#good night i want slep

[thelovelybitten]

random stendy headcanons (12:00 am edition) (pt 1 out of ???)

hi everyone, I’ve just passed 2 months with stendy in my life and I’m just feelin’ slapping down some hcs for no reason

cw: mentions of drinking, s*x and unaliving

junior high stendy would be just so messy

like they wouldn’t date in junior high just bc they broke up so much as kids

they rekindle in high school for maybe a year and a half

then SHIT GOES DOWNNNNN

Wendy drags his ass and Stan makes sure he does the same

everyone else in the school LIVES FOR THE DRAMAAAA

never to be mentioned again until college (two years in)

stan is such a clingy boy when it comes to wendy, physical touch is a must

wendy secretly likes being pampered by stan when she’s having a bad day

in turn she does it for him too

stan and wendy have a tradition of ice skating every winter on starks pond and it is SO CUTE

they are so touchy feely (but in certain places, lol��� don’t wanna make the friends cringe bc they are eskimo kissing or sumth)

kyle hates wendy so god damn much until they finally get together for good. even them being together again is a touchy subject

therefore bebe should hate stan ??? wrong. both bebe AND TWEEK hate stan. they are her defence brigade. craig has been a hater of the core 5, so since he's tweeks bf, he's automatically a wendy advocate.

i think stan and wendy would enjoy watching survivor for no reason other than stan yelling at the screen at all the betrayals and idol plays (and then saying it's a dumb show but then is screaming abt it again LMAO)

stan: I could do this easy, football drills have prepped me for this shit

also stan: can't be bothered LMAO

bebe and kyle sometimes come over to watch too !!!! mostly bc bebe and wendy are super fans, haha

wendy and stan are opposites when drinking, obvs wendy is a lightweight and stan is a heavyweight (thanks randy gdi)

wendy will try to one-up stan in a drinking contest and fails almost every single time

besides one night at their high school after grad party when they were pissed at each other... don't compete w wendy when she's pissed ok

other than that, they’re super all over each other drunk

probably would fuck in the bathroom or sumth

wendy would like moscow mules, not too sweet, but not too bitter

stan is a beer drinker until he dies, the stronger the better. during his depressive episodes, he will drink abt an ounce of everclear bc it's faster and makes him feel nothing.

wendy forbids him from drinking it but she knows stan doesn't care, esp in his dark times

kyle, kenny and wendy are the only people who are there when stan almost dies from alc. poisoning. he basically tried to unalive himself in front of his mirror with a razor blade, but was found just in time by his dad before he bled out.

all 3 kiddos are scarred by this. but they make sure stan goes to therapy and recovers well, esp. kyle, who takes stan to his appointments at the therapist's office every week.

wendy is the one who manages his prescriptions until stan recovers

and kenny makes sure his parents know everything that goes on with stan, only if it's causing him or someone else harm. he's the source of light, in all honesty (as he should be, that's my mf son)

sorry I'm ending this v dark but I didn't want to make this too lengthy

:D more soon

[cerubean]

today is a great day!!

[d-lanx]

[no-naem]

In a scenario where Kayano and Karma has a serious fight like Nagisa and Karma did in the civil war arc, I imagine it would be...very bloody and very brutal. These two are absolutely feral creatures who will stubbornly continue fighting and push past their limits until they can't move anymore.

We all know about Karma's fighting style. And for Kayano, she's probably a fast and hard hitter. Efficient at hitting the right spots and quick enough that you won't see her until it's too late. I feel like her kicks and punches could maybe make Karma stagger a bit but it won't do much to hurt him especially when he's an expert on blocking. Kayano's mobility is top notch like Okano and Kimura so she'll be able to handle Karma's direct attacks, being able to dodge and attack fast. But it won't last for long since Karma probably has more stamina. And, Kayano's lacking tentacles.

So of course the only other option...is to bite him to death. Clearly! Just bite him until he stops moving. :]

[sweetnsour1]

9:36:01

Angsty fluff, Bakugou x fem reader

Part 1 of Broken Collection

Go back to part 0

“An echo.”

“An echo?”

“Yeah, ya know-“ you interrupted yourself with a few waves of your hand…an attempt to summon some sense of understanding. “Like the same thing, but not…and it comes later.”

Your thoughts faltered when you looked up at the sound of a chuckle, but your timing was off. The evidence was already being erased from his lips with the pass of a scarred hand. A quick cough and eye roll reset his expression before he tried again.

“Yea, I get what an echo is. Don’t get how one brought ya here.”

You huffed, returning your gaze to your lap. This was all frustrating and so…so stupid. You were frustrating. You were-A slippered foot nudged your leg. He bent to your sprawled-on-the-floor level, hooking a finger beneath your chin, raising your probably bloodshot eyes to meet his naturally red ones. Your eyes watered as they widened at the close proximity. Fuck, he looked so good…and you were so tired.

“Hmm…fix your face.”

“Ugh, I know. I haven’t slep-“

“No, this.” Something ran across your lips, tracing the frown you didn’t know was on display. By the time you could process his touch, it was gone. He was standing in the doorway again. This time with his hand down, palm out. “Well, come on.” The rush of panic was instant, your head was throbbing, your ears were ringing, your thoughts frozen before they could start.

“Huh?”

“Did ya wanna sleep out here?”

“No.”

“Okay then.” He moved closer, and you let him help you up.

Ugh, standing felt like such a pain after a night of dancing with Mina and Kaminari. They were probably still out. You’d bailed after the third spot…once you realized you were in walking distance to-

“Ya good?”

You nodded, seeing he’d led you to the bathroom. “Soft,” you mumbled into the pile of folded somethings he pushed into your arms.

“Remember where everything is?” He paused for an extra moment while you blinked up at him. “Nothing’s changed.”

You must have nodded because he seemed satisfied before heading off to the kitchen. You wandered to the mirror, ignoring your reflection, and placed the clothes on the counter. Nothing’s changed. What a lie. So many things had changed.

However, he wasn’t wrong…quite a few things seemed to have remained: The extra loofahs beneath the sink, the clean towel hanging on the shower door because you’d always forget to grab one, lavender bodywash, color protecting shampoo, the drain cover to catch your hair before it wreaked havoc on the plumbing.

You let the water burn, and steam fill the room. Anything to hide these markers, these tiny headstones detailing who was here for a moment before having to move on. Eventually, you groaned and shut the water off. You couldn’t hide in here forever.

“What am I doinggg?”

“Using all the hot water in the building.”

“Shit!” You wiped at the shower door to reveal an empty bathroom. “The fuck?”

That same chuckle floated toward you. “Don’t worry, still out here.” A hand waved from the hall. “Ya didn’t shut the door.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry, idiot.”

“Sor-“

“There’s food when you’re done.”

It felt so fucking good to be clean. You were halfway through putting lotion on, freezing mid-thigh. You’d bought this…for him at first, but then a larger size when you ended up loving the scent. Now it was just something else on the long list of things you had avoided for months. You finished getting presentable enough to journey to the kitchen.

He really did look so fucking good. His shoulders were relaxed, no longer grinding up towards his ears. His breaths seemed calmer than before. His back and shoulders had gotten bigger in all the best ways, while his waist seemed smaller somehow. He finally had the undercut you’d pushed for years ago, but he’d never wanted to try. He really, truly seemed like he was doing so much fucking better. But you knew that…you knew…you had said…you-

You jumped as his hands grabbed your face. When the hell had he turned around?

“The hell? You okay?” His thumbs traced along your cheekbones. Oh, tears.

“Yea, yea…just tired.” You tugged free of his grip, backing away to sit in the living room, burrowing into the corner of the sofa you used to like best. He half followed, and you could feel the question coming. He opened his mouth as you rolled your eyes. “Promise.” He shut it again with a tch, disappearing into the kitchen again. It’s like you were running lines from a script you’d memorized.

