#honestly if tumblr kicks me off one more time I will lose it

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT ; they have a very obvious crush on you

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, & quackity

warnings ; language

y/s/n = your ship name

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

constantly donates / talks through tts when you're streaming alone

TommyInnit donated $10!

"Tommy, stop giving me money, just use TTS"

only uses tts when you tell him to each and every time, it's routine

if he's streaming when you compliment him, chat always points out his red face to both of you

"shut up chat! I'm not blushing. you guys suck"

after a while he gets invested in the shipping

"if I open wattpad and don't see three new y/s/n fics I'm gonna lose my shit, guys"

"Tommy, Tommy, check ao3"

"I found one and it actually looks good!"

reading fanfics on stream (with permission of course and being light on the jokes and whatnot)

you and Tommy make your own fanfic too

he gets your friends to read it on their streams too 💀💀💀

literally every bit he writes is something he wants to do with you

such a hopeless romantic

RANBOO

always doing you favors

never saying no to you

"yes sir/maam!"

always donos on your streams while speed running or playing horror games to tell you good luck

it rlly isn't a stream wo one of their donos istg

chat always asking where he is during one of said streams

editors go CRAZY with the misfits vlogs & tom simons vlogs with you two in them

the chemistry???

you react to / watch each sorry boys episode on stream when they come out

editors go crazy with your compliments to ranboo

they do too 😭😭

giggling and kicking their feet cause they're so funny to you

he's literally head over heels bruh

gives u free merch and stuff

FREDDIE BADLINU

he's usually nice/full of compliments but he's so extra with you

claims it's for the bit

lets you dye his hair

ylyl streams with him constantly LMAO

he wrote your name on his bi flag for some reason??? when you ask about it he just says "why not?" and you shrug it off

always helping you pick out clothes and shit when thrifting/shopping

always has to find a pair of sunglasses for you I swear

constantly asks his viewers to edit you guys

it's become a part of your relationship where he clearly has a crush on you but you can't tell if it's for the bit or if he's serious so you never say anything

the tom simons vlogs w you guys go hard

especially the ylyl irl with ran, tommy, charlie, james, and billzo

same with the ylyl american version w jack, tommy, james, harry, etc

editors and fanfic writers have field days with those

just straight up making out as "friends" for the bit????

even Tommy is confused and he's been supporting Freddie through the dumb shit he's been doing

supports the fanfics

he honestly reads them

if you catch him doing so he says he's just interested and he might read it on stream for funnies

QUACKITY

"accidently" sends you free merch nearly every drop

qsmp streams are never complete without you guys flirting or going on a date

basically old karlnapity but you guys on the qsmp

qsmp y/s/n streams go so hard, they're literally the best

cellbit, roier, and jaiden officiating your fake wedding

qsmp y/s/n edits and fanart went crazy

youre like "guys no fanfics or edits of y/s/n, only if hes comfortable with it, I don't want you guys to weird him out"

and hes begging people to make the fanfics, the fanart, the everything

daily tweets of "guys send me more y/s/n fanart" or "any good y/s/n fanfic recommendations??"

cellbit always replies to those tweets with some long ass dictionary ass response to fuck with you two

fitmc of all people makes you guys a little tumblr oneshot.

[danikamariewrites]

Hello, I saw you that you write for Fourth Wing, and I just finished reading the book and I'm am just in a need for more lol.

I was wondering if you wrote for Garrick or Bodhi. A scenario in which there are having a moment with their partner but they always end up getting interrupted by the group lol 😆 until they finally kind of explode maybe fluff/smutt.

And honestly this my first time ever putting in a request. Sorry and thank you( I never really interacted within tumblr but I'm trying)

Interruptions

Bodhi x reader

A/n: after reading Iron Flame I’m so in love with Bodhi like he’s such a cutie 🥰

Warnings: suggestive

Bodhi was going to lose his fucking mind. He knew running these weapons missions with his cousin and moving up in leadership would make his free time nonexistent but not like this. Especially his time with you. He hated that he was neglecting you. The fact that you’ve been nothing but supportive made him feel even more guilty.

To say thank you for your patience Bodhi had planned a romantic moonlight picnic. Unfortunately, plans had to change since it began down pouring an hour ago. You didn’t mind sitting on a blanket on his floor. As long as you get to spend time with your boyfriend you’re happy.

Dessert has been pushed aside in favor of Bodhi being on top of you shoving your tongues down each other’s throats. Just as he moved down to suck at your pulse point and unbutton your pants a loud knock had the two of you jumping apart. He let out a frustrated groan, reluctantly getting up to open the door.

You couldn’t hear what was being said but you knew it had to be important. Bodhi wasn’t putting up a fight. He just grimaced and nodded his head. Turning to face you he had an apologetic look on his face. You give him a tight lipped sympathetic smile. Standing you fix yourself and kiss his cheek. ��It’s ok babe. We’ll pick this up next time.” He nodded back giving you a quick goodbye kiss.

Two weeks of constant interruptions happened after that night. Bodhi was fucking sick of seeing Xaden or Garrick’s face at his door while you were in his bed. It was just unfair.

And when he was free you were busy going into town with your friends. Bodhi finally snapped during afternoon training. He could see you sparring with Iliana over Garrick’s shoulder. Being able to flip someone like that should not be that hot.

You had Iliana pinned under your hips, your waist straddling her midsection. She tapped out and you swing off of her, holding a hand out to help her up. A groan made its way up Bodhi’s throat.

He couldn’t stand being away from you. Not having his hands on you was killing him. Garrick was taunting him but the words weren’t registering in his brain.

Bodhi quickly put Garrick in a headlock, kicking out the back of his knees. He wasn’t prepared for how quick Bodhi would act. Before he could go further Garrick tapped his arm three times, surrendering without injury.

Bodhi let go and quickly made his way over to you. Training was over and he knew you had nothing for the rest of the day. Now was his chance to sweep you into his arms and lock you in his room. He spots Xaden in his peripheral. Before his cousin could come up to him, Bodhi sent him a snarl without breaking his pace.

You were talking to one of your squad mates when Bodhi spun you by your hips, cupping your face and crashing his lips onto yours in a desperate kiss. You immediately melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands grip your ass pulling you flush to his front.

Breaking apart you smirk up at him. “Take me to your room right now.” You pant out. Bodhi pressed his lips back to yours mumbling, “With fucking pleasure.”

[gooobraghhh]

Very sheepishly submitting myself to your tumblr tboy anon harem.

I've never cum before, whenever I've tried to myself it's too much and I tense up, even with toys. I think you could make me, though.

I would love to be ridiculously crossed-- polishing off a mickey of vodka, questionably high content edible just starting to kick in-- while sitting in your lap and laying against you. I wouldn't be in any position to refuse any more weed you'd like to give me, and would happily smoke however much of a joint, or hit a pen a concerning amount of times.

Sober anxieties completely stifled as I lose any higher order of thinking- gradually beginning to pathetically rutt against one of your thighs, trying to grab and caress your tits, breathily whimpering with my face buried in your shoulder.

Obviously, you don't have to let me get what I want. I would be so pliant under your hands that I could easily be moved, maneuvered to wherever you want me to be (I might have to be at this point, it's questionable if I could stand on my own). I asked for it first, it wouldn't be taking advantage to just help me a little to get where I want.

Forced down to my knees, I might try to warn you that I've never sucked cock before, but I can't imagine it would be that coherent. It doesn't matter, anyway. You'd probably have to softly hit me to remind me to open my mouth, and after that you could use my throat as freely as you'd like.

It would be the same when you lay me down. Through hopelessly needly pleas, I might try and say something, but god knows what actually comes out of my mouth. I wouldn't have enough sense to be embarrassed about that, or having lost my pants some time ago, or how I've been leaking through my underwear. I definitely wouldn't have enough sense to be embarrassed about how (as soon as I'm freed from my boxers) I eagerly spread my legs for you. Honestly, that's about as much physical effort as I would be able to put in in my state.

Take me however you'd like, command me to call you whatever you want, and i'd gasp for mommy every time you ram into me- whimpering as you pull out to do it again and again. I would beg for you, unintelligibly babbling as I shake, whining that I was almost there and trying to convince you that I had been a good enough boy to deserve it. That you're so, so good, and I just want you to touch me. Even if you don't, just you readjusting my hips to fuck deeper into my cunt has me yelping and gripping your sheets.

A few more thrusts directly into my g spot and I'm panting and crying, tensing and jerking my hips against yours as I finally cum on your perfect cock. I'd fall limp against the mattress, and probably breathing for a moment before completely passing out.

It wouldn't make too much of a difference, though- I'm still throbbing around you, still a perfectly fine, tight hole. It's not like I would remember anything that happened while I was awake, and definitely not now. There would be no reason not to continue fucking me, no consequences for using me however you want as I pant and mewl beneath you.

It would be a waste *not* to cum deep inside me at least a few times. Maybe more than a few. Enough times that I when I wake up, confused and sick, I'll feel how hard I had been used. I'd still have cum trickling out of me, and know that I was a bitch for breeding.

