#framing this forever holy shit this is incredible

[triona-tribblescore]

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Lfkfkff LOOK!! LOOK AT THE TALENT OH MY GOD-

DTIYS for @triona-tribblescore Congrats with 2k!!! I really like pirate vibes and your AU gave me this! Looking forward for the next part of your comic~

[mandatory-blog-stop-asking]

ladies and gentlemen and everything in between I come to you an enlightened man, changed from my journey into something different, something more

Legend of the Galactic Heroes is the best show I've ever seen.

I'm floored by the fact this boring show about people talking is literally everything I wanted out of a serious show about politics, war and human nature.

Every single aspect of the show that it set itself out to do was fully explored and integrated into the narrative, every single thing it had to say was weighted, pros and cons exposed, and conclusions demanded that the audience peer-reviewed it based on the available information.

The words Lord of the Rings come to mind as I try to come up with examples of other fictional works that take themselves as seriously, don't go off on the deep end for the sake of drama or shock, and overall open themselves up not as just a fun drama to unwind to, but as works of history, geography and sociology that deserve to be talked about in those terms.

If I had seen this when I was younger the baseline of what I expect from other similar spaceshows would have been increased so high I don't think I would ever really be interested in a lot of other things.

I will take this fucking show with me forever. I will never shut up about it. I will be processing this for months and talking about it for years.

Shit is incredible. A perfect 10/10. Every frame a painting. This is now an Attenborough stan blog. Holy fucking shit how is he so perfect bros.

[hailsatanacab]

@the-witchhunter - this is incredibly disturbing, i love it. fair warning, i took it more in the direction of that oglaf comic (nsfw) where Vlad fully doesn't realise that this is a love shrine, this is a completely normal thing that you do for your arch enemy!

———

“Daniel! I can explain!”

“Oh… my… God...”

“Daniel, really, it’s not what it looks like!”

“Really?” Danny breathes, shocked and honestly kind of fighting down the urge to vomit. The thermos slips from his fingers and clatters to the ground, the sound echoing far too loudly in the enclosed space. “Because it looks like you have a shrine dedicated to my dad in your closet.”

“No, that’s not—it’s more complicated than that, Daniel. You wouldn’t understand.”

“I don’t think I want to understand.”

“Your father is a ridiculous man, Daniel. I hate his stupid face so much. Look at him!”

Vlad turns back to the actual shrine, with actual candles and actual flowers and actual photos of his dad with… Holy crap, did Vlad cut out Mom in each of the photos? What the fuck? 

Wait… Look, Danny tries not to look too closely at the weird things Vlad has hidden around his mansion dedicated to his mom, but he’s fairly sure that the pictures of her he’s cut out (in heart shapes—yeah, Danny’s definitely going to barf) are the ones Vlad’s put in his other weirdo closet shrine that Danny also wishes he’d never seen.

“Why don’t you just have one shrine? Why have—no, you know what, I don’t want to know. I think I’m just gonna leave.”

Yeah, that sounds like the best option. Danny takes a cautious step back, very ready to get back home, bleach his eyeballs and maybe never look at his mom and dad ever again. Or, at least, not until he has successfully blocked this from his mind forever.

He only gets one foot out the door when Vlad lashes out and grabs him. The day just keeps getting better and better, really, doesn’t it? Even as he twists and turns, he can’t get out of Vlad’s ironclad grip and he’s pulled even farther into the closet. 

Panic rises in his throat as Vlad shuts the door—what the fuck is happening? He doesn’t want to be dragged into Vlad’s creepy shrine to his dad, what the fuck? What the fuck!

“I loathe your father, Daniel, I hate him with the very core of my being. Look at him!” 

There’s no goddamn way in hell Danny is looking at any of the pictures, no thank you. He squeezes his eyes shut and wishes he were somewhere, anywhere else, when Vlad jerks his arm forward so he comes nose-to-nose with the largest framed portrait of his dad in the very centre of the table, smiling with his doctorate and a very unfortunate 80s mullet. Dear God, no.

“I hate his smug face! I hate his stupid fashion sense, you have no idea how much I detest that orange jumpsuit of his, how much I want to claw it off him and tear it to shreds! If I have to listen to him say another boneheaded, idiotic, ridiculous thing, I will—I’ll rip his throat out with my teeth! You don't know how long I spend here looking at him, imaging all the ways I'll have him grovelling at my feet. One day, Daniel, I'll have him one day...”

———

The sun was going down when Danny finally managed to escape and find solace in Sam and Tucker. He's not going home. Not yet.

“Danny, are you okay? We were so worried, we couldn’t get hold of you for hours! Where were you?”

“Sam, Tuck… Vlad, he…”

“Holy shit, Danny, you’re shaking, are you alright? What happened, what did he do?”

“I think… I think he wants to fuck my dad.”

[laracrofted]

I LIVE for positivity night, so thank you for hosting one 🥹

First and foremost, I am absolutely in love with Baby, I’m High Octane and am so excited for any future updates! It’s phenomenal and I devour every word you give us!

@hangmansgbaby is my platonic soulmate, the sharer of my brain cell, and my very best friend. We’ve been through some shit together 😅 but I couldn’t be more grateful that we’ve stayed as close as we are! I fell in love with her Always, Darling Jake series over a year ago (what?!) and have continually fallen for every single story she writes! Pucking Finally, a Javy x Nat hockey fic, is incredible and I CANNOT WAIT for yall to get to read Royally Pucked (the Jake x OC!!!! next story). It’s amazing. As is You Burn With Us, a Hunger Games x TGM crossover. I don’t have words for how good all of her writing is, but I can absolutely tell you they deserve all the love and praise in the world! Gbaby, I love you with my whole heart! 💕

@sarahsmi13s is another one of my early days babies! I’m so grateful for her friendship and always being happy to have me bounce ideas off of her! She also has SO MANY incredible series that are underrated. We bonded over my love for her Tell Them series and I absolutely latched onto J&S immediately after. I love you, Vin!

@roosterforme has been such a kind, loving, and supportive friend in the whole time I’ve known her! I’m wholeheartedly obsessed with Adult Education and almost had a heart attack when the queen Bradshaw Baddie™️ wrote a Jake fic! She also went and made me fall in love with a Bradley in Old Habits Die Hard. Beer Boy and Sugar FOR LIFE

@thedroneranger has been a sheer force of positivity through so many things! I’m so thankful that I’ve made a friend in Jay and that she loves GP as much as I do 😂. The To-Do List is one of my all time favorite series and was a huge inspiration for how I structured The Honeyverse! Coffin Cuddler™️ till the end of time

@trickphotography2 has been a supporter for quite a while now and I so enjoy all of our conversations! Her D-Day & Tis The Damn Season series have me in absolute chokehold and I pester the hell out of her regularly for little sneak peaks 😉

@callsigncurse is a new friend and I ADORE her! Snow is such a precious nugget and I’m so happy we found each other. Her Evergreen Falls series is absolute magic and yall should keep an eye out for it 😍

@aviatorobsessed ANDY. My sweet lovey! I live for her comments on my fics AND our conversations. I’m so happy we’ve gotten to be better friends and notifications from you make my heart so happy!

@teacupsandtopgun BETHHHHH. Beth is the best with the most thoughtful comments on everything and is honestly such a sweet soul! I’m fully hooked on Jake & Flick and still come back for more pain because it’s SO DAMN GOOD. Also, Beth’s moodboards are STUNNING and I swoon over them every time.

@seresinhangmanjake holy moly, I am so in love with the Oh, Baby! and The One I Want series she has. Her words paint a stunning scene and I always feel like I’m right in the middle of it!

@ohtobeleah is currently murdering my feelings with Was It Over? It’s so raw and real and emotional and my heart breaks more with every chapter. I also adore I.R.I.S and will forever love her badassery! I’m looking forward to getting to know her better in the new year!

@na-ta-sh-aa I honest to God teared up over your sweet submission and want to frame it!

To my newest friends @dizzybee03 @jynxmirage @shanimallina87 @djs8891 @taytaylala12 @capoteera @hookslove1592 :

I could not imagine writing without yall! Your kind words, screeching at me in reblogs or DMs and overall support make me smile so big that my face hurts! I’m so thankful y’all are always happy to let me bounce ideas off of you and encourage me when I’m struggling. I’m sure I’ve missed a few of my nuggets, but I love them all so much 💕

you've been such an incredible supporter of baby, i'm high octane, and i'm so grateful for your feedback and your kind words. happy new year! 🤍

end of the year positivity night 💌

[swallowtailed]

HELLO. PALISADE 29

HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

the tension. the drama. the acting. the sheer fucking bravado. can we get a round of applause for ali’s work in this downtime!!!!!!!!!

actually, shouts to the entire cast, there was not a minute of that episode that was not incredible. TTRPGS!!!

after the (genuinely gripping) debate about what moves to use, the actual fight between brnine and dahlia ended up being really grounded in a way i loved—no auto-win, no huge move to pull out, just a series of attacks. great tension.

speaking of tension, this episode felt like the real refresh after the stellar combustor arc. one big victory, a clean escape, and then time to run a few downtime scenes afterward and fully reset. also exactly the kind of wild win i wanted post-combustor, lol. (notably the same sort of double-impact midseason finale as in partizan lmao.)

oh my god, and the MUSIC. this new track absolutely bangs. i think ali said the moment of killing dahlia was “uncool”, which was very funny given that the soundtrack made it actually the coolest scene ever put to audio.

figure managing to summon brnine back was amazing. (they can cry again!) and that they did it with the tapes of valence and gur—the memory of valence felt very present in brnine’s scenes in this downtime, even without brnine ever saying their name. grief’s a funny thing. (similarly: brnine nearly telling thisbe to check in with phrygian. and “phrygian made the best cereal box mazes”, a line that i will be remembering literally forever.)

and like, the scene with gucci. god. something very compelling about gucci saying “i don’t know what to do with the way i feel about you so i’m going to ask you: what do we do” and then framing a different set of bare little hopes and a different huge frightening future that has suddenly opened up. what do you do when it turns out you actually get a chance to live. same question. you know.

i’m not entirely sure what’s going on with divines and their relationships with mortals right now, but i think something is starting to shift. thisbe and the cadent—this strange method of communication—brnine’s adopted gods—the afflictions and the delegates and partial palisade himself—the reveal that the branched are posthuman and postdivine; dahlia following a similar path—something is changing. post-combustor, something could change. maybe it’s no one thing, but an expansion, out of the confines of the divine principality. that in itself would be a victory. 

also noticing that any divine brnine meets becomes a dog to them—asepsis, integrity, commitment. still don’t know where to even begin with this. (… insert HOUNDS joke here)

so much happened in this episode. what the fuck. incredible work all around. excited for next week????????????

