#i can’t believe i just saw this with my own eyeballs

[hoovesandfloorpaws]

the way he RUNS AND LEAPS up to plaster himself to the rainbow flag????

😭🏳️‍🌈 helP i’m SO emo

Don't think ever get over watching a joyous, triumphant Louis wrestle himself free from security, spy a 🏳️‍🌈 flag across the way, and take a running leap into the light at it with his whole soul

When I think of how he was made estranged from the lgbtq community for so long, to see this just makes me cry. Welcome home.

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[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Sometimes I can’t believe I actually got to see Eras in person and that it happened more than once 😭

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Stressed Out

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Warnings: Not really any, kind of ooc Sherlock (but who cares)

Author's Note: Finally feeling like I have time to write and that the writing gods have been in my favor. This was a fun little one-shot to write. While I'm still trying to get back into my writing groove, this one shot definitely helped get some of the dust off my creative writing brain. So, thank you @my-dear-sweet-melody for requesting this one. I hope you enjoy it!

You weren’t sure how you’d been doing it: managing the day-to-day lives of two people who also happened to be good friends of yours, assisting Sherlock with cases, seeing things you’d never thought you’d see in your lifetime (both good and bad), juggling relationships, your own well-being and health, and time to relax. Although it seemed like you had less and less time to do the things concerning yourself. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but when you were thrust into the world of Sherlock Holmes, more important things came into play.

Sherlock was the first to notice how the stress was weighing on you. It was a total shock when he casually announced your current state to John. The moment the words of concern were uttered from Sherlock’s lips, the puzzle in John’s mind had been completed. With the help of Mrs. Hudson, the two men began to conspire to make life easier for their dear friend.

At first, Sherlock’s conscious decision to wash his dishes and put them away in the correct cabinets struck you as odd. Sherlock’s mind was usually too busy for such arbitrary tasks, and such magnificent brain power couldn’t be wasted on such a thing. Then came the tidiness of his experiments. You could swear you hadn’t seen a stray finger or eyeball dissolving in vinegar for quite some time.

When you had asked Sherlock about his new behavior, he shrugged it off with some wildly strange research idea he had come up with. You tried to follow along, but your brain began to hurt after a moment, so you opted to believe him instead.

Meanwhile, John took extra care to charge his and Sherlock’s devices. He knew no matter how brilliant Sherlock was, the man seemingly ceased to forget that computers, phones, and the lot needed to be charged via a charging cord and port. On the other hand, Mrs. Hudson made the note to prepare extra tea and biscuits to save yourself the trouble of doing that for Sherlock and John.

Now, you felt no need to question John and Mrs.Hudson’s new behavior. It was in character for them to do small things like that. However, you continued to question Sherlock; he grew tired of it. Why couldn’t you see that he cared for you, too? That maybe he cared a bit more for you than he should. He was growing weary of the excuses he made to your insistent questions when all he wanted to do was throw them up and tell you the truth. Truthfully, the truth was something he insisted upon. Sherlock always found it one way or another. Yet, he could only fib when you had a new query about his altered behavior. Was it hard for you to understand that Sherlock could care? That he, too, could be human?

“Sherlock,” you called as you sat on the couch, pouring over the current case. It was usually your job to organize each thing into its Sherlockian category to save Sherlock his brain power. However, when you opened the file, it had already been done. “Did I happen to organize this in my sleep?” You raised the file and peered at him. Sherlock felt his mind conjure up the latest lie. Just before it left his mouth, he paused. He got up and marched to the window, where he began to gaze out onto the street below. He couldn’t lie anymore. He had to tell you the truth.

“I organized it,” Sherlock said.

You froze. Something was seriously wrong with the man if he was now organizing his own cases. “Sherlock, you never orga–”

“Why can’t I?” Sherlock’s voice grew tense. His eyes clenched shut, all while his back was still towards you. He wouldn’t dare look at you. He knew if he saw your eyes, he’d crumble and tell you everything, but everything was what you needed to hear. Everything was what he needed to say.

“I never said you couldn’t. It’s just,” you faltered, “…strange.”

Within a moment, Sherlock whirled around. His icy blue eyes began to thaw under your gaze. “I observed you have stressed: Your trousers falling to your hips instead of hanging snuggly on your waist, the dark circles under your eyes that only grew prominent by the day, the growing urge to sleep instead of join Mrs. Hudson for the weekly watch party of the latest soap opera,” Sherlock shut his mouth. He had said too much already; he shouldn’t say more, but his lips moved again. “I wasn’t the only one who noticed, John and Mrs. Hudson, too. We devised a plan to lessen the blow of our–my constant mess.”

As Sherlock spoke, you realized his words were only the truth. You had noticed you suddenly had more time to eat a meal, spend time with your favorite landlady, who was more like a mother, go on walks in the park with John, listen to Sherlock compose his latest piece, sleep, and live life as it should be lived. Amidst Sherlock’s rambling, you whispered, “Why?”

“Because we–because I care you for,” Sherlock choked.

Slowly, you remove yourself from the comfort of the couch cushions and find a place in front of Sherlock. You watch as Sherlock shudders from the touch of your hand on his cheek. “Thank you,” you said as a smile grew. “Thank you for caring when I forgot to take care of myself. Although…”

Sherlock frowned.

“…while I appreciate the sentiment of you organizing your own cases, John charging the computers, and Mrs. Hudson always preparing tea, I’d still like to be able to do my job. After all, the great Sherlock Holmes still needs to use his brain power to solve cases and save the day.”

Sherlock could only smile at that response for he'd give you anything you'd ask. "Of course. Of course, Y/N."

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[box4brains]

Some very self-indulgent headcanons about Law…

I’m a manga reader, I’ve only recently (like a couple of years) watched the anime (in the form of reaction content) and in the manga Law has the same dark dot as his pupil that Oda use to draw the overwhelming majority of male characters so at the beginning I always saw Law as having dark eyes. I later was introduced to Laws anime design with his much paler, steely-grey eye color and went “hmm, that’s kinda nice actually…” but I still thought of Law as someone who had dark eyes for the most of the time.

And then I came across that apparently Oda’s eye color on Law is a like a yellow/amber-like color and went “😍” and now it’s my only canon lol.

But it did give me pause, what if Laws eyes actually ARE dark brown, but his much lighter, almost yellowish, colored eyes are a case of contamination from the white lead (he had) and it’s still some left in his eyes to this very day?