The food he finally brought over was probably delicious. You could only register it was warm and filling. It was hard to focus on anything really. Too much alcohol, too little sleep, too many memories, just too much.

“So an echo?”

You paused, noticing you had slid a pillow between the two of you at some point.

“Mmm. It’s probably better if we don’t unpack that.”

The cushions shifted as he stretched his long arms up and back down to rest along the back of the sofa. You found your gaze ripped away from the shoulders you couldn’t stop staring at by that same soft laugh you’d missed so much.

“Probably. Still wanna hear it though.”

“It’s just a theory…”

“Ya love those.”

“Mhmm.”

“So what is it this time?”

“It’s just…we broke up.”

“That’s true.”

“Well we broke up because we thought-“

“We?”

“Well we broke up because I thought we weren’t bringing out the best in each other anymore. Everything was harder and stressful and exhausting. We both put work first, but that made us feel shitty at home. But if we took time off to be at home, we felt shitty about not being at work. We were too similar and enabled so many bad habits.”

“Yea yea, I remember all that from before. Now what’s this echo?”

“Yea, so…we broke up because I thought that might be true. Now it’s been a while. And we’re both doing much better. Great even. And it’s just like a shitty echo of the heartbreak. Ya know? Because it’s like proof that we’re better apart than together. And…”

“And?”

“And so I guess that’s why I’m here.”

“Hmm.”

“What?”

“Doin’ great, huh?” His fingers ran through his blonde hair. “Are you doing better?”

“What? I mean…I’ve never been ranking higher than I am now. And the agency-“

“Not what I asked.”

“You asked-“

“Not work. Are you doing better?”

“Oh…yes?” Finally you were looking when his eyes crinkled and his laugh was set loose. Pretty.

“Now ask me.”

“Ask you?” He was no longer laughing but his mouth looked ready to release another at any moment. “Um, are you doing better?”

His hand was just warm enough for you to not flinch as it made contact with your neck. His thumb stroked the side of your face. Your eyes closed and you leaned into the touch you’d stayed away from for most of the year. You opened them again, unsure of how long he’d let you rest in the literal palm of his hand. He was fully grinning now.

“Not at fuckin’ all.”

“Not at fuck-wait not at all?” Your thoughts were getting more sluggish by the minute.

“Nope.”

“But-“

“Yea work’s great, but I’m always great at work.”

“But…You seem so relaxed and happy and I dunno…different?”

“No shit. You showed up at my door like I ordered delivery.” He laughed at your pout before it was fully formed. “Guess you’re too exhausted to wonder why I was awake at two in the fuckin’ morning.”

“But…but you go to bed at eight.”

“Been a while since i could do that.”

“Why?”

“You’re not the only one getting chased by echoes, kid.”

“Oh.”

Mmmmmm still unsure where this one is going, but these two are tugging me along. So we’ll see

Next part

Masterlist

[isimarie2]

i think i got a little carried away

Chloe and Red go together to school for months

Chloe and Red begin to fall in love over time they go

Chloe is extremly closeted but someday when Red and Chloe are in an intensive staring contest Chloe breaks

She kisses Red and Red kisses back after a moment

Chloe tells Red that she is in love with her but she cant be and tells Red that they cant be together at the Moment

Red is hurt but tells her that shes wiling to wait for her "ill wait for you because im in love with you princess and thats why i wait till youre ready"

Chloe only stares at Red and turns away and runs because everything overwhelms her at that moment

She always had the dream of her perfect fairytail Story were she finds her prince but why is she so stupid and falls in love with a girl

She cries her self to slep this night and dosent notice that Red didnt came back

After two months the Sommer break arived and they go theire separate ways

Chloe goes back home and has panic atacks because she cant accepts that shes in love with Red and is scared that her family thinks that shes a freak

Red writes her to meet her at the enchanted Lake to talk and Chloe becomes a panic attack and her brother comes in and sees what happens and comforts Chloe

They talk and he finds out about the felings she has for Red she thinks hes gona be mad but he just sayes "i love you for who you are sis and it dosent mater who you love"

She tells him that Red wants to talk with her by the Lake and he tells her that she schould go and talk to her and that he will cover for her

so Chloe goes to the Lake they Fight and Red runs away with a broken heart (redssgirll Story is the perfect explaination what happened there)

After that night they didnt talk and when Chloe goes back to school she sees that Red is not there and just thinks that she will come later in the evening

but after a month of Red not returning to school she panics she calls Bridget if she knows were Red is but she only thought that Red was with her over the Sommer break and now in school

(Red wrote a Letter to the Principal and stated that she cant atend school at the Moment and faked her mothers signature)

Chloe hangs up and calls her brother and they both decide to search for Red

Bridget cals Ella and ask her what happened betwenn them and Ella dosent know so she orders Chloe to talk and they find out that Chloe is in love with Red because it sliped her out while rambling and because shes stressed as f

she panics but her parents are suportive about it

and then they locate Red with a spell

Ending 1 Happy

Chloe finds Red and tells her how much she loves her and that shes ready to try Red for the begining is realy hurt and tels her that she need time but after a month they come together and live happylie ever after.

Ending 2 sad but it turns out good

They find Red in an abandoned vacation house and there they find her laying in the bathroom pale and she's is barely conscious

Red cut her self and tried to kill her self and when Chloe sees her she panics "RED"

Red looks at her shocked to see her there "princess?" she asks weakly

"Yes its me youre princess Red" Chloe awnsers

Red only looks at her and sayes "Im tired princess" and closes her eyes

"No no no Red stay awake pls i dont wana lose you pls" Chloe says panicked

Red does not Respond and Chloe panics further

"R-red Red RED WAKE UP NO NO PLS DONT DIE"

Red gets brought to a hospital and she's in a coma for a long time when she wakes up she sees Chloe sleping on the hospital chair directly next to her bed

After a while Chloe wakes up and sees Red staring at her and she only looks at her and begins to cry " i thought you would die there" she sayes crying

"As would you care Chloe" Red awnsers mad at her

Chloe flinches and tells her what she came to conclusion with and that she realy loves her and that she will do anything to make it up to her she holds a whole essay about it and Red Interupts her

"Princess stop i still love you even if i tried not to it would not work i will always love you"

And Chloe cryes again and they talk everything out and come together and have theyre happy ever after.

Ending 3 Sad

Chloe finds Red but its to late she lais on the floor and dosent move and when Chloe gets chloser she sees that she dosent breath

first she thinks Red is just sleping but then she registers the huge blood pool around her and then the huge cuts on both arms

She crumbles and begins to scream and cry and then she gets caried out of there

Shes depressiv for a long while and on the dying day from Red she takes her own live because she cant live with out her anymore

And she gets buried next to Reds grave

maibe they see each other again in the after live or the next.

@redssgirll

The Story that got me inspired:

Short Version from when i planed what i write

I have the feling that the short planig is better than what i wrote

[badnoahmens]

I Took Your Keys, It Was Me - Part 5

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Words: 5.3k

A/N: part 5 of this series is finally here. I’m considering this to be the last one so I really hope you enjoy 🖤🤍

When you awoke, the pillow beneath your head had shifted, and Noah was no longer by your side. Sleepily, you look around. The sun was not long up, light shining in low beams of gold through the window.

When you write yourself fully, there was a small clattering in the kitchen. When you turn, you see Noah, lifting spoonfuls of a milky cereal into his mouth, some of which misses and plops back into the bowl. With a grin, he looks at you.

“Good morning sunshine,” he places the bowl on the counter, wiping a drip from his chin. The innocent nickname made your heart swell. “How did you sleep?”

He stood casually shirtless, leaning backward, his hips in line with the countertop. The tattoos that decorated all of his chest and stomach looked like they could be in a gallery. There were ones where the symbolism seemed obvious, but there were so many that sparked new questions.

