You roll your eyes before slowly moving over to leave space between you and Asami for Korra to sit. You accidentally wince a little as you move causing Korra to rush forward a little. "No, y/n you don't need to move." "It's okay Korra... Asami and I actually need to... talk to you." You say a little nervously, which causes Korra to get suspicious. She sits down slowly before looking between you and Asami. Asami wouldn't meet her eyes and just looked down blushing. Korra turned to look at you, to see you holding a letter to her. She looks at you confused before slowly grabbing it. As she goes to open it, you speak. "This is the last letter Asami and I wrote to you, we just never got the chance to send it." Korra nods her head before focusing on the letter to read it.

(italics is Asami writing and bold is you writing.)

Dear Korra,

I hope your doing better and that you always know you can talk to me and y/n. We heard you're coming back in a couple weeks and are absolutely ecstatic. With that knowledge in mind we decided to not actually send this letter, we thought it would be better for you to read in person. Okay I took over because Asami is way to formal with this stuff. SHE HIT ME! The nerve of that woman I swear. But anyways, I'm going to make this short and simple. I'm in love with you, we're in love with you. Yes, you read that correctly. I can't speak for Asami but I didn't fully realize how deeply I was in love with you until I saw you laying on the ground after Zaheer had poisoned you. I always knew I had an attraction to you and felt more towards you than a friend should but seeing you laying there, almost dead, felt like a punch to the face. You could have died having never known about how much we love you, how much people love you. I would say that after seeing that, that I didn't hesitate to tell you because life is short but you were so broken afterwards and we couldn't put that on you. You needed time to heal and I understood that. My only hope now is that you haven't found somebody in the south pole. Now that y/n is done writing and being annoying, I want to agree with most of what she said. I know we had a rough start, with everything that happened with Mako (his eyebrows though), ignore y/n. But somewhere along the line of going from competition to friends, I realized that you dating Mako wasn't the source of my jealousy, well it was just not in the way most people thought. I wasn't jealous that you were dating Mako I was jealous that Mako got to be the one dating you. He obviously didn't know what he was doing when he broke up with you. I swear if Y/n takes this paper one more time I'm going to hit her again. Anyways, Y/n and I talked and we were wondering if you would be our girlfriend or at the very least go on a date with us.

With love,

Y/n and Asami

Korra's mouth was opened in shock. She was so sure that the letter was a prank or something but when she looked up at the both of you and saw how nervous you both were, she realized that it wasn't. "Both... You... You both love me?" You bit your lip nervously before nodding in response. Asami looked up in concern, "If you don't feel the same way, we can all act like this never happened. We wouldn't pressure you in---" Asami gets interrupted by Korra pulling her in to a kiss. You watch with a giant smile as Asami relaxes into the kiss and returns it. Korra pulls away and turns to look at you, "I can do that now right, I know I should've as---" This time Korra is cut off by you pulling her into a kiss. This time it's Asami smiling as Korra relaxes into the kiss. When you both pull away from each other, Asami speaks. "So I guess that's a yes to our question." Korra blushes and rubs her neck nervously, "Yeah... I love you guys too if that wasn't obvious." You and Asami share a smile before pulling Korra into a group hug. You all sit there for a moment before pulling away. You wrap an arm around Korra's shoulder and hold Asami's hand with the same hand. "So..." You say looking out at the spirit portal. "Y'all want to go on a vacation?"

*Flashback End*

"Whoa! Do you have a scar!?" You chuckle at your sons excitement. "Yeah I'll show y'all before bed tomorrow if you're good for Bolin and Opal tomorrow. That means best behavior." "Okay mom." Your son says with a serious expression, he wanted to see that scar. "You ruffle up his hair before moving to your oldest daughter's bed. "Now, what story do you want to here?"

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Hawks x Reader: Bad Idea

Another self indulgent Hawks fic that I've literally had in my notes for months. He lives in my head rent free along with my other 22 fake boyfriend's because I'm ✨mentally unstable.✨ It is a song fic tho, Bad Idea ft. Shiloh Dynasty https://youtu.be/kH9hJnT7KkE

Tw: food, depression, Hawks is honestly just feeling it bro- same dude,

Word count: almost 2k? I think

Requests are open! Honestly I'm probably terrible but the only things I can think to write are those imaginary situations I put myself in

(Y/L/N)- your last name

(Y/N)- your name

Thoughts or emphasized talk are in italics

Also idk why but I imagine he removes his feathers to shower since they probably need different cleaning conditions and also they just seem like a hassle in showers.

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Here he was, the number two prohero. Everyone assumed his life was perfect, anything he wanted served on a gold platter. He felt the guilt creep up into him.

I should be thankful. The thoughts ate away at his mind in the rare seconds he got alone. You shouldn't be so selfish. So annoying. So insufferable.

Takami pushed these thoughts back. "No one needs to know how you think, Keigo." He whispers out to himself in his office.

He scrawled at paper work, trying to not let the self depreciating thoughts feast away on his mind. Unfortunately for him, different thoughts came up.

His best friend, Rumi had this friend. (Y/L/N). Smart, attractive, sometimes a little rough around the edges, but amazing. He found his mind wandering to them all too often.

They were mostly unknown, despite their insanely strong quirk. They preferred to stay out of the lime-light, through that irritable exterior sat overwhelming anxiety and shyness. But they always denied it.

He stopped himself as he realized he's spent 10 minutes only thinking of them, a friend. Yeah right.

He lazily walked out of the office waving to all his employees as he made his way outside. His eyes slowly dragged to the darkly faded blue sky, dusted in clouds. Cold, tired, aching. Just how he felt.

He took a slow brisk flight to his house, feeling the wind bash his face and the air flow through his feathers. He gently placed a foot on the metal railing of his balcony, taking a deep step to the ground and opening the door.

The emptiness rung through his apartment like a blaring siren. You have everything. How can you still want more?

The voices in his head screamed and clawed their way out. You're nobody. No one ever loved you. You're so alone. You're nothing but a tool to the commission. You're actual character is useless.

He shed his coat, boots, and pants. Looking to himself in the mirror as he removed most of his feathers. He looked exhausted as he stumbled into the shower, numbly.

The next ten minutes seemed to elude him when he wondered how much time has gone by of him staring at the shower wall blankly.

He dried off a bit then looked around his kitchen for something to eat. Have I eaten today? The buzz and light of his phone on the counter startled him.

"Hey, Hawks." A single, simple message from (Y/L/N). Okay don't panic.

"What's up?" He replied swiftly.

"I had this feeling something was wrong and wanted to check up on you."

"Why would you think that?" He tried to play it off like it wasn't true without actually lying.

"I'm not sure. Do you maybe wanna join me?" You asked.

"Where?"

"Well, every once in awhile when I need a break I go and stargaze with a night picnic. It helps me relax, and if you think it might help I'd want to. I can tell something's off." You were always so convincing. It felt like you weren't too nosy or snoopy but you understood.

"Text me where to be and when?" He let out a gentle smile at his phone.

"The dollar store on 4th in 10 minutes? So we can choose some snacks together?"

"I'll be there."

Did Takami think any problems where going to be solved with some food in the dark? No. But would he skip the opportunity to be with you, to find out how he really felt when it was just you two? Absolutely not.

He landed down on the broken pavement outside of the old dollar store, scanning around to see you.

"Boo!" A bump from behind had him flinching to see the sound as you stood behind him giggling. "Got ya."

"Very funny (Y/L/N) the most amazing trick yet." He rolled his eyes with a slight smile.

"C'mon let's go grab a bunch of terrible snacks and call it a picnic, bird brain."

You two walked into the store and walked a large circle around it, choosing chips and candy and drinks at your leisure. Once you got to the counter, he fights you to his wallet.

"It's my picnic."

"And I'm the very special guest who was so generously invited. I'm paying." He grins as you pout at him.

Grabbing the bags you placed them in the back seat as you offered passenger side to him.

"I don't like cars."

"Why not?"

"Cramps my wings."

You look at him with the biggest puppy eyes you can manage. "You already agreed to keep me company and pay for the snacks, let me do something for you?"

"Fine, but only cause you're pouting kid."

He gently sits in your passenger seat as you strap yourself in and turn the car on. The car hums and the music playing softly on the radio are the only things heard. The peace feeling too good to break.

Once you pull your car up into the parking lot of a small park and grab your bags, you begin leading him to your usual place.

"Hold these." You hand him the bags as you jump and climb up on top of a big metal container. You peer over the side with big eyes and a smile as you say to him, "now hand me the bags and do what I did!"

He looks at you with a wide smirk before simply flying up to join you. "Or you can do it the cheater's way." You pouted and bumped his shoulder.