The thought of the potential angst is enough to make me swoon (sorry Law, I swear I love you 😅)

Like originally Law was determined to remove it, but he couldn’t just remove it all at once because it would create empty pockets in his eyes and I’m no doctor but I don’t think having air pockets in your eyeballs sound like a good and/or safe thing to have, you know? And every time he’d try remove whatever small amount he could safely remove it would require him to stab himself in the eye like a 100 times to get it out properly and I feel like having a first and second pov of slicing your own eye into tiny teeny slivers would be extremely taxing in the long run. So eventually Law just went “fuck it, I guess I have yellow eyes” and even years later when he definitely knew easier ways to “fix” it he didn’t bother because it wasn’t hurting him or effecting his eyes function. Nor did he want people to question why (and more importantly how) tf he suddenly had a different eye color.

Which leads us unto another hc; namely that Law hid the fact that he had a df for at least a couple of years from the authorities. He wouldn’t use it in fights or in situations where it was at risk of being reported back to the authorities (ie, if he was fighting marines). If he was in a fight he couldn’t win, he’d try running away (and once out of sight, disappear under mysterious circumstances) or get caught and then disappear mysteriously once he got the chance to do so “safely”. In fact, the belief that he didn’t have df abilities saved him and his crew a bunch of times because seaprism stone is both rare and extremely expensive and nobody use it on people who isn’t df users unless they are strong enough to ripp apart steel with their bare hands or something, as it’s one of the stronger materials out there.

I have two hc when it comes to Laws tattoos, well I have a bunch of hc actually but two I want to bring up here; we know Law only had DEATH tattooed on one hand when we first meet him at Sabaody, and due to Oda’s attention to detail and the fact that you can’t see parts of his chest-heart tattoo even when you definitely should, I firmly believe that he doesn’t have it at that time. But I’m also 100% sure that the smiling faces on his chest is Cora-san and is definitely among the first tattoos he got, if not THE first, and this happened at an illegally young age and he got it at the same time he got the sun-looking ones on his arms.

I shouldn’t have to get into the significance of the smiling face and why he’d want it (his own little way of trying to keep Cora-sans promise that they’d travel the world together). Instead I want to focus a little on his arm tattoos.

They don’t seem to have any specific significance to Law (the way a smiling face or the symbol of an heart has) it is however in a very visible spot if you, let’s say, are waking up after sleeping. In other words, it’s an immediate reminder that he’s cured in case his sleepy eyes are seeing white spots on his skin… something I imagine would be very traumatic to Law; for even one second believing that he’s back in time, slowly dying in one of the most horrific ways possible.

Law is the only pirate to offer severance pay if someone wants to leave his crew. He insists it’s because it’s the logical thing to do and not because he’s kind or anything like that. It’s just enough money to last them a couple of days/a week or so and it’s just so that they don’t have to desperately take a bad job that exploit them in a time of need. He’ll also let them come with if they don’t want to stay on whatever island they are on (they do however need to work for food and board). He insists that it’s because he has no use for them if they don’t want to follow his orders and sticking around because they don’t want to risk starvation or a shittier job isn’t what he wants so it in everybody’s best interest to make sure that if someone wants to leave, it’s as easy as possible.

Law’s love language is being a little shit. It’s also pushing people away out of fear of losing them. But after that it’s being a little shit and taking care of them. As such Laws crew is extremely spoiled.

Law has issues with being touched. It’s a combination of internalizing how people viewed him as a child (as something dirty, a plague), the excruciating pain he was in constantly and how being touched only made it worse and the who knows how many hours he lay in a pile of bodies to escape Flevance.

The last part is also why he is difficult with smells and likes grilled fish over grilled meat.

There’s a reason why Ikkaku is the only girl on the crew, and it’s because the Tang is mostly communal. There are curtains on her bunk bed and for one of the showers in the shower room, but she has no room for herself as the Tang lack the space (Law has used all the space to turn the ship/sub into a mobile hospital) and most girls/women don’t agree to that arrangement.

Law never threaten to kick his crew out, he will however remind them that they are free to leave if they don’t want to follow him. He does however threaten to chop them up, and his worst threat is to be “crated”, which is when he chops someone into pieces and store them in a box or a crate or something similar. And that will be for several days if you’re unlucky… he has used it on other people, and his crew are not willing to risk it so him telling them something like “if you do x, I will crate you” it pretty much guarantees that they won’t.

Law finds it amusing to get carried by his crew and will let them carry him across streams or shallow rivers as long as they can do it without getting him wet/dirty. It started with Law being a brat towards Shachi and Penguin, often cheekily demanding one of them carry him across as to not get dirty or ruin his shoes. It is one of the only times Law is okay with being touched outside of the Tang and it’s highly popular and the ones that are capable will quite literally trip over themselves in their haste to offer (and get the honor) to carry Law across 🤣

[skoolnites]

𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤

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->𝙬𝙘: 1.3kish (i edited a bit on here and tumblr won’t let me copy it back over to my drive to check word count)

->𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: just a little something to set the mood

->𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: swearing, y/n has a brother, mention of smoking weed underaged, nothing else

->𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: this was supposed to be called burning for you babe but burning for you was really symmetrical. also hi y’all long time no see well more like i haven’t written anything in at least two years, it’s fine. masterlist coming soon with more information i just like to do things out of order :). yes i am reusing my old layout and what about it?

mid november 2023

the first time connor ever stepped into y/n’s room it wasn’t the messy floor or unmade bed or overflowing book shelf that he first noticed, no, what he saw first were the neatly stacked cds that covered her dresser. some were in cases others without, some of them were clearly factory made while some just had scribbles on them. there were so many he could barely see the old clock cd player that lived behind the stacks.

“i didn’t think people still used cds,” connor chuckled

“i mean it’s my personal favorite way to listen to music,” y/n joked heading towards one of the piles of cds without cases, “these are the originals,” she held up a couple of them with paper booklets in between each disc, on each cd was a month and either 2006 or 2007. “my dad made them with his favorite songs during each month of my first year alive, the booklets have little notes,” she carefully flipped through a few of the booklets before handing connor one of them. the pages were pretty empty just a song title, artist, a lyric written out and then a short handwritten note. it felt like something he shouldn’t be reading, something too personal.

“so your dad still makes you cds?” he asked not quite sure what to say, awkwardly handing the paper back to her. he hoped she couldn’t tell he was nervous, he was always slightly awkward but he fell apart around her. she was so new to him, like no one he’s ever met before, it had only been a week since they met and somehow she had taken over his mind.