You rub at one eye sleepily as a yawn escapes your lips, eyes eventually averting from ogling at his tattoos.

“Like a log, actually” you say tagged with a small laugh. Noah smiles in response and turns to place his bowl in the sink, then walks towards you swiftly. He leans down and lands a small kiss on your forehead, smoothing down some of your erratic hairs splayed everywhere with a gentle rub of his thumb.

“Would it be okay if I use your shower?” he asks politely.

“Of course, towels are just around the corner,” you gesture to the cupboard, and Noah soon disappears, the sound of water falling in the bathroom soon follows.

You take this opportunity to find your phone, which had been thoughtfully plugged in by Noah. You assume that you fell asleep long before he did. When you unlock it, you see a plethora of messages from your friend. Instead of replying to them all, you decided to just call her.

It took two rings, and then she was there.

“TELL ME EVERYTHING” she demanded. You couldn’t help but laugh at her brashness.

“He took me home, looked after me, and now he’s currently in my shower” you giggle. You felt like a school girl the way you were talking about Noah. It felt like the butterflies in your stomach were doubling by the second.

“And how are you feeling?” she then asked in a more serious tone.

“Better. I don’t think any of these injuries are that serious. Just a bit of a knock around and some intense bruises. I’ll be fine” you state calmly.

She hmphs in response.

“I’ll never forgive you for not telling me about Noah. But, regardless, tell me about EVERYTHING that has happened. How many dates? Have you kissed? Have you slep-”

“So many questions!” you interject, holding your hands up defensively even though she couldn't see you. You knew exactly where she was going with that.

“Well?”

“A few dates. I’ve met most of the band and crew, they are all so lovely. We made out last night, but it was too painful to take it any further. And that’s it. You’re up to date.”

“Take it further?” She pressed.

“You know exactly what I mean”

“No, I don’t. Please enlighten me”

“My chest and ribs were in too much pain so I had to pull back”

“Good on you for knowing when it was too much, but how did he react? Was he mad?”

The assumption made you wince a little, feeling like you needed to defend him.

“He was apologetic, actually. He was happy to stop. Didn’t want to hurt me.” Your tone was a little more serious now.

“Okay. So now what?” She asked. And that was a great question. Now what?

Now what, in terms of labels for you two, or now what, as in what’s the plan for today?

Your mind raced back to the conversation late last night, the one of Noah taking you to one of his shows.

“He’s driving me to their show tonight, and then driving me back. I think he’s worried I’ll hurt myself by overdoing it if I’m alone” you laugh at the absurdity. It wasn’t like you had lost any limbs or broken any bones.

“He sounds sweet” your friend coos.

“He is.” The sound of the water shutting off in the bathroom makes your heartbeat pick up the pace.

“I promise I’ll keep you up to date with anything else” you say, and then the two of you quickly say your goodbyes.

When Noah walks back into the room, you look up from your phone after going through all of your messages. His towel is hitched low on his hips, beads of hot water still clinging to his body. Steam trailed up into the air almost like a metaphor for how hot he looked at this moment.

His eyes were slightly bloodshot, dark irises looking straight into your soul, hair was slick and stuck down to his forehead, and you didn’t even dare let your eyes wander to the slight lump just beneath where the towel covered his body.

“I don’t exactly have a spare set of clothes, would it be okay if I used your machine to clean these ones?” The politeness was astounding, and the gentleness of which he asked made you become a little woozy.

“Yeah, of course, it’s down this way-“ you begin to stand, ignoring the fire inside of you when you flex your abdominal muscles. Noah noticed the slight wince and swiftly held his hand in your shoulder.

The strength of his grip was so controlled, nowhere near his full potential, but firm enough to know he wasn’t playing around.

“You need to stay seated and take it easy,” just as you begin to argue, he continues. “Doctors orders.”

You stare at him, hands grasping at the sofa’s fabric. Noah lifts an eyebrow at you, as though egging you on to continue, but you huff and fall back in defeat.

Noah grins, triumphantly at that, and then turns on his heels and around the corner again, the sound of the washing machine clunking to life echoes down the hallway after a few moments.

The following hours repeat much the same as that you have just experienced. Beginning a task, Noah firmly reminding you ‘doctor's orders,’ and then proceeding to act like a full time carer.

Lunch? Ordered and delivered.

Dishwasher? Unpacked and mostly out away correctly.

Rubbish? Taken out.

The only thing Noah couldn’t do for you was use the restroom on your behalf, even if he had tried to argue with you about it.

You shift and begin to stand, Noah immediately standing in front of you.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I need to pee, Noah.” You say bluntly, struggling to find an angle that didn’t hurt to pull yourself up.

Noah, although disgruntled, offers you his hands and helps pull you to a stand. Instead of letting you go, he instead traps you in his arms.

“This isn’t helping” you state, but didn’t even dare try and get out of his embrace. He didn’t respond, instead, kept you in his arms for a moment longer. When he did release you, he couldn’t keep his eyes from you as you turned to walk away.

Your business in the bathroom didn’t take long, but when you walked back to the living room, Noah was standing, pacing slowly around the room, his phone held to his ear.

“I don’t know why this is an issue now? You were fine with it earlier?” He argued down the line. He looked like an unimpressed mother the way he stood with one hand on his hip, leaning on one leg more than the other.

He didn’t meet your gaze when you entered, so you assume it’s none of your business. Instead, you return to your seat on the lounge and focus as much as you can on the tv.

“Fine. I’ll make it work. I’ll be there” he huffed, as though in defeat, and then hung up.

“So turns out,” he fell back onto the sofa next to you, bouncing slightly as he landed, “that we need to be there earlier than expected.”

You nod in response.

He continued, “there’s some media who want to do an interview with the whole band. I guess I gotta be there for that”

“I guess you gotta be there for that” you echo playfully.

With Noah’s new schedule for the evening, it meant you had to leave much sooner than expected. Time passed quickly and soon enough you were both in the car and not far from your destination.

The car ride was pleasant, filled with easy conversations, some karaoke sing-a-longs, and even now and then some comfortable silence.

Upon arriving, there was some chaos occurring at the rear of the venue, but Noah didn't seem phased. He coolly parked the car, helped you out of the seat by offering a gentlemanly hand, and then walked towards the hustle and bustle, all the while still holding a firm grip on your hand, like he was scared you would trip and fall.

Through the doors was a labyrinth of endless hallways, ominous doors and flickering lights. Windows were few and far between, but you put that down to the ambient design of the live music venue.

Noah led you effortlessly, unravelling the puzzle of the hallways, gracefully slipping between small gatherings of people, until he came to his desired door.

Along the way, Noah explained that the interview process always felt so forced and unnatural to him. The questions were always premeditated, rehearsed, and disingenuous.

“It’s always the same thing. ‘How are you feeling about tonight’s show? When is new music coming out? Any collabs on the horizon?’. Always trying to get a scoop of drama or intel.” Noah seemed frustrated already, but it was with a steady breath, he twisted the handle and entered the room.

The lights were so bright they almost burned your retinas. Squinting as Noah led you into the room, your eyes adjusted to see a flurry of people. Cameras being set up, mics and more lighting being rigged. The rest of the band sat on a tan sofa. Folio, Ruffilo, Jolly, and then an empty space. Closest to the empty space sat an armchair of a matching colour. Sat there was a man dressed plainly, T-shirt and jeans, who was too engrossed in something on their phone to pay any attention to the room around them.

Folios leg bounced up and down rhythmically, like he was practising a kick drum pattern for the show tonight. Ruffilo and Jolly were in a quiet conversation, throwing a casual head nod to Noah as he entered the room.