"It's not cheating, it's using my resources." He says with a triumphant smirk.

"Your cheating resources." You pull out your gummy candies and started eating as you leaned back till you were laying down.

"Do you like the stars, Hawks?" You say like your sleep talking, staring into the night sky.

"Keigo." He shifts to lay down about a foot away from you. "You can call me, Keigo. And... I don't think I've ever taken time to look at the stars."

"No sneaking out away from parents to sit on vans and stargaze? Or watching the sunrise with a partner while eating fast food?"

"What kinda date is sitting in a car for hours staring at the sky and eating?" He laughs.

"Ah one that never really happened, he just said he would. But never mind that repressed shit." A sad laugh forces itself out as you stare between the stars.

"Was he cute?" He tried to sound funny but it came out more sympathetic.

"Sometimes," you laugh with him. "But he had really nice hands."

"Hands? That's an odd thing to find attractive." He turned his head over to look at you as your eyes seemed to burn holes in the dark milky blue sky.

He continued laughing with you about this guy but couldn't help an overwhelming feeling of jealousy. Who was he? Did he look anything like him? Was this recent?

"Keigo?" A voice snapped at his train or thought, "Yes, (Y/L/N)?" He replied rushed.

"Do you want your mini cookies?" You ask looking to him with the bag.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks." He mentions grabbing the bag from your finger tips.

He ate his cookies and thought as you seemed either lost in your head, or lost in the stars.

Loving you would be selfish. As such a high ranking hero, he's made a target for himself and anyone around him. He's broken down, can't feel. You obviously have other people on your mind. Someone like you wouldn't be single long.

"When did he leave?" He blurts out without thinking. Maybe it's a sore subject-

"Long ago." You look lost, your eyes searching and wandering but never grabbing hold of exactly where you should be. "Why?" Well I guess if I'm gonna start prying might as well go all the way.

"He thought that maybe he could love me. But now that's just ridiculous," you laugh coldly. "Who would love me?"

"Falling in love with you seems like a really bad idea. But not on your part." He whispers into the wind, hoping it'll carry his words away from you.

"What do you mean?" You look completely confused, almost scattered.

"You're quiet, and I'm someone who puts a spotlight on practically anyone around me. You'd constantly be put in danger. Plus I'm arrogant and cocky, nothing at all like you." He acted like he could see the stars as you could. He stared into them finding any way he could to avoid your eyes.

"You could get hurt or I could annoy you." He whispers.

"I had no idea you felt that way, Keigo." You whisper back, shock keeping your voice quiet.

His eyes burned holes into the night sky, he felt he shouldn't look at you. The mental image of you already wouldn't go away.

"You wanna know something, Keigo? I can read people like books, I can read stars like stories, and I can read in-between lines like they were in bold font. But, you always catch me off guard. Reading you is like a mystery novel. Sometimes intense, sometimes peaceful, but always keeping me wondering." You smile into the stars, you can tell he desperately doesn't want to see your eyes. "You're always leaving everyone on the edge of their seat, and when you leave you can't stop thinking of the next time you'll come. What you'll bring."

"I....I don't think I understand (Y/L/N)-" Keigo's soon cut off.

"(Y/N)"

"Well, (Y/N)- I don't think I understand." He tries to sit up and look at you.

"You catch me off guard, something about you speaks to me in ways I know you never actually would. I can see it, the way you stumble or hesitate. I can tell somethings scared you into silence." You've never had much chance to talk about the ways you analyze people, you wanted to tell him how you could tell the way he acted wasn't always good.

"I think you might be reading too much into this, kid." He tries to intervene.

"I get if you don't want to tell me." You stared up at the stars, waiting for him to do the same. "You see there?" You pointed to a star. "That's a constellation."

"They just look like stars." He seemed a bit disappointed that he couldn't see stars the way you did, with such knowledge and wonder in your eyes.

"That's cause they are," you giggled to him, "it's not like I can actually see the pictures either."

"You.. you can't?" He looked to you confused but slightly hopeful, how could they look at them but not see too?

"That's the whole point, Keigo. It's being able to see what's not really there. Sometimes I stare into the sky hoping to see any semblance of hope, but that's not how it is. You have to teach yourself to look at what could be there." He stared to you, a small content smile graced your face. You were beautiful.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"Maybe, loving you isn't such a bad idea.." he looked remorseful, staring into the stars. Maybe he could see it too one day.

"What do you mean?" You glace to him.

"You see so much, you can read and see the things I want to see. I want to learn, (Y/N). I want to see how you do."

The smile on your face spread.

"I'd love to show you."

[scvrllet]

If you're still doing these, could I get a 🎫 concert ticket for Harry Potter and Once Upon A Time?

Glad to have found your blog!!!

I'm Lucifer, but people call me Luci or Luce, I'm 21 (22 in September), I identifiy somewhere around the nonbinary category, but I see gender as something trivial. I'm a panromantic demisexual and prefer they/her pronouns. 6'3 tall, long wavy blonde hair, black eyes. I wear glasses and usually skirts with old band t-shirts (that I actually listen to).

I always have a bunch or rings around my fingers as well as multiple ear piercings. I'm super pale, to the point that people often ask me if I'm sick.

I'm introverted, but I can be a social butterfly if required. I love listening as much as talking. I never really talk about emotions/feelings but anything else I'mhappy to chat about. I don't really react to things apart from my facial expressions. The lift of an brow, a smirk or an eye-roll will let you know how I feel about things without verbal confirmation. I'm always calm and collected, and my voice stays monotonous no matter what ; I don't stutter, yell or scream.

I'm highly intelligent and very sarcastic, and rarely laugh outloud, but smirk a lot. I might come across as rude and blunt but on the inside I am a softie, just don't show it often.

I love literature (especially classic), arts and learning languages (I currently speak 18). I'm also musically very inclined. I study History and mythology. When it comes to hobbies, I read and collect lots of things things such as lighters, tarot cards, night lights, rocks/crystals and books.

I have four siblings and am the oldest, but I don't really keep in touch with my family that much. I have a few good friends (2 or 3) and I don't even really need much more.

I'm a Virgo, Slytherin and INTJ-A if that tells you anything.

I'm not athletic in the least, but am in good shape. My body is an hourglass figure and I also got a bunch of tattoos.

I have a bad habit of smoking, and usually having a glass of scotch or wine with me (but I never get drunk or even tipsy). I love spending time near water, but hate getting wet. I usually take long walks outside after midnight while listening to creepypastas or true crime podcasts. I love the genre horror overall, yet I rarely get scared. The only thing I'm scared of is being scared if something. And Santa Claus (<-- no idea as to why).

If I were to go on an ideal date, it'd hopefully be something original and not the cheese classics, but I wouldn't mind them either. I just want to experience new things.

I don't really celebrate holidays (e.g. Christmas, Ester) since I was raised in an atheist/witchcraft household.

If I still might add something, when it comes to relationships I'm never overly dramatic. I don't, as previosuly mentioned, yell or really even cry. I don't get frustrated or suspicious easily. If I see any inclination that my partner might be e.g. cheating on me, I ask them about it directly and will absolutely under no circumstanses go through their phone, computer or start stalking them. 

You wanted 3 random things, here :

1. I can't cook shit, I have set spaghetti on fire, cracked a pan in half and blown up a microwave.

2. I'm very unpredictable, but at the same time I like to stick to certain routines etc.

3. I've had my hair dyed more times that I can count with more colors than I know how to name.

Uhhh, I think that's all? I hope you have a good day :)

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I ship you with....

Peter Pan

- Arriving on Neverland, in hindsight, was a mistake. Magic beans while very reliable were prone to mistakes every so often and so instead of appearing in the Enchanted Forest, you were on the beach of a large island. And what was the most odd of all, was not the strange feeling you felt upon arriving on the island, but the pair of eyes you could practically feel staring at you from the trees. Hoping that it was just an animal of some sort, you walked off the beach and headed to the path through the forest.

- Unfortunately for you, the feeling lingered, following you almost as you walked through the forest. Tall trees lined the path and every once in awhile you’d see some small animals scurry away. What seemed to stand out the most however were the silhouettes standing off in the side, deep within the trees but standing right below the sunlight for you to see clearly. There was four, than five, than six than......only one. Looking at your surroundings, you saw your footprints in the ground before you and it hit you. You’d been walking in circles the whole time and the silhouette was still there.

“Hello?” You called out, not sure as to whether or not the silhouette really was there.

Without a verbal response, the figure disappeared only to reappear a few feet in front of you.