Shame that I'll never know how hard I came for you, though

-🐏 (if that's not taken!! ⚓ If it is? He/him)

Sorry for the gooner novel. You don't have to post this btw I'm aware of how mf long and possibly weird it is LMAO. I'm not even into this mommy puppyboy shit fr (side eye) this blog just has me feeling some kinda way. Finishing assignments as repentance godbless

Well it’s clear you can’t make yourself cum because the desperation here is just immense. What a dirty fantasy you have. Sheepish is definitely a good way to describe you. I mean you sent me an ask apologizing for this one the next morning. But don’t worry, it’s okay. Some guys are just perverts like you. They can’t help it. Maybe finally cumming would help with your dirty mind, guess we’ll have to find out won’t we? I’ll make sure to get you all fucked up first since otherwise you’re clearly to much of an anxiety ridden mess. You probably do a lot better all strung out and usable

[blueper-saiyan]

I was thinking about the Namek Saga (as I often do ngl), and I find it really interesting that, despite all attempts to claim otherwise, Vegeta seems to care about Gohan and Krillin at least a little bit by the end of the arc. He's upset when he thinks Krillin got killed by Freeza.

He saves Gohan without any actual benefit to himself.

Although he does immediately claim it was to show off. Which I could take at face value I guess, but seriously? That's a pretty weak excuse. Especially because Freeza seemed to pick up on Vegeta having some concern for Gohan earlier.

I do not believe you, Vegeta. Also, wow that was fucked up of Freeza, nice touch on the evil.

So I'd say that Vegeta does have at least some level of concern for Gohan and Krillin, which has formed impressively quickly given that they've been teamed up less than one day. I guess they did both assist in kicking Vegeta's ass a few weeks ago, which probably went a decent way toward winning his respect. It's not a level of concern deep enough for him to actually risk himself on their behalf, but he seems distressed by them being hurt. It would sort of make sense if this tenuous bond formed earlier when they fought the Ginyus together, but Vegeta actually saved them first.

Again, I could take this at face value but c'mon. Saiyan prince, but tsundere king.

They do rescue him back, so maybe that's what earned them a tiny bit of loyalty.

However, Vegeta certainly didn't seem like he was expecting it and is even annoyed that they did it. Which is a bit hypocritical of him given that he just saved them. However, this could be the reason why he rescues Gohan from Freeza later on. He could be repaying the favor. He doesn't gain any tactical advantage from that, same as Gohan didn't really gain anything saving him here. But it honestly doesn't even seem like he's thinking of this moment later on. It seems like he just saved Gohan sort of by reflex and then had to justify it to himself (and everyone else present).

Why Vegeta gets invested in Gohan and Krillin is already pretty interesting to me. (I've seen the opinion that Vegeta sees himself in Gohan without realizing it, which is possible. The parallels between them has been the subject of a few tumblr analysis posts. I've also seen the idea that Vegeta sees Gohan as a subject to protect because he's a Saiyan child. However, neither really explains Krillin.) I'd be interested in other people's opinions on it. I can see it being some level of mutual respect or even just the pure pragmatism of being able to use them later.

But I also end up with a secondary question. If Vegeta can save others, or care about them in this span of time, why does he treat the people who he's been partnered with for at least 25 years like this?

Seriously why is he so callous about them both? It's fascinated me for ages, especially because I can directly contrast it with his behavior in the following arc. Obviously the Doylist answer is that Vegeta went from basically pure evil one-off villain who was supposed to die to an antivillain with a smidgen of sympathetic traits between the first and second arc. But I want a Watsonian one. Especially because both Raditz and Nappa seem to think Vegeta would help them.

Why would they think he'd help them? And why didn't he do it? Especially because he does help his new teammates in the next arc. Did the three of them have an epic argument at some point recently and Vegeta isn't over it? Had Vegeta been gradually internalizing more of Freeza's values and decided to rebel against the values a little too when he switched to open rebellion? Had he been slowly losing respect for Raditz and Nappa and this was the final straw, but Krillin and Gohan had earned more respect? Or did he grant both of his teams the same level of concern but Gohan and Krillin do a better job at being competent on their own?

[enhanced-operatives-division]

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ok so im writing this in school so thats y u aren't gonna see this until like noon or smth when i have internet to get on tumblr with lmao

BUT STARSTRUCK AHHHH

SO- FIRST OFF YOU NEED TO GO TO THE IEYTD CONFESSIONS BLOG AND IM THE PERSON WHO TALKED ABT REGGIE FALLING ASLEEP FIRST- READ THAT

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEYRE JUST A PERFECT COUPLE

im curious how do you hc they got together after 2 happened :0000

bc i hc that after john survived the fall he got like- taken in my the agency, b ut they had to watch him and make sure he didn't go back and try to take over the world, also hes declared dead- but the agency placed him with reggie bc they can trust him yk

and i imagine their relationship kinda started out rocky and reggie was rlly kinda nervous but still angry yk? juni was just pissed the fuck off lmao

oh oh oh and, it wasn't immediately the one bed trope, juni was originally on reggies couch, but then the couch either broke or phoenix burned it/threw it out a window :333333

imagine this entire rant was given to you by the adhd creature and youll know exactly what i looked like writing this

OMG HEYYYY OKAY OKAY gonna put this ramble under a cut so it doesn't get long but I have thoughts and FEELINGS on how these shrink dinks meet face to face. This may be a little all over the show because I love them and I'm doing this on my laptop to keep up typing with my stream of thought lmao

Don't offence to this as I mean it just as a funny thing that I observed but I think every starstruck shipper starts off with John getting shipped off to the agency and that's so funny to me. I started off with that because of a buddy's AU/Askblog from like 2 years ago, and honestly I think it's a really solid and reasonable foundation for their relationship to be built off! It's the whole forced proximity thing which breeds fondness between them because they are stuck as coworkers basically.

Overall I agree with the way you see it, having written a fic with a similar premise to it almost two years ago now (crazy) but I'll give my more "these thoughts aren't hidden through inference of prose" for your reading pleasure.

Starting with Reggie, I think he is very civil to JJ, especially when they speak, but honestly I think there would be a genuine level of betrayal, as parasocial as it stems from, for Reggie when it comes to Juniper. In the end, Reggie was a fan of Juniper and his work, so that whole thing of "finding out someone you idolise is a terrible person" would crush him because Reggie is a really sweet guy and would likely only like Juniper as much as he did because he thought Juniper was also a good person. This then meaning that he has to share space with that guy, who is probably bitter and feeling another 1000 things (elaboration coming soon), would be really bloody weird! He's got to deal with the whisperings of his old celebrity crush which he had to snuff out basically instantly because oh God he's going to set of nukes is a pretty damning reason to not want a crush on a guy. He's also having to deal with the fact that Juniper has tried to kill his top Agent (and probably friend) several times within the span of a week, and to top it all off he now has to basically play chaperone to him while at the agency? It wouldn't be a great way to kick off a new relationship, platonic or otherwise.

Juniper is a really bonkers kettle of fish in his own right because there's a lot about him to consider. In the eyes of the public, and very potentially the law, he is dead, and potentially has lost basically all his estate to that fact, so the unimaginable wealth and privilege he would be used to is just gone within probable days. It's implied that JJ was a "self-made man"/achieved the "hollywood dream" in game two, so while yes he'd be pissed at losing all of his niceties, he's also just lost everything he's worked for across his acting career. As much as I don't think he'd admit that it's a huge blow to him, it would be, and I think that's shit for him lowk. Also, he's absolutely still healing from various injuries from that fall of his, so that's adding to his angst.

Alas, Juniper is quick to trigger, and I think to Reggie's civil nature, he'd be much more passive aggressive, at least at first. Unlike Reggie, Juniper has no reason AT ALL to like him, so I think the whole idea of Juniper trying to prove himself to Reggie is even more special because it's a genuine act of trying to be a better person. I'm jumping the gun a bit, but you get what I mean. My main deviation from your interpretation, ALTHOUGH I did basically write that into my fic from 2023 (same one as previous, which is the first junicrane fic on ao3 haha), is the whole them living together. I think I prefer them as coworkers so much more, partially because it amuses me, but mainly because it gives them some time away from one another as to be their own character and how they would think about the other in isolation.

ALAS! Onto my other main interpretation of them which splits into two sub-interpretations (and then there's another minor interpretation after that (and a tiny one after that) so stay tuned!). This main interpretation is generalised and unified by Juniper basically surviving the fall, then making his own way back to a mainland and then basically moving to some kind of safehouse and living in secret.

The deviation comes from how Reggie and JJ would then meet. My main interpretation, and one I've considered writing into a multichapter fic before (though I am terrible at commitment so it is staying as a brain-child for now), is Reggie being suspicious of Juniper just disappearing. This came from how on the ARG website offshoot of his desk, there's two different things relating to JJ and I like to think that's from him investigating his death. To me, there's a significant gap between IEYTD 2 and 3, and to try and distract himself on his worry over Phoenix, Reggie basically goes on a non-agency approved man-hunt for Juniper because his "tracking skills are still up to snuff". And yeah! Reggie finds him! And Juniper as absolutely wracked with paranoia from living in secret and it takes everything in Reggie to convince John that this isn't an agency thing and he's not going to get taken away. John is still a bitch, but he's a terrified one, and despite Reggie's better judgement, he feels bad for him, and somewhat takes it upon himself to keep checking up on JJ. I can go on about this interpretation, buttttt I may save my other plot beats incase I want to one day actually write it

My other version of the whole Juniper making it out is, while yes he's still very paranoid, it's somewhat liberating to no longer be in the public eye. The whole "if juniper went to a juniper look-alike contest, he'd come second", yk? I've prettymuch always hc'ed Juniper as gay, and pretty repressed about it being a famous actor in the public image in the 60s, so being able to finally express that to some degree would be pretty fulfilling for him! I actually wrote this one into a oneshot, being the second starstruck fic ever on ao3 so that saves me from yapping so much about it here. The TLDR is that Juniper basically meets Reggie by chance and has to deal with. ALLLL of the feelings that comes with that.

