#i am actually so cranky today but this makes me happy

[sunminshine]

SPOTIFY WRAPPED DAY LETS GOOOO

[alexsoenomel]

Chokehold (Sam Winchester x Reader smut)

Request: Hey I don’t know if you’re taking requests but I was reading Adrenlize Me and I had an idea for a part 2? Sam and reader have been getting at it for a bit but this time they finally say “I love you” to each other? Rough smut with a little dash of fluff? 🥰

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: sexy times and I love you’s, mentions of addiction 

Word count: 2.1k

Note: I apologize for being so slow (school+work+ADHD). Writing this made me realize how single I actually am.

 Enjoy! Like/Reblog or both if you like it! :)

PART 1

Addiction. First, it feels like a warm hug, sucking you in, disguising itself as something familiar, something beautiful, and finally, you feel like you filled that hole in your soul. Then it starts taking, it takes and takes until there is nothing left to take, until you cannot give anymore – until you’re dead. You find out, a little too late, that the warm hug was just a one-way ticket to your inevitable demise.

This started as a deep-seated need but turned into a full-blown addiction sooner than I thought, but the only difference was this was a blissful one, with no reaper waiting for you at the end. It only brought endless pleasure. 

Sam was no better than me. We couldn’t stop ourselves; every touch, every kiss would send us into a euphoric state, and it was better than any drug known to man. 

After our little adventure in Dean’s beloved Baby, we tried to keep our dirty little secret hidden. Sam would come to my room only during the night when he could hear Dean snoring in his room, and even then, we had to be careful since Dean was a light sleeper. He would muffle my moans with his hand whenever he was on top of me, he would sometimes even let me bite his shoulder, but it was impossible to be quiet, especially when we both liked listening to each other come undone. Long story short, Dean found out.

“Good thing you two lovebirds finally got together! The bad thing is now I cannot sleep.” He told us one morning while sipping his black coffee, clearly tired and cranky. 

Lovebirds.

That word was stuck in my brain that day. It still would pop up occasionally. It reminded me that we never labeled our little arrangement. When it happened, we would carry on, pretend like this thing was meaningless, and then we would do it all over again. We would cover every topic under the Sun apart from this one. We completely ignored it, but it was there, just around the corner, something more than just a meaningless hookup. 

Sure, he was able to make my legs shake, make me forget my existence, and his touch would set me on fire every damn time, but the way he would look at me right before I would come, the way we would look at each other…  I knew I was falling for him. 

We were birds of a feather –we connected through art, books, and music. We liked the same things but were far different characters. I was more of a 'Shoot first, ask questions later' kind of girl, like his older brother, and he was far from that. He was my voice of reason when I would let my emotions consume me; he was the one who would tell Dean and me to get our shit together whenever we would jump the gun (and that would often happen because we were both hotheads). We worked perfectly together. 

***

"God, I'm exhausted!" I said and put my bag on the table. 

We just got back from a hunt in Omaha, Nebraska, and it was a wild one. It dragged to no end until we finally ganked the ghost that was killing unfaithful men. I almost got thrown off the balcony, Dean almost got stabbed, and Sam, well he took care of it. Overall, I was just happy the case was over and, that I could sleep in my/Sam's bed. 

"Me too! Gonna hit the hay!" Dean said taking his shoes off. 

"Already? It's only 10 pm." Sam said. On a rare occasion, Dean would sleep early, he was the worst night bird in the flock. For him, 2 am was too early for bed, and mornings started at noon. 

"Sammy, I almost got stabbed today! Yeah, already." Dean said and disappeared into the hallway. 

"Night, Dean!" I said. 

"Night, night!" I heard him say. 

I was immediately hit with the realization that I was alone with Sam. There was something so alluring about him that made me nervous in the best way possible. It would boost my dopamine and adrenaline – like a drug. I swallowed nervously as I turned to see he was staring back at me and I immediately recognized the look – the look of devotion. 

"What?" I asked. He looked tired, with messy hair, and bags under his eyes. I was a tired mess too. During these days caffeine kept me awake and sharp since we were working night and day trying to solve the gruesome mystery. 

"Shower?" He asked.

"Please!" 

We went to his room since I would spend most of my nights there. What started as casual, grew to be a routine. I started hating sleeping alone in cold sheets – his warmth kept me safe. 

When we entered his room, pleasant silence joined us. We stripped down our dirty clothes and sins as we went to the bathroom. We didn’t say a word until warm water touched our tired bodies.

“Warm enough?” Sam asked me.