You jumped back in shock but quickly regained your balance as you studied the person before you. It was a boy, looking to be around your age, with a questioning look on his face as he looked at you. “Who are you?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“I asked you first!”

“And I’m in charge of this island!”

“You? In charge of an island? What is this Neverland?” You rolled your eyes at the possibility. Neverland was a place made up so that kids could fall asleep. Not a real place that you could visit.

“Yes it is, and I run things around here so tell me, who are you.” The boy replied, emphasizing his last three words as he spoke.

“As if, what’s next? You call your little Lost Boys to come prove to me?” You scoffed. To believe that you were on Neverland was already too much and all you wanted was to get home to the Enchanted Forest but it seems you’re stuck playing pretend with a boy who doesn’t want to grow up. A shame really

Smirking, the boy simply pressed two fingers to your forehead and before you could even say something, your mind went foggy and your vision was filled with black.

- To say you got off on a rough start was an understatement. The two of you were constantly at each other’s neck while he kept you on the island, the camp specifically, and didn’t let you leave due to belief that you were a spy of some sorts. Not that he had anything to hide. Not yet at least.

- As time went on however, the two of you had begun to form a friendship. It wasn’t anything big or odd, but it was definitely new. He’d be less of an ass to you and let you explore the island on your own (with some exception).

- Upon finding your out about your hobbies, he would discreetly try to surprise you with materials to help you engage in them even if Neverland’s magic still had some restrictions. He would still try to the best of his abilities.

I also ship you with....

Blaise Zabini

- Losing was one thing Blaise never took lightly. Competitive he was but even with his ambition and skill, it was the mundane things that revolved around luck that often made him lose. Like the stupid bet he made with Theo on whether Gryffindor would win or lose where the loser would have to make a full four course meal complete with drinks for all the Slytherins in their year. Unfortunately for him, he had lost unlike Gryffindor and now here he was, spending his Saturday afternoon in the kitchens and a cookbook Pansy had given him “to help”.

- Blaise didn’t know what he’d see upon entering kitchen. He was sure to see a few House Elves, perhaps he could ask them for help, but what he didn’t except was to see you standing in front of the stove with a pot spilt cleanly in half somehow and a fire burning below. And to make matters worst, you were simply standing there as if you had been frozen.

“Hey watch out!” He called out as a flame went up towards you. Pushing you out the way just in time, he managed to save you from the burn in return of him getting burned.

“Fuck.” He hissed out in pain. Gripping his arm as he put out the fire with his wand before dropping it on the ground.

Without a word, you simply grabbed your wand and waved it above his burn. You seemed to be muttering something, a spell of some sort, as a cooling sensation covered his wound. Looking down, he was shocked to see that the burn was actually healing.

“How, how did you.... Thank you.”

“I was practicing a charm, fire control, but thank you for the concern.”

Feeling sheepish for thinking that you didn’t have it under control, he ended up excusing himself from the kitchen to head back to his dorm where his friends immediately pounced on the chance to tease him for a variety of reasons.

- The next day, instead of going to Hogsmeade with his friends, Blaise stayed back at the castle to catch up on a paper he had failed to submit on time. Deciding on going to the library, sh was disappointed to see that almost all of the tables were taken. All but one in the far back corner. Quickly heading towards it, a sigh left his lips as someone dropping their book bag into the table beat him to the table: you.

“Oh did you need the table? I can leave if you’d like?”“ You said upon noticing him standing in front of the table.

“No, no it’s alright I just uh, planned on finishing a paper for Flitwick’s class.” He admitted.

“You can have a seat if you’d like, I’ll just be doing my own work and you can do yours.” You kindly offered and Blaise gladly accepted. He really need to finish this paper or else he’s be kicked off the Quidditch team so while he didn’t get the complete privacy he originally wanted, he’s fine with this.

As the two of you worked in quiet, occasionally Blaise would sneak glances your way which you ended up catching once.

“Hi.” was all you managed to muster out as you tried to contain the wide smile that wanted yo grow on your face.

Trying his best to not chuckle at your slightly flustered state, he mirrored your smile as he replied with a “Hello.”

[bobasheebaby]

Grey’s Anatomy Prompts

I’m going a tad stir crazy, so I decided to make a prompt list of 80 Grey’s quotes I love. This may have been done before but I don’t care. It’s mostly angsty prompts and it’s long as hell. (Break at 15)

1 “When I met you, I thought I had found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done. So all the boys, and all the bars, and all the obvious daddy issues, who cared? Because I was done. You left me. You chose Addison. I’m all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.” —Meredith Grey

2 “Don’t let what he wants eclipse what you need. He’s very dreamy, but he is not the sun—you are.” —Cristina Yang

3 “Your choice, it’s simple: her or me? And I’m sure she’s really great. But I love you. In a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.” —Meredith Grey

4 “If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you’re scared that it’s not the right thing. Even if you’re scared that it’ll cause problems. Even if you’re scared that it will burn your life to the ground, you say it, and you say it loud and you go from there.” —Mark Sloan

5 “It always feels like there is just one person in this world to love. And then you find somebody else, and it just seems crazy that you were ever worried in the first place.” —Lexie Grey

6 “Don’t let fear keep you quiet. You have a voice, so use it. Speak up. Raise your hands. Shout your answers. Make yourself heard. Whatever it takes, just find your voice, and when you do, fill the damn silence.” —Meredith Grey

7 “Not everyone has to be happy all the time. That isn’t metal health. That’s crap.” —Meredith Grey

8 “Breakthroughs don’t happen because of the medicine. Real breakthroughs happen because someone is scared to death to stop trying.” —Derek Shepherd

9 “We don’t get unlimited chances to have the things that we want, and this I know. Nothing is worse than missing an opportunity that could have changed your life.” —Addison Montgomery

10 “And if you can't do it, if you aren't willing to keep looking for light in the darkest of places without stopping, even when it seems impossible, you will never succeed.” —Amelia Shepard

11 “Oh screw beautiful! I’m brilliant! If you want to appease me, compliment my brain.” — Christina Yang

12 “You were like coming up for fresh air. It's like I was drowning and you saved me.” — Derek Shepard

13 “The only time I don't feel like a ghost is when you look at me, because when you look at me, you see me. You see me. This is me.” — Owen Hunt

14 “It's good to be scared. It means you still have something to lose.” — Richard Webber

15 “You are my person. You will always be my person.” — Christina Yang

16 “It doesn't matter how tough we are. Trauma always leaves a scar. It follows us home, it changes our lives. Trauma messes everybody up. But maybe that's the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap. Maybe going through all that is what keeps us moving forward. It's what pushes us. Maybe we have to get a little messed up, before we can step up.” — Alex Karev

17 “Please, don't chase me anymore, unless you're ready to catch me.” — Callie Torres

18 “Change … we don’t like it, we fear it. But we can’t stop it from coming. We either adapt to change, or we get left behind. It hurts to grow. Anybody who tells you it doesn’t, is lying. But here’s the truth: Sometimes, the more things change, the more they stay the same. And sometimes, oh, sometimes, change is good. Sometimes, change is … everything.” — Meredith Grey

19 “Intimacy is a four letter syllable for- here’s my heart and soul, please grind them into a hamburger and enjoy. It’s both desired and feared. Difficult to live with, impossible to live without” -Meredith Grey

20 “You can have the worst crap in the world happen to you and you can get over it. All you gotta do is survive.” -Alex Karev

21 Walk tall. All you can do is be brave enough to get out there. You fought. You loved. You Lost. Walk tall.” -Mark Sloan

22 "Just because people do horrible things, it doesn't always mean they're horrible people."-Izzie Stevens

23 "I am woman. Hear me roar." - Miranda Bailey

24 "I love everything about you. Even the things I don't like, I love. And I want you with me. I love you and I think you love me too. Do you?" -Jackson Avery

25 “If you want crappy things to stop happening to you, stop accepting crap and demand something more.” -Cristina Yang

26 “You didn't love her! You just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was good for your ego. Or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn't love her, because you don't destroy the person that you love!” - Callie Torres

27 I am not an ugly duckling. I'm a swan."-April Kepner

28 “Okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, her or me, and I'm sure she is really great. But Derek, I love you, in a really, really big 'pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window', unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.” - Meredith Grey

29 “I’ve had to give up things but what I’ve learned is that I don’t need much. I don’t need much to be happy.” -Arizona Robbins

30 “I need the day off. For drinking.” -Addison Montgomery

31 "It turns out sometimes you have to do the wrong thing. Sometimes you have to make a big mistake to figure out how to make things right. Mistakes are painful, but they're the only way to find out who we really are." -Denny Duquette