Onto a HEAVILY more AU version of what I think happens post-IEYTD 2,,,, but Juniper staying allied with Zoraxis and being a double agent for them and working in the Agency. My friend Imp has a more positive version of this where JJ ends up defecting to the Agency's side, and I love that, BUT.. I also really love the idea of just keeping Juniper as an evil character. 2 Dimensional villain or whatever, sometimes they can be just as fun as fully fleshed out characters and I appreciate that. I have a very short Spotify playlist which basically is the moodboard for this AU, but basically play Government Hooker by Lady Gaga and you'll understand. Actually here it is. Go my Scarab. I like the idea of Juniper still playing into his charismatic actor thing to get Reggie to fall for him again, only to break his heart and trust again. I don't often entertain this MAINLY because I like them as this insufferable mushy couple but I do absolutely get a kick out of the complete OPPOSITE of this. Putting them under the microscope etc etc

And then my teeny tiny one is my whole post IEYTD 3 theory that Juniper is the Phantom andddddd that he and Reggie end up working together in IEYTD 4 pleasepleasepleaseplease Schell Games make it happen I would KILL for these guys to speak to one another PLEASE it would be great/silly. Alas I really like the idea of it going in a direction with inspiration from Phantom of the Opera because. I like musical theatre and Juniper is an actor and goddamnit it's the Phantom. It would be whimsical

Alas. I have been into this ship for years, meaning that I have had so much time to play around with it in my head and, while this isn't all of them, these are the main heavy hitters that I go back to. Barring one, but that's got NOTHING to do with the canon of IEYTD, and to be fairrrr me and my buddy may make it into a fic project one day so I will hold off on questions about that one for a while >:3

Other than that! I hope this made any sense at all, I really like these guys and I think you can tell, so I hope this was enjoyable to read :]]]

[miscfandomwrites]

A/N: Don’t know how this college will show up on tumblr, so let’s see. This is an old, old idea that I got one day after I drew all over my arm in eyeliner when I was in class. It was actually really pretty, and thus the idea for this was born. Due to my ADHD it’s hard to focus in class, and because of that I need some sort of stimulation to make my brain think. This was written with an attention disorder in mind for the reader.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F! Reader

Location: Marvel > Natasha Romanoff > Oneshots

Warnings: None, just a small drabble with fluff

Words: 900ish

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

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“We need to move in from this direction instead and then we can carry them out.” Bucky voiced from his place against the wall. 

I didn’t bother to follow the conversation, as this was the fourth time that they’ve been over editing the plan even when the first plan was perfect. 

I inwardly groaned and leaned my head back, moving my arms and stretching. Enjoying the feel of my back popping. The debate about how we were to get in was still going, and I ended up digging through my jacket pockets. Damn, I had a fidget in here this morning…

Still tuning everyone out, I found an eyeliner pen. Wait, wasn’t I looking for that yesterday?

You have got to be kidding me. I was. My habit, or rather, unconscious habit of losing things wasn’t fun. I misplaced things often enough to where I kept trackers on several items I used daily. Everyone idolizes having an attention disorder until you realize just how fucking shitty it is.

Seriously, I can’t get through the day without misplacing something. Or caffeine. Both. 

I ran a hand through my hair, tucking it behind my ears as I pulled the cap off the pen. It was one of the oil-based ones, which meant it was easy to clean off of skin. Laying my hand on the table I started sketching some bones on my fingers, then moved to my hand. Keeping tabs on the conversation, I finished my hand and moved to my arm. Instead of bones I just drew swirls, some small stars, and honestly whatever came to mind. I did the same with my other hand, albeit a bit messier because it wasn’t my dominant hand that was doing the drawing.

“We’re done with this for now. Let’s go over this tomorrow.” Steve said as he clapped his hands together, and shut off the screen. I glanced up only to meet Natasha’s eyes. As soon as she caught my gaze she smiled. I smiled back at her.

Everyone in the tower knew I had an attention disorder, and if just given my fidgets I would be fine. It turns out both of the scientists and I share that in common, and more often than not we were inventing some sort of new fidget toy. Of course, after the lighter-knife-spinner combination, we were a bit limited on our creations. Still, we got along great.

Everyone slowly got up and headed out to wherever they would be going, and I pulled out my phone and earbuds. Donning my jacket and tugging my phone in a pocket, I started my music and headed out, headless of Natasha calling after me.

I got to my floor and immediately shoved my shoes and socks off, along with my jacket and pants. I was bored enough that the thought of doodling over my legs sounded entertaining enough that I discarded my pants as well, kicking them over the back of the couch and flopping down onto it. I grabbed the remote and started from where I left off of (Favorite show) and went back to work. Eventually my feet were covered, and I moved up to my calves, then my knees, and soon enough my entire legs were covered. I drew up my arms as best I could, and fixed my hands. 

“So, this was the result?” Natasha’s voice scared the shit out of me, causing a huge streak of eyeliner to mess up my doodles on my arms. I turned towards her, mouth open in shock. She huffed a laugh and went around the couch, sitting down next to me.

She held out her hand. “May I?” She asked. I handed her the pencil and she gently took my arm, and continued my drawing up my arm and onto my shoulder, before lightly drawing them on my neck, and eventually my cheek. 

“These are really pretty...have you considered getting these tattooed?” She asked me as she switched sides and started working on my other arm. 

“I have, but I also realized that I’d want them different as soon as I saw them.” I replied. 

“That makes sense. You typically don’t like things to be permanent, they always need to be changing.” 

“Yeah, some permanent things. Such as tattoos, furniture, clothes. I change those often. But people however...they’re always changing.” 

“Ah, so in relationships you wouldn’t be deterred if someone wanted something permanent with you?” She questioned, tracing the pencil up my neck and onto my cheek, leaning closer to me. 

“No, I wouldn’t. I prefer that type of stability in my life.” I whispered as she leaned closer to me. 

“Do you want something permanent?” 

“I do.” I leaned closer and closed the gap between us.

[louloulover]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Teen Wolf Script✮⋆˙

𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓗𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓼 ♡

(this is my first ever script on here, I'm still trying to figure tumblr out)

I have shifted here, first place I’ve fully shifted too.

Beacon Hills high school will be shut down for awhile, places in the school are broken and they feel it isn't safe for the students. So they will be placed into Beacon Hills private high school.

(am i going for a fancy rich school, yes. I want to have a relaxing experience if I'm going back to high school.)

𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓗𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓗𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵

(it's giving mean girls, high school musical, 2000s experience)

This school is big and supported by lots of the student's parents. They have a bunch of extracurricular activities you normally don't get. My favorites is Yoga, Tennis, Jewelry making, and more if I feel like it. This school is very clean, and always is. (bathrooms are spotless) Before other student's you would have to buy a LOT of money to get in, that's why they have a small amount of students.

Of course they have strict rules about certain things:

-You are not allowed to smoke anything on campus, you can even get kicked out of school for it.

-if your racist, homophobic, etc. you can get kicked out.

and more, just if you do rude stuff your out of the school. no clothing rules because I would hate that.

I have a cute locker I decorated, pink of course. Stiles locker is right next to mine.

My parents are one of the biggest donators for the school, which gets me a pass in every class with good grades so I don't even have to be in the class lowkey. (so we can skip school at times, also i don't have to be in tests)

I have my own credit card from my parents, so I'm pretty much the 'provider' for the group. lmaoooo. Just pay for the gas, food out, etc.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮

Age: 18, October 13th (same as here)

Supernatural: My family are witches, but we keep it personal. My parents are centuries years old, I am a only child. Yes I am a witch but.

My parents did a ritual when I was a child, because they never wanted to lose me/protect me. So they gave me "power"

(honestly I don't wanna fight and somehow get hurt yk. Who doesn't wanna be overpowered??? pfft)

Like black eyes, sharp teeth, like come on? who doesn't wanna control that. Witch + Dark. So hot.

જ⁀➴𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂

here we go.. I'm still trying to figure it out, I'm so open to suggestions.

start: 3 part 2 (Void Stiles <3) + season 5 (I'm removing 4)

We all start off in Senior year, we meet Liam this year as well. (although Liam doesn't get changed until later in the year. Also Theo doesn't come to our school until halfway through. so i don't beat him up right away. lol)

protect Stiles at all cost. I'm probably gonna edit later or whatever. But I just wanted to post so I can talk with other people tbh. Im so open for messages!!!

[k1ranishf4]

It is 8am, I haven’t slept at all and most likely have all qualifications needed to be declared clinically insane.

BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK MAN??!,!!?!,!,!,!, KXKKSOZLSKXJDLZKSNICUEJSPMWOZHC

I’M GONNA FUCKING KMS AT THIS POINT

*GOOD OMENS 2 SPOILERS BELOW*

It all started so nicely; the first 30 seconds or so literally showed us Crowley when he was still an angel, happily creating the stars and the galaxy and being so proud of his work to the point where he couldn’t even stop smiling like an idiot.

And Aziraphale was with him!! Aziraphale, who fell in love with Crowley even before Earth itself was created; Aziraphale, who couldn’t take his eyes off of Crowley for even just one second while the other was rambling about the stars.

