#he's still sad glasses twink to me

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

I know nothing about this guy or this show but people keep putting him in Situations on my dashboard and I think that’s very funky. I love him.

(I will be watching it you don’t need to go into my inbox I know it’s good lol)

[deepfrost-citadel]

"You know," Xisuma said, peering cautiously over Cub's shoulder at the museum's latest addition, "When you said you wanted to show me a new exhibit, I wasn't expecting…" He trailed off.

Evil Xisuma glowered at him from inside their enclosure.

"…This."

To say Evil X looked a little miffed about the situation would be an understatement. At least Cub had done a nice job decorating, Xisuma thought, between the blackstone and crimson wood, Evil X looked right at home - if they weren't sitting grumpily in their 2-by-1 lava pool, surrounded by the mangled remains of whatever Cub had put in there for enrichment.

"Surprise!" Cub grinned, doing jazz hands at the enclosure, "I know what you might be thinking-"

Xisuma doubted that somehow.

"- 'Cub, Evil Xisuma hasn't done anything this season! They aren't a historic artefact! They shouldn't be in a museum!' But!" Cub wagged a finger triumphantly, "They are important to the history of Hermitcraft as a whole. So really, if you think about it, they definitely belong in a museum."

"… Okay?"

"Glad we're on the same page."

Xisuma wasn't sure if anyone was ever on the same page as Cub. Except maybe Scar.

"Now! As you can see, I've been decorating their enclosure, trying to add some interactive elements for guests and such." Cub pointed towards a line of redstone lamps at the top of Evil Xisuma's enclosure, "These show you how much electricity they're generating when they do their lightning hands thing. I'll be honest with you, it's broken a few times already so it's still a work in progress-"

"… Is that what all the lightning rods are for?" Xisuma frowned, eyeing the entirely lightning rod-ed ceiling.

"It is indeed!" Cub said, ignoring the twinge of concern in Xisuma's voice, "Well, a little. Mostly it's a safety thing, it wouldn't be good to have guests being electrocuted, now would it?"

"I suppose not… And it definitely works?"

"Oh yeah, it's been very thoroughly tested. Hey, Evil Xisuma," Cub walked up to the glass and tapped on it a few times, much to Xisuma's silent horror, "Wanna show X how the lightning rods work?"

In response, Evil Xisuma stuck their middle finger up at him and yelled something muffled to almost inaudibility that sounded a little like: "When I get out of here, I'm going to rip your head off and use it as a coffee mug, you stupid e-boy twink."

The pair on the other side of the glass blinked.

"… That's a no then." Cub turned back to Xisuma, "They do this a lot."

"They certainly do," Xisuma nodded faintly.

"You can probably tell the glass is uh... Mostly noise-cancelling, had to install that because Helsknight is in the next enclosure over and he's still hibernating. You know how Wels gets when you wake him up early, don't wanna find out how that guy is."

"… Of course," Xisuma sighed, pinching the nose bridge of his helmet, "Do I want to know how you got hold of those two?"

Cub laughed in the slightly unhinged way that gave Xisuma visions of Cub spending several weeks toying with the evil hermits as he hunted them for sport, "Nah man, it's not an interesting story."

Somehow, Xisuma doubted that.

"Anyway," Cub said, changing the topic before Xisuma could ask if he knew there was still someone's blood on his left sleeve, "What I really called you for is that I need an Evil Xisuma expert, and you're the man to ask about all things Evil Xisuma."

"Except for Evil Xisuma."

"Except for Evil Xisuma, yes." Cub nodded sagely, "So. Obviously I wanna make sure everything is nice for our new residents, give them plenty of enrichment and all that, but it hasn't been working out so far."

"I can see that."

"Soo… Any suggestions? What kind of thing does Evil X like? Food? Blocks? I dunno, fake derpcoin or something?"

Xisuma hummed, tilting his head in thought as he gazed at Evil Xisuma, who had clambered out of the lava pool to press their hands against the glass and give Xisuma the saddest, most pathetic puppy dog eyes their LED screen could muster (which, admittedly, were very sad and pathetic) in a silent plea to not leave them here with that madman, they'll be good for realsies this time they promise-

"Well," Xisuma said, turning to Cub, "They like to knit, so maybe they'd like some wool… Oh! And if you can find any old Wormman merch, they'll love that too."

Evil Xisuma's head hit the glass with a despairing thunk.

[rotthepoet]

Rival!Lorenzo when he finds you crying in the bathroom at a party, as another boy had been yelling at you.

✊️🫠

Oooh i think i just creamed my $8 thrifted pants

Okay so lets just accept Rival as every sense of the word. Starting from the beginning you and Lorenzo Berkshire have just not gotten along! It actually began on the train, when you sat down in a compartment, only to be rudely interrupted by this 6foot man built like a twink telling you to get the hell out of “his spot”. And let me tell you, Enzo is not very threatening looking, but the way he glared down at you sent shivers through your whole body. And not the good kind. From there it blossomed into academic rivalry, maybe unfriendly competition, glaring at each other from across DADA, shoving better marks in each others faces. and gods forbid you play quidditch. Full contact trying to knock you off your broom to your death🙏

And i’m gonna be real with you. Boys are mean to people they like. And oh boy, while it takes a long fucking time, Lorenzo is SMITTEN. Irrevocably so. In fact, he’s so smitten that he gets meaner. I’ve talked before about how Enzo reminds me of an 80’s movie bully. This is where that comes in. He is PHYSICAL and willing to risk a detention to see your cute little face angry at him from the floor.(he wants to hate-fuck you so bad, but he doesn’t really hate you, and now he’s confused).

Countless hexes and pranks and tricks and the worst of it was when he spent 3 weeks writing anonymous love letters to you as a secret admirer, told you to meet him in the library after dark. He got you hella detention, tipping Filch off to your breaking of curfew. You dumped two full glasses of pumpkin juice on his head the next morning. He took it like a champ(he figured it was deserved for playing with your heart, although each compliment he wrote in those notes was from the bottom of his heart.) and for the first time, you two laughed together. (Later that day you found out that your ink had been charmed to turn invisible every time you wrote. You threw a balled up sheet of parchment paper with an invisible “fuck you” written on it at him.)

If anyone didn’t hear the way you speak to each other, they’d assume you were an item. Lorenzo’s friends have taken to calling you his girl/boyfriend/partner. Lorenzo doesnt correct them anymore.

With that little context out of the way, let’s flash forward to present day!

Lorenzo’s a little on edge, unable to relax on the sofa with his buddies. He feels the high in his body, slow and buzzing, but he felt completely sober in his head. His eyes kept drifting towards you. You looked nice tonight, absolutely glowing. Maybe it was the lighting. He didn’t care. He liked to watch you smile. And he liked to watch you laugh. And he liked the clothes you wore. And he liked the way you flipped him off with a grin when you saw him across the room. What he didnt like was seeing you dance with this… this nobody! It made his blood boil. And god when he whisked you away, Enzo almost bolted to his feet. He had to play it off to Draco, who tried to follow his gaze.

The world seems to move around Enzo in 2x speed while he sat still. He laughed when his friends laughed, and he spoke but couldn’t remember what he said.

He only broke out of his stupor whenever he heard your name strung together with some other words in his ear.

Lorenzo’s head whips around fast enough that he almost headbutts Pansy Parkinson in the face.

“What?”

“I said they’re in the bathroom crying. What did you do?”

And Lorenzo doesn’t even remember when he got up from the sofa. He doesn’t remember Draco bitching at him to come back. He doesn’t remember shoving people out of the way. He doesn’t remember opening the bathroom door. He just remembers how sad you looked, trying to dab away your tears in the mirror.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“No, I’m serious. What happened?”

And you’re quiet when he approaches you. He doesn’t remember when he grabbed the paper towel from you. He doesn’t remember when he reached up to hold your cheek so gently in his hand. He just remembers the wide eyes you gave him as his thumb wiped away tears, and he dried your wet face. He just remembers how hard his heart pounded in his chest when you closed your eyes, crying even harder as you pressed your hand over his.

He remembers when you spoke to him.

“It’s really nothing. I just thought this guy actually liked me but… he just…” and he continues to wipe your tears away as they fall again, “Its just embarrassing. Yknow? That I thought he actually liked me and it wasn’t just for sex.”

Lorenzo doesn’t remember pulling you into a hug, but he remembers the way your hair smelled. The way you shook in his arms. The way your breathing slowed as you calmed down.

“Can you answer me honestly, Lorenzo? Why don’t people like me? What is so unlikeable about me?”

And Lorenzo remembers his heart shattering in his chest. He remembers the wide and confused eyes you gave him when he answered. He remembers the cute blush spreading across your face as you processed his words.

“Nothing.”

Anyways!!!! Idk if this is what you had in mind! I was originally going to write a fight but I had a rough day at work and needed some fluff in my life<3 i kinda deviated from your idea but im gonna keep this in mind more. thank you so much for rival lorenzo tho, im kinda obsessed with him.

[novathevibe]

I don't get jealous. After all, I'm Gotham's sweetheart, the only ethical CEO I know, AND the Dark Knight. I don't have TIME to be jealous. Still, as I walk into the cafe that my husband promised to meet me at, an unfamiliar gnawing grows in my stomach. Clark Kent - the love of my life, the man I entrusted my kids to if something happened to me, the one I bottom for - is smiling at someone near the back, whispering with him in a way that feels too flirty for my liking.

I know he's not cheating. Mrs Kent raised him better than that, and he hasn't shown any signs that someone as keen-eyed as me would miss... But what if he is? The man that MY Clark is speaking to is relatively small, has fluffy brown hair, and large round glasses. His entire appearance is rather cutesy, the opposite of me. Does Clark find that attractive? Then, right as I'm about to approach, Clark grabs a napkin, writes something down, and hands it to the twink with a blush.