[quietpagan]

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish and yes I'm late, so sue me

I wasn't going to watch any of the PiB movies but I heard 'Death' was a character, so

First two minutes: It's GORGEOUS and here's an entire post of me freaking out over the visual mastery of this film

If I'd seen this in theatres today I'd get kicked out for gasping so much

I can't even

The animation style is so beautiful I'm gasping out loud and had to stop three minutes in to begin this post, it's wild. The particles - !

LOOK AT THE TEXTURE OF THE LEATHER HAT. THE ANIMATORS ARE FLEXING AND THEY ARE FLEXING HARD.

Every single frame of this film is a goddamn work of art. Look at the stars on the wooden ceiling. Look at the lighting.

Even the reflection in the glass, holy shit

They need to stop flexing before I have a frickin heart attack here

Also thank you for putting actual blood and not just a reddish cut, actual dripping blood, thank you :)

This is such a love letter to animation and art and I'm here for it

The scene transitions are absolute *chef's kiss*

THEY ACTUALLY *BEEPED* OUT A SWEAR WORD it's a third of the way through and this is my new favorite movie

Each glitter particle glistens in its own moment, I cannot

I feel like a lot of modern movies have some weird fear of putting genuine color into a film. WELL NOT HERE FOLKS. ABSOLUTE PSYCHODELIC COLOR EXPLOSIONS THROUGHOUT.

What the fuck, that escalated quickly

SIR WHAT ARE YOUR QUALIFICATIONS?

THe dog has a potty mouth and every swear word is BEEP'd out and he swore a LOT

I love how all of the characters just rant the fuck off in Spanish when they get mad

I didn't see the other Puss movies but Softpaws?? Was declawed at some point?? That's so mean?? that's literally amputations omg her poor hands

And she left Puss at the altar at the same time that HE left HER at the altar, these assholes deserve each other at this point because absolutely nobody else will put up with either of them on a serious level

except for the dog, who deserves the world. LOOK AT HIM

Kitty wasn't going to wait for a egocentric asshat to put down his ego for her, YOU GO GIRL

somebody put the puppy in a sock and tried to drown him omg

he has the saddest backstory but he's just happy to have his life and his friends, whereas Puss had nine lives and didn't appreciate any of them, okay, I get it now

The dog actually calmed Puss down from a panic attack and you could hear his heartbeat calming and it was really sweet

The framing of this film is fantastic. Also, Death? Actual Death? The thing that Puss wasn't aware he was afraid of or even needed to be afraid of yet was running from his entire life? Such an incredible villain

I can't concentrate on anything else about the movie because everything is just so goddamn pretty.

The movements and the visuals are just a little bit choppy and a little unfinished, making every still look like a painting. It's so stylized and wonderfully so

jesus christ what a visual callback

Okay movie's done and I can talk now

THE CAT LADY i love her <3

I appreciate that Goldilocks finally accepted her family but it's okay to want other things, I think, as long as you're not taking for granted what you currently have. That said, they're definitely going to have to talk it out because stuff like that doesn't just go away with a quip and a new business plan

One that note, the fucking cricket was hilarious. John Mulaney's character was a riot and I appreciate the cricket giving up on him as a bad job.

I was worried about Death's defeat being a bit of a cop-out but it wasn't. Death was angry that Puss was given so many lives and appreciated exactly none of them, thinking himself invincible forever, not understanding consequences because they never really applied to him, so they decided to cheat and take his last one early. But Puss accepted his mortality and began to appreciate his last life properly, so Death let him live it. It was done well.

I don't really like the 'tough girl no trust femme fatale love interest' thing, I think it's tired and overwrought, so Kitty wasn't my favorite, but I liked her anyway. And I liked that she's able to poor-little-meow-meow Puss when he least expects it.

The doctor scene where we went through each of Puss's lives was storyboarded so beautifully, even the title cards were gorgeous

the fight scenes are so pretty

I can't do anything besides gush over how fucking pretty this film was, I'm useless

Anyway watch the film, it's just a masterpiece and the music was fantastic and I loved the whole thing

[princess-of-the-corner]

I'm actually kinda tired of people blaming other characters for their non-existent part. Besides can I not like someone who has flaws? Or has done questionable things? I don't think what Marinette did was what anyone should do but does that mean that I forever have to dislike her as a character?

We're not....

Buddy. We're not saying you have to hate her character forever holy shit the reading comprehension on this site is piss poor.

We are discussing the writing decisions and framing of the narrative, not the fact that she made mistakes.

I am fine with characters making mistakes! I love them making mistakes!! I also love watching them do their best to fix said mistakes, sometimes in messy as hell ways.

Literally all of my favorite characters are incredibly flawed and messy as hell people who made bad decisions and hurt people because of their past trauma and/or manipulated belief that they're doing the right thing.

If this was a case where it was Marinette the character who is flawed deciding to shift blame of her actions, I'd be fine with that. It's a flaw, it's a mistake. We have to work with it and hopefully, as she's the protagonist who is supposed to be a good role model for children, she'll focus on it and come to terms with that being a bad move and work to fix it. But yes she is a person with flaws who will do bad things on occasion.

But we are not discussing that. We are discussing thew writers and the narrative taking a hard detour from Marinette as a character. The writers are using her to try and tell us that different character (Chloé) is so evil because all of Marinette's bad actions are /her/ fault for pulling some prank and Marinette should be absolved of all wrongdoing and instantly forgiven.

[oph3liatlou]

--- THE SHADOW WARRIOR series

CHAPTER FOUR; James Buchanan Barnes

paring(s); recovering!buckybarnes x oc!victoriastark

warnings; light swearing, mental trauma.

word count; 1,600

proofread?; yes

summary; In the depths of Africa, the mysterious nation of Wakanda has reached out to the outside world for help. A mission has been set in place for Victoria Stark, to save Bucky Barnes - the former brainwashed assassin - from his past self. Can she rescue him from HYDRA's grips as the world watches and waits or, will he forever be lost to the shadows?

The high-tech building, a marvel of innovation and design, stands tall, housing the technological wonders of Wakanda. Princess Shuri, a young prodigy, stands by, her eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation. As Victoria is ushered into the presence of the Princess, the air is charged with anticipation.

"Welcome, Victoria Stark to Wakanda," Shuri greets, her voice carrying both warmth and a hint of intrigue. "I've been eager to meet Tony Stark's daughter."

Victoria nodded gently at her with a smile and nodded, holding out her hand gently to shake the Princess. "I'm glad I could come to help..."

Shuri accepts Victoria's handshake with a warm, firm grip. Her eyes gleam with a mix of curiosity and determination.

"Your father mentioned your unique abilities," Shuri states, her voice carrying a touch of awe. "Pyrokinetic abilities, correct? It's quite an intriguing power."

She nodded at Shuri. "Correct." Though, she wasn't about to tell the Princess that she never asked for the power - never wanted it. She just smiled gently.

Princess Shuri's eyes gleam with interest as she regards Victoria. "Pyrokinetics...an incredible ability, indeed."

She leads Victoria towards a high-tech laboratory, filled with cutting-edge equipment and advanced technologies. Inside, the air crackles with the scent of ozone and the hum of powerful machinery. Shuri leads her towards the main workstation, where a holographic display of a human brain is prominently displayed.

Victoria awed at the technology, mumbling to Friday. "Make notes."

"Noting advanced Wakandan tech for future research and analysis," Friday replies, her response a blend of excitement and practicality.

Princess Shuri observes Victoria's reaction, a small smile forming on her lips. The air is filled with palpable scientific wonder as the two women stand before the holographic display.

Victoria was smiling brightly at all of the technology. "Holy shit..." She whispered. She moved to touch the holographic brain and spun it gently. "I assume this is Mr Barnes'?"

Shuri, a proud guardian of Wakanda's advanced technologies, nodded in confirmation. "Yes, that is the neural pattern of Sergeant Barnes," she replies. Shuri's voice is tinged with a mix of concern and determination. "Wakandan scans have revealed traces of HYDRA's programming embedded deep within his consciousness."

Victoria nodded with understanding in her voice. "I can hook up Friday's main-frame to your technology." She suggested. 

Shuri, a sharp mind always open to new ideas, considers Victoria's suggestion with intrigue. "Hooking up Friday's main-frame to our systems could potentially bolster our efforts to purge HYDRA's programming. It would certainly provide us with a broader and deeper understanding of Sergeant Barnes's condition."