Noah looked around, finding a chair off to the side with a pile of equipment and cables on it. He relocated said like to the floor, ignoring the disgruntled look of media, and offered you the seat.

“You’ll get a good view of the whole thing here” he said pointing over his shoulder and the interview set up, “but it shouldn’t take too long.”

He hesitated a moment, and let go of your hand as you sat. He offered you a sweet grin, then turned to take his place on the sofa.

You saw Jolly nudge his elbow into Noah’s side as he sat, the menagerie of people beginning to take their places and roll cameras.

Watching the professional personas take over was fascinating. The way the band effortlessly discusses their answers to the meagre at best questions made the whole process very entertaining. Whether they knew it or not, they took turns in giving their responses, and would nod and hum approvingly if each other's answers. There was a chemistry between them all, like an unspoken language, where they just got each other.

It was 10 or so minutes in, the bland pleasantries long gone, and now the harder hitting questions were being asked.

“What do these records look like compared to your previous works?”

“Any plans to leave your current label once the contract is done?”

“Will your relationships become a distraction from the production of your new music?”

The interviewer was hammering them. He was digging for the details. Looking for the next juicy scoop.

But, it was that last question that echoed in your head.

Relationship?

Noah leaned back in his seat, arm was now resting along the back of the sofa. He took his time, considering the words he would use, how he could dance around this question but still give a satisfactory answer.

Well, that’s what you thought. You expected him to avoid discussing his relationships, let alone you, at any cost. What even were the two of you? There had been no discussion of what you were, only that you had been spending a lot of time together. Surely he wouldn’t let the world know that.

“I'm not distracted. I'm perfectly capable of maintaining my relationship and still producing a kick-ass record. I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we’re in the best place to actually live our lives currently.” Noah takes a moment, a fleeting glance in your direction, and then goes back to his answer.

“We’re lucky to have such good people surrounding us, if anything it’s going to help motivate us even more.”

It was for the most fleeting of moments, but Noah caught your gaze. His eyes flickered to yours almost like it was the reassurance you didn’t know you were looking for, that he was talking about you. You barely even noticed Jolly continuing on from Noah’s answer.

“We surround ourselves with good people, so only good things can come from that.” The rest of the band were nodding in agreement.

The man asking the interview questions, whose name you found out to be Tim, looked ecstatic. He had a hook into the personal lives of this otherwise mysterious band, and he wasn’t going to let go of it that easily.

“Noah, how do you think your audience will react to your new taken status?”

Noah rolled his eyes, removing his arm from the back of the lounge and leant forward on his knees. He held the microphone in one hand, the other waving too and fro to help emphasise his statements.

“Look, the thing I think people need to remember is that I’m a human that has a life. Shocking, I know. Yes, my music means a lot to me. Does that mean it’s the only thing in my life? No. People can think whatever they want, I can’t control that. What I can control, and what we will continue to do, is to put everything we’ve got into making music we enjoy.”

Beautifully, he had dodged the question.

Tim wasn’t happy.

“What does the rest of the band think?” He gestured his hand towards Folio.

“Doesn’t change our lives” he said with a shrug.

Tim grunted, then locked eyes with Ruffilo.

“It’s true. I think most people wouldn’t have even known if you didn’t bring it up in this interview” Rufilo stated calmly, throwing the drama back into Tim.

Clearly dissatisfied with this topic now, Tim moved into something else. The interview was quickly wrapped up mere minutes later. With the cameras now turned off, Tim, now out of the room, Folio, Jolly, Noah and Ruffilo all stood, stretching and heading for the door.

Noah glanced over his shoulder and waved you towards him, slinging his arm over your shoulder and leading you out of the room with him.

“That seemed like fun” you say to the group as they saunter towards the green room.

“One of the less painful ones recently,” Jolly responded.

“He didn’t want to let up with the relationship shit,” Ruffilo commented. You noticed the hint of annoyance on his voice, feeling a sense of guilt creep into the pit of your stomach.

“He’ll be happy with what he got,” Noah chimed in, guiding you into a new empty room of the venue.

You didn’t bring up anything else about the interview out of fear. Fear of adding unnecessary stress, of causing any more tension, and honestly you just didn’t want to be a problem.

You began to watch the flurry in front of you. It was like a well oiled machine the way they choreographed their warm ups. Taking turns for sound check, leaving for periods of time to set up gear, practising their instruments and vocals. This was second nature to them. That interview? Long gone from their worries, so you tried to do the same as best you could.

Noah was always in two places at once, looking like he was working on a thousand things, ticking them off from a mental checklist.

Checking, rechecking, and checking equipment a third time. He was meticulous. His eye for detail, from how the cables were taped down, the placement of the set lists, even observing the light show from various corners of the venue. Everything he did had a purpose, but the way he spoke wasn't demanding. Instead, his cool demeanour helped portray his vision, and the crew knew exactly how to translate that into their craft.

An hour has passed before you knew it, and the energy in the room shifted. More and more people started to filter through the rear of the venue, and soon enough what looked like the whole lineup for the evening's entertainment filled the greenroom.

You have been to plenty of shows before, seen many bands live, but this was a new experience for you. There was a strange sense of familiarity to it all as you walked onto the main floor, into a wide open space with the stage lit up, barred off only by a flimsy barricade.

It just looked so empty. The calm before the storm. The quiet echoes of voices started to grow louder as a small gathering of the crew entered into the room. You immediately felt out of place then, looking sheepishly to the floor and stepping in the opposite direction from where they were coming.

“Wait up!” A voice calls out, but you keep walking, thinking it was for someone else.

“Jeez, you walk quickly. Hang on Key Girl” you heard again, only then glancing over your shoulder. Miles half-jogged to you. “It’s good to see you again,” he said, then turned to look at the stage. “It’s pretty unreal, isn’t it”.

You admired the screens which rolled through different graphics, colours flooding onto the polished timber floors.

“I wanted to see it all from this point of view before everyone else came in,” you admit.

“So he’s got you watching from the side stage? Left or right?” Miles questioned. You didn’t exactly know what he was on about.

“I have no idea,” is your response, paired with a shaky, nervous laugh.

“He thinks his left side is his good side. If he says watch him from stage left, let me know” Miles comments with a wink.

Before you’re able to question him further on it, his name is called and he is gone, leaving you baffled.

“Doors open in 10!” Is loudly called from one end of the room, and immediately people are moving about. You see this as your sign to head back to the greenroom and prepare for the tsunami of people about to bust through those doors.

Lo and behold, the 10 minutes are up, and people are pouring into the once empty room. There is an excited chatter amongst everyone there as the place lights up from the beaming faces of the audience.

After straying from him for some time, Noah found you in a slight panic.

“Are you okay? Everything okay? Your injuries oka-“

“I’m okay. Good. Great even” you interject. Noah nods, your response not calming his jitters. It wasn’t you he was panicked about.

“What’s going on?” You ask, instinctively placing a hand to rest on his tattooed forearm. He was warm and you could feel his heartbeat pulsing quickly.

“Talk to me” you ordered, and Noah’s eyes met yours. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes, and lets out the air steadily.

“Remember the interview?” He asks, and it’s the first time since you were there that you thought of it. “I should have spoken to you first. I’m sorry. I didn’t think he would put it out so quickly. I shouldn’t have looked at the comments. I should have signed off.”

“What are you on about Noah?”

He looks sheepish then, avoiding your gaze and pulling your hand into his. He led you to a beaten up sofa in the corner of the greenroom. As you sat, the small crowd in there were murmuring, throwing quick glances in your direction.

Noah goes through something on his phone, bringing up links through different social apps, before offering it to you.

You take the phone, but instead of looking at the screen, you watch the way he buries his face in his hands. His long fingers tap anxiously as he leans forward onto his elbows.

“I’m sorry. I think I fucked up” he grumbles into his hands, barely audible. “Please don’t hate me.”