Did he just give him his number?

The gnawing feeling inside me only grows, but thankfully by the time Clark sees me at our usual table, it's been long enough for me to play it off.

"Good morning, my love." He says with his usual Smallville charm, but along with the usual fluttering heart is a sort of nausea.

"Good morning, handsome."

We eat for a while, then get into the car and return home, the queasy feeling never subsiding. He's cheating. He wouldn't. But what if he is?

As the car pulls up, I open my mouth, but hesitate. What if he's not and me accusing him destroys our relationship? I can talk to him about it tonight...

He 'helps' me out of the car and up the stairs, pausing at the door of Wayne Manor before kissing me deeply and opening the door, eyes locked on mine. "Happy anniversary." He says, gesturing inside.

The entryway is entirely decked out with flowers. Not only roses, but anything with petals. My mouth opens and closes a few times before I look back up a him. "You said you didn't want us to do anything big this year, just have coffee." Which was rather suspicious, now that I think back on it.

"Because you always out do me. This time I could show you just how much I love you." He leads me inside by my hand to the theater room we have family movie nights at, the room decked out in flowers and candles, with a picnic in the middle. "It was a pain to coordinate this with the florist, but before you got to the cafe, I was told that everything was ready."

Any remnants of jealousy turn into guilt. The twink was setting this up. "I..." Tears prick my eyes but I blink them away. I'm Batman for fucks sake... I don't cry. "I saw you with him and I thought that..."

Clark's face immediately morphs into sadness before it's overtaken by a gentle smile. "I would never cheat on you. I have eyes for only you, and if I ever even hug someone for too long, you can use Kryptonite on me."

"And the number on the napkin?"

"In case something went wrong and I had to keep you out of the house even longer." Guiding me to the picnic, he picks up a bottle of wine and gives us both a glass, then presses play. It's...

Us. It's a skillfully crafted montage of all of our moments, both as our civilian and superhero selves. He went through all of this trouble... "I love you. I'm so sorry I thought that. I know you're not that kind of person, and I've never been happier to be wrong."

"To ten years." Clark says, offering his wine glass.

"To ten years." I echo, clinking my own against his.

[cozzzynook]

Cozzzy

Sympatico

Percy met Brainstorm (doesn't have his mallet yet) one night at Maccadam's.

He got out of work, a long cycle in the lab doing research for new sources of fuels for Metroplex, so he needed some relaxing time. So why not take a glass at the bar?

One, two, and at his third of the night, he was already a bit drunk, not used to do this very often. Two mechs of the bar notice him and try to get into his panels. Percy refuses, telling them to frag off, he wasn't going to come with them in their hotel room, but the two mechs insist. After refusing countless times, one of them grab him by the waist and try to make him stand to litteraly botnapping him.

His partner suddenly falls to the ground after a loud BANG, and the one holding Perceptor is tackle to the ground.

Before Perceptor can even fall to the ground, a bot catches him. He looks up at the mech, a yellow masked face plate and a visible jet alt-mode.

"Are you alright? Did they hurt you?"

Perceptor, being half drunk, still process what just happened.

"Who are you ? And what did you do?"

"Oh well, i just entered the bar when i saw them harrassing you. Couldn't let them keep doing their awful stuff could i? And the name is Brainstorm, true genius amongst my kind."

Perceptor looks at him unphased.

"Well thank you Brainstern, but i could handle it myself... don't need help from a twink like you..."

"Ah, i see you are drunk. It's okay, you didn't hurt my feelings, i'm completly fine. But you are not. Let's get you to your home. Can you walk ?"

It's at this moment Perceptor really notice that Brainstorm is keeping him stiddy, his arms under his armpits without touching anything else with his servos. Percu tries to let him go, saying he can totally walk by himself, when he actually couldn't. So Brainstorm convinces him to help him to his appartment.

On the way, the engex got into his processor more than he thought and Brainstorm had to carry him princess style.

They arrive at the scientific aera of the city and Brainstorm was amazed. He never knew there were quarters made for scientists.

Brainstorm may be a sciences genius, but he was never recognise as one. Due to his MTO status, he would never be able to work in anything else than the army as a simple soldier. He suffered from this condition, but at least, he could always make his little experiences in the back of his officers. Guns, explosive devices, and the one he is currently working on is a new kind of fuel. And he was about to create a perfectly working formula. That detail attrcted Percy's interest. Brainstorm tells him he built by himself a little lad in the underground of his base, only known by him. Everytime he has some free time, he goes there and do sciences.

They arrive at Percy's appartment, and Brainstorm politely decline to enter, putting the scientist down and ready to leave. But Percy insists, and tell him he could work with him secretly.

"It is a very kind proposition, but i'd like to make myself a name. I don't know how yet, but i will."

And on this, Brainstorm left, waving his goodbyes.

Percy went to lay in his sofa, somewjat sad that the jet had left. He couldn't let that one leave him.

And it clicks. He can't have Brainstorm leave him. He doesn't know why. He doesn't know how. He just want the mech by his sides, at least for tonight.

So he rushes out, impressed he can walk with his foggy mind, and catches the jet before he could exit the building. He had his servo on the exit code panel.

"Don't leave me."

Brainstorm looks at him surprised, and a silence installs between them, staring at each other.

"Stay. At least for tonight."

Percy looks at the mech he has in front of him, finally seeing him. A slim turquoise frame, a long cockpit on his chest, two pairs of wings, and yellow optics. Percy doesn't remember if he had ever seen yellow optics before. At this moment He only knows those ones.

"Why would you want a stranger to stay?"

It was a genuine question. Yeah, why does Percy wants him to stay?

"I don't know. But please. Stay."

They look at each others in silence. Then Brainstorm let go of the panel code and approach him, ready to follow his back to his unit.

"You are drunk. You don't know what you say."

"I do know what i want."

Together they go back to the unit. And there, when the door is closed, they stare at each other again. But Brainstorm slowly take off his mask.

"I don't think you want that" pointing at his face.

"What makes you think i don't want that?".

Perceptor approach him and without thinking much he goes on his tip toes and give his dermas a long, delicate kiss. Brainstorm doesn't respond, too shocked to have the scientist right there.

"You..."

"Is it okay?"

Brainstorm looks at Perceptor baffled.

"You are drunk, i don't want to take over. You don't know what you are doing."

"Yeah... you're right, i'm sorry... can... can we cuddle? I still want you by my side. For tonight."

Brainstorm think, then accept, on the condition that he will not engage in anything sexual during the time Perceptor is still drunk.

So they lay in the sofa, entagled in each other's embrace, watching a movie. Perceptor falls into recharge, so Brainstorm turns off the TV and decide to stay by his side, for him to not wake up alone and cold. He traps Percy's body between his arms, his chin resting on his helm and slowly his frame goes into reset.

Tadaaaaaam!!

Remember people : never ingage in sexual intercourse while drunk ! It is not responsable and can be dangerous ! Stay safe !

😍😍 you can splurge your ideas/thoughts in my inbox anytime you want 😍😍

[destieltaggedfic]

Yo, I was looking through the angel trueforms tag and saw Twenty-Twenty Vision Through Fogged Glass by kathscradle and thought it was just what I was looking for. I tried the link and it didn't work and I think the author took it down. (not your fault obviously, it happens) Is there any other way to access it? (like waybackmachine link? idk how that works)

If not do you have any fics like it? I really liked the description of it about Dean being insecure that Cas won't like him as he gets older.

Oh that’s weird. I knew kath had orphaned all her fics except frotus but I didn’t think she deleted any but it looks like she has with that one. That makes me sad, I really liked that one. Unfortunately it doesn't look like I can get i through the waybackmachine.

Hopefully one of these will ease the hurt.

the one where dean definitely doesn’t have a jealousy issue – idengager   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  Now retired, there’s no doubt Dean is getting older, but that doesn’t mean he needs the help of some young twink to carry his boyfriend’s purchases.  No matter what Dean’s back is now telling him.

Word Count: 1k                                 No Sex

the road less traveled – LoversAntiquities   Ao3

Set Post 15AU.  Five years after Cas healed Dean’s impalement, they have retired to run a motel out West and are growing older, scars and all, but happy.

Word Count: 3k                                 Graphic Sexual Acts

I'm Still in Love With You – masked   Ao3

S9 AU.  The big things had all been sorted and now Dean is growing old with his angel by his side.

Word Count: 2k                                 No Sex

still beautiful, still dean Winchester – MarvelNerd   Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU.  With Chuck gone all there is to do is live be happy and grow older.  Cas is delighted that he gets to do all that from Dean’s side. 

Word Count: 1k                                 No Sex

Golden Birthdays and Silver Foxes -  supernatural9917   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  Getting complimented that he looks good for his age, sends Dean into a spiral because he’s worried that people are about to start assuming Cas is his son and not his boyfriend.

Word Count: 3k                                 Graphic Sexual Acts

Aging With Grace - Two_of_Clubs   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  Dean keeps noticing little things that shows he’s getting older and one of the things he notices is that Cas looks exactly the same as he did when they met.

Word Count: 9k                                 No Sex

[theintelligenceoflove]

Have You Ever Been (To Electric Ladyland?)

Summary: you (M!reader) got stood up on the first date since a horrible break up. Turns out the pretty boy at the end of the bar was stood up too. After talking you learn you and Jake have the same taste in music, which might be enough to save the evening. 

Paring: Jake/MReader

Warnings: 18+ Explicit sexual content (blow job, hand job) 

A/N: I have not seen a single m!reader fic so I had to try my hand at writing this kind of stuff to fix it. unorthodox views on Bob Dylan, sorry. If people like this there is room for a second part. 