“not anymore, burning cds is a lost art,” she was playful while reaching for another stack, “i mean i still burn my own, i’m somewhat of a playlist god, these are all mine” she started rifling through the stack, he could see that these cds had bubble letter titles written on them, he could just make out the top one, “senior year and other stupid milestones” and then the one under it which was just titled “Fuck!!!”, random sharpie scribbles covered the discs’ faces, making each one its own little work of art. the booklets were colorful and lively and filled with writing. she handed him the senior year booklet, “last year i started making a playlist per semester to fit the vibe of that semester, they’ve become my early morning soundtracks especially when my best friend, mallory, i think i’ve told you about her, and i talking shit in my car before class starts, that one’s the most recent one,”. connor idly flipped through the booklet noticing a slightly messy looking intro page and a couple strange little doodles of mushrooms and matchbooks between song pages, until landing on a spread that caught his eye due to a large and sorta creepy eyeball drawn on one side. the other page had the song:

Broken Cash Machine - Modern Baseball

“Questioning my awkward footing, mixing bitter pills with chocolate pudding”

you ever feel like the world is moving too fast? i can’t believe i have to get my shit together so soon, what happened to not growing up. what happened to that girl that walked into this high school not really knowing who she was? sometimes i get worried she wouldn’t be proud of me but then i sit down and realize i’m cool as hell. i am everything baby y/n thought she couldn’t be, i’m the girl i used to just pretend i was in my head while forcing myself to fit in. i’m proud of being a slightly (not really) edgy loudmouth loser who doesn’t hide behind her cds anymore (i get to be proud of them now). anyway i chose this line cause of jason’s party when mal tried weed for the first time and we had to run to 7-eleven to get her a chocolate bar because she had such a bad taste in her mouth afterwards. its fine she claims she’s gotten used to the taste by now. is she telling the truth? maybe. will i gladly watch her try again because it was funny as hell? most definitely.

connor chuckled a bit trying to picture what the scene must have been like, there was so much of y/n’s life that he never got to experience but he knew he wanted to experience the rest of it with her. his face twisted when she called herself an edgy loudmouth loser because while she was definitely a loudmouth, always talking or singing something under her breath, she was barely edgy and not a loser. sure she had this whole vibe about her that made her seem mysterious, but then she was passionately ranting about her math teacher in the passenger seat of connor’s car at midnight while dipping fries in an oreo mcflurry and then she wasn’t such a mystery anymore, she was just like any other 17 year old. but she wasn’t like any other 17 year old in how she treated him, she was the only person he had met who never treated him like connor bedard: hot shot hockey stud. instead she treated him like connor: some guy who geeked out on sports talk and tensed up every time she so much as playfully shoved him.

“these are mine, for my own keepsake sentimental bullshit purposes,” she said gesturing to a taller stack of cds, “these are for people. mostly works in progress but some i’m just waiting for an occasion to gift them, they’re mainly for my friends and also i made my brother a couple, there’s at least two in here that were for my freshman year crush and—,” she cut herself off, “oh this one!,” her smile somehow brightened, “this one’s for my ex, he dumped me too early to get his perfectly curated playlist,” she opened up the booklet revealing that it had now been scribbled over in black marker and obscenities. “but like seriously, this is how i talk when i can’t find the words, if i burn you a disc consider yourself special, only people who are important to me get one, sometimes it’s just a copy of one of my playlists that i think they need to hear, for example one of my five ‘i’m overwhelmed’ playlists, but custom playlists? i don’t put that much effort in for just anyone,” y/n grinned as she shoved a finger into connor’s chest pushing him slightly, it was no where near strong enough to cause him to stumble as much as he did but he did things like that whenever she touched him, “maybe one day you’ll get one too, bedard,” she was absolutely beaming at him before turning around grabbing the cd that had been sitting next to the player and placing it into the tray, the machine whirled for a second before the music started up as she walked back towards him.

it was two weeks later when he asked her out. it was all stuttery and nervous on a facetime call because he was on a roadie. he wanted to wait to do it in person but he physically could not keep it in anymore. he needed to be more with her and it was eating him alive. the confession was clumsy and he still gets embarrassed recounting how he tripped over his words but the second he was back in chicago and was greeted with the best hug he’s ever received, he knew it was worth it. after a month of dating she showed up to his apartment with a cd and booklet in hand, “things you stole from me: my hair tie, my favorite beanie and my heart (don’t worry i don’t want any of it back). connor knew he was done for when he flipped through the book. then when he told her he loved her a couple weeks later, a cd titled “you love meeeeeee” was left on his nightstand. soon there were cds for everything, he mentioned he was stressed once (“y/n’s hugs in audio form”), the holiday season (“can’t be cold when you look so hot”), their one year anniversary (“connor and y/n and the most perfect 365 days anyone could ask for”), when the summer started (“i won’t miss your morning practices”), and right before she left for college she handed him a cd called “Cst to Est” noting the time change of their newfound long distance relationship. his favorite cd was simply titled “we are such losers”, there was no reason for the playlist just that she kept hearing songs that made her think of him and also because in her words she needs to “fix his music taste”.

he really shouldn’t have been surprised when he found the cd and booklet in backseat of his car after y/n had gone back to school from winter break. the disc covered in hearts and big red letters that read:

“Burning for you babe”

[animeprincessforever]

Kokushibo X Daughter Reader

My Job

Side Rant I’m Back Guys! Been Busy! This was a requested scenario enjoy!

WARNING MAY BE SENSITIVE TO OTHERS CHILD ABANDONMENT SPOILERS 

YEARS AGO Kokushibo met a woman named Lela. He was already married and felt useless. However he did something he never thought he’d do. He got Lela pregnant. He was lost and confused till he met him. Muzan. Muzan turned him into a demon. Therefore erasing his memories. Until he saw Lela again she had tried to throw the baby away. All you could hear was the cry’s of the infant through the bag that held the child. As Lela threw the baby girl away she was about to walk off till Kokushibo appeared. That night he murdered her and took in his daughter and named her (Y/n).

YOUR POV (NOW) Age 13

I was practicing my swordsman ship. My father wanted me to defend myself from other demons. He always told me I had his gift. Moon breathing. However I don’t think I’ll have the heart to destroy someone. Even if it is a demon. I’m half demon and have my own power. I can manipulate peoples dreams like Enmu and I can turn into a crow. It was nice till he found out. He used me as a crow to the demon slayers. I worked for a long descendant of my family. Muichiro Tokito. He was a calm and mellow boy. I pity him but to keep my appearance I’m a sassy crow. As I finished up my practicing I yawned. I put on my kimono and teleported to the meeting room. To which I then heard Akaza and Douma. Akaza said “don’t tell me upper 1 managed to get killed!” Then Douma said “woah, woah, woah! You’re beginning to hurt my feelings lord Akaza! Here I am worried sick that something happened to you… after all you are a cherished comrade of mine.” Then Nakime grinned “you asked about upper 1 he’s been here the whole time.” Then everyone froze as lord Muzan began to speak. “Gyutaro and Daki are no longer with us.” Douma replied “how can I live with this embarrassment! Ah! I can gouge a eye out!” Muzan quickly said “keep your disgusting eyeballs. I have no need for those.” As Muzan sent Hatengu and Gyokko off Douma sighed “I’ll be so bored. Hey! (Y/n)! What about you and me go out on a date?” All the sudden a dark aura came as my father said “Douma. If you know what’s good for you you’ll stay away from my daughter.” Douma replied “I’m sorry Lord Kokushibo. I just can’t keep my eyes of her. She is just so beautiful and smells so sw-“ then there was a loud SLAP my father said “stay. Away. From. My. Daughter. (Y/n) let’s go.” I nodded “thanks for the offer Douma but I should listen for my father.” I bowed and was about to apologize till my father grabbed me and said “let’s go.” 