"Friday, show her what you can do." Friday, as instructed, springs into action. Holographic tendrils extend from the workstation, connecting to the surrounding computers and interfaces. The laboratory comes alive with a symphony of light and sound, as data streams and information cascades across the screens and holographs.

Shuri watches in awe, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and admiration. The melding of Friday's capabilities with the Wakandan technology paints a picture of profound technological harmony.

Victoria smiles, knowing Stark technology impressed Shuri - was an accomplishment. "Friday's integration with our systems is... impressive," Shuri observes, her voice tinged with admiration and surprise. "The data synchronization is nearly instantaneous."

With Friday's capabilities meshed with Wakandan technology, the lab takes on a new rhythm, merging the best of Stark innovation and Wakandan innovation. The prospect of their combined efforts in tackling the HYDRA programming seems more promising than ever.

"So," Victoria started. "When do I see him?"

Shuri regards Victoria with a mix of determination and understanding. "Soon. We're still gathering and analyzing comprehensive data on Sergeant Barnes's condition. Once we have a clearer picture, we can begin the process," she explains. "In the meantime, we can prepare the necessary resources and protocols for your involvement in the process."

Shuri's voice carries a touch of empathy as she continues, "We understand the importance of haste, but we also must ensure we proceed carefully and effectively to avoid any risks or harm to Sergeant Barnes." 

But despite Shuri's words, Victoria shook her head. "He needs a civil conversation - not more tests." She was very headstrong.

Shuri, acknowledging the validity of Victoria's approach, nods in understanding. "You're right. Sergeant Barnes needs more than just tests. He needs reassurance, understanding, and a sense of familiarity." She gestures towards a nearby room, which seems to be a more informal space.

"Why don't you go and speak to him? Your presence could be the very thing he needs right now," she suggests, her voice carrying a hint of empathy.

"Good." Victoria states.

As Shuri leads Victoria to the adjoining room, the atmosphere shifts from one of intellectual exploration to one of emotional connection. The room is simple yet comfortable, with a few soft chairs and a tranquil ambiance.

Inside the room, Bucky Barnes sits quietly, his gaze distant yet filled with a hint of recognition. The traces of HYDRA's programming are evident in the occasional flicker of his eyes and the mechanical stiffness of his movements.

The doors of the room hiss open, revealing Bucky's presence to Victoria. The Dora Milaje, ever vigilant, stand silently behind her, their eyes watchful but unthreatening.

Bucky's head turns slightly upon hearing the door, his eyes meeting Victoria's. There is a flicker of confusion, but also a hint of curiosity. His expression, stoic yet guarded, betrays a mix of apprehension and intrigue.

Victoria turns back to the Dora Milaje. She clears her throat. "It's alright, you can leave." She states, though she hears Friday in her ear, protesting.

The Dora Milaje, with their commitment to security and protocol, hesitate for a moment, exchanging a glance. However, they acknowledge Victoria's request and begin to make their exit. Their departure leaves the room in a hushed silence, filled only with the quiet hum of advanced technology.

Once the door hisses shut behind them, Victoria turns her attention back to Bucky, her voice carrying a blend of gentleness and curiosity.

She nods gently to Bucky, noticing the chair that was a few feet in front of him. The room looked like a normal bedroom and, was definitely better than chains he was used to. "May I sit?" She asked gently. It was up to him if he wanted to talk - and she wasn't about to take away his choices. 

Bucky gazes at Victoria, his expression shifting from a guarded aloofness to a hint of vulnerability and curiosity. He hesitates for a brief moment before nodding silently, granting her permission to sit. The chair, placed strategically a few feet away, serves as a symbol of both distance and potential proximity.

Victoria takes a seat, her movements calm and measured, maintaining a respectful distance between them.

"I'm Victoria Stark." She introduced herself gently, keeping her voice light. "Steve Rogers sent me, do you remember him?"

Bucky's expression softens further at the mention of Steve Rogers' name. A flicker of recognition passes through his eyes, as if a faint memory stirs within him. "Steve," he replies, his voice a gravelly whisper, tinged with a mix of longing and confusion. "Steve...of course, I remember."

The name "Steve" seems to touch a chord within Bucky, a touchstone to his pre-HYDRA past. 

Victoria smiled at the recognition on his face. "That's good."

Bucky, his eyes still on Victoria, studies her with a mixture of confusion and intrigue. "You say Steve sent you," he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of suspicion. "Why? What does he want?" The connection to his past, his friendship with Steve, is both a source of strength and uncertainty for Bucky in the present.

She was glad that Bucky was talking more now, and she wasn't about to hide anything from him...that would just make things worse. "He wants to help you," She paused, choosing her words carefully. "I want to help you."

Bucky's expression remains guarded as he listens to Victoria's words. There's a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, a desire to believe in her sincerity. He nods slightly, a silent acknowledgment.

"Help," Bucky whispers, his voice barely audible. "Why? Why would you want to help me?" 

"Because it's what good people do." She paused, still gentle. "Like how you helped Steve - even when you weren't in control."

Bucky's expression softens further, a hint of vulnerability and shame crossing his features. The mention of his actions under HYDRA's control seems to dig up a deep well of guilt and regret. "I..." he starts, his voice faltering. "I didn't have any control. They made me do those things." The torment of his past seems to weigh heavily on him, each memory like a fresh wound that threatens to reopen.

She nodded, her voice full of empathy. "I know." She stated, noticing the shift in his posture - he had clenched his jaw. "We don't have to talk about in if you don't want to. We can talk about whatever you want." Victoria continued. "And, if you want me to leave you alone - I can do that too."

Bucky seems to relax slightly at the understanding and acceptance in Victoria's voice. He nods silently, silently grateful for the offer to steer the conversation elsewhere. For a moment, he seems to grapple with internal battles, the weight of his memories still present.

"Tell me...about you," he finally says, his voice a low, quiet request. "Who are you?" His question carries a hint of curiosity and a desire to understand Victoria better.

Victoria knew she had to gain his trust, despite he own past. 

That meant re-living her own trauma...

[cheeseburgersinparadise]

Hi there! Not really an ask, but a more complete answer to your question about proving one's gluttony. I suppose my first answer didn't quite do your question justice. First off, I do think this is a great question. The idea that someone would possibly ask me to prove my gluttony to them is an incredible turn on and I found myself really giving it a lot of thought throughout my day today.

Before I tell you what I would do, I want to tell you a little story so you know that I mean what I say. So I can reassure you that i am not bullshitting you about the amount I can eat and that this is very well within reality. And so you can gain a sense of me and how I feel about my belly and what I am truly willing to do with the right encouragement.

I have always felt the call of gluttony. I have had dreams about it since I was a toddler. When I was only 8yrs old I had dreams about rooms full of naked 400lb+ people having orgies while gorging themselves. I had dreams about growing larger and larger as I consumed insurmountable proportions of food. I remember when I was 15 and the first time I saw stretch marks on my belly the after my first huge binge and only wishing that I could keep eating more without it being noticed. I have made it my goal over the years to consume as much fattening food in the smallest amount of time possible while also trying not to be a burden on those I love. I would love to be let loose and set free to eat to my heart's content. Now, while I feel that alone is likely enough to prove my gluttonous nature, I would have to demonstrate it too you first hand. There have only been a handful of times where I really felt like I was really pushing myself the way I wanted to be pushed and only with a little encouragement from a couple of long distance feeders. My confidence and determination really soared after the first time I chugged an entire gallon of ice cream. I wanted to take it even further so I started really focusing on having multi day stuffing sessions. I was able to consume around 13,000 calories a day (reaching up to 15,000 a handful of times) for about 3 days straight on a couple of occassions. On one such adventure I started with 40 wings from wingstop and chugged two peanut butter moods from jamba for my first meal. And then ate an entire family meal from panda express and still chugged 3 quarts of ice cream and 3 beers for my last meal. Every meal for those 3 days were of the same proportion and I only stopped because I had to due to money and time. I gained about 40 lbs in two months during this time frame. I have gone so hardcore during these times because the amount of food I see people eat in videos never seems like enough, so I wanted to prove to myself that I was truly gluttonous and enter into the realm of eating amounts of food that people only dream of.

If you were my feeder, and you asked me to prove my gluttony, I imagine you might have to brace yourself for several days of feeding. I would need a decent amount of weed as well. I would push myself beyond full at every moment; eating to the brink of maximum and then drinking the most fattening substances I can find to fill in the cracks. Heavy whipping cream is my recent go-to chugging beverage. I can drink down two whole quarts on top of a large meal. While trying to prove my gluttony to you, my goal would be to drink 6 quarts throughout the day on top of all of the wonderful food that would need to be brought to me. My other goal would be to push myself in this way for at least 5 days. I would be doing anything and everything I could to prove to you how gluttonous I can be in this way because l would also be trying to push myself further than ever before. Forever trying to prove to myself that I can be more gluttonous, because the goal is always more. Always.

There. A complete answer to your query. Lol. I hope you have a lovely day. ☺️

holy shit, lol. this is certainly comprehensive.

I think this would absolutely impress me and I appreciate the time you took to type it all out! Fellas, take note - this is how you get a feeder’s attention ;)

thank you for the message and I also hope you are having a good day 😊

[alloutofgoddesses]

PJO TV THOUGHTS

Season 1, Episode 8

(I have read the books there’s a chance I will talk about them)

I have been cured of my illness from last week let’s gooo

Luke voice over parading the beginning voice over?!?!