You looked at your watch and sighed before turning on your phone to check the time. "I'll grab my phone if you wanna check that clock too." The bartender said with a sympathetic smile on his face. "Here, this one is on the house." He sat a beer in front of you, causing you to sigh again. You had been goaded by your friends to go on a date; you hadn't been on one for so long, busy with work and a bad breakup. It had been 45 minutes, and he had yet to show up.

  "You sure it's not him?" The bartender asked, pointing down the bar to a man leaning on his hand scrolling through his phone, "he's been here about as long."

"You've asked me that twice Sal." You smiled at the man, who shrugged. 

"Tell you what, he needs a new beer too; I'll give him the same treatment," Sal looked at your beer. "Tell him it's from you." 

"You can't just give away beers. You'll lose your job." 

"They can't fire me; I'm the only one who can deal with the twinks in June." You smiled as Sal walked away. You hadn't given much thought to the man at the end of the bar except to look at him when Sal asked you if you were positive he wasn't supposed to be your date. You were sure, the man looked your age, and you'd always like men older than you, bigger. This man was almost dainty; it looked like he belonged in a brewery, not a cruisy gay bar. 

You had turned to look at the crowd around the pool table when you felt the gentle brush against your hand. "Thanks for the beer." You were struck by the delicateness of his features, despite their sharpness. 

"That was Sal; he gave me a pity beer too." You raise your glass so that the neck of both bottles taped against each other. 

"Ahhh, so you were stood up too, then?" He asked; you blushed under his watch as if he was looking at you for the first time. 

"Let my friends convince me this was a good idea; they'll never hear the end of it." You said, watching how his hands wrapped around the beer bottle; when you looked up, he smirked, and you knew you were caught. 

"I'm Jake," he said

"Y/N," you supplied, watching the way he carefully took a sip of his beer. 

"What do you do, y/n?" He asked; as you began talking about your work, he nodded, leaning on the bar; he truly was listening.

"What about you? What do you do, Jake?" You asked, getting sick of talking about your work. 

"I'm a musician." Your eyes lit up, and for a moment, you saw something flash across Jake's face, almost like sadness, before he replaced it with an unreadable emotion. 

"What kind of music do you play?" You asked. His smile was back. "Country? We're in Nashville."

"Rock and roll." He said it as if the words were sacred, but you couldn't disagree. 

"I love rock." You said; again, Jake looked almost confused before schooling his face. 

"Who's your favorite then?"

"Crosby Stills Nash and Young." You said without hesitation, and you watched Jake grin, a smile almost too big for his face. 

"They're good; who else?"

"CCR." You said, usually you held that one back, but you were sure Jake would know who you were talking about.

"A man after my own heart." He was smiling, "One more." 

You bit your lip, thinking, Not that you had difficulty coming up with a rock group; that would be easy enough. Your record collection could vouch for that. But you wanted to make this a good one, something, if not impressive, that at least suggested the range of your taste. 

"Patti Smith," you settled on. 

"There's a little punk in you, I see," Jake hadn't stopped smiling. "My brothers like The Velvet Underground and Lou Reed." 

"And you don't?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "What's wrong with the Velvet Underground?" 

Jake was chuckling, shaking his head. "No, nothing; my brothers like them more, is all." 

"Fine, what about you?" you asked; you could tell you wouldn't get anything else from him. "Give me three rock groups."

Jake took a sip of his beer, clearly deep in thought. "Elmore James." 

"Blues, but I'll let it go since I said, Patti." 

"You are after my heart," Jake said, tapping a finger on the bar. "None of the other guys I've ever met know who that is." 

"Are you trying to get out of giving me two more?" You asked playfully; you watched Jake blush. For a moment, you forgot that you had been stood up and this wasn't the date you had meant to be on. 

"The Rolling Stones." You couldn't help but roll your eyes, and Jake scoffed, looking almost offended. "What's wrong with the Rolling Stones?" 

"Other than Mick Jagger thinking he invented rock and roll?" You asked, "I don't love the British invasion." 

"Keith Richards is a better guitarist than anyone you listed," Jake said, sipping his beer; you could imagine he'd recline if he were sitting in a chair with a back. 

"You asked me who I liked, not who I thought the best guitarist was." You teased; you hadn't thought the night could be saved; you'd have to thank Sal the next time you came to the bar. 

"Well, who do you think the best guitarist is?" Jake asked, but you shook your head, pointing your beer at him. 

"Nope, one more," you said, "You aren't getting out of it that easy." 

"Fine, Janis Joplin." You nodded no argument from you on that one. 

"Now answer my question." You took a sip of your beer, emptying it, not bothering to point out that you had just answered his question. 

"It's not really a question; there's only one answer," you said, setting your beer on the bar and turning fully to Jake. 

"You think so? Me too." 

"On the count of three, then." You suggested; Jake nodded, finishing his beer and setting it next to yours. 

"One." You said, looking straight into his eyes. 

"Two," Jake said, a grin on his face. 

"Three," you said together. 

"Hendrix," You said at the same time Jake said, "Page." 

"No way." You said, shaking your head and turning away. You weren't expecting Jake to reach forward, to catch you; when you looked at him, he was schooling his features as if he had thought you were actually leaving. Your incredulous look softened, but you weren't going to let him off the hook.

"Even if you had asked who the best English guitarist was, you'd be wrong. Clapton is better than Page, but Hendrix is so far ahead of both of them." Jake was grinning now; he hadn't moved his hand either, so you leaned into it. It was like electricity going up your shoulder. 

"Why don't we go to my place then," Jake said, his hand moving down your arm to hold your hand. "We can talk about it there." 

"I'd like that." You said; his hand was warm, the tips of his fingers calloused. I'm a musician; you remembered him saying; maybe he had more skin in this argument than you did. You raised your hand to catch Sal's attention and then turned to look at Jake. He was still smiling, a mischievous smile like he was building an argument. 

When Sal got to you, Jake spoke before you could, "I'm closing out; I'll get him too." Jake said, pointing to you. You were glad Jake was too busy with his wallet to see how Sal looked at you. An old lover turned very good friend, Sal was always playing matchmaker though his magic had never worked for you. Maybe this time it would; you looked away from Sal's knowing grin to see Jake smiling at you. You hoped it worked this time.

You had taken the bus to the bar and found yourself in Jake's car on the way to his place. When he turned on the car, you were happily surprised to hear Joan Beaz. 

"That's not very rock and roll of you." You said, buckling your seat belt, almost jumping when Jake set his hand on your thigh while he turned around to back out of his parking spot. 

"When I was little, I had the biggest crush on her and Bob Dylan." 

You wrinkled your nose, and Jake tightened his hand on your thigh. "What now, y/n? They're both American!"  

"I don't like Bob Dylan." You admitted, "He was an ass to Phil Ochs." 

"You can't not like Bob Dylan. He was-" Jake took his hand off your thigh and waved it around. You just shook your head. 

"An ass to Phil Ochs, who was doing what Bob was doing but better." 

"Then why don't people remember him?" Jake asked; that shut you up? When he stopped at a light, he moved his hand from your thigh to push his hair back before setting his hand back down, looking at you the whole time. 

"I still don't like him," you said softly, and Jake smirked a smile you didn't think was meant for you as he turned to the road. 

"Then who did you have a crush on?" 

"Aside from the greatest guitarist of all time Jimi Hendrix?" You asked. Jake's hand tightened around your thigh before he moved it up just an inch. 

"Come on." 

"David Crosby." You admitted. It had been an odd childhood listening to your dad's music while your friends were listening to the Jonas Brothers; you didn't have posters of your favorite musicians on your walls, and Seventeen magazine didn't print posters of 60-year-old men. 

"A HA!" Jake said, stopping at another light and turning to look at you; his eyes had a wild look. "David Crosby wouldn't have had a career without Bob Dylan; the Byrds were just a Dylan cover band." 

"The Byrds invented folk rock," you said defensively as Jake moved his hand further up your thigh; you shivered, feeling yourself start to harden in your pants.

"Fairport Convention-" Jake started, but you shook your head, covering Jake's hand to keep it from creeping up further. 

"Fairport Convention was 1967; the Byrds were 1964. They were covering Dylan but doing something Dylan wouldn't do; they did it with electric guitars." A glance at Jake's lap showed he was getting as worked up as you were. 

"You know your shit," Jake said, pulling into a driveway. He threw his car in park and had his seatbelt off before you realized what was happening. He had turned and was leaning over the center console; the hand on your thigh was gripping tight, his other hand was against your cheek, and he was kissing you. You couldn't help but kiss back, your hands coming up to his hair, tangling in it like you'd kept yourself from thinking about all night. 

Jake pulled back first, a whine leaving your lips and causing you to blush even as Jake smiled. "Come on, y/n, we have a conversation to finish." He was out of the car, walking towards the door before you had your seatbelt off. You were glad he wasn't looking as you took a deep breath pulling your shirt down just a little as if that would hide how excited you had gotten. 

You followed Jake into a house much nicer than your small apartment with a roommate; he waved at the couch in the living room as he turned towards the kitchen. "Want something to drink." 

You bit back a smart-ass reply, caught off guard by the wall of vinyl, hundreds of records, and on the other side, more guitars than you thought any one person probably needed. I'm a Musician he had said.

"Uhh- just water." you stammered, looking at the shelves full of vinyl. 

"You're no fun." was all the warning you got before Jake wrapped his arm around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder, his hand teasing against your thigh again. You tried not to whine. Your jeans were becoming uncomfortably tight, and all you'd done was argue with this beautiful boy about music.

"What do you want to listen to?" Jake asked, his finger running up and down the inseam of your jeans. 

"Vinyl isn't good for sex," you said, turning around in Jake's arm, biting your lip to stop your whine. "We live in the 21st century; everyone has a fuck playlist." 