32 “In the beginning everyone is there, but then they forget.” - Amelia Shepherd

33 "Knowing is better than wondering. Waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beats the hell out of never trying." -Meredith Grey

34 “You have to go back to the beginning to understand the end.” -Teddy Altman

35 “Yeah we’re friends…I mean right now I’d probably say you’re one of my best friends.”-George O’Malley

36 “I’m just gonna feel bad that I made it so you can never love again” -Jo Wilson

37 "The future is the home of our deepest fears and our wildest hopes." -Owen Hunt

38 “There’s a land called passive agressiva, and you’re their queen” -Derek Shepherd

39 “Let’s play a game of whose life sucks the most. I’ll win. I always win.” -Meredith Grey

40 “I take things personally. I get emotional.” -Lexie Grey

41 “Stop looking at my like that. Like you’ve seen me naked” -Meredith Grey

42 “Pretty good is not good enough, I want to be great.” -Cristina Yang

43 "Don't let fear keep you quiet. You have a voice so use it. Speak up. Raise your hands. Shout your answers. Make yourself heard. Whatever it takes, just find your voice, and when you do, fill the damn silence." - Meredith Grey

44 “Let’s just make-out on the couch.” -Nathan Riggs

45 "Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop." -Meredith Grey

46 “Deal with your jealousy. Deal with your shortcomings. Don’t put your crap on me.” -Stephanie Edwards

47 "I know I'm not a lot of things that you've gone for in the past - I know, but I would never leave you. I would never hurt you. And I will never stop loving you.." -George O’Malley

48 “Sometimes you have to be a shark.” -Lucy Fields

49 “Don’t look at me like that. Like I’m damaged goods. I’m still me. I’m still here.” -Adele Webber

50 "More tequila. More love. More anything. More is better." -Meredith Grey

51 "More tequila. More love. More anything. More is better." -Meredith Grey

52 "For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can't get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. You can't cheat your first kiss. Trust me, you don't want to. Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it's everything." -Alex Karev

53 "You can't be an ass to me all day and then expect me to give you respect." - Lexie Grey

54 “Some days, the whole world seems upside down. And then somehow, and probably, when you least expect it, the world gets right again.” -Meredith Grey

55 “Shut up. Dance it out.” -Cristina Yang

56 “We may only be together five minutes every two months, but when we do we will savor every second. We know how valuable those five minutes are.” -Ben Warren

57 “There comes a point when you have to suck it up and stop whining and start living” -Callie Torres

58 “Please don’t give up on me. Promise. Promise me you won’t.” -Arizona Robbins

59 “Bad things happen, but you have to move past it. Leave it behind. The sooner, the better. Or it’ll eat away at you and stop you from moving forward.” -Miranda Bailey

60 “This is the way the world changes. Good people, raising babies right” -Catherine Avery

61 “The problem is we are human. We want more than to just survive. We want to love.” -Lexie Grey

62 "There's a club. The Dead Dads/Moms/Parents Club. And you can't be in it until you're in it. You can try to understand, you can sympathize. But until you feel that loss... My dad/mom/parent’s died when I was AGE. NAME, I'm really sorry you had to join the club." -Cristina Yang

63 “I’m going to die because these people aren’t properly trained” -Derek Shepherd

64 “I believe if you were dead, the world would be a better place” -George O’Malley

65 “You think you broke me, NAME? You’re the one who put me back together.” -Mark Sloan

66 “I want so much for you. For both of us. So much more than this. More than being stuck with someone who feels stuck. I want you to feel free.” -Callie Torres

67 “Every kiss before the right kiss doesn’t count anyway” -Derek Shepherd

68 “The expected is what keeps us steady. It’s the unexpected that changes our lives forever.” -Meredith Grey

69 “Promise that you’ll love me, even when you hate me.” -Meredith Grey

70 "The problem is, fairytales don't come true. It's the nightmares that always seem to become the reality." -Meredith Grey

71 “How are you fine? How are you just completely fine? I am ruined, okay? I am dead, I am wrecked." -Cristina Yang

72 “I didn’t like teenage girls when I was a teenage girl.” -Cristina Yang

73 “So you fight. Until you can’t fight anymore.” -Amelia Shepherd

74 “Don’t analyze everything. Just do it.” -Alex Karev

75 “Some lies aren’t lies. They’re love.” -Meredith Grey

76 “That’s where love exists, in delusional fantasies.” -Meredith Grey

77 "Friends are the family we choose." -Meredith Grey

78 "Don't ever date a man who can't handle your power." - Meredith Grey

79 "It’s not hard. It’s painful but it’s not hard. You know what to do already. If you didn’t you wouldn’t be in this much pain." —Miranda Bailey

80 “You’re my heaven. But maybe ... maybe I’m your hell.” — Denny Dequette

[lousimusician]

Oblivious

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter had fallen hopelessly in love with you, but you were to oblivious to realize it

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Peter Parker had a problem.  

A big problem.

Somehow amongst all the craziness of becoming Spider-Man and the insane events that took place during homecoming. Peter had fallen crazy in love with his best friend.

He didn't know how it happened. He was so busy with being Spider-Man and when he wasn't he was doing homework or daydreaming about Liz. But once she had moved away and his duties as Spider-Man had calmed down he found himself hopelessly in love with you.

But he couldn't do anything about it.

Because you were his best friend.

And he didn't need to be a mind reader to know you only saw him as a friend and nothing more because of a little problem named...

"Jason," you sighed dreamily. Which recieved an eyeroll from MJ, who sat across from you at lunch. "I think he's probably the smartest and handsomest guy I've ever met."

"I don't think he's that great." Peter muttered.

"Oh please, you've been saying that for like months now." You rolled your eyes, "I supported your crush on Liz remember." You said poking him in the side.

Peter flinched and lightly pushed your hand away, "Yeah, I remember." He grumbled.

"Someone's grumpy. C'mon lighten up, you're my best friend, your opinion matters."

Peter felt a stab at the word friend, and struggled to put a smile on his face. Ned, knowing about his crush on you, noticed his discomfort and tried to pull your attention away from him.

"I thought I was your best friend." Ned asked 'offended'.

You laughed, "You and MJ are my best friends too, but Peter's basically family at this point." 

Ouch. You just confirmed his worst nightmare. He had actually passed the friend zone.

Your words even caused MJ (Who obviously knew too) to glance at Peter to catch his reaction. 

Peter put on a fake smile that he had learned to perfect after months of practicing and said, "You're right, sorry, you and Jason would be g-great together."

Peter's heart skipped a beat at the wide smile on your face, "Good because I've got some news." Peter noticed a blush rise to your cheeks. "Jason actually asked me out and we're going on a date next week."

"What!?" Peter practically yelled, causing a few people to glance back at your table.

"Whoa, calm down Pete." You looked at him in surprise, "Are you okay?"

"Ye-Yeah, I'm great, c-couldn't be better. So you're going out with Jason now. Everythings great, y-you're dating, g-great- and I, it's getting hot in here-I'm just- I think I'm gonna go now." Peter quickly rushed out of the cafeteria after grabbing his things.

"Oookay, that was like really weird, right?" You asked Ned and MJ.

"That kid is the definition of weird." MJ replied.

"I think I'm gonna go after him, I'll see you guys later." Ned rushed out following after Peter.

MJ put her bookmark in her book before closing it, "I'm gonna go too, I need to talk to Mr. Harrington. And by the way, you're the definition of oblivious." She said strolling out of lunch.

'Okay... what?'

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Peter had ran out of the cafeteria and into the bathroom which was thankfully empty. A few minutes later though, the door had opened and Ned walked in.

"Hey man, are you okay?" Ned asked as he looked at Peter who was leaning against the bathroom wall.

"No... It's just- why did it have to be Jason? I can't believe I thought that she might've liked me back, even if it was just a little bit."

"She still could, before you started liking her you just thought about her as a friend."

"Yeah, but she thinks of me as family, Ned."

"Maybe you should tell her how you feel."

"What! No, of course no-" Peter was cut off by the bell. "I'm just gonna go to class." Peter mumbled and walked out the door.

The day continued on but Peter was actively avoiding you and it was really starting to piss you off. You knew something was clearly wrong and it annoyed you that he wasn't saying what it was. One of the points of having friends is to be able to tell them why your upset.

You had continued to try to get his attention but once the final bell rang he was no where to be seen. Sighing, you walked home and texted him. 

Then you texted him again.

And again.

But still no response.

It was now 6:00 as you stared down at your phone, you had left 22 messages for Peter and he left you on read.