LUKE TRAINING PERCY

Damn he’s a really fucking good swordsman 10/10 Charlie

Oh Percy… oh boy oh boy

Ares you’re funny… keep that humour

OH ANNABETH DOESN’T EVEN KNOW YET

She’s not dead though she’s frozen in Hades’ throne room

AND HERE WE GOOOOO

Damn he’s kinda wiping the floor with him

Ope he just kicked him into water it’s so over for him

THE WAVE

“I warned you… if you’re not careful… you’ll find out who I am.” WITH THE WAVE GROWING BEHIND HIM I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT

THAT’S THE MOST POWERFUL DEMIGOD THAT’S EVER LIVED BABEY

Right in the Achilles too oof

That look of awe on Annabeth’s face… girlie is GONE

I’m so excited about the Ares v Percy antagonistic relationship to continue forever (even when Percy had lost his memory)

Hey Alecto

I guess Hades doesn’t need to breathe but damn that helm looks uncomfortable AF

HE SAID PLEASE HE JUST WANTS HIS MOM

Percy I have bad news for you

I’d like to see Zeus try personally

HE’S A GOOD KID

Everyone stay calm it’s happening

IT’S HAPPENING

That fucking look. They’re so gone on each other thank you Walker and Leah

Incredible Percy move 10/10 no notes

Oh my god that’s Olympus… it’s getting me so bad and I don’t know why THATS OLYMPUS

I did in fact rewind because I saw some movement in one of the buildings. I would love to know who that is

OH LUKE’S SMIRK WHEN PERCY SAYS THE GODS SHOULD BE AFRAID OF DEMIGODS

He is SO SURE he has a new recruit. Percy is unknowingly saying everything Luke wants him to say

Why are you airing Annabeth’s shit Luke damn

Or taken outside where they belong

You know Zeus put all those stairs there on purpose. Malicious ass bitch

FIRE! Hi Hestia I love you sweetheart

RIP personalized thrones you’ll always be famous

HI ZEUS HI MR LANCE REDDICK

The way Percy is willing to risk everything to get the message to Zeus oh baby

Also Poseidon bestie these two alone is a VERY bad come quickly

Percy you’re gonna get fried

Girl just because you’re his son doesn’t mean you know him… arguably you know him the least of all your siblings because you were never swallowed and grew up in hiding from him specially

Damn that condescending sigh

Percy please shut the fuck up

PERCY

He’s about to die

OOP

Just in the nick of time Poseidon

HE SURRENDERS OOOOALAJDJSK

“Take your victory. Just spare my son.” NEVER BEATING THE ALLEGATIONS THAT PERCY IS HIS FAVORITE SON

“Your forbidden son” Dude you had TWO by the SAME WOMAN in two different forms don’t be a hypocrite (is the biggest hypocrite ever)

HELL YEAH SPEAK YOUR SHIT POSEIDON DON’T LET HIM GET AWAY WITH IT

And he full named Percy

Oh shit Ancient Greek

Ares and Hermes biggest gossips in the Greek pantheon confirmed

Dude HE SURRENDERED

Zeus I have bad news for you… “this one” is about to earn a Mount Olympus fast pass

OMG IT’S TIME

HE SAID (one of) THE LINE(s)

SALLY TAUGHT HIM ANCIENT GREEK HOLY SHIT I THOUGHT I COULDN’T LOVE HER MORE

“Ares is a moron” I cackled

Poseidon don’t be a pussy hug him

Also the way Walker is already so tall. He might tower over the dude playing his father by the end of this series (I know that’s Toby Stephens)

Baby that’s not a no

OH HE WANTS TO SPEND MORE TIME WITH HIS SON

That tree is person-ing so hard. They had to have built that shit

PERCABETH HUG

Omg hi Clarisse… so sorry you got framed

Luke jumpscare

Like you said anything

OH NO PERCY DON’T

It’s time for smart Percy to come out again

And the helm

Hmm. Who could possibly betray you

Why would he? He had no reason to

Yeah he did. He sure did.

I don’t know how to articulate my feelings on the line delivery of “I didn’t know you’d give them to Grover to wear” but know Charlie is killing me with how good of an actor he is

“None of this was meant to betray you” YOU WANTED TO SEND HIM TO TARTARUS! Did you expect Kronos to just spit him back out?

Luke trying to recruit Percy instead of luring him into the woods to scorpion him is SUCH a a good change I love it so much and it’s such a clear character choice for Luke

AH BACKBITER

(The way I literally jumped when it came on screen that sword is so fucking scary)

Correct reaction Percy

Honestly Percy is 100% correct Luke got manipulated he just hasn’t realised it yet

Shouldn’t have mentioned his dad Percy. ABSOLUTELY the wrong move

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ PERCY THAT FATAL FLAW IS SHOWING

Oh noooo I knew Annabeth was gonna be there but that doesn’t make it hurt any less

Bye bye Luke. Go get your yacht

I love that we know the horse half of Chiron was a literal horse Glynn was riding

Ldjdkslsjak Chiron knows the prophecy so OF COURSE he’s worried about Percy agreeing with Luke

Dionysus it’s Peter Johnson don’t listen to him

“You get out!” Lol

HELLO

FULL STOP

EVERYONE CEASE YOUR ACTIVTIES

LOOK AT ANNABETH’S HAIR!!!!!!!

IT’S SO PRETTY

THAT’S A PRINCESS HAIRSTYLE FOR SURE

She’s going to DisneyWorld 🥺

Percy is so excited for her

What if I cry

Hello Seatcher’s License

THE SEAS!!! See you in Florida Grover

Well you might have to go pick up a certain member of the team

GROUP HUG

He walked to the Montauk cabin? I mean I guess it’s closer than his apartment

SALLY!

THAT’S THE MAMA’S BOY

what

KRONOS GET OUT OF HERE NASTY ASS

He’s been at this for maybe like three months and he’s already so tired lol

“Turns out I’m pretty good at this” honey you’re kinda the best at this

Did Kronos just mention the prophecy

Seventh grade!! Aaahhhh I’m so excited

Calling him Grandpa is funny though

HE LOVES HIS MOM SO MUCH I’M GONNA SOB

Blue pancakes!

He’s gonna go meet Tyson

Also the voiceover that parallels what he says in the books about how “you might be one of us” I’m inconsolable

Lance Reddick, thank you so much for your performance and I’m heartbroken that this is the last time we’ll see you as Zeus. I hope you’re resting easy

Oh great… he’s still here

DIVORCE YOU SAY

SHE CHANGED THE LOCKS

Get a hotel idiot

Uh oh

Well they’ll come home to a surprise

Also? Sallly doesn’t get to do a little murder? Not even as a treat? She better still get to sell him

[uhohbestie]

100% no lie, this is how I woke up this morning:

Syn we're losing it. We're LOSING it. This is! THIS IS!!!! Oh my god oh my GOD!!!!!!!!!

Everything about this! EVERYTHING about this! The style, the pacing, the song choice (you're KILLING me with this one), the specific lines and chapters you chose! Literally, and I'm not even kidding, last NIGHT Key and I were talking about you and your art and how much we love your Scarian. Talk about kismet!!!

I'm just!!! I'm JUST!!!!! GOD!!!! There are so many beautiful details-- I love Grian's jealous look at Quackity. I love the way he has his hair down when he's asleep. I looOOOOOOVE THE CAMERA. The viking funeral! The rusty sunset desert colour scheme and how the colour slowly fades out throughout the bite transition. Everything about this! EVERYTHING!!!

THEIR EXPRESSIONS!!!!! SYN, I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS FOR DAYS. I'm going to hand it off to Key 'cause I know she wants to talk about this also, but genuinely this is the most incredibly thing ever and we're are so SO grateful.

KEY HERE:

LITERALLY THE WAY I WOKE UP THIS MORNING WAS TO TEXTS FROM LOCK GOING "WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP LOOK!!" HJDSAKDSJDS HOLY SHIT LMAO The funniest part I think is Lock seeing it on their personal account before either of us even got online here and saw the tag 😂😂😂

HONESTLY!! I COULD GAB AT YOU FOR AGES AT HOW COOL THIS IS. Lock and I were basically just screaming back and forth as we watched this over and over and OVER (HEAD IN HANDSSS) I kept telling Lock that I needed to like. Screengrab every single image and save it forever, I cannot get ENOUGH. Had to watch it half-speed on YouTube a couple times to really soak in some of the frames, I'm utterly enamored with this!!!!!

Your song choice was so solid here omg and then choosing bits and pieces of text from the chapters and then leaving the chapter number off that last quote and preserving the mystery AAAAAA YOU THOUGHT OF EVERYTHING!!! I wish I could choose a favourite part but it's ALL my favourite dsfjhgfdskj SHOUTOUT TO SCAR FOR LOOKING GORGEOUS IN EVERY FRAME, THAT'S OUR HOTGUY RIGHT THERE!! And oh my goddd, Grian is SOOO. The part where he's jealously watching Scar and Quackity talk, the one where he's bit, the kiss, HE LOOKS. SO GOOD. UGH. I LOVE THEM BOTH SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR THIS IM ON MY KNEEEEEESS OTL

If The World Was Ending

Animatic for There Are Monsters Nearby, a fanfiction I've been obsessed with, by @uhohbestie

SPOILERS up to chapter 22.