Jake laughed, leaning forward to kiss you, but again he pulled back too soon. "I'll put on Hendrix, and you can try to convince me that he's better than Page." 

"And If I do?" You asked; Jake looked down at the bulge in your pants and then back up at you.

"Then I'll take care of that for you." 

"And if I can't?" you asked, looking at his matching bulge, your hand sliding from Jake's shoulder down his chest. He caught your hand before you could get any further but smirked when you looked back up. 

You did whine when Jake moved away and looked through the records; his smirk didn't waver as he pulled an album from the shelf. "Any objection to Electric Ladyland?"

You sat on the couch as Jake started the album. Leaning your head back as the album began, smiling as Jake settled next to you, his arm over the back of the couch, his fingers barely touching your shoulder. You rolled your eyes as if any reasonable person would have an issue with Electric Ladyland. 

"So how in the world could you possibly think Hendrix is a better guitarist than Page." 

You had to pull yourself out of your thoughts, only realizing that Jake had a stereo system better than your mono-speaker system. It was a much better way to experience the album than you were used to. 

"Well, he did play the guitar upside down," you said, watching Jake from the corner of your eye, but he had his eyes closed, head leaned back; he was experiencing the music as much as you had been. You thought briefly of the way your teeth would leave pretty perfect marks along his neck before your thoughts were interrupted by Jake speaking. 

"And I play my guitar behind my head next." 

"You what?" You turned fully to look at Jake, but he just waved the hand that wasn't along the back of the couch.

"Next," Jake said, tapping his thigh to the music. 

"Culturally," you said, leaning your head back, closing your eyes, and letting the first guitar solo of "Voodoo Chile" wash over you. "Culturally, he is more important than Jimmy Page. His rendition of the "Star Spangled Banner" at Woodstock captures the feelings of a nation better than- than anything; it's the best guitar performance, ever." 

"Okay, shh now," Jake said, his hand moving down from the back of the couch over your shoulder, pushing its way under your shirt to rub at your chest during another guitar solo. You did as he asked. Letting the guitar solo wash over you, getting lost in the magic of Hendrix's guitar and the feel of Jake's calloused hand on your chest. 

"I've never been bullied by men my father's age for sounding like Hendrix," Jake said as Hendrix spoke. 

"And you have been bullied for sounding like Page?" you asked, almost disbelieving. I'm a musician. 

"Mmmm." Jake hummed; when you looked over, his eyes were still closed, but he was just as turned on as he had been in the car. 

"Anything else?" Jake asked, eyes cracking open as the record stopped, he didn't look like he was going to get up to flip the record, so you started, but he caught your belt loop, pulling you back to the couch. 

"I think the cultural argument is the most important; if Page and Hendrix are similarly talented, and they're not, but let's say they are, it comes down to culture." 

"Why?" Jake asked, turning on the couch so he was on his knees facing you, so you turned similarly, a moan escaping your lips when Jake settled his hands on your hips.

"Half of the point of music is to be heard; if your message doesn't matter, what's the point?" 

"I'm going to kiss you again," Jake said; he pulled you close by your hips before leading you over so you were nearly flat on your back. He kissed as you imagined he must play guitar, hard, urgently, but there was a practicenessed to it. His hands pulled at your shirt, dislodging it so he could get his hands at your stomach, more fully at your chest.

When finally he dropped his hips enough that you could grind up against him, he moaned into your mouth, grinding against each other. 

"Y/n, you should come see my band," Jake said when he pulled back, breathing heavily, his hands were at your belt buckle, not having to look at what he was doing as he unbuckled your belt, then your jeans. 

"I-" you blushed, looking away from Jake, feeling his hands still where they had been pushing at your jeans. Instead, his thumbs were rubbing small circles at your hips gently, as if he was worried he'd gone too far. 

"I've never been to a concert," you admitted; somehow, that was the most embarrassing thing you had said all night; you felt like the energy had left the room and you worried that you had ruined whatever good thing you had going. Jake looked shocked, pulling back and sitting on his heels so he wasn't putting his weight on your knees. 

"Why not?" He was still rubbing gentle circles on your hips. 

"I don't like loud noises, crowds, or bright lights." You admitted looking away from Jake, from the almost incredulous look he had on his face. Your heart sank as Jake pulled a hand from your hip, but you weren't watching, so you didn't see him move his hand up or cup your cheek, but you felt him turn your head towards him. 

"Hey, y/n, that's okay." He didn't look horny; all the wildness had left his eyes. Instead, he looked soft, softer than he had been all night. "Then maybe I'll have the boys help me show off with an acoustic set when we're rehearsing or something," Jake said, and you felt your heart beat hard and fast; those weren't words said in the heat of the moment. 

You didn't know what to say, didn't want to keep looking into his intensely earnest eyes, so you closed them, "you never told me if I convinced you." You said, changing the subject. Sex you could do, but the emotions, you thought back to the bad breakup you'd just had. 

"I think you might have," Jake said, getting the memo. He started moving down the couch, but you caught the collar of his shirt and yanked, pulling him up so you could kiss him. 

"Then, as the winner, can I forfeit my prize," you looked down at Jake, where he was tenting his pants. 

"I couldn't say no to that if I wanted to." you shimmed out from under him, manhandling him just enough so that he was sitting on the couch, you between his knees on the floor. You reached down to undo the button of his pants before pulling down the zipper; when you went to do the same for yourself, Jake caught your hand, and your breath caught. 

"You forfeited your prize," Jake said; his voice had gone raspy, and you could hardly breathe. 

"I was just going to undo the zipper." You said that wasn't true, but maybe he would let you release some pressure. 

"I don't think so, but you can go flip the record" You felt hot all over as you stood and did as you were told; the Jimi Hendrix Experience filled the air as you went back to the couch and settled between Jake's knees so you could reach forward for Jake, to take his dick from his pants before leaning forward. 

When your lips closed around Jake's dick, he let out the sultriest of moans, one hand flying to your head, closing on the hair at the base of your neck. "Fuck y/n," he said as you used your tongue around the tip of his dick before taking as much as you could down your throat. 

Jake didn't say much after that, letting you do what you wanted; his hand always tightened in your hair when he liked something you did. So you kept note of that, returning to the things you knew he liked as he got close. You almost had taken him all the way when he started getting louder again. 

"Y/n, I'm close." you only sucked harder, even as he half-heartedly tugged at your hair, trying to pull you back. "I'm gonna." still, you didn't pull back, looking up through your eyelashes as he leaned his head back cumming in your mouth. When he looked back at you, you grinned around the mouthful of cum, swallowing it as Jake moaned, watching you. "Noise-canceling headphones." Was the first thing he said; you looked up, licking your lips, confused. 

"You weren't that loud, babe." you joked as Jake reached forward, his thumb catching a bit of cum on the side of your mouth, putting his thumb in your mouth for you to clean off. 

"No, for a concert, you could come to a concert with noise-canceling headphones, babies do it, and I'm sure there are adults who do it too, give me time to think about the lights and the crowds." 

You felt your heart skip a beat; again, this wasn't something said in the heat of the moment. "You came that hard thinking about getting me to a concert?" You asked, joking, trying to deflect the feelings that were welling up inside of you. 

Jake grinned as if he could sense your reluctance to acknowledge that maybe this was more than just sex and music, that there was a foundation of something more significant here. He reached down, pulling you up and into his lap. "Do that after a concert and see how hard I cum." he whispered before kissing you. 

As he was kissing you, he reached down and pulled your dick out of your pants, The interruption of feelings hadn't gotten so far as your dick, and you were still as hard as you'd ever been; it didn't take long for Jake's hand to get you off, listening to Hendrix shred you thought of the calluses on Jake's hand, wondered what he sounded like when playing, something like Jimmy Page apparently. When you came into Jake's hand, his free hand held your face in place, so you had to watch him lick your cum from his hand. You couldn't stop the moan as your eyes traced his tongue running over his fingers. 

"Jesus." You mumbled when he was finished, glad he let go of you so that you could lean forward, your face in his neck. 

"My brother always jokes that you can just call him Sam," Jake said, his hand, the cleaner of the two resting on your head, playing with your hair. 

"A classic," you said, your breathing evening out, Jake's other hand wrapping around your waist. 

"I'm not out," Jake said; you realized that the record had stopped; you didn't care enough to have either of you move to put the next LP on. 

"What?" 

"I'm not out; I mean, my brothers know," Jake's hand rubbed your back under your shirt. You were gross and sweaty; usually, you insisted on a shower after sex; you didn't mind this, though; Jake was just as sweaty anyways. "And Danny, but I always count him as a brother anyways." 

"Jake, what-" 

"You don't know who I am?" Jake said it like a question, so you shook your head where it was pushed into Jake's neck; he sounded so vulnerable you didn't have it in you to make any jokes. 

"But you know all my favorite music. No one understands how important music is to me, making it, listening to it, talking about it, sometimes it's all I want to do." You nodded into Jake's neck, you weren't sure you understood, but you also didn't think he was looking for any response. 

"I think you could understand, y/n," Jake said quietly. 

You wanted to tell him it had just been good sex, but you thought of how he'd grinned when you called him out for naming Elmore James as a rock artist, how he had been worried that calling Page the best guitarist would have you leaving, how he'd reached to keep you from going. You thought of the soft circles on your hips when Jake realized you had gotten shy. You wanted to wave it off as just sex, really good sex, but you knew it wasn't just that. A blowjob traded for a hand job didn't leave you feeling like this. 

"I think I could learn to," you said just as softly. Your face was pushed into Jake's neck, so you couldn't see his smile.

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[iambic-stan]

The Day After

Ugh, I'm so depressed and needed this escapism.