That was your breaking point. You grabbed your coat and left your apartment and headed towards his. After the 15 minute walk you finally reached his place and knocked on Peter's door, anxiously waiting for it to open. It was then swung open by Peter himself but once he saw you he went to close it, but you shoved your foot between the door and the door frame.

"No, let me talk to you Peter."

A pained expression crossed Peter's face, "...Fine." He opened the door wider allowing you to get through.

You walked in and shut the door behind you, "Okay, what's your problem. You've been acting weird for months now and you were completely insane today. Why have you been avoiding me?"

Peter contemplated on how to answer the question, before he just shrugged, walking away to sit on the couch. 

You followed after and stood in front of him,  "Peter that's not an answer, seriously, you're my best friend just tell me what's wrong."

Peter bit his lip, "...I just... You don't understand."

"Yes, so help me understand. Ever since Liz moved you started following me like a lost puppy so I just thought it was because you were sad or something, and of course I didn't mind so I just let it happen. But then you started getting impatient and annoyed with me everytime I.." You furrowed your eyebrows, beginning to make sense of everything. "Everytime I talked about Jason..." You slowed down, the pieces finally falling into place. "And then...today you freaked out after I told you about my date...Peter?" You looked up and found him staring at you with puppy eyes, silently begging for you to figure it out. "Do you..Do you l-like me?" You sat down on the couch in disbelief. He averted his gaze and stared down at his hands. His silence confirmed everything. "Oh Pete."

Peter inwardly cringed at the pity in your voice and felt his eyes beginning to water. He sniffled and you felt your heart breaking at the sight. You moved closer to him, "Peter, I love you so so much, but... w-we're fri-"

Peter shook his head, "Please don't say that word. I'm- I'm tired of hearing that word over and over again" Peter's voice cracked as the tears began to blur his vision. "I-I love being your friend and I still want us to be friends, b-but I h-hate being reminded that we c-can never be anything m-more."

You tentatively put your hand on his shoulder and felt him relax very slightly. All he wanted to do was cry with his best friend but what do you do when you're crying because of your best friend. You felt your own tears beginning to build and you put your arm around him. He finally broke and pulled you closer, he buried his face in the crook of your neck and you felt his hot tears on your skin as he sobbed. You ran your fingers in his hair, attempting to calm him down. You started crying with him.

He knew that you had just rejected him but it still felt so right to be with you. Peter hated it. He hated how much he cared and loved you right now. Of course the hate and pain would fade, but right now he just wanted to wallow in it.

"I-it's not f-fair." Peter croaked.

"I know Peter, I know." 

But did you? Did you understand the pain of falling in love with your best friend, knowing they'd never feel the same. He would continue to see you and hang out with you and share the same inside jokes you've both been telling since you were in middle school.

Peter cried while you held him, eventually you both laid down and he fell asleep. Nothing mattered anymore except for Peter. Jason and your date next week stopped to matter all together. You've seen Peter upset before, but you were always able to make him feel better. But now, you didn't know how to fix this.

Your head was resting on a pillow that was against the arm of the couch and you began thinking about all the obvious signs that Peter liked you as you played with his hair. Of course he liked you all the stares you caught, all the times where he sat next to you instead of Ned or MJ, his blushing face and stuttering words. He was head over heels and you couldn't get it through your thick skull.

You really were the definition of oblivious.

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Because I'm a baby when it comes to angst, there will be a second part.

[northelypark]

For the ask #22 and Amelia and Clive (as much as I hate to admit I can't help thinking they'd make a nice couple ;P)

I once read somewhere that chess is a fairy-tale of 1,001 blunders. One of those droll aphorisms you don’t think much of until you find yourself in the exact situation implied and all that pithy cleverness comes back to haunt you. 

Was it really only 1,001? I felt as if I had blundered my way quite past that number. Perhaps against an ordinary player my mistakes wouldn’t have seemed so pronounced, but against someone who knew how to exploit them they stood out like blood spots on snow, easily seen, easily counted, a trail leading back to my mangled ego. A ghastly metaphor, but with that expression she couldn’t be out for anything less than blood. 

“Checkmate.”

She practically owned the word for as little as I ever got to say it, but I wasn’t the type to sulk. Not when I still had a chance at winning a verbal sparring match.

“What a surprise,” I said in a voice that suggested I was suppressing a yawn, “You know, I beginning to think you might cheat.”

“Cheat?”

Amelia’s satisfied smile at having won for the umpteenth time bent into a fierce frown. “How would I cheat?”

I smirked.

“I don’t know. Maybe you turned the board round when I wasn’t looking?”

“Turned the board? Really, Clive.  As if I’d want your five poorly positioned pawns instead of all mine. Not to mention I think you’d notice if all your pieces suddenly turned white.”

I laughed dryly. No one could utterly murder a joke with straight-laced logic like she could. 

“Poorly positioned pawns? Is that supposed to be a tongue twister?”She looked ready to slap me and I wondered if I’d gone too far, when her expression suddenly softened to a small smile.

“It can’t be good for you,” she said, fingering one of her plaits. With those ribbons in her hair she looked rather delicate, but I had long since learned that when it came to any sort of mental challenge she was made of steel.

“What?”

“To lose all the time. Granddad says it creates a mental block. So why don’t we play something you’re good at for a change? I feel like I should give you a chance to redeem yourself.”

I chuckled.

“How generous. And what if I’m not good at anything?”

“Er…but don’t you like playing cards?

It was true. I played often with Cogg and Shipley at home and I seemed to have developed a knack for it.

“I don’t think they’d appreciate us playing poker or blackjack in the library.”

“I don’t know how to play either of those, anyway. Something simpler?”

“Hmm.” I thought a moment. It would be a bit of payback if I could win at something less cerebral, perhaps something that required a different kind of skill. My mind immediately alighted on a slightly ridiculous party game that could still be managed with only two people, “How about Spoons?”

“Spoons?”

“It’s simple, really.” I said, taking out the deck of cards I’d started carrying with me (I was currently working on a code using the deck, a way for the four of us to communicate in secret, but I hadn’t gotten very far).

“All players are dealt four cards at the start. The dealer continues to pass cards from the rest of the deck during the round. The goal is to get four of a kind. Once you do you, you grab one of the spoons set in the middle of the table,” I paused, “That is, unless you see someone else going for one first. Then, even if you don’t have four of a kind you can try and grab one. Since there’s only two of us we’ll only use one spoon. The person who grabs it first wins.”

“We haven’t any spoons, though,” Amelia said.

“We can use a pencil,” I replied, “Do you want to try it?”

She appeared to think a moment.

“Alright. Let’s give it a go.”

She put away the chessboard and set a pencil in the middle of the table while I shuffled the cards. 

“Ready?” I said after I’d dealt.

“Ready.”

I flipped over the first card in the deck, glanced at it, and passed it on to her from across the table.  Before she had even turned it over, I’d passed another and another until finally I had four eights in my hand. I snatched up the pencil.

Amelia looked up, blinking from sorting through an enormous pile of cards.

“What?”

“I won.”

“Already?”

“It’s quite fast-paced.”

She frowned.

“You dealt. You got to see all the cards first. It was an unfair advantage.”

“I hardly agree, but I’ll let you deal this time if you’d like.”

“Alright.”

I shuffled, she dealt. Several minutes later her hand shot out for the pencil, but I got it first.

“Maybe you should stick to chess.” I said, jokingly, “I’m not sure if your reflexes are quick enough.

“Deal again.” she said, pushing her cards over to me.

Her expression had hardened. I knew that look. She was going to get this or die trying. And here I had thought her competitiveness extended only to chess.

As I began to pass cards to her this time, I noticed her eyes weren’t on her hand for more then a second. She had decided to switch strategies and was simply waiting for me to reach for the pencil so she could snatch it first. 

Deciding to try a little bluff, I suddenly jerked towards the pencil as if I was about to grab it.

Eyes flashing wide, Amelia lunged forward in her chair. With one hand, she knocked my own out of the way and with the other reached for the pencil, which was now rolling towards the edge of the round table.

“Wait–”

“I’ve got it!”

Amelia dove for the pencil across the table just as it dropped off the edge. She probably would have tumbled after it, if I hadn’t caught her waist in a flurry of cards, her arms instinctively wrapping around my neck.

For a moment we balanced precariously on our chairs over the table top, breathless. She was so close I could feel her heart thumping which, for some reason, only made mine beat faster.

“Well, that was close,” I managed.

Amelia loosened one of her arms and pulled back a bit so we were looking at one another with only a finger-span between us. Her cheeks were flushed and her blond hair was in her eyes with the sun glancing off of it and she was wearing that rather serious, determined expression with her brow knit that would have looked severe on anyone else but looked rather lovely on her.