Time Skip 

As me and my father were now in my room he asked “What have you learned from the Hashira?” I snapped my head “how did you know.” Father replied “I’m not stupid I found out from Lord Muzan. As long as they don’t kill you or try to kill you. It’s fine. Now. Tell me. What did you learn?” I then said “they are training to defeat Lord Muzan! But I worry. What if they defeat you or Lord Muzan father! What would I do without you?” Father replied “that is if they manage to defeat us. Now I believe you should get ready for ‘work’.” I nodded as I turned into a crow and flew.

Big Time Skip

All the other crows started saying “ATTACK ON THE MASTER!” So I repeated as we flew to where the master was all the other crows and myself could is watch as a battle broke out with flames. Then Muzan grinned as I sensed Nakime teleporting people and Lord Muzan. Then I started to quickly fly away as I was then teleported by Nakime to my father. I eagerly said “the Hashira are here! What are we going to do father?!?!” As I turned into my normal form my father hugged me and said “I love you my daughter but I need you to hide. And stay safe. Now go! I sense a few near. Go!” I then argued “I can’t just leave you!” Father then said “it’s my job to protect you now go!” That would be the last time I’ve ever have seen my father. 

After The Battle

After the battle a man named Tanjiro found me. Him and a woman named Kanae raised me as their own. I still missed my real father but I am grateful there was someone that was kind hearted enough to take someone like me in.

the end tysm for reading hope you all enjoyed

[daincrediblegg]

Can’t believe I just saw a post with my own two eyeballs waxing poetic about how one direction will never happen again that there are never gonna be just some guys from working class backgrounds that grind like hell and have to go through insane conditions for their music like od invented it. like motherfucker no they aren’t even remotely the first bitches who did that the beatles are what are you even talking about

[stormyoceans]

tbh I'm not sure if we'll get gmmtv2025. js are so busy with their concerts that they just don't have time for it. I really want to see the actors. I started to stan for actors, not singers/dancers/players. I don't have the financial ability to ride them around the world, but I have the opportunity to watch their series day and night. Give me back the actors😭 and give them **ck rest. smt they are out of work for a whole year, then they can't catch their breath coz of the amount of work.

DO NOT EVEN JOKE ABOUT THAT ANON IF WE DON’T GET A NEW JIMMYSEA SERIES FOR GMMTV 2025 IM AFRAID SAYING IM GONNA KMS ONLINE ISN’T GONNA BE ENOUGH ANYMORE I WILL ACTUALLY HAVE TO DO IT FR IN RL TOO

but seriously, i feel the exact same way, like i am sincerely happy for all the opportunities jimmysea got this year, especially because i remember a time when we could count on one hand the amount of jobs they had between fanmeets and other kind of events, and it wasn’t due to them being busy filming or studying, they out right stated in an interview that they simply had no work. so im obviously glad that they’re finally getting the recognition they deserve and doing lots of different activities and travelling the world to meet fans (sometimes i still can’t believe i actually saw them with my own two eyeballs), however, like you said, i fell in love with jimmysea as actors. it was their acting that eventually made me like and want to learn more about them as people, and whatever my feelings for last twilight may be, that didn’t change what i think of them, which is that they’re both incredible actors who are able to bring something really special on screen, especially when they’re working together, and i NEED that back. SO BADLY

and look, i don’t even need their next series to come out in the first half of 2025, okay, i know they’re really busy for the rest of the year and sea already has a concert scheduled for january, that’s still great, i just need THE HOPE THE PROSPECT THE PROMISE THE REASSURANCE of them having a new series in the near future, like i literally survived more than a year with only a mock trailer and a dream before I CAN DO IT AGAIN I DON’T NEED MUCH BUT I DO NEED SOMETHING

SO IMMA NEED EVERYONE TO PUT AS MANY POSITIVE SEXY ENERGIES OUT INTO THE UNIVERSE AS POSSIBLE WE’RE REARRANGING REALITY AND MAKING THIS HAPPEN WITH THE SHEER POWER OF CLOWNERY AND DELUSION

[ohseumi]

i can’t believe i just saw boss with my own fucking eyeballs

[delicatedayzee]

Happy 1 year anniversary to the era’s tour! I was at nights 1 & 2 in Glendale. Here are my thoughts as I was thinking them throughout the show:

“Omg this stage is massive”

“There don’t seem to be any places for her to pop out of.” (Lol)

“Will she even have any dancers?!” (I was a dummy)

“You don’t own me?! Omg what a perfect song”

“It’s a clock!”

“Are those peacocks?”

“MISS AMERICANA?!?!”

“CRUEL SUMMER?! Omg thank god.” (I was so worried she wouldn’t play it for some reason and it was the ONE song I needed to hear so I could relax the rest of the show. 😅)

“She looks like Barbie” 💖

“Oh…the man….great” (not a fave of mine and I truly thought there would only be time for like 19 songs haha)

“Oh ok, we are doing them in eras!”

“Her dancers have a lot of diversity among them in lots of ways, I’m very happy to see this.”

“WE HAVE TIME FOR THE ARCHER?!” (I was thrilled!)!

“Wow the lover era was really long, she’ll only be able to play a few songs from everything else” (HA)

“Oooh sparks, must be speak now” (it was Fearless lol)

“OMG WE GET TO HEAR FEARLESS LIVE”

“TIS THE DAMN SEASONNN?!?!??”

“MARJORIE?!? Of course, this makes sense.”

“Omg I’m so so glad Tolerate made it and that was fire.”

“Damn her rep outfit is amazing”

“Look what you made me do transition and all the old Taylor’s=perfection.”

“Only one Speak Now song?! 😩😭”

*disappointment that there was no Holy Ground*

*elation that she was playing ATW10MV*

“Invisible String?! 🥺”

“LAST GREAT AMERICAN DYNASTY?!”