It just got better and sweeter after that, I literally couldn’t stop thinking about how they definitely seem like an old married couple to bystanders, especially whenever they bicker back and forth!

Not to mention their familiarity. You could tell back in season one that those two have known each other for a really really long time and it just got more obvious with this season.

Their mutual pining was also painfully obvious, as always, but this time it really punched me in the guts. I kept coming back to tumblr every now and then when I needed a giggling-and-kicking feet-break while watching and obviously saw a few posts and gifs. Which didn’t exactly help my kicked-puppy-phase. I’ll come back to this later.

Anyway, I’m also hyperventilating about the “One cast-out Prince of Heaven was already bad enough” or something along those lines and was like “ARE THEY INDIRECTLY CONFIRMING THAT CROWLEY WAS THE ARCHANGEL RAPHAEL BEFORE HE FELL???” Because the way I see it, the answer seems to be yes.

Muriel basically said “I don’t have the clearance to show you these files, I’m really sorry” and Crowley just— the fact that the files can only be accessed by angels of higher status tells enough for us to know, but then again, I could be reading way too much into it and all of that could be something else entirely (which I highly doubt, but we saw that literally anything can happen).

Another thing that I absolutely loved was Saraquael’s floating wheelchair. It looked so cool, to be honest. I also liked that they decided to have a disabled angel, instead of going with “yeah, they’re all at peak physical performance”.

Coming back to the Idiots in Love, I honestly thought that it was hilarious of them to stick their noses into other people’s love lives, yet they’re blind/mute/deaf/whatever you want to call it when it comes to the both of them. Loved how two mere humans had to talk sense to a literal demon.

The Kiss. Oh, the Kiss. That broke me. I was worried at first when Aziraphale came back to the bookshop after his little walk and talk with Metatron and was actually shocked to find out that my anxious worry was right. Angel comes back with a two meters wide smile plastered on his face and suddenly starts talking about Heaven again.

That definitely hurt Crowley on an indescribable level. Imagine most of the current problems in your life have been solved again, you’re daydreaming about a lovely dinner at the Ritz with the love of your life and have (some of) your precious, peaceful and fragile existence back when suddenly all of your hopes and dreams get crushed by the very person that you love because they can’t help Heaven’s brainwashing and their own righteousness.

Imagine them happily talking about the very place that you were cast out of just for daring to question or even make suggestions for God’s Great Plan. Yup, definitely sucked for Crowley. I believe that in that moment, when he kissed Aziraphale, he was hoping to finally open the angel’s eyes and make him see and understand what Crowley truly meant.

He just wanted to be away from everyone and everything and have his love by his side, just like he always had been.

But Aziraphale didn’t—couldn’t!�� understand that. He was losing his faith and frankly, I still think he does, but deep down, there’s this something in him that sees the good in everyone. Especially Heaven, because God and the angels are supposed to be the good guys here! Hell is obviously bad and evil, and so are demons, then Heaven must’ve been better!

He’s loved Crowley for as long as Crowley has loved him, but in that moment, he saw his chance to possibly make a change and had to take it. He doubted this decision, obviously!! But he also knew that change was desperately needed, even though he seemed to regret his choices and even considered just going back to Crowley.

Crowley, on the other hand, expected Aziraphale to immediately turn down the offer and when it was clear that he hadn’t, he tried to convince Aziraphale of just calling everything off. He waited outside by his car, because Aziraphale always came back after arguments like this. He came back when Crowley had asked for holy water, despite being against it. He came back when Crowley had offered to run away together multiple times during Armageddon. He always returned to Crowley despite his own opinions and Crowley thought that this might also be just like those times.

Except it wasn’t. He got another “I forgive you” and watched the most important person to him step into the elevator to Heaven. The bookshop was in the hands of a stranger and their countless ‘dates’ became just another thing in the past.

He was lonely again, just like he had been when he had fallen and this time, there didn’t seem to be a solution to his loneliness.

It was absolutely fulfilling to see Beelzebub and Gabriel get together and be happy and I was desperately hoping that we’d see the same with Aziraphale and Crowley, but it was just wishful thinking.

At this point, I think that Neil Gaiman just took everything he saw on Tumblr and Twitter and said “let’s put all of this into the second season, but with extra angst in the ending.”

Which is incredible!! But it still hurt my soul and I’m gonna be thinking about this until we hopefully get a season 3.

It’s 9am now, I’ve been typing this for an whole hour and am incapable of forming any coherent thoughts. If something else should come to my mind, I’ll post it after finally catching some Zs.

[zoobus]

The Bad Ending of an Otome

From time to time I've expressed a desire to explain otome isekai's appeal to me through a pastiche of my favorite writing pieces from tumblr, the Scorpion and the Frog. I still have not followed through, despite the fact that it should be literally the easiest thing in the world - the Villainess and Her World. Frustrating.

Anywho, today's scorpion/frog meta regards the jealous hater replacement heiress of a beautiful but terminally ill child in a dating sim.

The original game followed a girl who happened to look just like the now terminally dead Ophelia, who was previously alive and loved by all. The identical not-twin fills the Ophelia-shaped hole left in everyone's heart. The jealous hater replacement heiress (the villainess/frog, naturally) is quickly replaced and eventually killed for jealous hater maneuvers. Our main character (MC) of course reincarnates as the frog.

The first twist is a genre staple, could almost be considered the blueprint every story builds off of; rather than a specific, vindictive bitch... What if I was kind? What if I chose not to do anything that would make them want to kill me? What if I simply befriended the terminally ill Ophelia?

But like any good OI, the subversion takes it somewhere specific, someplace more personal. What if I befriended the terminally ill Ophelia...and still coveted everything she had? What if you're forced to realize it's actually pretty hard to not be a jealous hater when you're sitting side by side with someone effortlessly wealthier, prettier, more beloved than anything you'll ever experience? Especially when the beautiful dying Ophelia was honestly kind of a hateful bitch? And what if, despite all of this, you truly loved her? And that love didn't extinguish your overwhelming envy for what you could never have? This is an OI framing of what it's like to lose your best friend, the person no one else knew or loved like you did, to a slow, unstoppable terminal illness. It's a look at real friendship while harboring immense amounts of envy and hatred.

There's this tension with whether the MC really liked Ophelia, if she's saying "friend" or "love" out of habit rather than sincerity, whether Ophelia was just a bully using her wealth and power to manipulate someone she essentially owns, if her comment about dying with her are more about avoiding the the future or maybe placating a sick person, and nice little nuanced character things meant to keep you on your toes about the nature of their relationship. Area woman uncertain if she's being bullied or if this is girl bonding kind of stuff.

At times it would be logical to pity Ophelia, to despise her at others, even to take a certain amount of schadenfreude in this popular hot rich girl's pain. I liked the various ways the narrative muddied MC's perspective of Ophelia. She's an unpleasant, mean person that MC has to stick with whether she wants to or not.

I loved Ophelia. A lot.

Now of course they don't let this girl look terminally ill - this is a princess comic after all - but lmaooo do they let her act it. Ophelia is *Bitter* that she has to die. *Terrified* of the inevitable. *Seething* over the expectation that she suffer through future agonizing symptoms just so her family can see her longer. *Furious* at these lovesick horny men courting her like they don't know her days are numbered. "Oh I worship you Ophelia, nobody's made me feel this way before, no woman will ever measure up to you" she knows they only like her cause she's hot. Ophelia is so hostile, so spite-filled, so fucking mad that not only does she have to die young, these people who claim to love her are - in both overt and subtle ways - pressuring her to take her imminent death gracefully, quietly, and above all else, beautifully. Foisting dignity on this teenager who's going into her casket kicking and screaming. If Ophelia had a tumblr she'd spend her time browsing vent tags and sending suicide bait.

Her character is so good, I was unfairly irritated by her in-game replacement who hadn't done anything yet. You really get where Ophelia's at times excessive hatred for the male love interests was coming from because like...wow. You're going full yandere eternal prisoner bad end for her...? This innocent good girl lamb who wants the best for everyone? No matter how similar they look, the fact that she offers a kind word and a helping hand would break any TRUE Ophelia stan's immersion instantly. She would never.

Anyway. Stories centered on the friendship between girls that aren't overly saccharine or stilted displays positivity are sadly uncommon, but they're my favorite. Like not to be aro on main but I think what others get out of tales of romance is how I respond to tales of deep friendship between women. Asobi Asobase, Binbougami Ga, Nichijou, Surviving Romance, they all fulfill some base desire that no one else seems to cherish as strongly😢

When we finally get confirmation, I have to admit. I stared at this page for like three minutes, eyes wet.

Spoilers! She did love her. She loved her more than anyone.