“Clive?”

“W-what?”

I felt like someone had tossed me in an oven. It was impossible to breath and my face was hardening bread dough and there was some sort of silent scream roaring in my head that threatened to split my skull.

Then Amelia held up the pencil she had somehow managed to catch right in front of my face and smiled a triumphant battle-worn smile.

 "I win.”

[etoilesdephan]

Ubi sunt qui ante nos fuerunt? (Chapter 22: Paulatim ergo centre)

A/N: So I just wanted to say that the next chapter is going to be the last chapter of this series and I hope that you will enjoy the ending when it comes next week :') Thank you for sticking with this till nearly the very end already <3

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Trigger warning: Some panic/anxiety, nightmares and self-harm

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“N-no--”

Shifting and muttering were the first to resonate to Dan through the sleep and in the drowsiness of it all, he almost assumed that it was just some weird lucid dream at first. Instead, unfortunately, he knew better already, and he forced himself to wake up, though his brain was struggling against it, still not prepared for the transition from sleep to being awake.

“P-please--” The muttering continued, desperate and so slurred that it barely made sense. It was only the fact that Dan was so close that allowed him to make sense of the words.

Suddenly, the whole bed shook when Phil began to toss, more restlessness in every movement, the hands gripping at the shirt, crumpling and pulling at it while beads of sweat were forming on the pale forehead, the freshly redone fringe plastered to it.

“H-hey,” Dan's voice, hoarse from sleep still, cracked trying to speak. He extended his arms, attempting to push himself upwards, only to clumsily fall with his face against the pillow when he failed to find balance fast enough. His blanket was wrapped around his tightly like a cocoon, too, restricting his movement, and he fell like a log.

It was tiredness that pulled at his eyelids, many nights interrupted by either of their horrors, that made him want to give up. Instead he knew that he wouldn't sleep calmly until Phil did too, though a lot of anxiety was caused by the awake body when it lied too close. A lot of wounds were fresh still and he knew that he'd have to push through by force, if necessary.

“Phil, come on, wake up,” He finally found himself sat upwards, reaching out to shake Phil awake, to try and pull the other man out of the nightmares again.

“Get off me!” The yell was louder than anything Dan had experienced till then, and suddenly he felt himself shoved backwards. The impact was strong enough that he slipped off the edge of the bed, too tangled in the blanket and too sleepy to catch himself before it was too late. His lips formed a swear when his tailbone connected with the bedroom floor and the feeling sent a jolt throughout the length of his back. The pain caused stars to spring out into his vision and it took a moment to blink them away.

All the while he could hear incoherent murmuring - at first more frantic, only to slowly cease into silence filled only with heavy breathing.

Dan stayed sat on the floor, trying to blink away the remaining dancing whiteness in his vision. A ghost of pain expanded from his back, a memory landing one punch after the other, and his skin burned where Phil's hands had pushed against Dan's side and arm.

He tried and tried to push the feeling away, to remind himself that it was not bound to happen again.

Stanley was in high security by now; Dan's testimony in the court had been enough to ensure it.

But it still haunted him. Not only from within but from the outside now too, where far too many familiar faces were present to hear him pronounce the words shakily, explaining what had happened, what could have happened. There were glances sent his way when they thought that he couldn't see, full of pity, and words vary of potentially coming close to reminding Dan of what had happened.

He hated it. They made things worse than they had been already, though he never imagined that anything could, still.

“Dan?” A faint, filled with the remaining bit of frantic, voice called out for him and slowly he was drawn back to the reality and he could finally see the silhouette of Phil, sat up and looking around in search of Dan.

“Right here,” Finally disentangling from the blanket, Dan pulled himself up and it was without looking that he knew that there were eyes on him. He hated the feeling of being observed silently, like if one needed to think hard and long about what was safe to say. And it made him even more uncomfortable when vulnerable out of sleepiness.

He tried to fight the feeling away and wrapped the blanket tightly around his shoulders as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. He tried to make sure that Phil knew that Dan was here and that he was willing to take on and help with whatever the other was bearing.

Because through it all, Phil had made him feel safer, even through all the nightly terrors and the daily reminders of how not fine they both were.

“You know that he won't be coming back again,” Dan murmured gently, watching how Phil rubbed at his face with the hem of the sweat-soaked shirt, a bit too vigorously but it wasn't frantic and that was better than some nights.

“I know,” There was a rough, teary quality about Phil's voice when he responded, and the lack of belief was too evident. Dan just reached out with his hand to touch Phil's arm lightly, an attempt to reassure the older man, and an attempt to feel that warmth and familiar softness beneath his fingertips to reassure himself, too.

It felt like their peace was a single fragile entity, and every time it was mended, it was for them both rather than for one at a time.

Gingerly, Phil began to move again, stripping the soaked piece of clothing off and tossing where the laundry basket was overflowing already.

“Shower?” It was like a routine by now, but he still narrated through it in a familiar manner, where Phil would merely nod and ask for what time it is.

It was 3:29am.

It didn't really matter to either of them.

I was as if a mere formality to understand where they stood in time.

The water was running.

Dan stirred two cups of tea, the steam curling up in the air slowly, the pattern of the night too familiar for Dan to even care to try and create images in the rising curls anymore. The blanket still secured around him and dragging uncomfortably on the floor, he made the two small trips to bring the cups to the table, and sat down.

The water kept on running.

And it kept going.

The steam disappeared from the surface of the two drinks and only when Dan took an absentminded sip did he realise that his drink had gone lukewarm.

And that the water in the shower was still going, endless like the numbness Dan's mind had fallen into.

“Phil?” The blanket slipping off his shoulders as he rose up, Dan tentatively knocked on the bathroom door.

Instead of an answer there was just a small, broken sound.

Prompted by his gut, Dan didn't question again, instead pushing the door open, thankful that there was no lock to it. The whole room was so warm, so humid with the hot steam rolling from the shower.

“Oh Phil,” Dan's heart broke a little more when he noted the tall man curled up in the corner of the shower. He turned off the water, unconcerned by how his long-sleeved shirt was getting splattered with water droplets, and without the water blocking the way anymore, he stepped inside the shower cabin, kneeling next to where Phil was sat.

“Come now,” He tried to pull him up but Phil didn't comply, instead curling up a little bit more, the water droplets running down his face in reminisce of tears but they both knew that they had exhausted theirs “Phil, come on, you'll get sick.”

“I'm so scared,” The whisper was low, but Dan caught it anyways. It made him ache more.

They had confined in one another for years yet it was so rare to hear this sort of defeat. It was like the world had finally won, the wrath of the universe infinitely more powerful than either of them could ever dream of being.

“He's gone, you made sure that he's locked away,” Dan promised, reaching out to wrap his arm around Phil's shoulders though the moisture soaked through the fabric of his clothing, making him shiver slightly.

“I know,” Almost like in a deja vu the answer followed, but the air was heavy with the unsaid.

“What then?” Dan gently prompted, his head swimming a little with the tiredness, making the words even more exhausted on his lips.

“I'm...” Phil trailed off and wrapped his arms around his knees a little tighter as goosebumps appeared on the pale limbs, making Dan want to draw him in closer. And he did. Despite the feeling, Dan slowly leaned against the wet wall and sat onto the floor, and though his pajamas were ruined for the night, it was one of the unimportant things in the night.

Seated side by side, they breathed the steamy air, the heat exchanged by the cold rolling in through the door that Dan had left open. Finally, Phil took the invitation of the arm around his shoulders and leaned into Dan's side, releasing a shaky breath as he did so “I'm afraid to fall asleep,” Dan felt the shiver that ran through the entirety of Phil's body at that and he drew him in closer, rubbing his hand over the other man's arm in an attempt to soothe and to keep him warm.

“I can't…. It feels like….” Phil tried to go on but the words kept failing him. He swallowed, and Dan could hear it, leaning in to kiss the wet mop of hair encouragingly “That nothingness….. Dan, it's so terrifying...”

“You're not going anywhere,” Dan assured and squeezed Phil a little bit to emphasise it “You're alive and healthy. I'm not letting anything hurt you again, to take you away,” And though both knew that it was only the temporary and the mortality would catch up on them eventually, there was some comfort in those words.

Differences happened, but leaving them unsolved was what had turned their lives into this mess. Now they knew better, how it was to live, how they were supposed to do it right.

If only they weren't the way they were now.

“Come on, you'll catch a cold like this,” Finally Dan pulled them both up and lead Phil out of the shower cabin, grabbing one of the fluffy towels as he began to dry Phil's hair gently. The other man swayed a little, the tiredness beginning to catch up on both gradually, but he allowed Dan to finish dabbing at his skin until he was dry enough.