+ my fave art from the video :3

[heli0s-writes]

pagan poetry*

A/N: Hey-o! After nearly 3 months of being a complete disaster, I ... did a thing. Very much my usual brand of filth. Thanks for sticking around as I continue to navigate this impending sense of oblivion!! 1.6k words of bangin’ Bucky Barnes. Yeeeeeeahhh.

Title is from this song, by Bjork. 🖤

Warnings: Smutty smut and heathen shit, what else is new with Helios?

brooklyn after dark masterlist

Steve asked if you were religious once.

It was an off the cuff kind of question, prompted by something you can’t remember now—silly banter over drinks and a background party, perhaps. Both grown weary of entertaining a crowd of strangers, etiquette spent nearing the night’s end. You’d shrugged lazily and prefaced that it’s hard to shake an entire childhood of indoctrination but now, by resolute choice, you aren’t.

You lied. You’ve never been more devout.

It was easier than getting into all the semantics, anyway. Where would you start explaining that you now spend more time than ever at worship? Not in the middle of Tony’s so-called “small” get-together of “only” seventy-five people. Certainly not a place to admit to Steve that your knees supplicate more earnestly than the most pious of priests, your throat constantly pouring the sweetest profession of faith—the name of the most divine.

Even if the two of you were somewhere more private, and he was at least half as drunk as you were, it’s a bit blasphemous, Steve, that you fuck Bucky six ways to Sunday and call it religion.

It’s a hard desire to curb when he looks like that. Bucky’s built like a god— his arm the kind of weapon you’d happily split your tongue polishing. Strong, powerful legs. Broad shoulders like lovingly carved marble, worked between the hands of a Renaissance master, tapered sharply down to his wasp’s waist.

His hips. Lord, you could dedicate eternity naming every last inch of his hips.

Such a pretty boy. How he makes you hungry to sin.

“Bucky,” you whisper, enthralled again when he steps out from a quick shower. Smoldering and glorious, and you’re Joan of Arc constantly being descended upon by a burning archangel. Some random night, like any other night, and you’re overtaken again. Hazy with orange glow, the billowing mist makes a halo to crown him and for a second you feel blind.

Then, you feel… hm.

Wet.

He cautions the way you chew on your lip, eyes twinkling brightly because what else is new. You? Turned on? Bucky could be brushing his teeth and you’d start climbing him like your personal jungle gym.

“Sweetheart,” he begins warily, adjusting the towel on his hips—those beautiful, beautiful hips. “One more dinner with us swinging in late and they’re gonna stop inviting us.”

You nod along dumbly, deaf now and set on a singular mission. Crawling on your knees, you reach Bucky halfway as he tries to put an end to your pilgrimage. Tries because your palms are fast over the damp fabric, fingers threading through warm fibers before landing flat against his abs, feeling up to his chest, murmuring stupidly, always so shocked at his everything. You graze up his wrists, his forearms, making paths of taut muscle.

“How bout after dinner?” His thumbs gently brush the swell of your breasts before he holds you back, straightening your spine when you arch into him. “Promise I’ll give it to you good later.”

“Give it to me now?”

He laughs. “You really gotta work on your negotiation skills…”

“Huh… Lemme try again: give it to me… right now?”

Bucky groans in equal measures of exasperation and exhilaration when you fall back on your knees. A few more half-hearted baby, quit it, ‘m serious, and then he gives up completely.

“Steve’s gonna get himself in a mood.”

“Steve’s always in a mood.”

Wilted protests quickly disappear into the hollow of your cheeks, licked away by your clever tongue. He grips the back of your neck firmly, tilting your head the way he likes best, eyes flicking down to meet yours before they close. He keeps you there a little longer, his toes curling into the carpet with each bob of your head.

“Yeah, you’re—always in a mood, too—uhhm—“

And you hum in agreeance, but the sound only vibrates into his skin, making him groan louder.

Bucky’s voice is slurred, as if half drunk. “Can’t hear— mm— you, sweetheart…”

So you make something up to give him what he wants, that buzzing of your throat on his cock, and his thighs tighten in response, the hand on the back of your neck reflexively scrabbling to your shoulder with a hard grip.

It’s a bit counterproductive of you to be so sloppy, considering that Bucky’s freshly showered and cleaned up— the scent of his brisk body wash strong and harsh in your nose— but fucking him like it’s your job allows some insight to what he likes, and it’s easily this:

Dirty, filthy, drooling wet blowjobs. The messier the better and the faster it gets him there. Your radiant Right Hand of God, but goddamn is he a little devil himself.

Bucky’s growling by the time he hauls you toward the bed, depositing your thrilled skin on the mattress firmly. Red lips meet yours with force, plush and full, nipping at the corners of your wet mouth like he’s kissing back every trace of him. He presses on across your jaw, up and down your neck. His voice is husky sweet and breathy in your ear.

“You bad, bad girl.” And you start curling yourself into him, nodding for more. One of his hands is working himself, the sound of your spit slippery in his fist. “You got me all messy again.”

Your skin feels blistering and freezing at the same time, chills racing to your fingertips tightly hooked around his biceps. The outfit you put on for a nice, quaint dinner at Steve and Sharon’s too heavy now, too constricting, but he doesn’t let you take it off.

“Every morning and night not enough dick for you, is it?” Bucky brushes your hands away, taking hold of your chin and peeling your head back until you’re looking at him. His pupils are blown wide, the only thing left of his irises are two thin rings of barely there blue as he scans your face. Your brain is short-circuiting, hanging onto every syllable, every purse of his cherry lips.

He switches on and off like a light. Beautiful, soft, thoughtful one minute, all force and darkness the next. You faithfully take it all, every facet of him. Your angel boy. Your wicked soldier.

Joan of Arc was only hallucinating, but she wasn’t half as lucky as you to have conjured something half as astonishing as Bucky. Gorgeous strong jaw, bristles along his chin and cheek scrubbing noisily against your lips as he kisses you. His mouth— open and wet, sloppy against yours— hardly landing right and you’re toeing delirium by the time his fingers slide up your shirt.

Bucky pushes you down into the sheets, rucking up your skirt until it bunches around your waist. “We’re in a rush, remember?” He tucks two fingers into the elastic of your panties and yanks them to one side. Just enough. In a rush. Your thighs meet with a determined shimmy of his hips— those incredible hips— and then you’re full, so full of him.

The blood in your ears crashes against reality and bends it all sideways. Not religious like that, but since the first time you’d touched him, you’ve been cocksure if heaven were real, it’d be this. It’d be him.

“Everyone’s gonna know,” Bucky promises, “You stumbling in there.”

The image flashes through your addled brain, the tell-tale sign of him screwing you stupid— lips swollen, legs wobbly, outfit crumpled up, smelling like him and sex in front of all your friends.

“You want it, don’t you, want them to know you’re all mine?” He smears your wet around the sides of where he’s connected— spit, slick— up to your clit. And then he pushes you like a button, flicking the pad of his thumb upwards and grins at the way you jerk in time to it like a trained toy.

“Bucky,” you mewl, “Buck.” The syllable breaks, your panting comes out in choked babbling.

He takes the back of your neck again, lowering his body over yours, faster now. Deliberately reckless and the entire bed is rocking, springs squealing under his pace.

“Oh my god,” you smash your brow into the junction of his shoulder, hanging on by a thread as he drives into you, on a mission to break either the bed frame or your brain, both were fine. In a rush. Can’t quit now. A little bit more. Your entire body is folded against him, insides fluttering desperately, maddeningly.

“Come,” he commands, “Come for me right now and I’ll fuck you through it, how you like. Then I’ll make you come again and we can go.”

His grip is tourniquet tight, thumb moving to the middle of your throat, pressing ever so slightly until your breath feels trapped under the swirl of his fingerprint. The curtain of his hair hangs over your face, blocking out the room going blindingly white. Your eyes shut tightly, opening only for a second to catch him panting over you, burning hot, his features flickering from utter control to trembling pleasure to something akin to frenzy.

Your vision shuffles like a deck of cards. His hands are everywhere. Eyes devouring every inch of your skin. There’s a million of him taking a million of you to a million more pieces. You shatter then, clawing his back and arms, singing like a fucking choir the infinity of his name.

Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. He makes your days holy. The altar of his body. The sacrament of his sweat. He breaks you apart into something luminous.

Religion. Not religion. Your heathen soul—whatever tiny fracture you may have—all his, forever. Now, tomorrow, at the end of the world.

So, when the two of you stumble into a nearly finished dinner, as predicted, over an hour late and in terrible disarray, Steve crosses himself before promising, “I’m getting you two a goddamn chastity belt.”

On the couch, Sam clicks the remote to a new channel, snapping his fingers with an offhanded, “A-fucking-men.” 

All you can do is duck your head and grin.

[fruitcoops]

So I’m not sure if you’ve ever seen Euphoria BUT the two main actresses are Zendaya and Hunter Schafer. Hunter is a trans woman and plays a trans woman on the show. And a year or two ago, there was a video of fan that recognized Zendaya at the airport and talked to her and got so emotional because, the fan, was also trans. She talked to Zendaya about how much Hunter’s portrayal meant to her so Zendaya pulled her phone and FaceTimed Hunter so that the fan could talk to her. And the fan started crying and talked to Hunter and Zendaya even took a picture of the fan holding the phone up with Hunter on the screen. Anyways, I think it would so cute if Remus ran into a hockey fan and recognized him and the fan told him how much Sirius means to him and how much him being a gay hockey player inspired him and so Remus facetimes Sirius so he can talk to him :)

This is honestly one of my favorite asks of all time. Not only is the video super cute (watch it here if you like), the idea behind it is incredibly important. Representation matters, everyone. Sweater Weather credit belongs to @lumosinlove, but Kaden is mine!