“Noah, you’re acting like you killed someone” you joke, but he doesn’t respond. So you look at the screen. You see a YouTube video loaded and a very familiar scene.

From what you saw mere hours ago, it was already uploaded into the digital world.

“I’m struggling to see what the issue is here” you bump your shoulder to his, and he finally sits upright. He takes the phone from his hand and swiftly fast forwards to the near end of the video, and passes it back.

The video played, the interview ended, and a new scene of Tim appeared on the phone. Perplexed, you turn the volume up.

“You heard it here first, Noah Sebastian is off the market” he said, speaking jovially to the camera. “Accompanied by his girlfriend this afternoon, Sebastian seems to be pretty confident that nothing will change, but I want to know what his fans think.”

What happened next made your heart drop - a photo of your side profile with a small smile on your face graced the phone screen. Noah groaned and put his face back into the palms of his hands as he leant back into the sofa.

The video continued to divulge information, from your name, hometown, even your age. Hearing it all spoken by this stranger online sounded alien, you needed to go back and watch it again.

You recognise the scene in the photo, the same room the interview took place in. You can just make out the back of a camera pointing in the opposite direction of you. Someone had sneakily taken your photograph while the interview was taking place. They were on to you before you even knew what was going on.

Watching it a third time, hearing your name clearly stated once again, made the severity of the situation clear. Your secret was out. People know your face now. Your friends and family didn’t even know this much yet. But most importantly, Noah’s girlfriend?

“I didn’t see them take that photo” Noah mumbles, still hiding behind his hands. “I didn’t want you to feel pressured. This fucker fucked that up. I’m so sorry.”

“Are you sorry that they got a bad angle of me?” You whisper, tugging at his arm in an attempt to release his face.

His arm drops and he looks at you quizzically.

“I don’t get it” he stares blankly, blinking as if to clear up your statement.

“I would have preferred to have better lighting” you joke, handing him back his phone. Everything inside you was panicking, screaming even to worry about this. But what was there to worry about?

People won’t like you for it, sure. But you’re not alone. Was it 100% true? You didn’t know, but that didn’t matter. What did matter was Noah and how he had got himself into a panicked state. He needed you to be calm, to help him be calm.

“Why aren’t you mad at me?”

The small gathering of people fell into a quiet, barely audible whisper. People sneakily peered in your direction, watching what unfolded between the two of you.

“Tim seems like an asshole, sure, but why would I be mad at you?”

“I just outed you to the world” Noah states matter-of-factly.

Failing to find the words, because although technically true, it wasn’t your fault, you offer him a shrug.

“And you’re not mad about it.” Noah concludes. The people in the room now being less obvious of their eavesdropping. You glance in their direction, and just like a cartoon they all scurry to appear busy. One even picked up a broom.

Your eyes are back to Noah’s looking significantly less panicked now. His state slowly became more himself.

“I’m more curious,” he admits.

“About what” he was quick with his answer.

You hesitate, but need answers.

“The girlfriend thing.”

He pauses, eyes darting between your pupils, waiting for you to look away. You don’t.

“Would you?”

“Would I what?” You press. A smile cracks on his face.

“You’re going to make me ask like we’re teenagers?”

“Damn right” you remark. His smile grows bigger.

“Would you be my girlfriend?”

“What did you mean earlier when you said ‘I should have signed off’?”

“What?” Noah stammers out. Clearly not the response he was waiting for.

“You said…,” you paused to clear your throat. “‘I shouldn’t have looked at the comments. I should have signed off.’” You look at him expectantly. His eyes widen and a light pink graces his cheeks. He begins to chew at his bottom lip and the panic starts to return.

“I… uh…” his hand raises and he rubs at the back of his neck as he looks at the wall opposite you. “Replied to some comments. Online.” He pulls a face that screams ‘I think I said something I shouldn't have’, but also one that seems smug and almost proud of himself.

“Youuuuuu didn’t.” you gasp. Knowing his history of snide comments online, things can get unhinged real quick. “What did you say?”

Noah stands and paces the room with his arms held behind his back. It looks like he is about to defend himself when people walk back into the room. The privacy of this conversation flew out the window.

Noah was taken by surprise by the sudden uprising of people in the room, standing still and watching more people walk briskly in his direction.

“Dude. Love that you’re sticking up for her. But come on.” Ruffilo states, emphasising his points with his hands. He meant no harm, but Noah was starting to get flustered.

“What else was I supposed to do?” Running his hands through his hair now, he checked the time on his phone. Folio came to his side, placing his hand on his shoulder.

“Fuck ‘em. It’s hardly the worst thing you’ve ever tweeted.” Folio seemed unfazed by this whole thing.

The comments continued to be thrown around about how they are going to handle the situation. You used the distraction to check it out for yourself. Trying your best to filter through the comments about you, you sought the Bad Omens page and saw recent replies to some comments.

Noah was defending you, putting people in their place after throwing out allegations, making memes of the photograph they used of you, and blatantly spreading rumours.

Noah, being the cool ‘I don’t use social media’ guy he is, instantly jumped into it.

There were only a handful, but the casualness of how he owned the word ‘girlfriend’ made you blush a little.

‘At least I have a girlfriend’ was one.

‘This is why we can’t have nice things’ was another.

‘Let me know when someone can finally stand your bullshit’ was the last.

Each response was calling people out, and his sassy replies were finally putting people in their place.

You scrolled through the thread reacting to his comments. And by some miracle, people were getting it. Their attitude began to change, albeit small.

Subtly as you can, you put your phone away and walk over to Noah, whine seemed to be putting up his walls as he argued with his crew.

“Look, what’s done is done!” Jolly spoke diplomatically, trying and failing to speak over the rising tide of voices.

They all looked exasperated and lost, clearly having no idea what to do. You went to Noah’s side and loosely wrapped an arm around his back, hitching a grip onto his waste. He instinctively hung an arm around your shoulders which he rubbed his thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose.

“You guys are really worked up over this, huh” you comment. Seeing their expressions falter to confusion confirmed your point.

“You’re strangely calm for being the epicentre of the storm,” Ruffilo laughed. It was the first time he cracked a smile since he walked in the room.

You offer a shrug in response. “Took the pressure off of me announcing it to the world.”

And for the first time, they all seemed to agree.

Noah pulls you closer to him, wrapping both his arms around your shoulders, and buried his head into your hair. You can feel light kisses being peppered into your head.

“Thank you” he murmurs loud enough for only you to hear.

“Is there always this much drama before you play a show?” You ask, and they chuckle.

You had succeeded and their guards were coming down. It didn’t take long before everyone was acting like themselves once again.

You couldn’t help but notice how Noah didn’t leave your side. Whether or not you thought it was because he still thought your injuries were worse than they really were, or that with this newfound relationship that he didn’t want to leave your side; you weren’t complaining.

Whether it be hovering his palm on the small of your back to help guide you through the hallways, offering to buy you a drink, shifting his weight and adjusting his posture any time you started to fidget by his side. It was all those small, thoughtful gestures that really made you see what kind of person he was like.

He cared for the small things, the things that would most usually go unnoticed. The straw he got for your drink, when he held the door open for you walking into any room, even the sweet glance thrown your way when he was across the room and you were mid-conversation with Jolly just to make sure your leg wasn’t bouncing with nerves again.

It just felt right.

Before you knew it, the time had come for the main act to start. Opening bands had been and gone, and the headliner was up next. The crowd sounded amped up, a thrill running through the air like electricity. The band had choreographed this, and had begun their walk down the runway. Red and white lights were beaming and twirling around the stage, the screens cycling through a cacophony of images and digital artefacts.