A fresh dry towel wrapped around Phil, Dan sent him back to the bedroom, watching as the older man complied with his head nodding a little too much in the agreement “I'll come soon,” Dan promised when Phil paused in the doorway and looked up questioningly “I promise.”

He watched as Phil disappeared before he pulled at his wet shirt, peeling the fabric off his body and dropping it on the drying rack carelessly. He was about to do the same with the bottoms when he heard the soft gasp behind him.

“Phil, what--” Instinctively Dan tried to bring his hands up to cover his chest and arms though he had once grown so comfortable being shirtless around Phil.

Now he had something that he was ashamed of again.

“I forgot my bottoms,” A hand was motioned in the direction of where the pair of pajama bottoms had been left. Dan only gave Phil a small nod to that, unsure of what to do, for his shame was already out in the open like it hadn't been before yet. Hands wound around his torso, barely doing anything to cover the angry lines and the dotted irritation of skin that was still healing from all the scratching.

He hated them, willed his hands to stop, but there had been some release in pushing through the first discomfort, and allowing the redness bloom beneath his skin till it reached a bruise-like quality. It made him feel calmer though his heart would continue to race, but the tingling sensation and the pinch of pain felt like they justified it better than any of the anxious dreams and thoughts ever could.

“N-no,” He muttered, voice wavering, when Phil inched closer, and suddenly he felt more vulnerable than ever. It wasn't a fearful vulnerability and more that full of shame and he tried to step away when Phil began to crowd his space. He wanted to turn his back, but he couldn't and instead he hunched more, trying to hide away by curling in on himself.

A light caress of fingers trailed the lines on Dan's shoulder and his breath got caught in his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the water-wrinkled fingertips continue their trailing across his skin almost as if begging for forgiveness. They touched the shoulders, the arms, the sides with the utmost gentleness and with every loving caress Dan felt more and more guilty that he'd caused them.

He knew that these scratches were of his own doing and that he had to stop, and yet he couldn't help but to feel like they belonged there and new ones had to crowd his skin as soon as the others would begin to fade.

The touch to his chin made his whole flesh burn with fire and he tried hard to not flinch away from it. Eyes snapped open, his heart rate increased, and his nails lightly bit into the bare skin again almost as if he was clinging on the edge of a cliff.

But it was peaceful, strangely.

Lips found his forehead and his eyes fell shut for a moment again before he reopened them when he felt Phil's forehead press against Dan's after the lips had gone away. Blue eyes were full of distress and they were so, so tired, the usual joyful play of the different hues in the irises - faded. Their noses touched lightly as they stood there, not speaking for a while, but it wasn't speech that they needed now, and both knew.

Tentatively Dan leaned in and brushed his lips over Phil's. There was fear in that little movement and their eyes remained open, speaking silently in tides of push and pull of emotions they were struggling with, the questions left unspoken yet were answered just as mutely.

When they pulled away, he soon leaned in again, allowing himself to relax a little more, to let his body melt a little more into the kiss as the two mouths moved warmly against each other.

Warm. That was all it remained, the heat controlled within their hearts and it was before long that they pulled apart, still standing there with Phil's hand against the side of Dan's neck and Dan's arms wrapped around himself still.

But they were close. Closer than for a while, the bare skin of their chests radiating heat in the close proximity, strong enough that one could almost cut it, if they tried hard enough.

“We need help,” Unwillingly, the words found their way to his slightly reddened lips where he could still taste Phil's own “We really need help.”

”I know,” Phil's breath ghosted his mouth, tempting Dan to lean in again and breathe it in the same way long nights had allowed him before. He found it hard to push himself though, as though he craved the feeling, he was also afraid of it and could feel it in the slight quiver of Phil's breaths, too.

It was like they were stuck in that limbo between knowing that their abusers had been locked away for good and knowing that for now they were locked with them still. It was like the marks on their body were more permanent and deeper than the scars, and it was too far gone for them to fix it.

Yet neither wanted to go down and give up.

Not yet.

Not when they had the chance to fight for resurfacing.

Together.

[bobasheebaby]

100 Roseanne Prompts

I usually try to stick to quotes that can work for everyone but some of these were too good to skip. Break at 15 like always. Request a show

1 “Hey, all our lives suck.” — Roseanne

2 “Here's why you can't trust your kids 'cause they're stupid. That's why we don't give 'em cars or booze.” — Roseanne

3 “Etsy is like a yard sale except online because nobody can afford a yard anymore.” — Darlene

4 “All of your relatives died from alcoholism. The ones that didn't drink were killed by the ones who did.” — Roseanne

5 “Did all of your children's deliveries go according to your birth plan?” “Um, they found their way out, if that's what you mean.” — Andrea & Roseanne

6 “You gotta pick your fights in life.” — Roseanne

7 “Okay, he doesn't have to wear pants, but he's gotta wear underwear.” — Dan

8 “It is not my fault that I just happen to be a charismatic person who's always right about everything.” — Roseanne

9 “Why are you picking on me? What, did I take the last doughnut, or something?” — Darlene

10 [Person B is embarrassed after walking in on Person C nursing her baby] “Oh, now, NAME. It's not like you've never seen breasts before.” “NAME’s my friend. As far as I'm concerned, she has no breasts... It works for me, okay?” — Roseanne & Dan

11 “The car has heated seats? Thank God, I thought I was going through the change.” — Roseanne

12 [stoned and laying the bathtub] “Is this the sink? Am I shrinking?” — Jackie

13 “In this house, I'm in charge and father knows squat.” — Roseanne

14 “What's up? I smell fear. I love that smell! But what's up?” — Roseanne

15 “Do you have anything sharp I can stick in my eye?” — Dan

16 “You are really, really gettin' on my nerves today, man! I mean more than usual!” — Dan

17 “Well, you think you can stop me from seeing NAME, huh?” “I think I can stop you from seeing tomorrow.” — Mark & Dan

18 “You were always trying to push us apart. You were always putting me down!” — Mark Healey

19 “My marriage is not based on me listening!” — Roseanne

20 “Why don't you just kiss my butt?” “Well, haul it on over here, Jumbo!” — Becky & Darlene

21 “You are just evil!” — Jackie

22 “Oh good, go for the guilt. You better take a looong, hard look at yourself, NAME, 'cause if you are this obsessed with my life, there is obviously something missing from yours.” “Just figure that out?” — Jackie & Roseanne

23 “I thought you were just gonna go over there and scare him/her?” “Well, it started out that way.” — Roseanne & Dan

24 “Being your own boss isn't that great of a deal. Last week I sexually harassed myself.” — Dan

25 “Hell, even I don't hate her that much.” — Dan

26 “Oh my gosh, I'm so nervous.” “Just don't shoot any milk out of you nose, and you'll be fine.” — Becky & Roseanne

27 “Please, NAME, I don't want you to help me, I just want you to leave me alone ... Please.” — Darlene

28 “Don’t toy with me, NAME.” — Roseanne

29 “We, have had a fight, and we're not speaking to each other.” “Oh, well, what was the fight about? Maybe I can take a side.” — Roseanne & Jackie

30 “He/She wanted to do something; I didn't feel like it.” “Yeah, well, so what are you going to do?” “Nothing.” “That's what you did last weekend!” “Yeah, well I'm not finished.” — Darlene & Roseanne

31 “No, NAME always was the bad influence.” — Roseanne

32 “Talking - it's like yelling, only not as loud.” — Roseanne

33 “Yeah, but you know what they say, NAME. They say, ah, when you really love something you should, you know, make it go away or get rid of it, or whatever.” — Roseanne

34 “You're acting like a crazed psychopath.” [snorts] “Well the voices in my head disagree.” — Dan & Roseanne

35 [on getting married] “I always thought it was the smartest thing I ever did. You obviously don't agree.” “No, I do agree with you, it was the smartest thing you ever did, but we're talking about me now!” — Dan & Roseanne

36 [Person A and Person B bury the hatchet] “So, I guess we've finally approached the end of Bitch-Fest YEAR.” “Oh what a time we had!” — Roseanne & Darlene

37 “You can't tell NAME what to do. She's a big girl!” [snarls] “Compared to who?” — David & Roseanne

38 “What kind of list is he/she making? Not that it's any of my business.” “A hit list.” — Beverly & Dan

39 [feeling for pulse] “I think he’s/she's dead.” [steps back] “Check again.” “I know how to count to zero.” — Roseanne & Dan