Why did I allow myself to have hope, I wondered, tossing around the last few sips of my drink at the bottom of the glass.  Brooks & Dunn's "Neon Moon" was playing quietly. The bright pink lights over the bar and emptiness of the room created just the right ambiance for me to cover myself in melancholy.   Living in a red state, I had to find myself a gay bar to sulk at, even if I'd never patronized this one before.  Anywhere else, I risked witnessing people celebrating. It was just the day after and nothing else felt remotely safe--physically or emotionally. 

I guessed the bar was really only empty because it was 8:00 p.m., not because everyone queer was hiding at home.  I simultaneously wanted to be alone but also wanted someone to talk to, even if it was just venting.  Or they just vented to me.  I didn't think I could stand to talk about anything else as if it was just another day instead of Day 1 of a jarring acceleration to the death of democracy as we all knew it.  There was a hurricane in the Gulf.  I had a class to teach the next day.  Chappell Roan sang a new song on Saturday Night Live.  They'd just released a new teaser trailer for season 5 of Stranger Things.  Quincy Jones died a couple of days ago.  But who the fuck could care?  Maybe I would've said as much to the bartender, but he was outside for a smoke break.

My head was buried in my phone and I was doom scrolling when a voice I knew but didn't said, "Come on, twink--you're at the Pink Pony Club but you're not dancing!" and laughed obnoxiously.  My head popped up and I took in the heavy clown makeup, boat-neck lime green dress and Fifth Element wig with so much volume you could hide a family of rats in it. I blinked several times.  The blinking helped lubricate my eyes with the tears that had settled in them but I still couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"Yes--it's me, Bianca Del Rio," she continued.  "For once, I'm not the biggest bitch around.  I take it you heard that over 70 million Americans put the 'cunt' in 'country' yesterday.  They make me look like fucking Mother Teresa, hahaha!  Just kidding--she was actually kind of a cunt, too--read the Christopher Hitchens book.  Oh fuck I almost forgot--I don't read!  Now where is the bartender who gave you that martini you're drowning your sorrows in?  No one wants to work anymore, you know?"

"I love you," I choked out.  Well that was embarrassing.  In a sense, it was true--I was obsessed with Bianca Del Rio and had met her at a show in El Paso--a moment I had replayed in my mind dozens of times though she surely didn't remember it.  She met more people than anyone could remember.  But also, Bianca Del Rio was not a real person but a drag persona, and I didn't know the man behind her personally, so I couldn't really love either one.  But I was shocked, angry, and sad and my social filter was malfunctioning.

"Oh, that's the booze talking," she dismissed, waving her lemon yellow nails at me.  "What are you so down about, white man?  Didn't buy what he was selling?  My whole family's getting deported tomorrow.  But Trump does love white men, almost as much as he loves grabbing 'em by the pussy.  But maybe you've realized that being white won't help you when people find out you're sticking your dick in some other man's ass."

"I have a vagina," I said, as though it was any of Bianca's or Roy's business.  I looked at her face to see the recognition, but it didn't appear to be anything she hadn't heard before, so I kept going.

"So if some asshole rapes and impregnates me, I have to scrape together the money to travel several states over for an abortion...if that's still legal.  But it's not just that...it's everything.  It's worrying about Obergefell v. Hodges being overturned, the tariff proposals, Ukraine, climate change....the continual funding of Israel..."  

She sat down at the bar next to me, nodding solemnly.  Slowly, her demeanor changed and I guessed she was slipping out of character, which, even in my despair, melted my heart because she was just so adorable.  She reached out and touched my hand, and I took hold of hers.  It was so incredibly soft--I wanted to ask if she used some expensive creams, and I never wanted to let go of it.  "You're so beautiful," I said, remembering I had said the same thing that night in El Paso.

She jerked her phone out of her purse and said, "Let me get you my opthamologist's number, because clearly you can't see a GODDAMN THING!"  I let out a laugh.  "There it is!" she said, pointing at me.  "I made you laugh.  And your name is?"

"Sebastian."

I had barely uttered the last syllable when she retorted, "Faggot," which made me chuckle again in spite of myself.

"Listen, Fag--I mean Sebastian, this is a pretty nice bar--maybe you should go out more and talk to people instead of moping about your useless vote in a sea of red, huh?  I try to visit this place whenever I'm in town, though not normally this early.  But this way I get to chat with a loser like you and feel better about my pathetic self, you know?  And the coming years look bleak, but think about it this way--we'll all die anyway!  There's no way out except under...the ground.  We're only particles of change orbiting around the sun.  That was poetic, right?  It wasn't me, though--that was Joni Mitchell."

"I know!" I said, getting a bit excited.  "From 'Hejira.'  I love that song, and the album."

The bartender walked back in, looking unfazed that a celebrity was sitting next to me. He and Bianca nodded in some unspoken language at one another and he started to make what I guessed was her usual drink.

"What else do you love, Sebastian?" she asked, with a smile that looked quite sincere but comical at the same time with the exaggerated fuschia lip and raccoon eyes.

"Oh, I love heartbeats," I blurted out.  Really? I thought.  Couldn't go with chai lattes or Cher?  Had to go straight to cardiophilia?

"Guess we kind of need them," she said sarcastically.

"Sorry I'm being so weird.  I'm a HUGE fan.  I just meant I love listening to heartbeats, and having mine listened to.  Wow.  I can't believe I told you that.  Like, I have a stethoscope collection.  It's a thing."

When she raised her eyebrows a bit, I knew she'd never heard of this before, which made me feel embarrassed.  But she didn't say anything unkind; she just listened.

"Do you want to listen to my heart?" she asked, as the bartender handed her a martini.  My eyes traveled to her chest and I watched it rise with an intake of breath.  I thought about how strange it was to be so attracted to someone whose public image was meant to be ridiculous rather than sexy.  But I still pictured her smile and played the same bits from The Pit Stop in my head whenever I couldn't sleep.  I had imagined her heartbeat many, many times.

Bianca didn't wait for a response before opening her arms.  "It's nice to meet you again," she said as I leaned toward her, my head landing on her chest just above the collar of her dress.  At once I heard the heart of the man behind this larger-than-life queen, thumping loudly--yet slowly and steadily.  I focused on his relaxed breathing, tried to allow it to calm my own.  I was near Erb's point and could hear every second heart sound clearly, and it was musical.  For a moment I forgot why I was so distraught.  When I remembered, I let out a long sigh, but I kept my arms wrapped around his waist and listened as long as I could.  I knew none of this would be fixed overnight, and maybe some of it never could be fixed.  But I had this night, and for now, that would have to do.

[nugulover69]

Dr Pac Man vs Ex-aid & Ghost movie livewatch notes (ex-aid spoilers. spoilers for other shows too probably)

-Holy shit Tanahashi

-Ah this is pre-looney tunes Kuroto I see

-Should mention that I’ve never seen Ghost and all I know abt Takeru is that he has died several times prior to this. good on him for getting an education tho

-Oh shit he’s friends with a monk that’s rad

-"People bitten by the pacmen are developing symptoms of high fever" guess you could say. that they got. pacman fever

-The Pacmen @ Takeru: grrrrr fuck this guy in particular no more henshin belt for you

-Hiiro's dad is so useless love him

-Monk dude laughing at Poppy's name and no one reacting. it's a silly name guys he's right to giggle abt it

-Iconic lines in cinema

-Heyyyy pre-character development Taiga, missed you ice king <3

-Takeru very correct abt how incredible Emu's patience is. a teenager mouths off to me i'm turning them into a pretzel

-Feel like that's surprising regardless of profession Emu

-DON'T GIVE KUROTO ANY POWERFUL DEVICES DANGER DANGER DANGER

-Sorry abt your rider transformation impotence cop man

-The baddie's whole deal is directly tied into Emu birthing Parad lmao???

-Takeru and his lady friend have been bugged. sad. also a pair of additional twinks are just Here now

-Weirdly loud and echo-y ADR grunting going on

-KIRIYA JUMPSCARE

-Takeru's powers coming back bc he believed in himself hard enough. just like parappa the rapper

-A moment of appreciation for Hiroki Iijima's crooked teeth

-These henshin belts talk too much like shut UPPPPP

-This shit must overstimulating as fuck to kids. so much noise and bright lights good god

-Pacman is Fucking Dead

-Quit flirting on the job you two

-Emu being hysterical bc he couldn't save one teenager oh yeah you def have not endured the Horrors yet huh buddy

-"I believe there's a special power dwelling inside Emu" yeah its a 6 ft grown ass man dressed like a rave clown marinating in his boy womb

-Is Akari Takeru's like. girlfriend or sister or really good friend bc I cannot tell

-Takeru also spending a lot of this movie grunting in pain and falling over. i assume that's accurate to how he is in his own show

-SOUTOU EXCITE EXCITE TAKANARU EXCITE EXCITE KOKORO GA-

-Don't like Wizard's hideous pink pants

-TANAHASHI DID THE SLINGBLADE TO A COP THIS MOVIE RULES ACTUALLY

-FRUIT SAMURAI IS HERE NOW

-Aw Drive's belt is a lil guy that's cute

-Love that Gaim showed up already in his suit. was his non-suit actor sick that day of shooting or what

-Ridiculous group of individuals right here

-"BANANA AU LAIT" real attack name

-Think I watched a porno like this once. less special effects but just as much non-consensual penetration

-Parad violating Emu's mind exhibit #587

-Emu once again having more chemistry with a guy not in his own show. Emu should have given him mouth-to-mouth here actually

-DRIVE KNOCKED UP SOMEBODY???????

-Surprise Hiiro cake watch! Very pretty cake!