Just as Noah was about to walk on stage, clutching his ski mask in one hand, he looked at you with admiration. He grasped the sides of your face in his big hands and planted a kiss tenderly to your lips. You learnt into it, lingering in the fleeting moment of his warmth, almost making you feel lightheaded and swoony. When he pulled back, all too soon, he had a new sparkle in his eye.

“Watch me from stage left tonight” he ordered. Pressing a kiss on your forehead, he slipped the mask on and jogged to the stage, throwing you a wink before he fell into character for the night's entertainment.

[meekahy]

Insomnia

Sorry it's short! It's cute and if you haven't seen Hot Fuzz, you should. Classic.

It was 3am, you tossed and turned. Quinn was fast asleep. Or you thought he was until he grabbed your hip, preventing you to turn over again. 

“Baby, stop turning. Just come here,” he mumbled into your hair as he pulled you ontop of him. He started to rub circles on your back as you laid your head on his chest.

“Quinny, I just can’t sleep,” you groaned, flicking a piece of lint off his shirt.

“I know, you have been turning over and over for hours. Why don’t we get up and watch a movie on the couch? I’ll make you some tea,” Quinn suggested as he trailed his fingers across your cheek.

“That sounds like a good idea,” you smiled. Quinn pulled himself from your grasp as he made his way into the kitchen to turn on the kettle so you could have tea.

“Honey, what kind of tea do you want?” He yelled from the kitchen.

“Hmm, maybe hibiscus peach? Or sleepytime?” you wondered as you walked over to his side and let your hand rub up and down his back. 

“Sleepytime,” Quinn confirmed, laughing, “you’ve barely slept.”

“Smart boy,” you cooed as you smiled at him. He looked so sleepy. He had a game that night and with you rustling in your sleep, he wasn’t able to sleep either.

He grabbed a mug and the tea and turned toward you while you both waited for the kettle to whistle. 

“I’m sorry you can’t get any slep because of me,” you whispered as Quinn’s arms wrapped around your waist. You slipped your arms around his shoulders in response.

“Oh, that’s okay. It just means I have more time to spend with you,” he said before placing a small kiss to the tip of your nose. You tugged on the collar of his tshirt and pulled him in for a kiss. His hands still on your waist, he deepened the kiss. After a few minutes of feeling him on your lips. You jolted, breaking the kiss as the kettle whistled loudly.

Quinn laughed at your reaction, loosening his grasp on you to tend to your tea. He poured the hot water into your cup. “Do you want honey?” he questioned, moving towards the cabinets. 

“Yes, please,” you sang as he poured drained some honey into the tea. Quinn handed you your tea and guided you into the living room. Carefully carrying your tea down the hall, you managed not to spill the hot liquid.

“What movie do you want to watch?” Quinn asked as he plopped himself on the couch, arm out, waiting for you to snuggle up next to him.

Sitting right next to him, you pondered as you sipped from your tea. “How about Hot Fuzz?” you asked.

“Oh, hell yeah,” he exclaimed as his arm snaked around your shoulders. He picked up the remote and put on Hot Fuzz. It was one of your favorite movies. You quote it a lot and hopefully knowing the storyline will get you sleepy.

“What’s the matter, Danny? Never taken a shortcut before?” Sergeant Angel asked Danny before jumping the fence and doing a flip. Danny being amazed, tried to do the same before slamming right through the fence, receiving a belly laugh from the both of you.

“God, I love this movie,” you mumbled to Quinn as you finish the last of your tea, setting the cup down on the coffee table and snuggling into Quinn’s side even more.

“Yarp,” Quinn replied making you cackle. This movie is pure gold humor. Near the end of the movie, Quinn noticed your head on his shoulder and you not laughing to the funny parts of the movie.

“Babe?” he whispered into your ear. With no response, he turned off the movie and carefully picked you up bridal style and laid you down on the bed. He climbed back into bed and pulled you close. Quinn placed a kiss on your hair before closing his eyes and falling asleep as well.

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

4 Minutes Analysis

There are either two or three possible timelines so far:

The "Present" Aka the scenes in the begging of each episode is One Distinct linear timeline:

EP 1 = We See Tyme getting shot - someone getting an heart attack in the hospital (proabably Great)

EP 2 = Tonkla attacks someone in the same field his brother was found in. With a big rock, same way his brother died.

EP 3 = Inspector Win finds another body (probably the body Tonkla killed the night before)

The Second Possible Timeline is Past 1 (the past where Great saves Dome and has the visions):

Great starts to have visions. The four minutes into the future things and the vision of him Tyme.

Dr Den starts to interrogate people about the 4 minutes into the future thing.

He saves a woman that he would have hit with his car

This causes him to meet Dr Tyme at the hospital and have that vision

Title Kidnaps his ex girlfriend and hits Dome. Great saves hims and the girl thanks to a vision. He goes to the hopital with Dome and meets Tyme again.

Korn is having trouble with the casinos. Ignores Tonkla multiple phonecalls and text. Sleeps with a woman in a somewhat coearced situation. [If Tonkla's brother is not dead in this timeline what are the incessent phone calls about??]

Tyme gets info on the casinos by a mole he knows.

Great and Tyme meet again at Uni (Great sees a different message on a thai latte asking for forgiveness instead of treatment of his wound).

Tyme asks Den about the 4 minutes into the future thing. While Great treats his wound.

Great has more weird visions of what looks to be a University Girl while on the "date" with Tyme after the hospital visit.

Tyme goes home with the White cat plushie from their date after Great gets more sexy time visions.

The mole in the casinos gets discovered and captured.

Great is at home sees the 11.01 clock again. And has both the plushies at his house [I thought Tyme went home with the white plushie, is this the future? Am I wrong with something or fixating on the plushie for no reason?] and highlights all the vision moments he has had.

Great meets his brother and tells him about the visions. Korn still not calling Tonkla back.

Tyme attacks Korn to get info on the mole and takes his mask off for Great to see his face.

The Third Possible Timeline is Past 2 (aka The Timeline where Great never gets the visions/Dome is Tonkla's brother idea):

Great hits the woman that jumped in front of him. [Does that mean he never goes to the hospital and never meets Tyme??]

Title kidnapps the girl and Dome

Great doesn't have the vision and doesn't save Dome who dies. [Does that mean he never goes to the hospital a second time and he Tyme never bond?]

Win investigates the Tonkla's brother case. And gets immidiately smitten by Tonkla.

Tonkla spirals down, can't contact Korn.

Win gets taken off the case by his boss who is known for accepting bribes.

Win goes to Tonkla to inform him because he wants to prove him that there are still good cops (or maybe to himself too let's be real - here's hoping we will see the first Dr Sammon cop to say ACAB and leave the force at the end)

Tonkla spiraling, high and guilty sleps with Win (SIDE NOTE: This is the second time my boy asked to be fucked raw I swear to god if by the end of the series nobody grants his request once - me la lego al dito - not sure how to translate that in english but the phrase is an idiom that is used to say "I'll remember that")

Win goes to Uni to see a girl to get info on the murder and gets a weird threatening message instead left by a different student that we don't see the face off.

I have highlighted in red my comments over problems and issues I have with this theory. But there is more problems:

Why are we seeing just Tonkla and Win in the second timeline?

Why didn't the timeline split before when Great saw the woman?

Did the timeline split before?

Are we going to see Tonkla non grieving at some point in the timeline where Dome is alive if that is indeed his brother?

Did we just not see Dome ask for his family because the scene was fast and he was tired/confused?

If all the visions are moments where Great made a bad decision the first time around (aka Past two) then doesn't it mean that Great was in each and everyone of those moments the first time around as well? and made a slightly different decision?

What does that mean in terms of Tyme and Great meeting, if he never stopped with the woman he never went to the hospital and if he never saved Dome then he never went to the hospital the second time. Tyme and him wouldn't have meet? But we know they meet because Great is seeing images of them having sex from the future/present timeline.