40 “What was the second thing you noticed about me?” — Roseanne

41 “Aw, get off the sympathy wagon, NAME; there were plenty of guys/girls standing in line for you to treat 'em like dirt. I was just the lucky one.” — Dan

42 “You are rotten rotten kids, and I can't even believe I'm related to you two!” — Jackie Harris

43 “You'll just do something stupid that you're going to regret later.” — Roseanne

44 “I'm your husband/wife. That's my right.” — Dan

45 [finds present] “You're not going to open it, are you? It's two days away.” “Yea! Well I need time to practice pretending like I like it.” [pulls something ugly from the box] “Oh man, I should'a opened it a week ago.” — Jackie & Roseanne

46 “Oh, this is going to be soooo great!” — Darlene

47 “What's the catch?” “No catch, can't we do something nice?” “I don't know, you never have.” — Roseanne & Becky

48 “Oh my God. You're kidding me!” — Roseanne

49 “Save your breath, NAME, you're not gonna talk me into dropping this lawsuit.” “Well, maybe I can talk you into begging for your life.” — Fred & Roseanne

50 “I'm way more powerful than any law!” — Roseanne

51 “Well NAME, I guess you're just not the man/woman I thought you were ... and I wasn't too happy with that one!” — Roseanne

52 “We should've known, NAME, men stick together no matter how butt headed their argument is.” — Becky

53 [about Person b and person c’s sex life] “You're kidding? You guys have a night?” “Yes, we have a night. It's not only Wednesday, but it's always Wednesday.” You have a time too?” “Yeah. Twenty minutes, or until he gets a cramp.” “Well, you should make him wait half-an-hour after he eats.” — Jackie & Roseanne

54 “Oh, c'mon. Just because you guys aren't having "Wednesday", doesn't mean he’s/she's out ... "Wednesday-ing" somebody else.” — Jackie

55 “What's the matter with you, boy/girl? Can't keep your pants on?” — Dan

56 “Damn women! Who the hell do they think they are!” “We are sugar and spice, and everything nice. So bite me!” — Dan & Roseanne

57 “Have you met NAME?” — Roseanne

58 “Gee, I'd love to NAME, but I'd rather stay home and drill some screws into my toes.” — Darlene

59 “Remember one thing, NAME, I'm your worst nightmare!” — Jackie

60 “You always say how you want better things for us.” “Ah, yea, but I was talking about me and your Dad. You kids already got it too good.” — Becky & Roseanne

61 “You are a controlling bitch!” — Dan

62 “Boy I'll tell you, I wish I had never m - -“ “What? Say it.” “Nothin'.” “Well that makes two of us.“ — Dan & Roseanne

63 “Ooohhh, we all know what this is about, don't we? You're just jealous because I've made something of myself.” “Yeah, an ass ... And where do you get that hoity-toity accent anyway? You're from PLACE!” — Ronnie & Roseanne

64 “I can't believe that I wasted TIME hating you for something as stupid as a wedding, when there's a very good reason to hate you. You're a bitch!” [gasps] “I'm a bitch? Hah! I bow to the queen of all bitches.” — Roseanne & Ronnie

65 “Look me in the eye and tell me it was an accident. And remember ... I can tell when you're lying.” “It was an accident ... could you tell?” — Roseanne & DJ

66 “I could go for something to eat.” “Yeah? Well, then go.” [motions toward the door] — Arnie & Roseanne

67 “You're going to flunk marriage if you can't pass the oral ... oh my God ...” “We know too much, we know too much.” — Dan & Fred

68 “NAME, where'd you get those jelly beans?” “From the bin at store.” “NAME, I told you, you gotta finish eating them while you're in the store, 'else it's stealing!” — Roseanne & DJ

69 “I never thought I would say this ... I'm too depressed to drink.” — Dan

70 “Let's just cut the crap, okay. You're talking to NAME’s mother here, the mother of all mothers and she is majorly mad.” — Roseanne

71 “NAME, NAME, NAME. I have raised two of the best damn liars in the free world. Don't embarrass yourself.” — Roseanne

72 “This is for the pain.” “Owwww. Make it a double.” — Nurse & Jackie

73 “I hate to see you laying here in pain like this.” “Well actually, ever since he/she gave me that shot, I'm feelin' kinda neat.” — Gary & Jackie

74 “I want someone who will love me and support me no matter what. Just like NAME does for you.” “Are you insane! You know how many years I had to put into NAME? You think he/she came out of a box like that!” — Jackie & Roseanne

75 “What do you think your punishment oughta be?” “What do you mean?” “NAME told me everything.” “That little rat.” “But I told him/her I wasn't going to do anything until I get your side of the story.” “Well first we, wait a minute, uh, uh --“ “You're getting good.” — Roseanne & Becky

76 “I worked it out with NAME, he’s/she's gonna stay here and babysit and I'm gonna go out.” “Why would he/she do that?” “I have dirt on him/her. “ “What kind of dirt?” “Now if I told you, I'd have to stay home.” [person a leaves] — Darlene & Roseanne

77 [Person A is acting like a hunchback] “I brought the baggage master, where do you wish me to put it?” “Just put it anywhere Igor.” “Maybe later you and me.” “We'll see.” You're so kind.” [ kisses hand] — Dan & Roseanne

78 [about child’s behavior] “NAME you did stuff like that when you were NAME’s age right?” “No, the boy's odd.” — Roseanne & Dan

79 [offering to the family] “Hey, I got one more pancake.” “I want French toast!” “Well, you better move to Europe.” — Roseanne & DJ

80 [Person A, angry, grabs keys and leaves the house] “Oh God. This is really bad.” “Yeah, I know.” “Oh no. I mean, this is really bad. I'm parked behind him/her.” — Jackie & Dan

81 “Yeah, I do. And we're not going to put him/her through that again, are we?” — Dan

82 [comes in through the front door] “NAME, you all ready to go?” [whining] “I don't wa-haant to-o-o-o! I feel like a used piece of gum that somebody stuck under the table, just waiting for the excitement of drying up and hitting the floor.” — Jackie & Roseanne

83 “You HAVE to take this job ... you're the only one that applied!” — Marsha

84 [grabs the syrup bottle and comes up behind PERSON B] “Remember me, NAME?” [look of terror] “Not Mrs. Butterworth ... please not Mrs. Butterworth.” “Remember how your brother/sister NAME told you how I came to life at night in the cupboard? Remember how I would chase you around even though I have no legs? Well I'm back and I just want one more sticky kiss!” [PERSON B screams] — Roseanne & Jackie

85 “I hope I see you later, I mean, a lot later.” — Roseanne

86 [after the birth] “I didn't call you any horrible names back there, did I?” “No more than usual.” — Roseanne & Dan

87 [about kid dressed as a lawyer] “That's the scariest costume all night.” — Roseanne

88 [going through the candy bowl] “This is all sugar in here.” “Not true, there're chemicals too.” — David & Roseanne

89 “You should be giving children the stuff their bodies need.” [gets fruit from the kitchen] “What the hell is that?” “Wait a minute, honey, I've seen this before, it's food that doesn't come in a wrapper.” “That's unsanitary.” — David, Roseanne & Dan

90 “Did you see the Great Pumpkin last night?” “No, NAME wore pajamas.” — Jackie & Roseanne

91 [discussing Person C] “She's rude and selfish.” “I know, but, inside she's just a ... scared little girl.” Yeah, and I know what's scaring her, the raging bitch on the outside.” — Dan & Roseanne

92 “I'll be back later to give you your present.” “Why can't I just open it now?” “I haven't bought it yet.” — Jackie & Roseanne

93 “And don't you ever feed my dog!” “If I get drunk enough, I'll fight your dog!” — Roseanne

94 “I really don't think it's wise for anyone in this family to be giving away livers.” — Beverly

95 “Say 'I'm not taking any crap from anyone'.” “I am ...” “Stop! It's not 'I am', it's 'I'm'.” “I'm not taking any... do I have to say the C word?” “Yes you do, NAME, because that's the most important word.” “I'm not taking any crap from anyone.” “That was good but are you serving tea, NAME? Get mad and say it.” [louder] “I'm not taking any crap from anyone!” “Good, now personalize it, make it your own.” [louder] “I'm not taking any damn crap from anyone!” — Roseanne & Doris

96 “Hey, where's my 'My other mug is a shot glass' mug?” — Roseanne

97 “Why are you gettin' so mad at me?” “Because you are making me defend NAME.” — Becky & Roseanne

98 “I am not sexist. I'm much too frightened of women to be sexist.” — David

99 “Get me a beer.” “Get it yourself, slob!” — Mark & Darlene

100 “I can't believe you're jealous over this.” “Why not? It's very typical of me.”