-ALL OF EX-AID WAS PACMAN'S FAULT CONFIRMED

Closing thots: I had fun watching this! I probably would have enjoyed it a lil more if I knew anything abt Ghost or the other riders, but thankfully this was mostly an ex-aid movie ft. others so it didn't dampen the viewing experience all that much. I liked seeing Tanahashi for the whole 2 minutes of screentime he got, the slingblade to Drive was sick as fuck. Plentiful Emu ryona as well; slightly less graphic than when Asakura shoved light tube glass into his eyeballs but still pretty brutal! And hot! What else uhhh the actor playing Takeru is really handsome in a slightly off putting way. His suit is kinda uggo tho, shame.

7/10 pacman died for our sins

[tempertyzias]

genuinely what is trigun

my biggest current hyperfixation, its like two and half mangas/two animes/a movie

it started as just the manga "Trigun", then was adapted into the 1998 anime, then the manga CONTINUED in the form of "Trigun Maximum" which has 14 volumes plus a little addon anthology book called "Multiple Bullets" (but I don't know much about it specifically). im on volume 11 and it is KILLING ME [positive]!! there was a movie, Badlands Rumble, in 2010, most people have kinda mixed feelings about it cause the characterization is questionable but I still like it. the latest rendition of it is Trigun Stampede, made by the same studio that made Beastars. you might also hear about "trigun omnibus"-- thats just a reprint of the manga condensed into 7 books instead of 14. Trigun Stampede was the first one I watched and its my personal favorite but I love all versions of it truly madly deeply. it's my absolute favorite kind of story: the kind that slow boils you like a frog, gradually getting more and more difficult to explain as it goes on, but that also makes it more and more difficult to get more people into it

the main character, Vash The Stampede, is a wanted gunman with a varying amount of money on his head depending on the rendition / point in time but usually 60 billion double dollars, except hes actually a pacifist who avoids violence if he can and refuses to kill. his designs vary between renditions (I think he wears like 7 different coats in the manga?) but generally, blonde spiky hair, orange glasses, prosthetic arm, red coat. trigun stampede is the most different design from the previous renditions, a lot simpler mostly (except for his arm, bane of many fanartists though I honestly really like drawing it) but basically hes my biggest blorbo I both love him and want to be him. people call him a twink but hes not hes built like a brick shithouse under the coat

hes usually accompanied by Wolfwood, religious trauma personified whos hard to describe because his personality varies the most between renditions-- though his design is pretty consistent across the board, wears a suit and carries a big wrapped-up cross thats actually a gun called "The Punisher". he's usually a priest, but in Stampede he's an undertaker. also before I knew what Trigun was when I saw people at a convention cosplaying him I thought he was a supernatural character

and Meryl and Milly (though Milly isn't in Trigun Stampede yet), who in most renditions are insurance agents assigned to follow Vash but then get attached to him like the sad pathetic wet cat he is

then theres Vash's fuckass twin brother who I hate, Millions Knives, edgelord supreme that, depending on the version, I either couldnt care less about or just flat out dislike. I'd probably see his appeal more if I didn't have sibling trauma but a lot of people are capital f Freaks about him and Vash's relationship the fandom has an incest ship problem worse than Homestuck its fucking dire out here and thats one of the contributing reasons I do not like him. its kindof hard to explain his motivations without spoiling pretty much the whole plot but hes the main antagonist of the story and basically just. a grown ass man consistently and obsessively trying to get his brother to side with him even though he wants to Kill and Vash does Not

theres a bunch more characters but ive already been typing for an hour about this and if I dont quit while im ahead ill be here all night and forget to eat. I will frantically half-explain Trigun to anyone who will listen because im DESPERATE to get more people into it without spoiling too much right out the gate (though usually I get way too ahead of myself and end up spoiling it anyway). my trigun hyperfixation probably borders on unhealthy but fuck it we ball

[khaleesiofalicante]

That first pov was WILD!!! What do you mean the kids already knew?? But yeah, it was kinda inevitable with Lance being the PoD and Arthur with his visions…. Also the way they find out about the visions HOLY SHIT

"It's not him. Max hasn't broken any laws," David said, his face stoic and voice firm. "It's this man." Sarah may say that was a bad move (she wanted to say dick move, but again, she doesn't swear😂), but he's just a baby for me and he felt betrayed!!! BUT Older Max's heart!! That man has really lost everything more than once 😭😭

It was as if someone had ripped out his heart. But then they put it back. Except that, they weren't careful with it. They've put it back all wrong and now it hurt. WAIT I THINK YOU SHARED THIS QUOTE ONCE AND THE CONTEXT MAKES IT 10000 TIMES MORE PAINFUL!!! Just stab me and let me die 😭

KYLE IS DEAD FUCK YES!!!!! God, this deserves a celebration of it's own!!!! I'm so happy for this it almost makes me forget the rest of the clusterfuck 🥹

"I tried to save my David and it cost you a brother."

For a moment, the other world despite being destroyed and dead seemed like a better place. Just because Rafael still had a brother who loved him.

Hear me out... Stop making me cry with this two and their angst... And maybe I could experience happiness for the first time in years🥲

We are seriously looking over the fact that Joan called Atlas "sience boy"??? That was so funny and cute ajhfhadghedjw

Tiberious literally said: maybe it's illegal but who am I to judge? Curiosity is more important 😎, and he was so valid for that!!!

"Ah, the twink," Harry nodded. "What about him?"

I CRIED JHADEAJHDKAJ. MAGNUS BANE BEING CALLED A TWINK WAS NOT ON MY 2024 BINGO BUT GO OFF!!!

"Christopher," the boy replied, pushing back his glasses again. "Christopher Lightwood." I genuenly believe your brain should be studied and analysed for future generations to get even a glimpse of the wonder it is and just a a little bit of clarity as to HOW THE FUCK you manage to write like this :)

I really needed to throw a party because Kyle died but I care too much about Kincaid to celebrate it (because I know he is sort of sad about it...)

BUT MADELEINE THOUGH....

[n0wav]

BY THE WAY CHATTERS

Here’s some stuff about me if you even care

My name is wav I have been going by that name for years ever since middle school and although I have tried many times to abandon it I have not been able to shake it off (Taylor swift reference).

I am a 19 year old boy if you couldn’t tell by the way I am and talk about things.. I am very autistic and have had adhd ever since I was a little little child. I got ostracized as a child for it because I was the only kid in normal non special ed class who had any kind of neurodivergence and so kids didn’t really like me x3

I am asexual I don’t like sex it’s kinda lame and stuff there’s a whole story to that but you guys will never know!!!! I want to eventually prolly fall in love but I’m not very sure about that right now because I’m scared of love and relationships and I have trust issues so I’m not willing to do that right now

I currently only really hangout with 2 people, both are women, both are 22, one is in love with me, one is lesbian. Let’s start with R (the one in love with me). Now R is like awesome because she cosplays and when I ask her to do a cosplay she says “okay!” And it’s pretty awesome if you ask me. She knows I don’t have any actual feelings for her we have had the big talk about that and she’s okay with it. R is very very very very very pretty and awesome and sweet and kind but I am unfit to be in a relationship and she’s old 🤢🤮. She likes a lot of the same music I do and the other day I was really craving to listen to hatsune miku and then I started playing some and she knew the songs and it was awesome I #love R she’s one of my besties for reals

Next is C. C is lesbian so she isn’t in love with me but she always calls me cute and a twink which I think is really funny. She also says I look really breedable sometimes and I don’t know to feel about it. C is like a mother to me because whenever I’m sad she lays me on her shoulder and pets my hair and then I fall asleep laying on her shoulder and then I have my legs on R then I end up staying the night at their house.

C & R both have a lot more money than me (I am poor) so they drive me around and give feed me almost everyday and it’s the best life I could ask for.

Back to ME tho

My entire life people have told me I’m like a dog and I’ve kinda just accepted it at this point but it still feels offensive but I think deep down I know it’s true.

Here are some bands and artist I like!!!

Sodaboy64

Pavement

Mike krol

The smiths

The strokes

Weatherday

Hallowed

Nick drake

Radiohead

Dinosaur jr

The unicorns

Plumtree

Pixies

My blood valentines

Glass beach

Swirlies

The microphones

The cure

Cap’n jazz

Weezer

I hate myself because

The Sundays

Stephen malkmus and the jicks

Mad planets

Sunny day real estate

Mineral

Yuck

Moses Campbell

Cafe tacvba

Caifanes

Birdbath

Unwound

Neutral milk hotel

Jeff mangum

Stephen malkmus

J mascis

Bôa

Crying

The breeders

Feeble little horse

Worst party ever

Hatsune miku

Myself

That’s just a couple of them mostly the ones I listen to more than other music I like.

Here’s where I post music sometimes if you even care

Hhsjbf

Today I think everyone should listen to tuff ghost by the unicorns!

The unicorns are a Canadian indie rock back from the 2000s. I like to say they’re kinda like a mix of the microphones and jack stauber (if he made good music :3) but they are REALLY good!!! And not very talk about anywhere that I can see so make sure to share this song and band around with your friends!!