I nodded. He shampooed my hair, and I did my body while letting my muscles relax under the shower, feeling every part of me slowly shutting down from exhaustion.  Once my hair was nice and cleaned and I turned to face Sam, kissing where his heart was as I balanced myself on my tiptoes since he was much taller than me. 

“My turn?” I asked and got on his knees, like he usually would do when I wanted to wash his hair, and wrapped his hands around my waist, cupping my ass. It wasn’t the first time we showered together, the aftercare was as important for him as it was for me, but this time it felt far more intimate and real. The aftercare would usually turn into rough shower sex, leaving me breathless and sometimes even covered in bruises, but this time I saw true intimacy and meaning of showering together. 

Sam kissed my stomach as I washed his hair, sending light shivers all over my body. His hand went between my legs, and a light moan escaped from my lips. 

“All done!” My voice trembled. Sam stood up and kissed me hungrily. I could never get enough of his kisses, his lips were soft, kisses sweet kinda like cherries in spring, nothing like I’ve ever tasted before. He broke the kiss as our eyes met, water still running down our bodies. I could feel his breath on my lips. The air, even though hot and heavy, got a little bit chilly for a second – or was I getting nervous? I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. I didn’t know why I was getting nervous. Everything that seemed familiar was now foreign to me. Even though we fucked a million times, even though we both had seen each other naked, I was still feeling that tickling sensation in the pit of my stomach. 

Sam turned off the shower. We did our night routine in blissful silence. Skincare, haircare, the whole nine yards…in blissful pleasant silence. Sam even started using my Vitamin C serum, when I told him how good it is for the skin. 

I was pleasantly surprised when he took a little bit of my hydrating cream after the serum. I would always use that after having a rough day on the job, it did wonders for my tired skin. 

“You’re learning,” I told him as I brushed my teeth. 

“From the best.” He simply said. 

***

I didn’t remember the last time I did my night routine in my bathroom – and it all started when Dean caught me leaving his room to get my toothbrush. 

“You two are louder than a jackhammer!” He told me as he opened the door of his room, messy hair, eyes barely open, clearly feeling creaky from lack of sleep…again. “Keep it down, or I swear I’ll kill you both!”

“Sorry!” I was embarrassed but trying hard not to laugh.

Ever since then, I decided not to leave his room during the night. So, naturally, I started leaving my stuff in Sam’s room. 

***

After we got in our pajamas; Sam in his gray sweatpants and me in my oversized blue T-shirt I “borrowed” from him, got under the covers. I could feel my whole body relaxing, as I let my mind drift God knows where…I was ready to fall asleep, but Sam had other plans. He wrapped his hand around my waist pulling me closer to him. His semi-hard cock was pressed against my ass, and I felt his lips on my neck. 

“Yeah, Sammy?” I bit my lower lip. 

“I don’t wanna sleep.” He mumbled between kisses. 

I turned around, missing the softness of his lips on mine. I kissed him, feeling the minty taste on his lips. My hand went in his hair, pulling him closer to me. He moaned when I pulled his locks, sending shivers all over his body. He pushed me back onto the mattress as he climbed on top of me, leaving kisses all over my jaw and neck. I loved his lips on my skin, I loved everything about them; the softness, the taste, the ability to make me wet in seconds… 

“You got me worried today,” Sam whispered between kisses. 

“Sorry, I was a hot-headed dumbass.”

I thought I could take down the ghost by myself. I didn’t stick to the plan and almost got thrown off the balcony when the damn thing attacked me – my mistake.

“Like always.”

And that’s why you love me. I bit my tongue. I felt my walls completely coming down under him. I didn’t care about labels, I didn’t care what we were, I just knew my heart was struggling to stay silent. I wanted to say those words as much as I desperately wanted to hear them from him. 

“Shut up and kiss me!” I told him instead. 

Sam pressed his lips on mine, this time his hand went down my stomach between my legs. His fingers were cold, making my skin shiver, but his touch bought endless pleasure. 

I could feel his two fingers in me for a few seconds before he pulled away. 

“Tease,” I said annoyed. He loved making me beg and feel desperate and I loved every second of it. 

He licked his fingers clean and kissed me letting me have a taste as well. 

“You are delicious.”

Everything about this seemed different. He was sweeter and far more gentle. Usually, he would tell me to be quiet, his good girl, he would be rough, but this time…he wasn’t? He had a gentle side, but I’d rarely see it. I felt something was different. I felt my heart connecting with his and my soul feeling closer to his own. 

“And you’re a tease.” 

He laughed, showing off those cute little dimples I adored so much. 