[maybeimamuppet]

Veronica and Cady for the character thingy plss

DID I NEVER POST THIS HOLY SHIT OOPS

eeep i just found this and don’t remember when i got it i’m sorry friend!! i’m assuming this is for the list and not the bingo but if i’m wrong i’ll do it again lol

ok i have to do cady first bc it won’t let me type beneath veronica’s picture so woo i love it here soooo much /s

CADY

favorite thing about them

she has so much depth! i love how adorable she is and how bubbly and high energy and yet soft spoken and sweet she is but she also has a dark and vindictive streak in her that’s really fun to play with. also she’s like really fun to torture sometimes lol whoops

least favorite thing about them

again i hate how many people she uses for her own gain and how power hungry she gets

favorite line

“shuck! i started to say shoot and i almost said fu-” for funnies and uhhh

“fearless is the one thing i can be now, no friends, nothing to lose” and whatnot for like more emotional. also all of i see stars i still get misty every time i listen to it

brOTP

damiaaaaan. they wear matching outfits whenever they can, damian comes over to cadnis’ house for movie nights twice a week at least, they watch bootlegs together without janis bc she doesn’t like them. just. mwah. i could go off but i’ll hold back lol

OTP

TAKE A WILD GUESS DUDE

nOTP

aaron. they only worked bc of erikyle. if i could drop kick every other aaron into the road i would.

random headcanon

she can talk backwards!

unpopular opinion

there’s a point where she is fully aware of what she’s doing and how wrong it is and she actively chooses to continue for a hot second until the burn book being released and whatnot snaps her out of it that people do not talk about enough. i know i’m guilty of it too but she is not all innocent and naive and coerced into this shit like she’s a full teenager she knows damn well what she’s doing

song i associate with them

a change in me from beauty and the beast which hath inspired many a fic in my early days. at the plaza from the violet hour loosely inspired i’ll be there for christmas. like very loosely. uhhh and i think the like vibes of true love from frozen (or basically anything anna sings lol) even if it’s not necessarily the same meaning

favorite picture of them

i picked two for both her and veronica bc iiiim greedy lol

alright well one of cady’s is with ronnie for some fuckass reason thanks tumblr!!! i tried i swear

VERONICA

favorite thing about them

honestly this isn’t as much to do with her as a character as it is to do with the people who’ve played her but she has done so much for my self esteem in a really roundabout way. as someone with dark brown eyes and frizzy kinda untamable brown hair reading fic about her helped me appreciate more things about myself.

if you struggle with self image i really cannot recommend highly enough finding a character who looks and acts like you and reading stories where someone is absolutely, irrevocably in love with them. whether that’s platonically or romantically. i know it’s weird but being able to look in the mirror or at some aspect of my personality that i don’t like and say “that’s still lovable” is WONDERFUL.

least favorite thing about them

i despise the way she treats martha and also baby girl is kind of a doormat!! she’s one of those shitty wicker doormats that scratches the hell outta your feet but like dang!!

favorite line

not a line but her face in the musical when jd and kurt and ram start fighting

but also the way barrett delivers the “oH MY GOD!” over chandler’s corpse is immaculate

and i had one of her like super iconic ones everyone knows in my head but now i can’t remember it siiiigh

brOTP

marthaaaaa buddies since babies. also like. still alive and post MUCH therapy jd has a lot of fun potential

OTP

poly heathers!! but to put them individually in order, mac, chandler (those two are almost tied), duke

nOTP

JD. i know he goes by his initials and that’s just his name but i was trying to yell that. i do not like him i think he stinky get him outta there

random headcanon

she’s not allowed to wear pants with drawstrings anymore because she’s gotten stuck in them too many times. also she’s not allowed to use superglue bc she’s glued her fingers together too many times.

yes both of these are true of me shut up

unpopular opinion

she’s a lot weaker than most people think and a lot stronger than most people think st the same time

and i’m not always a huge fan of her being autistic i think she’s just that painfully awkward and dense

song i associate with them

it is so much harder than you would think to pick songs that are not from their shows?? like the only one in my head is i’m blue dabadeedabadie like i don’t KNOW OKAY

favorite picture of them

[kitcatttt]

God dammit I have to make another one of these. This is another drama post, I hate making these but I don’t want people thinking I’m a scumbag.

Found this post about me. Wonderful. I’m not naming any names here.

The nsfw and vore rps, and everything being public. Me, and the friend I did it with, were new to tumblr, we didn’t know better, and we were too afraid to take it to dms because we were both honestly kinda scared of getting that close with someone. Me specifically, there have been instances where I have gotten too close with someone and then ended up losing contact with them. Does this justify what I did? No. Do I regret it? Yes. I no longer do it, and will never do it again.

…I’m a manipulation???? Genuinely asking, when did I manipulate anyone??? Like, I’m not trying to be mean or sarcastic I’m genuinely asking. I honest to god don’t know what you mean.

The person who made this post knows who they are. Why continue talking about me. I don’t know when the last time I’ve even thought about you was. Sure, I made a drama post about a month ago, but I didn’t even mention you in it. I want this to be over as much as you probably do, so why continue talking shit. This hurts me, it makes me sick, it makes me uncomfortable. I’m not gonna claim that I haven’t done bad things, but the person you’re supporting with basically your life has done worse things. So much worse.

No one knows this, but I have been kicked off several sites. Not by anyone on it, but by my parents, due to them not wanting me to be online and talking to people. I’m so fucking scared of losing this place it gives me anxiety. Hell, I heavily suspect I have clinical(?) anxiety and depression, as well as ADHD and autism, so that just adds to everything. I don’t want to be run out of here because people hate me.

I’m already a fucking mess dude. Life has been getting to me and I don’t know how much longer I can go on. I don’t know how much longer until I finally snap and actually go through with the thoughts I have about killing myself. Between this drama and my parents, they have only been getting more frequent. I’m trying my damn hardest to cope, but there’s only so much coping I can do.

Please tell me what I’ve done to deserve this? And tell me what your friend has done to warrant your undying and unwavering loyalty? I’m not saying you should take my side over your long time friend’s, but after all the stuff that they’ve done, and all the evidence of it? I would think that you would’ve left them by now.

I feel as if I should state that I do not wish any harm upon you, or your friend, or your partner (which I didn’t know you had, happy for you /gen). I would never wish harm upon anyone, as that isn’t what I want. I just want you guys to realize that bad things have been done by you guys, and change. I will say though, that some of the people on my side of the drama have been handling things in a way that I don’t approve of. I don’t condone their actions and would never do what they have done myself.

I can’t think of what else to put right now. I’m just gonna end the post here.

[sasuhinasno1fan]

Healing more than just physical wounds - SasuHina Month Day 2

A day late but I went until 3 AM finishing this. I was inspired by @deloscielos here on tumblr. Last year, they came up with this med ninja!Sasuke au and then it started poking at me and then this happened. Time line jumps a little, but for the most part Sasuke's points of veiw are in order, Naruto's is a flashforward and then in time. I'm not happy with how it ended but here we go!

“Knowing me, knowing you” | “Conociéndome,     conociéndote”

“Home is where you are” | “Mi hogar es donde estás     tú”

“When the hell is this so called Hokage’s council actually going to get a new Hokage? It’s bad enough that every doctor in this hospital feels like crap for being unable to save the Third’s life, even if it means he ruined Orochimaru, but this same hospital has an influx of patients from the Chunin Exam finals and everything that happened after. I’ve got you doing intake for a ninja who was supposed to be taking it easy after her heart was damaged during the preliminary round but the injury flared up due to nerves watching one of the matches. Not to mention during everything else, she got kidnapped by Cloud ninja. Honestly, it’d be a miracle at this rate if she passes rehab and get cleared for active duty again. And you should still be recovering.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes, used to the rambling of Mio. She’d just started as a nurse when his clan was killed, been the only one to find him when he’d go missing, talking and rambling the whole time. It used to be she didn’t know what to say to a kid who’s whole life was falling apart and later to a preteen who didn’t like talking to this, a rising nurse practitioner who could order him around during his shifts and yet still had something completely off topic to say. Most of that was currently complaining on how their entire village was at a standstill with the death of the Third and no one taking any interest in keeping their hospital running until a new Hokage was found.

He'd heard at least 3 different versions of this rant, including the part about him recovering from cracked ribs. Mio had been the one to clear him to come back to help at the hospital.

“File?”

“Huh? Oh, here. Dr. Sugo is her doctor, check in with him when you’re done.”

“Wait, Hyuuga Hinata? Her cousin almost killed her. Naruto kicked his ass during the finals.”

“Oh, another thing. he came with her for her check-up.”

“What?”

                                       ___________

Sasuke hated hospitals, more so when it meant his whole family was gone. He’d escape all the time, dragged back by unspeaking ANBU, forced to stay in a room ‘recovering’. Mio had been his jailbreak, even if it was her finding him when he hid in the hospital to avoid being alone in his room. She’d make him watch her do paperwork, do intakes, hell, she even took him to go watch a surgery. In the mess that his life was, the hospital started to become less of a prison and more of a place he didn’t have to think. After training and days at the academy, he’d head to the hospital working as a striper while also learning how to give shots, lift patients into wheelchairs, wrap wounds. He had very basic understanding of med-ninja skills but he was working his way to getting the training, even if most of their med-ninjas came from out of Konoha.

It was an open secret that he worked at the hospital. Mio and the other nurses acted as barriers for the insane fangirls who tried getting an appointment just to see him and he’d try not to lose his temper at idiot patients or their family members. Abuse cases were the worse, when the abuser would bring their victim in, acting like they should sew them up and hand them back over. he didn’t know Hyuuga Neji, but he fell into that category. Naruto explained his actions as family issues. Family issues left his whole clan slain. Family issues didn’t excuse nearly killing a family member and then acting like it was all fine.

“Hyuuga Hinata.”

“Ah, Sasuke-san. I didn’t realise you’d be working.”

“Hospital is a mess, so here we are. So, what brought you in?”

“Check up for my heart to check if I’m on track to go to rehab for field duty.”

“Right. The asshole sitting next to you nearly killed you. how’s your breathing been?”

“Excuse me? What did you just say to me?”