“DONT CALL ME KID, DONT CALL ME BABY”

“MY TEARS RICOCHET?!?!?” (And wow the visuals of this one)

“Ooh the golf club is back”

“Damn that bad blood fire is hot”

“Holy shit this a long show and she still has midnights and debut left”

“Awww Tim McGraw on piano!” (Truly thought that was the debut era section the first night)

“Holy shit the dive into the stage. SO COOL!”

“We get to hear MIDNIGHT RAIN?!”

“Holy shitttt vigilante shit?! This is hot!”

“Oh so she’s closing with Bejeweled. Cute!”

“Oh, nevermind must be closing with Mastermind.”

“Wrong again, KARMA IS A CAT!”

“How did she do that?! Omg am I going to be able to walk tomorrow? That was insane. I can’t believe I just saw that with my eyeballs. I’m so tired. How did she do that?! How is she going to continue to do that?! Omg I can’t wait to see it again. Omg I’m so proud of her. That. Was. Incredible.”

[sofiadragon]

I think the rise in toxicity is because of JKR and her political statements. A lot of people have left the fandom because of them. I don't support her views, and I've told everyone in my offline life not to buy Harry Potter merchandise because she's using that money for political activism I find morally wrong, and while politics isn't necessarily fandom... well it's just attracting more of a certain kind of person, isn’t it? Her newer media isn't nearly as popular as the original 7 books and that says a lot, because she wasn't trying to be political when she wrote the first 6 (some Doyalist arguments can be made about 7.)

Many more people left that after JKR made Grindelwald, the big bad Dumbledore became famous for defeating, anti- holocaust and set Dumbledore's goal as preventing him from stopping a genocide for the greater good... well I pretend those moves don't exist, and lots of people never even saw that part because the second FB movie was a bit shit, but who is attracted to that story? People who believe in predetermination, for certain. People who don't think it was a bad thing that that happened - yikes. People who think some lives are inherently more valuable than others. In short: the toxic bitches (gender neutral.)

JKR doesn't like that she wrote a set of books that spoke so much to so many people she doesn't agree with politically, and I think it is very obvious in her more recent work that she's actively working to attract an audience more keen to her politics and values. She wrote about a boy who comes out of a closet at the beginning and overcomes his self-worth issues and abuse to be a hero. She tacked on that much-hated epilog because she was eyeball deep in her own fanfiction and fandom in a way popular writers these days frantically avoid and wanted to make it clear our heros were not revolutionary. They did not want change. Harry et all were fighting for the status quo and heteronormative procreation!

I'm now older than Snape ever got to be, and from what I can see the young people coming into the fandom skew toward that toxic conservative black-and-white morality that the books, for all that they have a cartoonishly evil antagonist in Voldemort, really don't support. Umbridge is a very realisticly evil person, you will meet at least one narcissist like her in your life. Self-centered and thinking that what is good for them is how everyone should live with no deviation or diversity, and she's sane instead of being cartoonish or nuts like Bellatrix. You know, an HOA president. She thinks she is doing a public good, Voldemort does not. That's what makes him cartoonish. There are fully evil characters in these books because they are written for kids.

But on the side of light there are so many gray-morality characters, and not many pure white ones. Those who are pure white are innocent victims with no agency and few details about their personality (Lily, Ariana.) Remus, Snape, Dumbledore, and even Harry does some messed up shit at times. The message of the books isn't about moral purity, it's about doing what is right when you can and choosing the lesser evil when you can’t. They are about a half-breed overcoming a racist society. They are about marginalized people (people with lycanthropy/aids, Tonks with her dead name, Hermione with her 'dirty' blood, Harry from the closet, the poor, Snape the abused) coming together to vanquish the privileged (the rich, the blue-bloods, the establishment, the politicians.)

And man, JKR hates that, but didn't notice that theme was in the books until it was way too late to salvage.

Death of the Author, Watsonian interpretation, whatever you want to call it, her books directly contradict her current political views and it couldn't happen to a better person.

Tbh I feel like most of this fandom is either

Extremely on Snape's side and defends everything he did wrong

Or

Extremely on the marauders side and defends everything they did wrong

But like both of them aren't that good tho? Snape did some questionable things and so did Sirius and James and Remus and Peter and Lily.

The story is told with some of Harry's thoughts so of course the marauders are going to be glorified and Snape hated so you kinda need to just put the facts on the table

I don't think the marauders are better than snape and I don't think he's better than the marauders

Tbh the hp fandom has gotten pretty toxic lately and started shipping kids with adults and sexualizing alot of kids and it's just not good

But idk

you're right in that the general HP fandom (including marauder stans) have this kind of black and white attitude when analyzing characters and their motives, and tend to oversimplify everything and everyone into terms of bad and good.

which is why i've made sure to keep clear from them and only participate in the snapedom, a place with people who think critically and don't sugarcoat, not even snape. they/we always point out snape's faults and how could we not, when they're what make us love him even more

and i'm not saying this out of bias. snapedom is genuinely the only part of the fandom where i've seen people be fair and not use strawman arguments or bullshit fanon theories

[arcaneorphic]

Yearning - Remus x F! Reader

Part One | Part Two (in progress)

Pairing: Remus Lupin x F! Reader

Genre: pining, angst, hurt (comfort to come)

Summary: Remus is so desperately in love with you, but he feels like he cannot give you the life you deserve.

Word Count: 820

There was something about the way you spoke that had Remus transfixed, even when he wasn’t the one you were speaking to. He’s tried to pinpoint the reason for his fascination with you, but to no avail. Maybe it was the cadence of your voice and the way it soothed him? Or, perhaps it was the way you gave the person you were talking to your full attention, never making them feel as though your mind was elsewhere? 

As Remus watched you speak to a first year from your house he saw the gentle way you interacted with them. He added that to his list of possible reasons for his admiration of you. The two of you had been studying in the library, silently enjoying each other’s company, when the first-year shyly came up to you.

She had spoken too softly for Remus to hear, but he did hear your response, “Sure I can help you, Elle.”

The younger girl seemed elated that you remembered her name. She gave a timid smile as she replied, again too low for Remus to hear.

“Course I can take a look at it for you,” you reply with a smile. You took the notebook from Elle’s hands and read over her work. A look of understanding washed over your features when you identified the problem with whatever Elle was having difficulties with. 

You gently explained the problem to her and the way she could fix it. Before she leaves he hears you gently tell her, “Don’t be so hard on yourself, okay? Now that you know what to do I’m sure you’ll ace it.”

Remus watched as Elle walked away, a little lighter than when she first approached you. He wonders if that was how he looked the first time he encountered your softness. In his heart he knew the answer to that question was yes. 

From the moment the two of you had started to spend more time together he realized just how taken he was by you. Under the softness you showed outwardly there was a temper and a spirit so bright that he wondered why you let so few people see it. Of course, you were genuinely soft and kind, but when someone treated those you cared for unkindly he had seen first-hand how your temper flared. 