The kid looked nervous, even among his group of friends who not-so-subtly nudged him in Remus’ direction. Remus waved and offered a slight smile; all five immediately began whispering. The kid still looked nervous.

“Ex—excuse me?” Remus looked up from his phone. The boy—he couldn’t have been more than sixteen or seventeen—stood a few feet away with his hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets. “Um, hello.”

“Hi, how are you?”

“I’m doing pretty well. Uh, I’m Kaden. I-I play hockey?”

“What a coincidence, so do I,” Remus laughed, holding a hand out. “Remus Lupin. Nice to meet you.”

“I know.” Kaden flushed a bit as he shook it. “I mean, I know who you are, not that it’s nice to meet me—” He pressed his lips together and took a deep breath. “Sorry.”

“No worries. Am I in your way?”

Kaden shook his head rapidly. “No, not at all. It’s just…you’re kind of a huge role model of mine. What you and Sirius did…” He swallowed and wiped his hands on the sides of his jeans; his voice sounded thick. “Sirius has been my hero ever since I started playing hockey as a kid, and when I realized I was gay I thought I was the only one, but then both of you came out and—” He cut himself off with a trembling breath. “And, yeah.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Remus touched his shoulder. “Do you need a second?”

“No, no, I’m good.” Kaden sniffled and looked up at him. “You changed my life. Seeing Sirius at All Stars, still kicking ass as an out gay guy, was a huge turning point for me. I just wanted to say thank you.”

Remus’ throat tightened a bit and he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. “Is it okay if I give someone a call really quick? I think they would want to say hello to you.”

Kaden nodded, clearly a little confused as he opened up FaceTime and turned the volume up. It rang for a moment—there was a crackle as the call connected. “Hello?” Sirius lit up when he saw Remus. “Hey, there you are.”

“Oh my god,” Kaden whispered, covering his mouth with his hands. Remus heard several people gasp behind them. “Oh my god, no way.”

“Hey, baby, I found someone who you might want to meet.” Remus leaned down a bit so Kaden was in frame.

“Hi,” he managed as a tear dripped down his cheek. “Hi, I’m Kaden.”

“Hi, Kaden, I’m Sirius. Are you alright?” he asked gently.

“Yeah, I’m—I’m fine.” Kaden took a few deep breaths, but his lower lip wobbled again and he swiped at his cheeks. “Sorry.”

“Take your time, kiddo.”

Remus wrapped an arm around his shoulders and Kaden leaned into him. “I don’t even know what to say,” he laughed around his tears. “Holy shit. I feel like I’m meeting a superhero.”

“I don’t think I have any superpowers yet, but that’s very kind of you.”

“Kaden plays hockey, too,” Remus added.

Interest lit in Sirius’ eyes. “Really? That’s so cool! What position?”

“Defense, and I’m the alternate goalie for my team.” Some of the tension melted out of his shoulders as he talked, but he was still shaking. “Also, I’m gay.”

Sirius’ eyes crinkled in a smile. “That’s awesome, Kaden.”

“I thought I was alone before you came out,” he continued as new tears welled up. “But when you kept playing and kept fighting and kept being the best even when everyone was being awful about it, that—” He broke off and took a couple breaths. “—that was everything. I’ve looked up to you forever and I thought I would have to quit playing if I wanted to be happy. You showed me that I can do both.”

“You can.” Sirius steadied the camera and looked straight into it. “Kaden, you can be anything you want to be, okay?”

Remus passed him a napkin to wipe his nose. “Okay.”

“You are not alone, buddy. There are so many people who want to see you succeed, whether that’s in hockey or whatever you choose to do. Be proud of who you are.”

Kaden nodded, pressing his hand back over his mouth for a moment. “God, this doesn’t feel real. This is the best day of my life.”

“This is in my top five, no doubt.”

“Anywhere near the Stanley Cup?” Kaden laughed as he wiped his tears away with his sleeve.

Sirius paused for a moment. “Honestly, I think they’re tied.”

“Order for Marianne?” the cashier called. A young girl from Kaden’s group of friends stepped up and grabbed both bags, hauling them off the counter. She cast a brief, awed look over her shoulder and craned her neck to see Sirius, who waved to her through the screen.

“Well, I don’t want to keep your friends waiting,” Sirius said with a wink. “It was an honor to meet you, Kaden. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you so much.” His voice cracked and cleared his throat. “So much. For everything.”

“Love you,” Remus said before he hung up the call and turned back to Kaden. “I’m proud of you, too. That was really brave.”

In lieu of a response, Kaden wrapped him in a tight hug. “Is this okay?” he asked, voice muffled in his coat.

“Absolutely.” Remus gave him a light squeeze; Kaden’s chin barely cleared his shoulder. “Thanks for saying hello. Hearing that means so much to both of us.”

One of Kaden’s friends edged forward, holding their phone tentatively. “Could I get a quick picture of you guys?”

“Yeah, for sure,” Remus said, taking a small step to the side so his arm laid over Kaden’s shoulders.

“Got it.” They lowered their camera and bit their lip. “Thank you again. Only a few of us play hockey, but what you did made a huge impact on all our lives.”

“You definitely made an impact on mine.” Remus waved as the five of them headed for the door. “See you around! Kick ass in your next game, okay?”

“You got it,” Kaden laughed, giving him a final look before the door swung shut.

[lotelake]

i am bouncing off the walls excited with how SICK this is oh my GOD

first off your rendition of each eidolon is INCREDIBLE holy shit. like as if the boss designs themselves isnt off the charts, the framing and composition of each scene RULES. like i can feel the fight happening in a movie and thats GREAT also im extremely normal about the thematic role of each eidolon down to even where you fight them and each fight sounds so goddamn cool i cannot imagine how exciting it must have been to play out your dm is incredible i am !!!!! just!!! GOD this rules!!! forever gonna be thinking about how cool this setting and plotline is i will never be over it sdhfkjhk do share how the memento fight- and hello miffy's dad has the echo?? owo??? but yes by all means id love to hear how the memento fight goes!

Oh if you're playing a Final Fantasy XIV campaign, have you fought any primals? I've seen statblocks for Garuda, Leviathan and Ifrit online before

ohhhh this is an awesome question *-* YES we absolutely have! we've fought 4, with a confrontation with a 5th one coming up soon... we've been calling them Eidolons on the Tenth :3c i've got little pics and blurbs about each of them below! content warning for body horror for some of these!

the first one we fought was named The Pale Lady! it was originally born when the Church deployed a caustic bioweapon during a battle and hundreds of people who were in excruciating pain all collectively prayed for their own deaths. this Eidolon had been lurking in a swamp collecting corpses since then. our DM called it the Eidolon of Agony iirc!! it was such a cool boss. i love the concept of "whatever you do, don't pray for salvation"

the second one we fought was named Dorado! he was like a giant conquistador-looking guy. he was born from the continent's richest (and greediest) man, Augustus Ul'gustus, harnessing the power from a font of lightning aether and turning himself into an Eidolon. we fought Dorado in Augustus's vault, so it was this really cool theme of fighting this epitome of greed inside of his temple to his own wealth. our DM called him the Eidolon of Avarice!!

[These next 3 images were all drawn in the last day and a half so don't laugh at how messy they are please lol]

the third one was born from the collective fear and terror of an isolated nation being invaded by the Church, which brought to life a giant statue of their god, Asura. the statue then marched into the ocean with the plan to head back to Oaxia and destroy the Church (as well as everyone and everything else there). we had to fire a giant bolt into the statue and run across the chain it was attached to it and then climb inside the statue up to its hollow head, where we fought the manifestation of the Eidolon! because the Eidolon was a fear-induced bastardization of the actual deity Asura, Asura themself granted us aid during the fight (by letting our healer summon 6 arms and pummel the living shit out of the Eidolon)

the fourth one was from the volcanic island nation of Ahmeta, which had a giant bird named Fenghuang who was their peaceful and benevolent guardian despite Fenghuang technically being an Eidolon. then a greater Voidsent called The Great Ink pulled Fenghuang into The Void and corrupted him, and we had to fight him while we were in The Void, trying to close a voidgate! luckily, once we defeated the corrupted Fenghuang we were able to use some aetherial defibrillation and the Power Of Memory/Love to revive him uncorrupted, so he was able to happily return to his job as guardian of the island 🙏 (once we closed up the voidgate ofc)

the fifth Eidolon, which we've learned about but haven't actually confronted yet, is called The Memento, and it's what the Church uses in Montalvo Anti-Mag Security Prison to keep their mage prisoners in check. The Memento is a manmade Eidolon - it was first built as a mechanical framework, and then flesh and guts were summoned into it and it was given life as an Eidolon. all of the mage prisoners in Montalvo (except Miffy's dad who has The Echo??? for some reason???) have been tempered by it. tempered prisoners aren't aware that they can cast spells, and they have no desire to leave the prison or revolt. kind of an ingenious way to imprison mages. creepy as fuck

thanks for the awesome question!!!

ヾ(＠^∇^＠)ノ

the Eidolon fights are always super cool and bombastic, so getting to talk about them is a treat ^^ thanks for giving me an excuse to draw and ramble!!