He gave his dullest look to the other Hyuuga. He remembered meeting him on their way to the first part of the chunin exams. Got angry quick when disrespected.

“I didn’t stutter. Now, breathing.”

“You don’t get to talk to me that way. Hinata-sama, you need another -”

“Nii-san, can you wait outside. Please?”

“Hinata-sama.”

“Please.”

He bowed to Hinata, glaring at him before storming out.

“I’m sorry about him.” Hinata said.

“It’s fine. breathing?”

“No difficulty since the exam.” She watched him write her response down and pull over the cart that had everything for intake. He wrapped a blood pressure cuff around her arm, fitting in the ears for the stethoscope and keeping it pressed against her arm, the other holding the pump to inflate. “He’s not bad usually.”

“Yeah, because guy’s nearly responsible for killing you are people to be reasoned with. Naruto told me if it wasn’t for his, mine and your senseis, you’d be dead.”

“It’s more complicated than that.”

“You can’t justify wanting to kill family for no reason other than a bad day.” He couldn’t think of any justification for what his brother did. He wanted to ‘test his skills’. Nothing would ever make that ok.

“My family treats those in the Branch family like slaves and Neji-niisan was under the impression that’s why his father died. I was kidnapped by Cloud ninja when I was three but my father killed the kidnapper and saved me. They wanted revenge and said they wanted my father in retaliation. My uncle took his place. According to Neji, his father knocked mine to the floor and told him he’d take his place no matter what to keep him safe. They never told Neji and we never spoke about what happened so it led to a lot of anger. I already deal with a lot of anger from my family just for who I am. Niisan doesn’t hate me and he’s working to make it up to me, so I don’t complain about what happened. I’m just exhausted having to act like all the anger and hate doesn’t bother me.”

He couldn’t find much to say. For one, he’d never heard her speak that much in the first place. For another, the idea the famed heiress had people who hated her made no sense. He didn’t know her and he’d actually admit he didn’t hate her. She didn’t fangirl at him, so bonus there, but still.

She didn’t say much for the rest of the intake, only speaking to answer questions.

“Doctor will be in soon.” He said, pushing the cart back.

“I’m glad you do healing.” She said as he got to the door. At his confused look, she got as red as she normally did, focused on her hands. “You’re nicer than Niisan. After what happened to your family, you could be like him but you’re not and I think that makes you stronger. And if you think about it, knowing about the human body means you’ll know just where to hit your brother to bring him down, better than he could.”

He didn’t think of it that way, let alone how the thing he’d been dragged into as a kid would actually help in his mission to take down his brother. He didn’t know if that’s why he said what he said next.

“Well, I guess if being nice makes me stronger, you’re stronger than I am.”

                                                 ________

Everything still felt groggy. Reliving the worst days of his life, over and over again made it impossible to sleep, but he pretended if to only get Sakura out of the room. There was the smallest hint of jealousy that Naruto was fine after an altercation involving the guy who bit him and left the uncontrollable power currently locked in him. It was next to the part that was in awe that the person behind most of the healing programs in the village was the one who woke him up. Mio hadn’t shut up about meeting Lady Tsunade, how she was coming back to the village to be the new Hokage and how the hospital would finally have a chance to run properly, even if they had Tsunade’s assistant in charge of them. Naruto said Shizune was pretty impressive on the battle field. He’d been considering getting proper training to be a med-nin, wondering if it would waste all the time Kakashi-sensei trained him. But once Sakura had pulled herself off of him and let Lady Tsunade check him over, Mio had brought it up.

“Really? How long have you been practising?”

“Since I was 8.”

“He actually works at the hospital, helping with small nursing tasks.”

“With your Sharingan, you’d actually be a lot more advanced than others, if you were interested in it.”

“Wouldn’t that mean he’d have to be village bound?” Naruto asked.

“Not necessarily. I could fit his training in with his normal hours here at the hospital. Let me know if you’re interested though.”

Now he was trying to figure out if he was really interested, if nothing else to keep him distracted. The door to his room slid open and Mio poked her head in.

“Are you up for visitors?” he started to grimace when she continued, the damned annoying ‘I know something you don’t’ on her face. “It’s not Sakura.” She didn’t say anything else, just opened the door more and let Hinata walk in. “I’ll bring lunch soon.”

“Um,” Hinata lifted the thermos in her hand up, “Is it ok if I brought food? I was in a medical coma and I couldn’t handle heavy foods for a while after.”

“Probably be better than what the kitchen cooked. Let me know if you still get hungry.” Mio told him before shutting the door

“Hi.” Hinata said, still standing.

He looked over to the chair Sakura had to of inhabited for the past 2 weeks. “Hi. What kind of soup?” he adjusted the tilt of his own bed, anything to keep him distracted. Out of everyone who was coming to visit, he didn’t expect it to be Hinata. He hadn’t forgotten what she told him when she came in for her check-up, that was only 3 weeks ago. It had been running through his head, half the reason he was really considering taking Lady Tsunade’s offer.

“Veggie. The Clan’s garden did rather well and since I’m not cleared for light training just yet, I need to find things to do with my time. This batch has a lot of tomatoes.” She handed him the thermos. “One of the few things I remember your fangirls gushing about. I always pictured you liking spice though.”

“My mother grew tomatoes in her garden and I used to get into it, sit down and eat as much as I could.”

He couldn’t tell you why he said that, why he admitted something about a time in his life he locked away since it became soaked in blood, but it came right out.

“I did the same with blueberries. My uncle called my blueberry for the rest of the time he was alive. Blueberry-sama. Though, I don’t remember liking them after he passed.”

He watched her pulled the sleeves of her jacket down, covering her hands even more, like she was trying to hide away. He didn’t know why the sight mad him upset.

“Other than not being passed for light training, are you ok?”

Hinata nodded. “I am. it was suggested that the stress of my Clan was causing me to heal slower so I’m actually staying with Kurenai-sensei. I think she’s dating Asuma-sensei, Ino-chan’s sensei.”

“Right, the smoker. He kept trying to light a cigarette when I found out about Kakashi. He looked so surprised when I yanked it from his lips.”

Watching her giggle, covered palm curled up and hiding her mouth, the faintest blush on her cheeks, it suddenly hit him like a lightning bolt.

He had feelings for Hinata. And somehow that didn’t scare him as much as he thought.

                                                   ___________

Naruto stormed away from the Old Hag’s office, still steaming over being put on this mission with Lee’s team. Take care of some family who overtook a village. He did that already with Gato. He had better things to do with his time. If he wanted to get strong enough to drag Orochimaru back or kill him – whichever came first – so all the extra power Sasuke was saddled with thanks to that insane mission could go away, he needed to get stronger. Sasuke was practically barred from missions until he got his Curse Seal under control, not to mention all the hours at the hospital and medical training. He wasn’t complaining once about not getting stronger to defeat his brother, so Naruto had to do it for him.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be, I guess. Sorry you’re my first patient.”

Naruto looked over and saw Sasuke out on the stairwell with…Hinata? They were looking at something in Sasuke’s hands and Hinata had a hand on the arm closer to her.

“Hey Sasuke!” he yelled, interrupting them, though they only moved enough to see who it was and Hinata didn’t really move her hand. “What’s going on?”

“Sasuke-kun is going to heal his first patient.”

A blue bird, who was balancing themselves in the bowl of Sasuke’s hands had a bandage wrapped around one of its wings.

“I’m going to try and hopefully not fuck it up for life.” Sasuke grumbled, winding the bandage off. Hinata took her hand off Sasuke’s arm to take the bandage and they watched the bird attempt to flap. Sasuke’s chakra was visible, green in colour, hand over the bird’s wing. when it faded, the wing was obviously stronger and in no time, it flew out of Sasuke’s hand and into the sky.

“You did it!” Hinata cheered and Sasuke smiled. It was less of his normal smirk and an actual smile.

“Training’s obviously going well.” He said, if to distract from the scene in front of him.

“It’s a little hard to tell who’s the hardest teacher, Kakashi or Lady Tsunade.”

“Naruto!” Lee suddenly interrupted, stopping when he saw who he was with. “Oh, Hinata-chan. And Sasuke, my eternal love rival!” Sasuke rolled his eyes. “Normally, I’d focus on telling you all the reason’s I’m better for Sakura-chan, but not right now. Naruto, I must speak with you!”

“Lunch?” Hinata asked, turning to Sasuke and putting her hand back on his arm, her free one this time. They barley disappeared inside before Lee yanked him away past the victim of Tsunade’s chair and to Ichiraku’s.

As Lee explained the Kurosuki family’s connection to Itachi, in hopes of finding him so Sasuke had proper information when he was finally allowed on missions again, Naruto couldn’t get what he saw out of his head.

“Has Hinata-chan always hung out with Sasuke?” he asked as Lee started to drink his broth.

“Hmm? Oh, well I noticed they’d always go for lunch, back when the others were recovering from recovery mission and Sasuke was working on them?”

He remembered that. Sasuke had been impossible then, shouldering everything that happened to the others and nearly working himself to an early death picking up nurse duties. He lightened up after a while but he assumed it was Sasuke accepting he couldn’t change what happened.

“How long have they been hanging out for?”

“Neji mentioned he was the intake nurse for Hinata-chan’s first check up after the Third’s death. I think they just kept bumping into each other after.

                                              ________________

Naruto didn’t know how right Lee was. They did continue to bump into each other, spending time and getting closer. As much as her family thought her weak because of her kindness, they didn’t know – no one knew actually – just how instrumental she was in keeping Sasuke in the village.