“Rem, if I keep looking at these notes I think my eyeballs are going to fall out,” your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He chuckled softly at your comment.

He closed his own textbook, having stopped actually studying a while ago, and leaned back in his chair to get a better look at you, “You said to not let you out of that seat until you could recite those potions in your sleep.” 

“I can’t believe you don’t care that my eyeballs are going to fall out of my head,” you theatrically threw yourself back in your chair. “You are a cruel, cruel man, Lupin.”

He shook his head in amusement, “Is that right?”

“No,” you huffed. “but I really do think I’m done for the day, Rem.”

He hears the sincerity in your voice and the exhaustion in your eyes. In truth he knew that he could never actually deny you of anything you asked of him. “That’s all you had to say,” sweet girl goes unsaid, but it is most definitely there. “Let’s get going.”

You spring up from your seat, suddenly reenergized, and go to put the books you used back. Remus can’t help but chuckle to himself as you go. Little about you surprised Remus at this point in your… friendship. To call whatever you and Remus have simply a ‘friendship’ was disingenuous; friends don’t look at each other the way the two of you do, but even so Remus still couldn’t bring himself to take it further than stolen touches and longing gazes despite how deeply he wanted to.

He knew that to be with you in the way you deserved would mean he’d have to tell you the truth of his condition. Logically he knew that you would still care for him once you knew because that was just the type of person you were. But, that did nothing to ease the fear of you not wanting anything to do with him if you did not accept him. So, he would rather keep you in his life always slightly out of reach if it meant you remained in it at all. 

He knew that he couldn’t give you the peace or the life you deserved no matter how desperately he wanted to. One day you would find someone who could give you all the things he couldn’t, and although it would break his heart to watch you love someone that wasn’t him; he would rest easy knowing that you were living the life you deserved. That would have to be enough for him. 

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Omg omg dabble idea bc I’m obsessed with this headcanon.

I think Chifuyu gets psychosomatic illness when he’s even the slightest bit stressed. The symptoms get worse the more pressured he feels.

After even one sneeze, Mitsuya is eyeballing him the whole time, because he knows despite Chifuyu never telling anyone.

I can just imagine Mitsuya getting pissed off in Chifuyu’s place when he sees the little guy so sick he can barely stand. 🙌🙌

Holy- I'm learning so many new words today! :D This is absolutely amazing and I love you for sharing this with me- I've gotcha covered, Ducky! :D

CW: Sickness, Swearing

“Chifuyu, what the hell?”

It started out as a sneeze. Just a simple little “Achoo!”- nothing anyone in Toman put much thought into. Heck, not even Chifuyu thought much of it- must be seasonal allergies.

Definitely not because Midterms, a big Toman meeting, Peke-J’s vet appointment, and Baji’s birthday were all falling in the same week. Nope, definitely not any of that.

Chifuyu was convinced he had this. What was a little stress? He’s been through worse. And yet- soon the symptoms were getting worse. Sneezes turned into congestion, coughs grew more hoarse and hard to hide. Eventually he was waking up in the wee hours in the morning nauseated.

Still- he pushed on. He had this! He just needed to get through the upcoming week and he’d be fine. Once it was over, he’d be his usual self again.

For the most part- Toman believed him.

Except for Mitsuya.

That man saw everything.

Currently the pair were in Chifuyu’s room, the mentioned boy far too sick to even sit up on his own. His body felt like one huge furnace, and he wanted to both rip off all the sheets binding him to his bed and climb into a freezer. He barely heard Mitsuya come in- just heard his disappointed exclamation. “I’m fine..I just-” A hoarse cough exploded from his chest as he doubled over, hands rubbing his back to help him through it. When he looked up, he found Mitsuya glaring at him.

And in his hand, a glass of water.

“Dumbass. I can’t believe you’d let yourself get this sick! Here you are practically dying on us and you’re too stubborn to say anything!” Mitsuya’s back was turned as he dug through the convenience store bag, pulling out cough medicine. “Honestly- it’s bad enough Draken and Mikey only JUST sorted out their bullshit, and now this? What are we to do with you-”

The sound of sniffling made him pause. When he turned around, he found Chifuyu’s head bowed, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Oh Chi..”

“I’m not-” The blonde sniffed, reaching up to wipe his face. “I’m not cr-rying!” He ducked down, shamed at how weak he looked before Mitsuya of all people. “Ju-Just..give me a se-econd.”

Mitsuya didn’t say anything, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. A moment later, he reached out, resting a hand on the younger boy’s head. “So stubborn, even now.” He sounded fond, almost like he was smiling. “Tell me what’s going on. I can help, you know.” He reached over and snatched up the planner laying by, poking through it as Chifuyu wiped his face. “Ah, okay. Easy enough. Look- I’ll take care of Peke-J for you; I’m free that afternoon. Baji’s birthday- Toman’s gonna do something; we’ve got that planned out. You just focus on getting better and knocking out finals, kay?” He reached out, ruffling the other’s hair.

“....Okay.” He sounded so young, like his sisters getting over a fit. Mitsuya almost hugged him right there like he’d do with them.

Instead, he cuffed his chin, smiling. “That’s my guy.”

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*crawls out of my hole, foaming from the mouth*

Alright, new Watching and Dreaming promo just dropped

So i'm going to analyse it like I did with Warrior Cats.

I'm not sure whose hand this is. I was thinking Amity in her Hecate costume, but the gloves don’t match up. It has to be someone who has been puppet-ed(?) because of the joints. 

There are pipes and gears sticking out of the walls and floor and the room looks less kept. Interesting thing, the heart (bile sack?) is still pumping, so I’m wondering when this scene takes place and where. Is it the Collector's realm (?) or a dream or maybe a flashback? 

We see light orbs, probably from light glyphs. I feel like the light glyph is going to have some significance, I just can’t figure out how. We also see eyeballs and goop from Belos surrounding and consuming the plant life around them. 

LULU!!!

In a credits photo from FTF we see an image of puppet Lilith and owl beast Eda with King hugging her. In the background is the Collector, who looks worried/sad. I assume he turned Lilith back, knowing she was around. The Collector did not know about Eda though. This means two things. 

The Collector has the power to turn people back 

The Collector is going to find out about King hiding Eda and probably transform Lilith again

Luz is wearing Belos’s outfit. I assume that this episode is going to take place in a dream sequence/altered reality created by the Collector. During this, Luz will take the form of Belos. Belos had betrayed the Collector in the past, being the source of his suffering. Now Luz is the source and the Collector see’s the two in a similar light. 