This is the end of the post thank you for reading my word vomit :3333

[aikawa-kazuki]

forgot to post my notes from episode 2 but it's been a week so fuck that and we are going with ep 3

· · ─────── ·spoilers ahead· ─────── · · 🦭 I also hope that noone will be checking my notes on the phone because I'm not sure if I want them to see my PB notes… ❄️ Ah right he made a stupid decision because he was horny 🦭 Music from intro reminds me that basic music from GTA games ❄️ I- I thought this was some weird long fan sex fantasy but I didn't think they would actually go this way 🦭 Hm new character? I don't recall him ❄️ Not the Skype sounds….. 🦭 Aw platonic kisses ❄️ Just boys being boys 🦭 Mnheeh, they didn't fill up the shot glass, lame ❄️ Oh so that's what rugby players do after the match… 🦭 Pizza Guy seems to be bored of his twink 💀 ❄️ PLOT CRUMBS, PIZZA GUY YOU ARE GUILTY OF SOMETHING 🦭 For some reason it's funny to me he is recording everything, like it's a vlog ❄️ I don't think he just delivers pizza every night… 🦭 CAN THE SKYPE NOTIFICATIONS SOUNDS STOP, I HAVE PAVLOVAN REACTION TO THEM, despite not using skype for many years ❄️ Mask..? There was a dog mask in the intro…….. 🦭 Blocked and ghosted 💀 ❄️ Oh boy he is about to get railed 🦭 Oh my god they are setting boundaries, that unusual ❄️ That's sure one way to do a massage 🦭 Fake news! He is not railing but has sad boy time (it would be so cool to have ace spectrum character…) ❄️ Captain is in denial! 🦭 They still haven't move the fish out of that bowl… ❄️ Damn he is stacked up with that gear

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary426

11/23-24/24

saturday - sunday

some days are really nice, until something stupid happens, i guess.

but if i'm being honest a lot of today was a lot of things, not just nice, the day out started complicated and only got more so. to start it's windy, any day which is windy i should maybe take as an omen as i will always at least be in a worse mood because i fuss over my bangs and think everything is a little more stupid because of that. so there's that, to start with today.

first thing was to go to this cup sleeve event at a boba place for a guy's birthday, someone in my gf's favorite kpop group, wooyoung. so we go to the thing, we stand around, we get drinks, they look at stuff, she spends some money on some stuff for the photocards, and gets some freebies. the drink was good, i maybe should have not had it though.

i keep sitting here, thinking about how to even talk about having a basically pleasant time, in the kpop realm for a while, but still being so totally alienated and growing more depressed as time went on there, not just at the event but at another store my gf and her friends went to get more stuff, more albums, they go to two more stores actually. they get stuff at both, her friends get way more than her. they ask her if she wants some stuff, and is like, no. that's good. then they go trade with these people, lots of women, some nb people, some guys too, mostly women though. it made me think about porn, not, like, that these women are doing the same as selling pornography dvds, but it made me think about how the patriarchy made such a thing formalized and normal, and how i guess one has the inclination to see this as weird, and that as just commerce. however, i found myself alienated, no matter what, i just felt so weird, it makes me feel sad, in a self pitying way because i feel like not enough, that my gf needs a photobook full of photos of a guy who she i guess finds really cute but it's always that he's an effeminate twink. i don't really want to be that. i don't want to be thought of like that. i just want to be her partner or whatever. i know it's hard to be anything other than that... i know to her, that includes me, to me though it feels wrong. everything feels wrong. i don't know. but there's that angle, and then this sense that it's all, i don't know, it's just full of a little sadness, these super filtered photos of guys who are sexy or cute to these people, some ideal, all you can do to feel like you touch it, hold it, fuck it maybe or at least know it in depth, is to collect. it's infinite, as long as this person lives, you can take images of their face, put them on cards, and collect them through their days, the shifts in the group's image, hair changes, wigs, whatever. i guess i feel like no matter what, there's desire on the other end of it, but it can't hold what it wants.

i keep thinking today about addiction, about how we feed little ones, and about this fear, that what she has now is a kind of addiction, that this addiction will sink us somehow, that it will fuck us financially, make her lonelier because when you want something impossibly far from you, you want to reach into the flattened form of another person, and i'm here, too real, too much pushback, unavailable in my ways, sometimes i don't want to have sex, i don't want to be touched sometimes, maybe i just want to be looked at, my great wish has always been to be behind glass, and touch hurts me sometimes, discomfort of some kind. i dunno. anyhow, there's this addiction fed by a loneliness it implants, this implanted loneliness is basically good for the economy, it makes one need other things, apparatuses to help the fantasy exist or something, to have access to a kind of phantom virility in the other you want. it's okay that we have eyes that go elsewhere. i'm not very attractive, i'm stupid, i'm ugly, i feel so ugly, it's really painful, to be honest, i feel like i keep looking at my hair i keep thinking, i fucked it up, i'm less cute, i should cut myself, instead of cutting myself i'm writing it out that i want to, that i want to take the scissors i cut my hair with and also cut the collagen ampoule pads my gf bought and cut my wrists, horizontal, just to bleed and feel sorry for myself and feel warm and the impossible things i like to feel. she has hers, i want mine.

anyway i keep thinking about addiction, i wonder if there are any which are manageable, which we can handle, you know, to prevent something bad from happening, or, i dunno.

there's a selfish thing, in me, about this spending, i want to be spoiled, i want gifts, she has these things she collects, i want my things, i want little things, i don't even know what. i keep thinking tonight, i just want to be thought about, all i want is to be thought about, i want my words to be remembered, i feel so not remembered sometimes. i know though this is stupid, i'm stupid, seriously stupid and wrong and i'm just selfish instead of wanting her to spend money on these things just hold onto it but who cares. i don't know what i want, i never know, i never speak up, it's all my fault, everything bad is my fault and i make everything about myself and i'm a bad person.

anyway, we eventually leave kpop world and go over to a bar, my gf has one drink, our friend has one drink, we're having fun, or, wait, i forgot, we got dinner, at a sushi place, and i liked that, we were having fun then too!! and i was spoiled i suppose. but i know she really wanted that, because it's her favorite food, and we're celebrating, i forgot to say, because i'm so selfish, i can't say it so specifically what accolade she's received but really its for the excellence of her thesis and there's a little money thrown at her for it + this is pretty distinctive for her, and she deserves it, of course, she really is that smart, and she deserves far more than they've given her, they should really, i think, give her so much support, because she really fucking tries in ways people don't always try, in every level of her work, for the students she teaches, for her scholarship, always putting so much thought and research in.

after the bar, sitting and bullshitting a while, we go to the book store where they're doing a special 10 year anniversary reading event for local writers to read their stuff. they had 10 writers come out, the short of it is, a really nice reading, some stuff i quite liked hearing read aloud, surprising lack of poetry, but the prose occasionally surprised me, usually i never am! i think the best there was the co-owner of the bookstore's reading, about a lemur named susie q and her wrath against her owner who becomes pregnant, really funny, naturally very funny, he is a funny and sweet man. the second best... hmmm... i liked this older woman's her name is colette, she talked about scorpions in hers, it was more essayistic than what she described it as, she said prose poem, all the same, it was nice i think and it felt genuine. it's really interesting to me, how rare it is to find people who try to be funny in their writing, i mean, i'm so bad at it too, i basically get it. to see someone who i really had no idea about, the co-owner, i wondered if he'd be a poet actually, or all kinds of things, and he really surprised me, i think most of us, although i think we all imagined he would be rather good.

at the reading was someone we haven't seen in a while, that guy who cheated on my friend but got back together with him because they do i think really love eachother. however, my gf has issues with that guy still because he was like "your other friend is a liar for saying i was trying to fuck one guy i wasn't" and it's just like sure whatever dude. seeing him was interesting, he kind of just hung around the rest of the night until we got away from him at another bar and he called our one friend, hey why did you not come to (x) place i thought you'd all be here!! and it was like oh,,.. sorry... blah blah blahhh. at the reading, also, my gf spilled wine on me, i was holding her cup of wine, i said something funny, she started swatting at me and it spilled all over the tights i was wearing!! really annoying, but whatever, i shouldn't care at all.

he's basically nice, still, he's funny, easy to bullshit with, for better and worse it's easy for me to forgive him or just act normal, he does his best to make things feel normal, or if not normal, just, fine, whatever, everything being roughly okay.

basically we sat at one bar, then went to another, my gf getting more and more drunk over the night, getting basically super duper wasted, more than she's ever been, by the end of the night. in between bars, we went to a sex store, she bought a vibrator and i keep wonder i guess, about the videos of her favorite guy, the way he seems to express a sort of virility, even though she always says things like "you just know he's a bottom" it seems like he's less interested in being a corpse than i am, and that's fine, and then the thing she now has, which i can also use to be fair, even though the rabbit ear bit will do nothing for me the weird rotating thing inside would probably feel good to my insides, it's a rather violent machine compared to anything i can really do, i guess, is what i think seeing it, i don't know, i don't feel impotent or replaced, i just feel distant or something, like i said, there's a thing that appeals to a loneliness, or a kind of loneliness natural to being a person, i don't know, is it my fault she has it in the first place? i'm lonely too in my ways, such as, i feel distant from everyone, even her, even as well as she understands me, sometimes i feel foreign, i feel foreign to everything, like i'm a stranger to myself and i am still saddled with the task of translating myself, and there's things dreamed up by capital, basically, to alleviate that pain, or, is this pain even real? maybe it's our being convinced of it on some level that gives it any strength, and it's an illusion, it feels illusory, i'm no different from anything else, people and coral, i'm just emptiness with stuff around it.

either way, or, is there any other way, i feel digressive tonight, i don't know, all i can say is, i don't know. i don't think the bad feelings come from a dildo so much, which like i said i can use those were only some thoughts i had, really it's seeing things like the fleshlights, the huger fake but still human cocks, the outfits, the women working there who seemed to know a lot, the fleshlights especially, anime sex dolls, i don't know. i guess especially the things where we see the workings of the patriarchy, and also i guess, looking for something i would want inside myself, and there being very little really. sometimes fingers (or fist, if i'm feeling excessive i suppose (sometimes i do feel so)), just feels better than those things. sometimes i like the fucking or whatever of something penis shaped, because it lets me feel like i'm being fucked, but either way, i don't know, is this tmi? tonight's been too much really. commodities, relationships with non-people, people packaged and sold in portions, collectable and easy to store, the division of gender in these, how men get one set of objectification where they seem to possess themselves and in fact sell themselves, their power over preserved, and women wholly abstracted to a warm spot and some functions.