[gh0styyt0astyy]

"You can hide from me forever~?" .. emm.. maybe you can do this we hank?(lee hank if it is ok?) No presure

✨ [Run and hide] ✨

( anon. anon *holds ur shoulders* i loved this prompt thank you )

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⭐️ [Summary] — If you asked Hank how he got into this situation, he’d much rather die than say anything. (Lee!Hank and Ler!Deimos + Ler!Sanford)

fellas is it gay to platonically cuddle your homies after they absolutely wreck your shit

key: deimos hank sanford

⭐️ [Warnings] — TICKLE FIC; MILD LANGUAGE; AND CUDDLING AT THE END; if you don’t like then please just scroll on T_T

⭐️ [Prompt(s)]: “You can’t hide from me forever!”

✨ Enjoy ! ✨

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“Haaaaaank!” Deimos’ gruff voice echoed down a hall; a quiet snicker in his tone as he looked for the merc. Hank, who was currently staked out in a dark room (had the rooms always been this dark? How’d he never notice this?), held his breath.

Putting a hand on the doorframe, Hank leaned out slightly and stared into Deimos’ back.

The shorter guy seemed to be too busy with looking in the complete wrong direction that Hank started calculating his options. Hank had been stalking around this shitty “apartment” that he, Dei and Sanford all called home (Temporary home at least. It’s hard to keep a stable base of operation in this shitty, genocidal state okay?) for at least an hour now. Deimos wanted something from Hank; and whatever game Deimos was playing the taller man didn’t want any partake in it.

“Cmon, Haaank. You can’t hide from me forever now!” Deimos called out again, but beginning to turn around now. Shit. Hank quickly darted into a different room, one with a little more light. At least he could see now.

…However he failed to realize that Deimos could see the faint outline of a shadow, which is ironic really; seeing as how Hank; a 6’6 man can fit inside a tiny crate with no one noticing, yet he forgets to cover his tracks of a shadow.

Deimos’ footsteps came closer to the room Hank sheltered in, and Hank started to crawl backwards to the closet. ‘Shit- shit- shit.’ Hank opened the closet door and quickly stepped inside. Deimos suddenly leapt into the room, a sound of vague disappointment rumbling in his throat. “Damn.”

Hank felt a very light breath leave his chest as he slowly slid down the wall. Maybe Deimos had finally given up his chase. As Hank waited for Deimos to leave the room, he listened to the quieting footsteps. The goggled man silently opened the closet door and looked out, spotting no sign of Deimos. He began to slowly step out of it.

His legs were quickly and suddenly swiped out from under him, causing him to land roughly on his chest with a solid “oof” and a wheeze when something plopped heavily onto his back. “There you are!” Hank could hear the grin in Deimos’ voice.

“Uagh- get off of me you lug.” Hank grunted, reaching back and swatting at one of Deimos’ knees. “Hank, you’re good at hiding, know that? Had me in circles for an hour! You ever play hide and seek when you were a kid?”

Hank was having none of it as he continued to swat and push at Deimos. (Sure the man was significantly shorter than him, but damn; bitch could put some weight when he wanted.) Deimos hummed as he put his head in a hand. “Okay well obviously you wanna move on. So let’s do that! While we’re at it…” A different hand went down to between Hank’s shoulder blades, causing the merc to tense. “Let’s chat! You remember how you crushed my cigs a bit ago?”

Hank did remember that.

“Aaand how you spilled water on me for no reason?”

Hank remembered that too. (And, also Deimos, for your information; it was not for no reason you will NOT burn down another temp home.)

“Oooh or- or how about the time you threw that huge ass centipede at me? Remember that one?”

…Hank remembered that one, as well. Very vividly, might he add.

Hank nodded and Deimos did too. “Yeah. I remember all those too. Especially that last one you asshole.” Hank shrugged. “I mean, it was a little amusing.” Deimos feigned hurt as he put a hand to his chest. “You wound me, Wimbleton.”

Hank started to get antsy now, as he shifted underneath Deimos’ weight. “Will you get off me? Or are you just going to keep me here.” Deimos grinned again. “Antsy, Hanky? Daw okay. I guess I can get on with it.”

“It?” What the hell was “it?” Hank narrowed his eyes under his goggles and when he tried to look back at Deimos three fingers suddenly dug into the soft area between Hank’s shoulders. Oh. Oh that was it. Hank felt his eyes suddenly shoot open as he fell completely limp to the floor, electricity running up his back. His body shuddered with repressed… laughter? Noises. “Deimos—“ Hank spoke through gritted teeth, feeling lucky for the mask covering his betraying face. “Hank.” Deimos answered back. Hank felt himself trying to writhe away from Deimos to no avail. “Shihit.” He hissed, mentally cursing himself.

“Ahha! That’s the response I’m looking for!” Deimos said, taking his other hand and tapping against Hank’s ribs. Making the downed man make a strangled noise into the crook of his elbow. “Pihihihiss ohohoff-!” Hank growled, tried to growl. It was hard to be intimidating with fingers wiggling on your ribs and your back. Deimos was slow, methodical for a moment… before the hand on Hank’s back went from slowly moving to clawing at his shoulder blades. “SHIHIHIT! Deihihihimos you sohohon of a—!” Hank suddenly erupted; Deimos letting out a victorious and satisfied laugh. “Right here is bad? Damn, and I’ve only just started!” Hank tried thrashing his shoulders to get away from Deimos’ hands.

Deimos snickered mischievously, repositioning himself on top of Hank and sitting on his waist instead. “Y’know what Hank? This is super interesting,” Deimos said, one hand continuing to torture Hank’s shoulder blades as the other hand trailed back and forth from his ribs and his sides. “You’re, like, Nevada’s most dangerous Mercenary. And yet I haven’t even been thrown into a wall!” Deimos added, grinning at Hank’s misfortune as the man went limp again. “I hahahahate yohohou—“ Hank hissed through gritted laughter. “Have you even tried getting me off?” Deimos ignored Hank’s previous statement. As Hank began to lift himself with his elbows, Deimos’ hand suddenly shot underneath him and started prodding at his stomach. “YOHOHOHOU BIHIHIHIHITCH!” Hank fell back down.

That’s when a quiet *ahem* and knock on the doorframe made both the men look up. Sanford stood there, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and an amused look. “Dei, what are you doing to Hank?” He asked, and Hank felt Deimos’ hands slow down until they came to stop. Deimos snickered evily and put a knee on Hank’s back to keep him down. Hank didn’t like that, didn’t trust that evil giggle from Deimos— so he began trying to escape. “San, y’know what I found out?”

Oh shit. He wouldn’t. “What’d you find out, bud?” Deimos you’d better not. “Did you know that Nevada’s most wanted, dangerous Mercenary is ticklish?” That son of a bitch. “Oh, really now?” Goddamnit.

Sanford was waved over by Deimos, and the two started whispering to each other. Hank tried to listen in but to no avail. Suddenly the weight on his back was lifted and Hank tried to shoot away quickly.

But he was grabbed around the waist and pulled back into a heavy chest. Sanford’s arms held onto him tightly as they went back to the floor, except now Hank was sitting up. (Which was better, actually, because being sprawled on the floor like that really isn’t comfortable.) Sanford’s arms were hooked under his, crossed tightly against his chest and keeping him in place.

Deimos was sat at Hank’s legs, grinning at him with a look that could only mean chaos.

“I swear to God.” Hank rumbled, pushing against his captors. Deimos gave an evil chuckle as his hands curled into claws. “Deimos I’m warning you.” Hank pushed at Deimos with his foot, neither of them really acknowledging the now dirty shoe print on Deimos’ jacket. “One.” Deimos said.

…Excuse him?

“Two.” Sanford’s low voice followed.

Hank started wriggling in Sanford’s arms with a little more strength.

…

…

“THREE!” Suddenly both the men yelled— and Hank lost his shit. Deimos’ clawed hands tasering into Hank’s ribs and Sanford’s kneading into his hips. “OHOHOHOH MY GOHOHOD! YOU AHAHAHASSHOHOHOHOLES!” Hank suddenly shrieked in laughter. (It was so much louder than his voice, louder than his usual tone. It surprised all of them and Hank wasn’t sure if he liked the volume coming from himself.) Hank writhed in Sanford’s arms as he fought against himself. “Holy shit! Dei, you weren’t joking!”

“I know! Hank, you’re incredibly lucky that it’s just us who know about this!”

Hank thought about the idea of someone else finding out about…this. Whatever “this” was. Hank wanted to say something but all he could get out was that loud, wheezy laughter. And eventually he stopped trying to fight it, he went limp in Sanford’s hold and gave in. “SHIHIHIHIT! I’m gOHOHNNA KIHIHILL YOU TWHOHOHO!” You know, it’s really hard to be threatening when you’re being undone. His nerves felt like they were being electrocuted and were on fire, Hank’s legs kicked slightly. “GOHOHOD DAHAHAHMN IT! MOHOHOHOVE YOUR HAHAHAHANDS!”

Suddenly it stopped— Deimos’ hands stopped at least. Sanford’s were at his ribs now, poking and prodding between each bone. Hank screwed his eyes shut; Sanford’s hands were so slow and methodical it was driving Hank up the wall. Hank’s face was warm, completely undone to giggling. It was embarrassing.

“San, you wanna know something else?” “Deimohohos.” “Hit me, Dei.” “You behehtter nohohot!” “Hank’s scars are way more ticklish than the rest of him.” “You bihihihitch!”

That bastard. “Reaaaally now?” Sanford’s voice was low again, close to Hank’s neck. Deimos nodded. “Yuh uh.” Hank tried to squirm out again. “I hahahate you!” He listened as Deimos drew in a big, deep breath and felt as his shirt was lifted. (He knew today was a bad day to go without his jacket.) “Deheheheimos I swear to Gohohohod!”