Directly after this shot we see statues of characters including Principal Bump, Bosha and Mat Tholomule. I don’t know if this is real or if the two shots are connected, but they seem to be because of the lighting of the statues and the red light on the bridge. This bridge also looks like the one Lilith and Eda battled on in S1. 

I have this screenshot saved as GoopBastard.png

It looks like this takes place in the aforementioned throne room, with the decor being similar. We see Raine struggling with Belos goop (ew) while Belos himself escapes. This means that either Belos can control multiple forms or his curse (I assume it's a curse) is beginning to take a form of its own. I personally believe the latter.

I think Raine is going to fight back like we saw Hunter do (maybe they see Eda) and Belos is too weak to put up a real fight so he escapes. 

YOINK

The characters are in different outfits here. Gus is in his grom outfit, Hunter is in his GG uniform, Amity is in her S2 outfit and Willow is in her school uniform. Something to note is their eyes, they all have a dead eyed expression, except for Willow. She looks sad and nervous, like in S1. I assume she is unconscious/cannot move during this scene because this expression does not change. The dialogue before this scene sounds like Willow speaking, saying “you have to wake up!”. 

I think this shot happenes directly after the end of FTF. Everyone is in the same position and they are still in the skull. This is right before everything goes down. The ground is shaking and I assume the Collector is causing it. One small note is Ghost’s expression. 

The dialogue of Luz saying “you know this can’t last forever” caught my attention. I believe this is Luz talking to the Collector. She sounds very genuine and kind here, sympathetic even, and she is. Luz understands wanting to escape into your fantasy world, but also understands that you can’t do that, not forever. 

In this scene Hunter is injured with the others (Amity, Willow and Gus) protecting him from something. I’m not quite sure what to say here, but it feels important. 

This scene is terrifying. If you look you can see King crying or at least tears welling in his eyes. The owl beast also has multiple wings and there is a glow coming from both her and the king's mouths. Looking at the background you can see hand-like roots on the ground, probably Belos. 

I don’t have much to say here, but boy am I crying. This is the reunion we have all been waiting for. It looks like it's taking place in the Collector's realm/plane we saw earlier, judging by the checkered floor and space background. 

Overall, I am really excited for the new episode. As sad as I am to see The Owl House end, I know it's going to go out with a bang. Of course, I would have loved more episodes but the episodes we've gotten are so wonderful and I know Dana and the crew will make the finale something truly special. 

[linkons-most-wanted]

My Own Drum - Part 2

“Love, hate… they’re two sides of the same coin. You could say that makes us two peas in a pod.” “At least you hate me.” “Hm. Astonishing misunderstanding.” Not quite sure what to do with that comment, I kick at a pebble with the shiny leather of my shoe. “How fucked up does it make me if I’m half hoping Caleb’s still watching and it makes him miserable to see me sitting out here with you?” Sylus gives a low chuckle. “Pretty fucked up.” “You don’t mind me using you like this?” “Not really. You can use me if you want. Passes the time. Besides, you’re interesting.” “Oh really? How so?” “Case in point. It’s funny you even have to ask that. Your essay was good, by the way.” After everything, I’d almost forgotten about that. I shake my head. “Yours was way better. Those themes never even occurred to me, and then… Well, you just made them make so much sense. An A minus is fine for what I did, I guess.” “That teacher’s still giving you a hard time. He always grades the girls lower.” “Why are you telling me that?” “It’s the truth. You’re a good writer. Don’t let it get to you. But do figure out another word to use instead of ‘therefore’. The fifth time I saw it I wanted to scoop my eyeballs out with spoons.” “And here I was about to accuse you of being nice to me.”

~*~*~

Suddenly, I’m falling backwards, but somehow I know to not let my knees buckle. Only Sylus’s broad hand across my back keeps me from hitting the floor. At the bottom point of the low dip, Sylus’s warm breath washes over me. There’s a beat where neither of his breathe, and then he lets out a low hm as his mouth pulls further towards a smile. “You’re very trusting,” he says, pulling me to my feet again. He releases me, and it seems the dance is over for now. “Not of just anyone.” “You must have poor judgement if you trust me.” I search those crimson eyes, chin still pointed up at him. “Do you really believe that? Or is that just what other people think? But that can’t be—you don’t care what other people think, right?” “Sometimes paying attention to things you don’t care about is a strategic necessity.” I glance around the apartment as I let the words sink in. “The spoils of your strategic prowess.” “That’s one way to put it.” My brow suddenly furrows. “Sylus, when your parents died… did anyone take care of you? Or… have you been entirely on your own since then?” “That’s something I neither care about nor pay attention to.” He turns to head towards the kitchen. I reach after him, gently putting my hand on his arm. Despite the lack of force, he stops and looks at me, expression curious, open, almost… hopeful. My next choice feels important.

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My Own Drum

Destiny's Dance CYOA Senior Prom AU, Sylus Branch

Sylus's branch is a bit special! We've got some angst along the way...

MC decides to march to the beat of her own drum, persuading Zayne, Xavier, and Rafayel to still come to prom and getting Caleb to help her volunteer. Shockingly that doesn't go super well... especially when some of Caleb's obsessive behavior comes to light. MC bails on prom--only to find she's not the only one. A certain delinquent is loitering outside...

But as soon as Jeremiah and Andrew leave, Xavier and Caleb exchange a glance and the tension returns. I slide into a seat at the table. “So, um… what are everyone’s summer plans?” Xavier shrugs. “I haven’t really thought about it.” “Studying for med school,” Zayne says dryly. Caleb offers me a charming smile. “You already know all about my summer plans, pipsqueak.” The usually calm Xavier bristles. My earlier optimism falters, but I refuse to admit defeat yet. “What was your favorite class from this past year?” The answers are just as short. Zayne says “Science,” Xavier says “Astrology,” and Caleb shrugs and says, “Lunch.” Fuck, this is pulling teeth. Usually, Zayne doesn’t mind just hanging back and listening as Caleb and I do most of the chatting. But the tension between Xavier and Caleb is throwing me for a loop. Just when I think it can’t get any worse… “So I didn’t get an invitation to the table?” Rafayel’s voice comes from behind me. I spin and put on my most winning smile. “There you are! I’m inviting you now.” “No, it’s fine,” Rafayel says sharply. “I see how it is.” Rafayel turns and stalks back out of the gym. Shit.

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[shyinadarkplace]

Oblivious and Envy

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader. Warnigns: None I think this is pretty clean. but like bad language maybe. A/N: This is the product of a request given to me by @mariidepp . The request was "the reader is kinda jealous because a lot of women have been flirting with Jason lately and he doesn't seems to have a clue until the reader gets mad." Let me tell you this was fun.