overall she just wanted to blow reward money on something nice for us i guess and it's nice, i hope she's not ashamed of it, i just want her to be happy, i'm always confused by my own feelings.

then my gf went to go get super drunk at this other bar and i had a nice time there too, we were all together just chatting, i was happy to talk to our friend more there, or we talked the whole night, there was a point at the other bar we were talking about current events, the misery of that, and here she told us sex stories which i won't recount, just that she was telling us these things because she felt close to us, or feels close to us, really likes us. i really like her, she's a sort of friend i don't think i've had before really, or, not true, she's like one of the people i'd get close to online as a friend, just someone i could talk to a lot, enjoy a lot, have around other people, always talking about nonsense, but here, you know, and having someone like that makes talking to others looser, my gf is like that too, i may have made it sound like she 'doesn't get me' but i think she does, i hope i get her, she makes living in the world and among others so much easier and better, really much better, more funny, more joyous, everything increased, that means even the stuff that makes me feel fucked up though i guess. anyway, we were all talking, my gf gets more wasted than she's ever been in her life, and then we get in the car, our friend leaves her phone on the sidewalk we go back for it, it's there of course, we continue to go get tacos somewhere, or they'll get tacos, my gf is like, i can't eat, i can't eat, and in the drivethru, she eventually gets to feel so sick (because, maybe, i am making incest jokes (maybe evil... i dunno... i was doing it earlier, she was laughing... i do it all the time... it's funny to me... sorry...)), that she vomits, in 5 or 6 bursts, everyone's quiet a bit, and then everyone's like, it's okay, it's okay, i'm not saying that, i feel bad about it, but i'd feel like i was lying, since i was like, i have to make sure and follow through on making everything okay like cleaning our friend's car and cleaning the clothes at least enough and getting her in bed but i had some help when we got home, but the car ride home was unpleasant and blah blah blah i just went and said what i wouldn't do and did other things and cut my hair more and the car ride reeked of vomit and i don't know why but being alone right now makes me feel insane, when people are drunk, it's like they aren't there, it's just someone wandering around clueless like a child, it makes me so unhappy sometimes. sometimes not though. sometimes it's okay.

i cut my hair more, i think i'm going to hate it. i was happy with it other days. i was not happy with it at 5 am now it's 7 am i cut my hair more and did other things and am unhappy with myself and delirious, whatever.

i came home, cleaned my friends car of vomit, other friend helped my girlfriend out of her clothes, got her to bed, she was worried about me being upset at her, i'm not upset at her, sometimes the world is too much, it just happened and we had to deal with it and i don't like the smell and cleaning the clothes when we got home was unpleasant and time consuming but it's okay and it's okay that she puked and i talked to people about times they got puked on and it was funny and okay, i did the bad stuff just because of feeling ugly and burned out and like i'm dealing with an impossible problem and i don't really want to be myself at all.

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[snarkylinda]

No no, is quite simple you see:

-Spencer felt the need to put to memory Derek's heatrate, and this mf doesn't find that strange at the sightlest.

-Also after Spencer reveals there might be a God and he might had looked him at the eye when he died, Derek's response was literally"why didn't you tell me that? :("

-Derek's whole family, including his dead dad a d newborn son, knows Spencer by name AND quirks, also during this conversation, when dead dad compliment Spencer, Derek's only response is a sober "will I ever see him again?"

-Spencer was reciting an old proverb about soulmates that are together for a bazillion yearsto their newest friend, only to make it about Derek for some reason. Again- Derek isn't fazed by this shit at the sightlest.

-J.J, someone almost as young as Spencer, was almost mauled to death for rabid dogs and saw an woman ACTUALLY mauled by them- but fuck her apparently because pretty boy isn't safe (this is still so funny, specially because of what happened two seasons later lmao Amplification really said Karma is a bitch)

-Spencer who mostly stays at the station cause he is a sad Twink gave the most embarrasing tackle known to man to save Derek for the ass whooping of his life- this didn't work, Spencer was hit but that became Derek's motivation to clock this guy's ass with an telephone. Reminder- until this point, he was getting beaten- Spencer being hit ONCE gave him shonen superpowers.

-At the SAME FUCKING EPISODE Spencer felt the need to mention his co-worker well sculpted abs. Later that day, that same co-worker felt the need say (Spencer) had a pretty face.

-Again, Spencer who is an poor victorian Twink was able to run past trained agents while playing softball because Derek was waiting for him at the base. This all started because Spencer owned him a favor- and despite the fact they literally say each other more than their pets see them, Derek decided that that favor would be spending more time with him- alone.

-When Spencer was forced to confess the delicate state of his only family, despite the whole team hearing him, the camera felt the need to show an close up of Derek looking really really sad.

-Later that same evening, we had the longest hug in this stupid's show history. That thing lasted 2 minutes- and I know this was the season where one of them leaves so the line between the actors and the characters is blurred but this thing has a director and they didn't say fucking cut.

-Also also this scene ended with an pragmatic "I love you" that was downright spelled out 5 episodes later.

-The Angsty "someone is in mortal danger and the other person is behind a literally door glass helplessly staring at their sorrowful eyes" trope. What the fuck was that. The "someone wakes up at the Hospital and the other person is right besides them" Trope. At the same fucking episode. This literally do s nothing for the plot they literally just wanted to whump Spencer on Derek's face for the love to the game.

-Speaking of whump- both of this characters had a scene where they were getting loaded to an ambulance and the other is hovering over them hearing what could potentially be their last words (9x24 and 11x15 respectly), in the case of Spencer they had an WHOLE scene dedicated to it ON the ambulance- this time it wasn't purely for the love to the game since whatever Spencer said was relevant to the case- but is still really funny how they just REALLY love to have scenes of the camera focused at the fact that Derek is super super worried and hurt over the fact Spencer got hurt in front of him (again)

-This seems to be also acknowledged by other characters, as when Spencer was acting strange in Corazon, Hotch confronted Derek and asked him if Spencer was doing ok. Rossi did the exact same thing on Nelson Sparrow, Alex did it after Maeve's murder. Derek is just the one assigned to watch over Spencer cause the last time they didn't talk Spencer was doing heroin.

-Spencer seeming offended that Derek didn't want to share a room with him.

-Everyone was fucking weird about Spencer being on a relationship- but Derek felt the need to have an one to one with Spencer and for some reason confort him over the fact that even if they didn't talk much now cause adult life they will always be friends- seriously where did that even came from lmao Spencer has one secret and Derek suddenly feels they are drifting away forever.

-But Spencer is even weirder because ok- he has pre-fabric abandonment issues since he was born, is not weird he would react badly to Derek leaving his side- what is fucking weird and funny af is that after this man went to JAIL and they really really really try to convince us he is oh so jaded now- not even five minutes after meeting with Derek again, an serial killer mentions his name and he looks ready to cry. In ANOTHER instance before this ANOTHER serial killer clock his ass telling he has sad eyes and he downright says he grieving the lost of his friend. He can call him.

-But going back to Derek being the one to keep tabs on Spencer- now is not only for the other members benefit but for the audience benefit as Spencer hadn't been gone for a day but Derek felt the need to tell us Spencer is trying really hard to learn how to text just to tell him he misses the team and that his mom is doing ok. J.J was the one to tell him he should visit her mind you.

-Spencer isn't a big fan of touch with the exception of a emotionally charged hug/handhold/etc from his family in certain times- but he is very chill with Derek casually putting his arm around his shoulders in more than one ocassion for literally no reason.

-Reminder that these people spend most of their lives together cause of the job- on vacation Derek felt the need to drag Spencer with him and Elle. We don't see him extend this invitation to anyone else.

-Spencer wasn't really doing anything useful as Derek deactivated an bomb- so Derek tells him to step back. Spencer refused cause an world where Derek wasn't in wasn't a world worth living in.

-"I am sorry I can't stay by your side" "I just can't imagine that room without you"

-Spencer has a night terror, both in dream and irl he does nothing but yell for Derek to save him.

-Derek do math, Rossi makes a quip about Spencer, Derek smiles fondly to himself.

-SPENCER KNOWS HIS FUCKING HEART RATE-

They are friends :)

"pronouns are confusing" bro what in the fruit FUCK is going on between spencer reid and derek morgan

[twinkinspector]

Ohhhhh- Tokyo ghoul.. I started watching that with my little brother when we were younger

but then he got mad at me one time so he said I wasn't allowed to watch it anymore cuz it was "his anime"- and at the time I was just watching it to hang out with him so I was like "okay coolcool, but can we watch something else together instead??" xX

this was back when you'd have like multiple episode parts in YouTube videos in the bottom corner of the screen with someone's desktop background taking up the whole rest of it- I'd hold my iPod really close to my face under my blankets so I could see what was happening.. probably why i need glasses now xD

ALKJGRE that's so sad!!!!

well..... you can always go back and watch it now :3

CONTROVERSIAL OPINION PROBABLY AB TOKYO GHOUL so i'm gonna put it below the cut maybe it's not controversial but idk idc

so i am actually really not a HUGE fan of tokyo ghoul in general (THE ANIME, I HAVE TO CLARIFY) but i still appreciated it for what it was

if i ever tell anyone to watch it, i tell them to stop when their heart decides it's over and to not force it after that..... bc a lot of it felt v forced to me

i still don't understand the whole "new series vs new season" thing in some animes (like yk how they randomly will be a new series??? but it just should be a new season????? and other times it's a new season but it's totally different???) and this one is no exception

i really really enjoyed it until i think ep 24 and then i forced myself to watch the rest because i'm both a masochist and a perfectionist

I'VE HEARD that the manga was better but i don't know bc i've never read it myself

to me, tokyo ghoul is wasted potential with a lot of Very Good Characters and my favorite twink in the world