If Dome is Tonkla's brother does that mean that in Past 1 Win is not involved in the case/never meet Tonkla? Are we going to see them meet again a second time?

[marvelita85]

You were determinated to try and salvage some of your former relationship with prince Aemond, your uncle said hurtfull words at dinner but you were friends and because of Alicent and your mother's damaged relationship all their children suffered the consecuences

- can we talk?... - you were waiting for him later when he come out of the library

- is there anything left to say princess..

- a lot... Aemond you're my friend... we were best friends when we were kids and since i've arrived you have treated me as I am a stranger... a dangerous one... why?...

- you know very well why...

- I didnt take your eye... I wasnt even there that night

- would you have defended me or your b... brothers if you were - he stoped himself from saying the bastard word again

- we were all children Aemond... now you are an adult and Luke is still a boy... he is the same age you were at that time...

- and what do you expected of me princess...- you rise your eyebrows in a defeated way

- not this cold treatment... but I can see you dont concidered me your friend anymore... I'm so sorry I bother you my prince ... - you turn away but before you could walk away you froze by his word

- you meant the world to me... you left and my world shattered in pieces... all these years are the reminded of you leaving me alone

- are you aware I couldnt stay I was only 10, I had to go with my mother that didn't mean I didn't care, I wish I could stay with you and hold your hand... - you reatched for his hand waiting for him to reject you but he didn't... he hold it, you hold his gaze and you tried to not hold your breath

- your eyes were always the most beautiful, the green of your left eye is so clear like the ocean close to dragonstone shores... you look exactly like my gransmother Alissa, you are right you were always good with me... but what happend with your brothers is something I cant forgive

- then our future is not going to be posible

- what do you mean?

- our betrothal, I will ask for its anulment, I came to speak to you about it but now I know I wont be able to marry someone who hates me and my brothers

- I dont hate you... I cant.... please dont leave me again....

- we can live in Dragonstone when my mother is queen or leave my brothers there and I can live here with you... I'm just trying to make the best option for all of us... Aemond I want to marry you more than anything but I dont want you feel like this either

- you are going to be princess Visenya Targaryen...

- and you are going to be my king consort after my mothers rule... you will rule with me...- Aemond looked at you surprised because he didnt believe you wanted him to be your king - our children are going to rule after us...

- I wish for that life beside you too... - he grab both your arms and got even closer to you...- I wish I could kiss you...

- we are betrothed, I think we can kiss before we get married...

- my mother would think is less than apropiated..

- the queen will survived... for I wish for you to kiss me - one of his hans hold your blush cheek and his lips touch yours, soft and sweet at girst but when you gasp he took advantage and let his tongue caress yours in a dance that both of you finished with your bodies heated and your cheeks blushed

- will I see you tomorrow...

- my mother has decided to stay and I will stay with her, with you...

- I will ask my mother tomorrow to prepared our wedding before Rhaenyra's assention... I cant wait any longer for you to be mine...- you smile and he kiss your hand goodnight before letting you go back to your chambers... you slep that night with hope everything will work for the best

[majorproblems77]

A thought occurred to me.

Sky is a knight. He trains every day. He slep a lot, but he trains every day.

And he went toe to toe with Demise, after slapping his sleepwalking bum down like three times.

My point of this. He a strong boi. Which tells me he’s as ripped and strong as Twilight?

Is Blorbo ripped under his clothes and the game just denied us seeing?

OOOHHH a good question, and While I do have a take on this I've gotta be careful how I word it to avoid spoilers. You got me researching things, (And mass comparisons cause I live in kilograms but I know my American friends don't. So I've got both! :D)

So, Here we go :D

Sky is strong, he's very strong, but he's not as ripped as say Twi. He's lived at high altitudes his whole life and trains on the daily, eats pumpkins on the regular alongside what I can only assume is actually quite a healthy lifestyle. But I wouldn't say he's on Twi's level. Twilight is by a long shot the strongest of the links.

He's not a ranch hand like Twilight or say Time. He's not lifting masses of weights on the daily. He's training with a sword that's actually pretty light in comparison.

I did research for this

So taking the master sword as a Longsword blade, from my rough research into the blade. And assuming that Sky always trained with a Longsword. (I don't know about the goddess blade, but I'm working on the master sword dimensions.)

An average longsword weighs approx 1.5kg, (3.3 pounds) - or about a bag and a half of sugar. Which would be heavy, to begin with, but if you lifted that same weight for years without changing it, it would become really easy to lift. Like how if you lift your work or school bag all year it's easy to lift after a while.

After a while it's second nature, it just becomes an extension of yourself.

Sound like anyone? Who can swing a sword like it's nothing??

Whereas in comparison, Twilight works as a wrangler. He wrangles goats. Goats are a little heavier than that. Lets say about (65 - 100kg (between 140 - 220 pounds). Using the midpoint at about 80kg, or 176 pounds. (Or in terms of bags of sugar, 65 - 100 bags) As i couldn't find any information about Ordonian goats but did find information about goats. LOTS OF GOATS

Goats are just heavier. By a bunch.

Man I rambled a tad there

Basically, No, Sky isn't ripped. He's just got one hell of an adrenaline rush. You could even say he was fuelled by spite and hate, the determination to save Zelda and destroy the guy that caused him all the pain in the first place and became superhuman for a while before what I can only assume is crashing so damn hard he slept for several weeks.

But thats all I can say, I don't want to give away spoilers. Spoilers are bad. We ain't here for that.

This was an interesting thing to look into this Friday night, thanks for the ask! :D

[retrovrt]

I need to hear Jervis say the missile is very tired, he is eepy. the missile has had a very long day of splashing bandits and wants to take just a smol sleeb. he eeby and neebies to sleeby. mibsile sleepy and need bed-bye time. the missile is currently experiencing critical levels of being a sleevjy lil guy and needs to go to bedb. he is ver tired and needs to slep. just a little sleejing time as a treat. midsilylele neebs to slek, ver twired boyo, just a lil guy. mibsipilibille needs his beaty sleeb. look at him go! he yawn big cause he skeejy, neebs to falafel asleep. nini time! good night, mister the missile.

His pitch keeps changing I CANT BREATHE

[tarot-by-e11e]

Hello!!

Thank you so much for this game.

I hope my ask finds you thriving!

I'm S.R,

I'd love to participate in your inner demon game.

“which fictional creature has a semblance to me”:

There's this creature called "extra unknown" In a korean comic, which I think resonates with me. Because sometimes I can be too extra— lash out, yapping. And i feel unknown as to who I really am and towards the unoccurred future too, the creature was most of the times as shadowy/black figure, so do I feel about myself, although sometimes I want to get engulfed in the blackness too. (weird, I know..).

IF it's plausible, can you provide a gist if a negative soul or something is haunting me? Because I've been experiencing paranormal things, like an year or so ago, the photo I kept above the book it ended up inside the book beneath another photo. Night terrors, from which I'd woke up screaming terror, or recently when I was sleeping and felt a human-like hand grabbing my foot lightly and I jolted awake scared. Then I slep after that, only for a nightmare to come in which I stabbed my in-real-life-dead uncle, and I stabbed him till he got converted into black-slime-y like entity (my dream self thought in the dream "i'll kill my negativity like this" While stabbing) Thing is, my brain is so attuned when I'm sleeping, so, that's why I think it was not mere hallucination.

thank you so very much for your time and energy, truly.

(Previous) :

I despise Tumblr now that I know the tweaks of it almost made you cry..!!

Trust me, I'll gladly spoil for I feel honored to do so!

It's good to hear, and I'm proud of you. ^^

Do remember to take care of yourself whilst the chaos and beauty of life! ❣️❣️

Hi SR,

Thank you so much for participating in my Inner Demons ask game.