Don’t get me wrong, I know that I am lucky. Not only is Alfred my godfather who has taken care of me since my family disappeared, but also I have grown up with the Waynes. I have been there through everything. However I was closest to Jason, being the same age we were thick as thieves. We did everything together, trained, went to school, and patrolled. Jason was my first kiss. When he died my world went dark. It was a very very long time before I got back to some what normal. Then suddenly one day he was back, I knew it was him the second I saw him. It didn’t matter that he was in the Red Hood costume. Or that it had been years. I knew it was him. In my head that scene from Princess Bride played, ya know the one where Buttercup finds out that Wesley is actually alive. Anyway, let's fast forward. After some healing and when he had returned to the BatFamily, once again Jason and I were joined at the hip. Naturally we started dating and have been for years now. Here is the thing, Jason is gorgeous. I mean absolutely melt worthy. I however am not. I am sort of plain. Obviously I am very fit but I still have a soft tummy, big thighs, ya know . I have never figured out for the life of me how my body retains all this softness with all the crap I do. The past few weeks have been especially hard. Why? You ask. Let me tell you.

Two weeks ago.

Jason and I were out on a date. He’d asked me to dress to the nines and I did. “Fuckin hell (y/n/n) you look stunning.” Jason said as I came down the stairs. I laughed. Dick stood beside him and teased, “Bro you act like you have never seen her dressed up before.” “Shut up. I’ve never seen her dressed in that.” Dick looks me up and down with a hungry look on his face. Jason growls “I’ll feed you your own eyeballs Grayson.” I can’t help but laugh again, I know Dick is just doing it to mess with Jason. He has Starfire, and they are so incredibly in love I don’t think either of them is physically capable of being attracted to another being. “Jason.” I say softly “Come on. Didn’t you say you wanted to show me off or something like that?” His mood shifted and he gave me that gorgeous smile. “Yeah I did. Let's go.” Once in the car his hand is immediately on my thigh. It’s a quiet ride, easy and comfortable. I gasp when we pull up to the restaurant. “Jason, how did you get a reservation?! Oh my god!!!” He runs his hand through his hair and for half a second looks shy. “Well I am an adopted son of Bruce Wayne….Not gonna lie he called. Hahaha.” I just grinned. “Thank you. I am so excited.” “Alright well then lets go. I haven’t had good sushi since Bruce took us all to Japan.” “Same.” I agreed. Believe me there are some great places to get sushi in Gotham but once you have the real deal it is all a pale comparison, though they are fine in a pinch. The valet comes over as Jason helps me out of the car, as I stand and Jason closes the door, he just stares. Jason clears his throat, “Yeah she is hot as hell, but she is mine. Here are the keys. Don’t scratch my car.” As we walk away Jason offers me his arm and I gladly take it. We are ushered in and suddenly it's like we are in Japan again. I gasp. “This is beautiful. Jason, thank you.” “You don’t have to thank me baby,” he was just about to say something else when three women who looked like asian supermodels came up. “Mr. Todd please this way.” as they lead the way they keep looking back at him. Well fuck here it goes. We sit and they prepare the table. “So what would you like to order?” One of them says as we sit down, Jason just looks at me with a wtf look. “We need a moment to look over the menu. But could we get a couple of waters and a bottle of your best sake please.” I smile up at them trying my best to keep calm, something about the women irking my soul. For a moment they don’t move but when Jason says nothing they rush away. After they leave we start looking at the menu, and let me tell you they have everything. I let the shit with the waitresses fade. A guy brings over our drinks and sets up the sake for us. Jason gives him a nod and he is off, we fall into the easiness that is our whole relationship and I couldn't be happier. Finally the waitress comes back over, let me rephrase the three waitresses. Jason gets up and leans over “I’ll be right back. Bathroom.” I nod. Once he is out of sight one of them says “We will just wait until he comes back to take the order.” I look at them shocked. “No. I am ordering for both of us. If you are too focused on gawking at my fiance, I will find other servers or preferably just one server who can do their job.” Needless to say that dinner went smoothly after that. However it really doesn’t help with how I’d been feeling.

Today Ya know I fucking love Jason. I love everything about this man, but right now I really can’t tell if he is seriously oblivious to all these women flirting . Honestly you are right, if he isn’t paying attention then I shouldn’t make a big deal out of it. I guess it is just the blatant disrespect for me that has me ready to flip my shit. We are standing at the counter of our favorite ice cream shop and the chick behind the counter is eye fucking my fiance . “Sooo,” she says, making her voice all low and sultry “Do you see anything you like?” I snort softly and she shoots me a dirty look. As Jason orders for us she sticks a Sugar Daddy in her mouth and continues making advances. When she gives a soft little moan I snap. “ Would you please stop that! He is clearly not interested so could you just give us our ice cream so we can go?” The girl snarls. Fucking snarls at me. “I wasn’t doing anything that concerned you. So mind your business.” That’s it. I snatch the front of her uniform slamming her head into the counter. “Everything about him is my business you two bit hussy. He is MY fiance!” I turn and storm out of the place while she cries on the floor. Jason quickly catches up and herds me into an alley caging me with his body. “Hey now what the hell was all that about?” His voice is low and slightly concerned. I just sigh, pushing him away. “It's nothing, let's just go home.” He doesn’t even budge. Well fuck. “Don’t lie to me. I am usually the one doing face bashing. What is going on with you?” I cross my arms over my chest feeling a little defensive. “Damn it J ! The past few weeks it's like you have been a chick magnet and women are constantly ignoring the fact that I am even around. If they aren’t ignoring me they are giving me dirty looks and making asshole comments. It’s frustrating and kinda hurtful.” He still doesn't move. Damn it he knows me to well. "okay let me count. There was two weeks ago at the sushi place. Later that night on patrol. The next day that woman dropped a stack of books as SHE bumped into you and got all giggly. Couple days after that when we went to the mall women were either eye fucking you or flirting. not to mention that in every store they were rude about my size and basically refused to help. There was a few quite days because we didn't go anywhere. Then yesterday that lady slipped her friggin underwear in your jacket pocket . And today this!" It felt really good to get it all out. For a moment he just stares hotly at me with those 10 fathom sea eyes and I almost forget about all of the bull crap. I forget everything when he cups my cheek and kisses me hard and long. When I am panting for breath he pulls away. “Let me tell you,” his voice dark and husky, “there are more women in the world than men. But there is only one woman that I care about and it is the curvy, sexy, strong, badass little firecracker I have in my arms. Next time give me a tap or something and I can make it blatantly obvious that I am now and forever in love with you.” I can’t help the way my face breaks out in a goofy grin. “I love you too.” He pulls away grinning, “Come on let's go home, I’m sure Alfred has our favorite ice cream anyway, besides I have plans for every inch of your body.”