“Your first mission without your sensei. I guess we’ll be doing more of those types of missions now.”

Hinata was in his apartment, watching him pack for the Land of Tea.

“it means I have more time to think. Can’t exactly start training to be a med-nin if the village is stretched thin as it is.” He still hadn’t given Tsunade an answer and he felt like he had to soon. “What about you? you got cleared for training finally. You’ve got a few more sessions before you get cleared for missions again, right?”

Nodding and tucking her legs under her, she leaned forward slightly, looking excited. “Niisan has been trying to teach me how to do Gentle Fist techniques. I’m not nearly as good at them but I got the idea from the Rotation technique about creating a short of shield with chakra, but in a different way. It’d be less releasing chakra from my points and more of moving to catch each attack from around me.”

Sasuke watched her gushing about her new technique, his knowledge over how he felt still hanging in the back of his head.

“What?” she asked, noticing him staring.

“Nothing. You just seemed really excited. Usually, any mention of training has you mentioning how your dad won’t stop asking when you can start again and how Neji has been going a little overboard in trying to right his wrongs.”

Hinata shrugged. “I don’t know if this will change how my thinks of me, but they won’t be able to deny I’m incapable of giving up.”

“I look forward to seeing you prove them all wrong.”

He’d forgotten about what Hinata told him with everything that happened on the mission. As the only person with injuries that landed him in the hospital, all the jealousy he’d been pushing down, watching Naruto get better and stronger while he was usually left with the injuries, built up. Mio kept them from his room, noticing how easily he’d been getting annoyed, only letting Hinata in. he felt bad that he made her sit with his stony silence, probably so reminiscent of her own father. She didn’t say much, only asking once if he was ok and if he wanted anything. Before she left, she put a hand on his arm and told him she was glad he was ok. The apology was right on the tip of his tongue when she left as Sakura tried coming in. it went down hill after that. He snapped at Sakura, fought Naruto and got to see just how powerful he was and was given a lecture by Kakashi-sensei. At the end of it all, the Sound Four made a pretty compelling case.

It would have been so easy to just go. No one had any right to stop him from getting stronger. But Mio, in her fashion of never leaving him alone, stopped by as he was escaping the hospital.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you, but here. Hinata left this for you. says she hopes you feel better.” It was a thermos of tomato veggie soup, as they started calling the it after she brought it whenever she visited him in the hospital.

Instead of going home and packing, he went to Lady Tsunade and told her everything. After it was pointed out that the Sound Four had to of been with Orochimaru during the Chunin Exam finals, the most insane plan was made. Sasuke would go, do what they wanted and allow them to take him to the Sound Village. While a better equipped team was being assembled, a smaller one, first of chunin to weaken and then of genin and one chunin would follow after them, playing trying to get him back. He’d taken the pill, fell into a dead like sleep, the only instruction given to keep going past the Valley of the End if he has to go by himself. He got to the Valley, feeling his body ready to burst with use of the Level 2 Curse Mark when Naruto found him, without a mark as usual. Sasuke couldn’t remember what started the fight, verbal this time, but he and Naruto screamed at each other, venting their jealousies and anger.

He remembered what his brother told him about Mangeko Sharingan and as much as he hated Naruto, he didn’t hate him. Not enough to kill him. Not enough to forget he’d been risking his life to get him back.

It took a while for his body to process the new power he had but the moment he was said to be in the clear, he did what he usually did and escaped his hospital room, instead working on the retrieval team, specifically the one of his classmates. Shikamaru and Kiba were mostly fine, Kiba scoffing at his apology.

“For some reason, Hinata likes hanging out with you. honestly, that’s the only reason I gave a crap about getting you back. I would have said good riddance.”

The petty part of him was tempted to remind him Naruto would have kicked his ass if he tried that, if the semi-finals were anything to go by. But the part that made him return and a good amount of guilt just had him bow his head and send in Kiba’s sister for Akamaru.

Choji had been the first to wake from his surgery, waving off his apology with his normal laid-back attitude.

“Shouldn’t you be resting though? I don’t really know why they had you in that gourd, but it couldn’t have been good.”

“I’m fine.”

“You look kind pale to me.”

“You nearly died from a mix of chakra overuse and lack of nutrients in your body. Trust me, I’m fine.”

He was lucky Choji stopped asking questions. He seemed the least likely to judge but Sasuke didn’t want to break down in front of him.

Neji took the longest to wake up, still in the ICU. Sasuke had been putting on protective gear over his clothes, tucking his hair away when he noticed Neji had a visitor. Unsure Hinata would want to see him, he added a face mask, focused on checking vitals and getting out. But much like her family, he underestimated her. He’d barely reached the bed when she stopped him, pulling his mask down, looking releveled at the sight of him.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“You’re ok.”

“I’m fine. other than my neck killing me and my skin itching, I’m fine.”

They constantly did this, just open up to each other without thinking. It’s probably why when she pulled him into a hug, it didn’t feel weird or sudden.

“I know you were supposed to come back anyway, but I’m really glad you did.”

“Your cousin hates me already. I think he’d hate me more if I made him go through all this for nothing.”

Hinata’s laugh was watery, but it was a laugh none the less. She pulled away, wiping away stray tears, taking him in. “Have you gotten any rest? Mio-san was only able to tell me so much.”

“I’ve been cleared so thought I’d do something useful.”

“Come get something to eat with me.”

Sasuke blinked down at her, confused. Her cousin was in the ICU and she wanted to eat?

“I’ve been here as long as possible and we’re only allowed one visitor at a time. My father has come by a few times and I’m sure he’d like a chance to visit. So, take me somewhere to eat.”

He couldn’t find a reason to say no, so he nodded. He didn’t realise it would be Hinata’s way of checking up on him while he was bared from leaving the village after Naruto and Sakura’s hairbrained idea of going to find Orochimaru themselves set off an unwanted Level 2 transformation. He didn’t regret getting his med-nin training but having Hinata around made him feel less like clawing at the walls.

“Lunch?” it started to become his favourite question.

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Naruto followed Sakura to the hospital. Back after 2 years of training and hearing that Sasuke was a full med-nin made him feel just as proud. He didn’t forget what he and Sasuke said to each other and he wasn’t blind to Sasuke upset about being bared from leaving the village.

“How has Sasuke been? Were any restrictions lifted?”

“Not really. Anko and Kakashi helped him train his Level 2 Curse Seal but only under supervision. But…” Sakura stopped turning to Naruto. “He…he’s been different.”

“Bad different?”

“No, just…he’s been hanging out with Hinata a lot.”

“Yeah?” this wasn’t news. Before he left, he almost always found them together. He was usually waiting for her when she came back from missions, had been a worried mess when she came back with a sprained ankle during the buried treasure test mission and had been with him the day, he went to say goodbye.

“I think he’s dating her.”

That…that would make a lot of sense. He could tell the idea upset Sakura, no doubt still holding on to feelings for him but he’d never seen Sasuke actually hang out with people that wasn’t the rest of his team or Mio and the hospital staff and that was if he had no choice.

Hinata was a choice.

“Ok.”

“Ok? That’s all you have to say?” Sakura asked, angry.

“Well, they were always together and she was with him the day the Sound Four came by. If he is, you can’t stop him.”

It was made even more apparent when Mio – who loudly welcomed him back, not changing a bit other than shorter hair and a tattoo – told them Sasuke went for dinner with Hinata since his shift was over. he let Sakura drag him all over the village, waving and talking to villagers, including Iruka-sensei. While distracted by the adult he trusted the most telling him about training Sakura in fuinjutsu when she let out a scream. He found her at the entrance of a restaurant, just getting there as Sasuke pulled away from kissing Hinata.

While that long awaited conversation happened, he leaned against the wall of the entrance with Hinata.

“It’s really good to see you again. Your hair has gotten longer.” Hinata started when the silence was starting to get awkward as Sakura’s voice rose.

“You too. It’s kinda weird to see you in long hair. But you look good. Any more amazing jutsus you’ve been working on?”

“A few.” She replied a mischievous smile on her face.

“You know,” he pointed out, “you’re different from before. it’s not a bad thing but you’re more out there and open. Sasuke to thank for that?”

“More like, I let something go and decided to go for something different. I had feelings for someone and while it helped give me confidence, it sort of had a limit on myself. If I got that person to notice me, I’d be ok. With Sasuke, it felt like I didn’t have to try as hard. Pushing myself felt less like a demand and more of a want. I wanted be this new person, Sasuke to always think I could to it. with each interaction, we got to know each other better and I think it helped us become who we are today.”

He nodded to himself. Hinata seemed way more confident than before and he’d guess Sasuke was probably way less sullen. He’d been worried that anything would send Sasuke leaving straight to Orochimaru but clearly, Sasuke had more important things to worry about. Honestly, the snake and Sasuke’s brother wouldn’t know what hit them once they saw this Sasuke, he was sure of it.

[line-of-fire]

SHIPPING INFO — ♥ answer the following for your muses so people know how shipping works on your blog !!