A manhwa, what's the title? Care to Share? For an extra unknown character, the fact that you've resonated to it in such depth seems to really have struck a cord in your heartstrings.

With your request, if I don't mention it here, I'll try to pull cards and DM you. Is that okay with you? However, based on your description, it's a cross between a monitoring spirit and a trickster energy. Have you ever tried cleansing your place thoroughly? There are tons of ways to do that, just search it up online. But you know, always used discernment, okay?

So the cards I pulled are: 8 of Swords, Ace of Wands, King of Coins

By any chance, have you always felt watched, restricted, and monitored on your every move? Like you were never free? Free to decide how you live your life? Were you never allowed to feel free to dream big or want more? Were you only ever allowed to choose between pre-selected choices in your studies or career by people of authority?

Or have you always been in an environment that barely survives day by day, and deems anything personal or exceeding necessities as wasteful, unnecessary, or selfish? Were you always expected to make a decision that has everyone else's needs in mind, but the moment you wanted something just for yourself, you were branded as this shameless, ungrateful brat who's wasteful and greedy? Were you always forced/expected to always give, to the point where you are left with nothing for yourself at the end of the day?

For starters, I would like to send my sincerest empathy and sincerity your way. You don't deserve to be deprived of your own free will and desires. I'm here to tell you, that it's okay to want, to desire, to dream for more. It's okay to be ambitious and work harder to have a better future.

It's absolutely okay to unapologetically put yourself first because my dear, you've given and they kept taking from you, till you have nothing left to call your own. You never deserve such unjust cruelty. I may not be there with you physically, but I do hope you know that I'd give you the biggest and warmest hug if I could. I'm so sorry you've gone through that. Danggg your reading is making me cry.

I'm here to tell you that Inner Demon is what I'd like to call "Best Kept Treasure". Now you might think why would your Inner Demon be called like that, when you've literally gone through the worst and still shocked that you've barely survived.

Let me ask you something, why do you were you so confined and restricted in the first place? What parts of you were the adults in your life trying to contain and control? What exactly are you capable of that they don't want anyone, especially you, to find out? And why won't they want you to know about yourself that you have yet to realise?

Sit with that for a bit... think it through... To give you a little hint: Think about the government. What happens when you let people who lack common sense and basic education vote? How do you expect them to make a wise decision? How do you think they would decide who to vote for?

Okay, have you noticed it already? People who don't know their own strength and power tend to fall prey to manipulative gaslighters. If people were more educated and well-informed, then the outcome drastically favor for the betterment of everyone's future.

Just like the example above, you have untapped potential that other people want. You have hidden strengths you have yet to acknowledge. You were simply and unfortunately taken advantage by those who planned to abuse your kindness and naivety.

If that's too political of an interpretation for you, think of having a vintage ring you've inherited from your grandmother being assessed and two different pawnshops. One is local pawnshop that just happen to open up a few months ago, while the other is a seasoned pawnshop that deals with rare and vintage artifacts.

When you go to the newly opened pawnshop, they might give you a handful of money by basing its worth by gram. Whereas if you go to the seasoned pawnshop, you'd be shocked to find out that the vintage ring was part of a limited edition released collection from your grandmother's native country, worth millions, can go higher, depending on the bidding price.

Two assessors, one became an assessor for the sake of making money, the other is backed by experience and decades worth of reliable knowledge of the industry. The one lacking knowledge and experiencing didn't know how to handle and see the worth of the ring. Whereas the experienced one knew the history, lore and origin of the ring, as they knew its worth and know how to handle it with care.

That's how people are with you.

People who don't know how to handle your worth will abuse you and misuse you. People who know your worth and get triggered and insecure as they compare themselves to you, will always make sure that you never realize how valuable and powerful you are capable. And then there are people who do know your worth and will treasure and honor you as you so rightfully deserve.

And what you want is a new beginning, a fresh start, something new that inspires you to do better and be better. Could be a new career change, relocation, vacation, or passion project. You are searching for a reason to get inspired and do and be more than what you currently are.

And how you go about this with your Inner Demon is realizing that the keys to your freedom are already in your hands. Your gilded cage was always open. You just need to learn to shift your perspective and witness that you've always had the power to change your fate from the very beginning.

In order to do that, you'll need to learn about yourself. Introspect, shadow work, go to therapy, journal it out. Do anything and everything to figure out what are you actually capable of, what you actually want from life, and what do you truly desire that's just yours.

Take the time and create a safe and judgement free environment where you allow yourself to feel safe to exist as you. Give yourself some grace as you learn more about what you want it life. Treat yourself with compassion like a child that's just learning to walk.

Never forget, the path and keys to your future have always been in your hands. You need only to learn how to use it to your advantage.

So let yourself be ambitious. Let yourself aspire and work hard for more. Dream more and dream big. Travel anywhere you want. Eat all the foods you've always wanted to try.

Don't just live to survive, live to feel alive.

This concludes the end of your reading. Do let me know how this resonates with you. Feel free to show some support via my Buy Me A Coffee here (This reading is for entertainment purposes only.)

[shinyshade8026]

hru..?

the missile is very tired, it is eepy. the missile has had a very short night of no sleeb and wants to take just a smol sleeb. they eeby and neebies to sleeby. mibsile sleepy and need bed-bye time. the missile is currently experiencing critical levels of being a sleevjy lil guy and needs to go to bedb. it is ver tired and needs to slep. just a little sleejing time as a treat. midsilylele neebs to slek, ver twired enby, just a lil guy. mibsipilibille needs its beaty sleeb. look at them go! they yawn big cause they skeejy, neebs to falafel asleep. nini time! good night, shade the missile.

(I am very eepy)

[pama-saga]

the puter is very tired, they is eepy. the puter has had a very long day of emotional confrontation and wants to take just a smol sleeb. they eeby and neebies to sleeby. pubter sleepy and need bed-bye time. the puter is currently experiencing critical levels of being a sleevjy lil guy and needs to go to bedb. they are ver tired and needs to slep. just a little sleejing time as a treat. pyutertrl neebs to slek, ver twired boyo, just a lil guy. puitelitirlele needs their beaty sleeb. look at them go! they yawn big cause they skeejy, neebs to falafel asleep. nini time! good night, the puter.

I love you anon have a doodle

[marxthedumdum]

Got a story for you.

Daisy is sleeping at night. In her bed.

She wakes up from a nightmare about the Rattata that attacked her, and her Pokémon being stolen. She sniffles, trying to sit up, yet she suddenly feels strong arms, gripping her tightly. She panics, looking at the individual.

"...no escape from me~..."

Daisy sees Steven, just laying there, with a malicious grin on his face. Before Daisy can react, she's suddenly buried under the blankets and mauled by him in a devastating barrage of tickles. Steven is the ultimate tickle monster, sent on his own volition to save Daisy from her nightmares.

my firered rocket edition propaganda is spreading les go /j once steven gets her ass its so daisyover for daisy 😭😭😭 hes not letting her go until daisy could peacefully slep. and if shes having a bad time again? steven will do it again (or just cuddle w her for the rest of the night if daisy doesnt like the tickling anymore after the first time) ALSO EXTRA imagine outside Cuddling Daisy hours (can be daisy going to work and doesnt want steven to interrupt her, or just want a bit of alone time and not face any chaos good or bad or stuff like that), he'd. stalk (and plan the murder of who attacked daisy) the team rocket admin!player (iirc you are promoted to admin when you get to interact with daisy) and their dumbass assistant ronnie (another grunt (the one that attacked daisy with hyper fang from raticate (yeah its a raticate not rattata 😭))) arguing with each other after him doing the dumbest shit, and if admin!player knows who daisy and steven is and theyre like 'dude wtf youre gonna get us killed ik i get to steal pokemon from girls but HER??????' 'who the hell is she?' 'bro'