Hank had literally no time to process anything before—

PBBBFFFTRRTTTT!

“OH SHIHIHIHIT! SHIHIHIHIT SHIHIHIT SHIHIT!” Hank squealed, he squealed. (Hank never wanted to die on the spot more than in that moment. Do you think that he could find Jeb or Tricky or someone to strike him down after this?)

Deimos had raspberried Hank’s stomach— against a huge ass scar that went from his left hip, over top and across his navel and to the right side of his ribs.

And Sanford had started blowing smaller raspberries against Hank’s neck, again, on the scars that went across it.

Hank literally felt like he was about to die in that moment. “OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHY I YEHEHEHEHILD! I YEHEHILD! I’M GONNAHAHAHA DIHEHEHEHE! STOAHAHAHAHAP!” Hank gasped, writhing and kicking his legs. And it was like that, the sensations just stopped. Phantom feelings buzzing through his body and against his skin. “Ohohoh my gohohd.” Hank breathed, his body somehow going limper against Sanford’s. Deimos grinned and Sanford laughed lightly. Hank felt Deimos press against his chest and a light squeeze of a hug from Sanford.

Hank panted lightly, cursing the two mentally. Deimos just grinned up at Hank. “Sooo. I think San and I win!” Sanford hummed in agreement as he nodded grinning too as he bonked his head against the back of Hank’s. “Somehow that went way better than I had expected it to go.”

“You two better sleep with one eye open tonight.” Hank threatened, feeling his body physically relax against Sanford and Deimos. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say.”

[chloebeale]

won’t you sing me your sweet lullaby

rating: T

word count: 1.6k

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Chloe had been warned on many occasions, by many people, that growing a child in her body would absolutely not be the most comfortable of situations, and at just over four months into her pregnancy, she is beginning to see just how right all of those statements actually were.

Not that she would change anything, of course. The terrible bouts of morning sickness, the almost unbearably sore boobs, the aching back, it is all worth it for the baby she and Beca have been trying to add to their family for what feels like forever now. They have so much love to give, so much love for each other, their baby truly is going to be showered with endless affection, too. So, it is worth it. It is all worth it, and Chloe outright refuses to complain.

Fortunately, despite being the one carrying their unborn child, Chloe is not left to suffer alone. No, maybe Beca does not feel the physical pain, doesn’t experience the mental exhaustion, but she has been the total definition of the perfect, doting wife throughout. It seems that all Chloe has to do is think about ice cream and Beca is suddenly right there with at least three different flavors for her to choose from; her face contorts into an unintentional wince and Beca is immediately there to rub her back.

In fact, Beca is so focused on Chloe and the baby, so intent on making sure that they are okay and that they have everything they need, that her own needs seem to be falling to the wayside.

And it really is so sweet of her to care so wholeheartedly, so incredibly nice of her to want to do her share, but Chloe is adamant on making sure Beca knows that she is just as important, too.

Chloe has never been the type to nap throughout the day. A morning person through and through, Chloe wakes up with the sun and seizes the day, but with the added exhaustion of growing an entire human, afternoon naps have kind of become routine. She fought them for a while, insistent that she could make it to bedtime on copious yawning alone, but it became quickly clear that she needed that time to recharge, and honestly, Beca kind of needed the break, too.

It is when Chloe is napping that Beca seems to be her most productive, it is when she takes the time for herself to do what she wants to do, and sometimes Chloe will prolong her time in bed, simply lying there post-nap and comfortable with her own thoughts, for the sake of allowing Beca that extra bit of downtime.

It proves difficult this afternoon, though, when Chloe hears the soft sound of melodic music floating throughout their home, for her not to want to go and see.

Music is an important part of their lives, it is what brought the two of them together. While Chloe still adores it, while she still sings constantly, it is something more of a hobby for her now. She has her veterinary career to keep her busy in a vocational sense, but music has remained everything to Beca. It is her job, it is in the way Beca expresses herself, and to hear Beca Mitchell make music is to know true, unbridled passion. It is the purest, most beautiful joy to behold, and Chloe cannot help but follow the soft sound floating from the living room to witness Beca when she is truly in her element.

She pads slowly at first, not wanting to disturb Beca’s musical flow, but apparently Beca must mess up a part of her song, something Chloe genuinely wouldn’t even notice if it was not for the way Beca quickly stops and mutters out an aggravated curse, the room effectively growing quiet and lending attention to the soft sound of Chloe’s bare feet tapping against the wood of the floor.

“Shit, sorry,” Beca says through a defeated sigh, shoulders slumping as she turns on her small piano bench to shoot an apologetic look in Chloe’s direction. “I knew I shouldn’t have done this while you were sleeping, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No,” Chloe shakes her head, shuffling closer to rest a hand delicately against Beca’s tensed shoulder. “You didn’t wake me.”

The scrunch to Beca’s nose tells Chloe that she doesn’t altogether believe her, but she chooses not to press, so Chloe only offers her a gentle smile, before padding over to slip comfortably into the space on the bench beside Beca.

“What were you playing?” Chloe hums, body melting beneath the way Beca turns her head to press a soft kiss to Chloe’s shoulder. “It sounded really beautiful, Bec.”

“Something new,” Beca murmurs, mouth still resting delicately against her shoulder. “Still needs some work. How was your nap?”

“It was good,” Chloe shrugs, though she is far more interested in Beca, far more interested in prolonging the amount of time Beca puts the focus on herself. “Will you play it for me?” she motions toward the piano, then glances down to the way Beca is still resting against her, gray-blue hues staring up at her through fanned lashes.

“Uh, I don’t know, Chlo,” Beca frowns, “Like I said, it still needs some work. Like, a lot of work,” she chuckles quietly, though they are both very well aware of how difficult a time Beca has when it comes to saying no to Chloe. All it takes is an exaggerated pout and a bat of her lashes for Beca to suck in a deep breath through her nose, and to easily relent. “You’re a pain,” she teases, shooting Chloe a heatless glare, before pushing another soft peck to her shoulder, then dutifully straightening up.

“I am,” Chloe agrees proudly, shuffling comfortably on the spot as she waits for Beca to begin to play.

Beca positions her fingers against the white keys, and Chloe’s gaze naturally follows her movements, hand instinctively settling over her small yet rapidly growing bump.

Chloe doesn’t play piano. She doesn’t play any instruments, in fact, so it always serves to amaze her as she watches Beca playing so expertly, so beautifully. It is like watching magic unfold, the way Beca’s fingers dance along the keys in such a fluid motion, and as the soft melody plays out around them, Chloe finds her own fingers gently tapping against her stomach, keeping time with Beca’s slow, somehow haunting creation.

She does this often; cradles the growing bump protruding from her small frame. Chloe does not know whether it is a protective thing or simply a form of comfort, but regardless, she does it a lot. As Beca plays, though, this is the first time Chloe has ever felt such a distinct movement back.

“Bec,” Chloe cuts into the soft sound, with Beca immediately pausing the rhythm of her fingers. Chloe glances down toward her stomach with a slightly hanging jaw.

“What? What happened?” Beca jumps instantly into natural panic mode, body twisting to better face Chloe. “Is it the baby? What’s going on?”

Chloe’s eyes are still trained on her stomach, hand still settled in the exact same place as another soft kick pushes against her palm.

“The baby kicked, they’re kicking,” Chloe says in a voice filled with awe. She doesn’t want to stop touching, doesn’t want to stop feeling the most incredible, most exciting sensation she has ever experienced, but she wants Beca to experience it, too. Quickly lifting her other arm over her middle, Chloe’s fingers wrap coddlingly around Beca’s hand to place gently by her own.

“Holy shit,” Beca practically chokes, hand slipping beneath Chloe’s to feel the movement directly. She glances upward through widened irises swirling with amazement, and Chloe responds with the kind of smile that will not stay at bay even beneath the way her teeth have sunk slowly into her bottom lip.

Beca’s body twists closer, free hand moving to rest over Chloe’s bump now, too. “Babe, oh my God,” she gasps, words quiet and awestricken. “I feel them. That’s…”

“I know,” Chloe nods gently, watching the interaction between her wife and their unborn child with a kind of love she cannot even fathom, that she cannot even attempt to put into words.

And Chloe has heard about these milestones, always thought it would be an adorable thing to get to feel for herself, but nothing could’ve prepared her for that look of utter wonder on the face of the woman she loves. Nobody could’ve ever told her how much true adoration she would be filled with as a shiny film of joyful tears swept over Beca’s gaze, causing the same to well up in Chloe’s brightened eyes, too.

“God,” Beca breathes, one hand slipping from Chloe’s stomach to instead grasp tenderly at her cheek, until she can stretch up and brush a slow peck to Chloe’s curved lips. “That’s so fucking cool.”

Chloe giggles quietly into the small kiss, head nodding gently. “It’s very cool,” she agrees, fingers brushing against Beca’s where their hands both splay protectively across her bump. “Bec, I think our baby really liked your song.”

Beca’s soft chuckle in response precedes her other hand rising to Chloe’s opposite cheek, until she can cup her face in the most delicate grasp. She pulls back from her lips, two sets of glossy blue eyes boring into one another. They do not need words, don’t need to verbalize anything to know how they are both feeling. They simply stare in a wordless exchange, Beca’s head gently nodding to tell Chloe that whatever she is thinking, however she is feeling, Beca is feeling it, too.

They have always been on the same page like that; their immeasurable love for their baby is no exception.

It really is all so, so worth it. It is so worth it for this.