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

I honestly don't know if I can properly answer this considering I write ocs here? As far as my personal writing goes, because even counting rp that's the only thing that I can really go off of, I've started to love Pixie x Sommer, specifically in the 'standard' verse as well as their Omega variants in their Val verse. I'm huge on multi-shipping, even with my own characters, so truthfully an 'all time fav' is difficult to name.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

It kind of just depends? Anything more than 8 years will have me looking at things a little more closely, but it's muse + situation dependent, and my 'tolerable age gap range' varies depending on the age of the younger muse. General rule of thumb? 4-5 years for muses between the ages of 18-25; then the 8 year rule for muses older. But I also acknowledge experience and maturity is a critical factor in these sorts of things so... case by case basis at the end of the day.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

i think a combination of ' the bikini rule ' and intent should be considered . ' the bikini rule ' covers , metaphorically , touches anywhere a bikini covers , so once touches start to be focused in those areas with sexual intent , i ' d start considering that nsfw . touching someone ' s butt as flirtation is nsfw , while jokingly patting someone ' s butt is more friendly , but still suggestive ? goodness knows i ' ve reached over and bopped a friend in the tit as a joke , with no sexual intent behind the move .

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

I'd like to think not? When it comes down to it, I tend to let my muses take the wheel with shipping, and I'm typically open to it provided there's chemistry and past interactions to go off of. Heavy emphasis on established chemistry prior to bringing up shipping because in all honesty, I'm a little paranoid about accidentally forcing ships/writing my own characters ooc for the sake of one

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

As far as ocxoc ships go... Like I said earlier, Pixie/Sommer has got me in a chokehold lately... And as far as other, 'non-official' ships go with Pix and other ocs; gotta love going for Brook,

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

Hard yes, without a doubt, both for my own personal comfort and for the sake of future interactions and the like. Very few of the muses I write here are 'easy to ship' for varying reasons, the most common being severe trust issues + emotional self isolation due to trauma and other factors. Some, like Wolf, Sommer and Phoenix, are violent and abrasive as a primary response. To put it simply; most don't play nice.

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

I kind of just go with the flow? With writing and rp, I have the philosophy of thinking of threads and stories as a vehicle out on the freeway, and while technically we're the ones in the drivers seat at first, these characters we breath life into have free rein to take control of the wheel at any time on a whim, and sometimes you get kicked out of the car entirely and lose control. I love ships, don't get me wrong, but if it happens, sweet; and if it doesn't, I can live with that, sometimes ships aren't meant to happen .

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

None I'll admit to I'm a secret fan of König/Stiletto in cod and spitfire in animated young justice.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Just have a thread or two with me then shoot me a dm if you think there's potential for something! I promise I'm chill, I'm just awful about reaching out first (yay for communication related nerves), but trust me, if you think there's Something There, more often than not I'll be all for it. I'm usually good about checking my tumblr ims, but I've got discord too I'll share if you want- I'm usually lurking there anyways and sometimes you can catch what I'm listening to there as well

tagged by stolen from : @toxichem tagging : just steal it lmfao

[fireprincesslily]

Destiel fans are coping extremely hard. No one is cheating. The poll left Tumblr and got into every single Gundam Space possible. It also left the western hemisphere of the internet. I don't know how to explain this to y'all, but the world wide web means world wide. And Gundam as a franchise has been around nearly as long as Star Wars and has a Global Audience.

I'm really not trying to talk down to anyone, but you can logically understand how Gundam has more fans than Supernatural right? Like if we take a look at time, legacy, and history, this is pretty mappable.

And as others mentioned, Sulemio got more votes than Destiel in every poll of this bracket. Like if they had faced off in Round 2 (Destiel got a bye), Destiel still would have lost. But here we are at the finals, on a poll bracket that tumblr has been actively participating in, so of course Sulemio (the ship that had been getting more votes than Destiel the whole time) was gonna pull ahead. Honestly if certain people hadn't made posts talking badly about Sulemio, and how it was a nothing ship that no one's ever heard of, the poll probably would have stayed on tumblr. But y'all did, and guess what? And that lit the beacons like Gondor calling for aid. You kicked a hornet's nest of Sapphics and Gundam fans, which I know you won't believe me, there's a lot of cross over between the two. Honestly Destiel might have always been destined to lose, but they're losing this badly because of the perfect storm of events that lead us here. You woke up a sleeping giant, and now, like Guel, you find yourselves suddenly without legs to stand on

Tumblr Top Ships Bracket - FINALS

This poll is a celebration of fandom and fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with many of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement, and refrain from harassment.

[always-andromeda]

Time for a little talk. Skip if you don’t feel like reading. I just wanted to get some thoughts out because I’ve been seeing a lot of fatphobia pop up on my dashboard and I just got some comments that reminded me of it all.

TW: discussion around fatphobia, mention of EDs (nothing graphic), disgusting comments from a disgusting individual.

So a few months ago I made this silly little post:

Essentially, that day I got a load of OOTD videos from a plus size influencer on my for you page. And I was saddened to open the comments on every single one and see that the top comments were all insulting, unfunny comments about this woman who was simply just. Standing in front of a camera. Striking some poses. Showing off her outfit.

However. The other day, I got some particularly gross comments on that post:

Now let me clarify, I didn’t legitimize their comments with a response. I have since blocked them and I’m keeping their username covered because honestly, it’s just some random bullshit blog that reposts stolen aesthetic images from Pinterest and makes disparaging comments about fat people on tumblr. Their life is grim enough by the looks of things.

And I'm not posting this to say, "Look at the mean comments I got!! Feel bad for me!! 🥺" Because if this was just regular old fatphobia, I would've ignored and blocked this bullshit like I've done in the past. But it's that first comment that made me chuckle. Friends, I present to you the weakest excuse I've heard for being an absolute piece of shit:

They put themselves out there. They deserve the insults. Plain and simple.

For extra context: I've been fat my whole life. And I probably always will be. I've been insulted for it by "friends" and bullies alike. No matter how much I've restricted, worked out, binged, and purged, none of it has ever made me lose weight. If anything, all those actions have done to me is physical damage that I can't undo!

But these people don't care about that. They don't care about listening and extending empathy and learning like a decent human being might. Even if a fat person did try and comply with this person's bullshit logic and go to the gym to "fix" themselves, they'd still get treated like shit for the simple fact that they exist and they have a body and they dare to show it in public. There is no correct or incorrect way to be fat.

A person's body does not hold some inherent moral value. Leaving pathetically vile comments on a random post from a random blog you don't even follow sure does hold a moral value though I think! One that matters just an eeeensy bit more than my fat ass saying in a silly tumblr post: "Hey, it'd be really cool if I could just...exist...without getting stomped into oblivion, thanks!"

If I dared to pretend that comments like these are made with a shred of good faith in them, I would argue that there is no "winning" with people like this. They only care to perpetuate a cycle of self loathing and discouragement specifically designed to keep us in the position of being punching bags. All they care to do is hurt people they don't know because the internet has afforded them a level of removal from the rot within their hearts.

I'm not saying anything groundbreaking, I'm aware. There are plenty of folks who are more articulate than I am who have had these conversations dozens of time over.

But these people feed on our misery. They feed on their ability to kick up a fuss and hurt our feelings with half assed insults. One might argue that I'm kicking up a fuss right now typing up a long ass tumblr post in response to two measly comments. If that's your contribution to this discussion, get absolutely fucked, this post isn't for you. It’s not for the commenter either.

This post is for all of my homies who have become the punching bag, both on and offline. Because it hurts either way. I hear you and I see you, friends. And the second you start to doubt yourself when these beasts rear their ugly heads, please remember that their words have nothing to do with you. They use their words and their energy to deliberately cause harm. And there is something deeply wrong with that. Some wrong thing that you don't possess purely for some physical trait. Never ever forget that distinction.

I love you all. I'm glad we exist. And I hope that we can keep spreading love in whatever ways we can.

[larentsaloud]

Handkerchief I see You

F4 Thailand ep4

Episode opens with the last cliff hanger and you know how they say— never leave all your chapters hanging or it will get predictable?

Well.

F4 can. Only F4 tho.

Right so, they bicker like kids on the rain, in the cutest way possible when something interesting happens, a metaphor on their feelings.

Gorya lends him a towel (? Pink flannel) and he keeps it, only to be found out by his mother when the housekeeper presents the hidden treasure and is told to keep an eye on Thyme especially at school.

Meanwhile Gorya hoards the white handkerchief from Ren, that gets discovered by her brother and mistakenly attributed to Thyme. Wonderful symbolism on how the world perceives their relationship, and misunderstands. It’s like the universe is placing them side by side in other characters minds. Love this!

And what happens when the handkerchief from Ren gets found on the ground by Thyme as it falls out of her pocket?

Magic.

Thyme tells her a story about Ren, while placing a cold patch on her forehead. The way he’s protecting over her and fond has me weak at the knees, but I haven’t forgotten how he almost had his Gorya shave her head.

No obvious jealousy. But an underlying insecurity. He tells her the story of a doll ruined in a tug of war and if that’s not foreshadowing then I don’t know what is.

He says: everyone loves Ren.

And what he means by that is what he’s not saying.

Nobody loves Thyme.

I can’t wait for her fall in love with this version of Thyme. The one that doesn’t even know he has a tale of woe.

Reminded me of Jane Eyre denying hers, while Mr Rochester already read her misery and suffering a mile away.

Lord I cannot wait seven days so I’m going to keep my analysis short and theme focused.

Tumblr kicked me off drafts three times so I am writing this ONCE again.

I love that he brought her medicine, offered to repair the gate they broke bickering ??? and thus ended up in a hug. I love the soft Thyme. He even turned around three times saying goodbye.

Ok I’m going.

Until then.