"Just a little. " He smirked before kissing me again. I was growing impatient, and it was like he heard me. He wasted no time, he moved my panties to the side as I helped him lower his sweatpants. He entered me slowly, letting me adjust to his size, letting me bask in the pleasure his cock was giving me. I buried my fingers into his damp hair, arching my back slightly. 

"You feel so good!" 

He would always tell me that. Every time. No exception. He knew his words made me needy, horny, and desperate…He knew what buttons to push. 

He started to move and that was when my heart decided to work against me…or it did me a favor? My eyes were lost in his, not wanting to break the contract. I was feeling every inch of him, slowly moving in and out, skin to skin….

"I love you!" 

I heard myself say. My heart was pounding, I could see his expression change as his hair was falling on my cheeks…he smiled and kissed me.

"I love you too!" 

I didn't expect this answer from him. At the moment it didn't seem real but I think we both knew it was coming. Between the constant staring, and flirting just to gross out Dean and the genuine connection we had, we knew…

Sam's pace became faster, and I was slowly losing it. His face was inches away from mine, feeling each other's breaths as my climax was getting closer. I could feel my body shaking, my nails digging into his back as I couldn’t get his name out of my mouth. 

“Come on, baby!” He whispered in my ear. 

I loved his voice, I loved his touch, his kiss. I loved him.

I came hard, biting his shoulder (Sam didn’t even flinch), not wanting to be too loud because of Dean and his “Next time I’m gonna kill you both” sentence. 

He kissed me before collapsing next to me. We were both panting, waiting for someone to say something, to break the ice that had already been broken when I told him I love you. But no one did. Instead, we fell asleep, my head on his chest, safe and sound. 

[somewhereincairparavel]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could write Jason x daughter of Apollo reader who’s always overworking herself at the infirmary

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when the skies are gray"

author's note: I intended it to be full fluffy but I made it hurt comfort instead, I hope you don't mind <3

Jason hadn't seen you in days…. recently the infirmary was packed with patients, Jason literally being one of the dozens. The apollo healers were at their peak of pressure. You were performing stitches while the others were performing surgeries. After all the chaotic rush cooled down a little, you told Will to take some rest, while you checked off the list of patients that were admitted in your notepad.

That was when Jason stepped inside the infirmary, you didn't even notice until jason vigorously back hugged you.

“What?” You snapped, you were exhausted and didn't really want to see anyone at the moment, not even your boyfriend. Jason pulled out a bouquet of sunflowers, smiling brightly while giving them to you. What a sweetheart.

Unfortunately, you had too much coffee and that made you cranky.

“thanks. Put them in the vase.” You said, not taking your eyes off of your notepad while aloofly gesturing to the empty vase on your desk.

You felt Jason frown genuinely. He put the flowers inside the vase as you asked him too, which you did albeit a little coldly. But he knew you were stressed out, so he didn't think much of it. He put a hand on your shoulder gently and moved closer to whisper in your ear.

“sunshine, don't you think you should be taking a break? You look exhausted and you didn't show up to dinner yesterday, have you even eaten? Be honest please” he asked in concern

You always loved Jason's worried mom behavior because you thought it was endearing, but today, the pressure levels of the past few days, witnessing your siblings in distress because they failed to save one patient, watching fellow campers in physical pain, just got too much, that you snapped.

“I am FINE Jason! Just because I didn't show up yesterday does not mean I didn't eat. Have you considered the possibility that I had food sent to me over here in the infirmary? Gosh.. can't you see I'm busy? Why are you so overbearing? Leave me alone, please.” you regretted your words the moment they spilled out. Jason looked like a kicked puppy, as a flash of hurt went through his eyes. But they disappeared almost immediately as his eyes were replaced with steely coldness.

“I was just checking on you, babe. because I was worried.....tell me how many of your friends have actually come in to see how you were, the past week?” He asked, with a dangerously calm and steady voice, staring at you deeply while making a very fair point. That's what happens when you were raised in the most unemotional camp ever. You switch back to your old ways.

You looked at him a little stunned, and were unable to respond to his question. Because you had no answer. Nobody apart from your siblings had come to check on you, up until Jason arrived.

“Exactly. So if you think that me caring about my girlfriend’s health and being worried about her is “overbearing” then fine. If you continue to push me away when I clearly mean well, then so be it. I hope you like the flowers, and please, for the love of god, get some rest. We'll talk when you're feeling less mad” he added.

But this time, you could've sworn that his voice was shaky and that broke you. You had never said mean stuff to him like this before, and this time, it had clearly affected him. He had done nothing but be sweet to you. Even now, he was talking you calmly without telling at your outburst.

You watched miserably as Jason walked out of the infirmary. Tears slipped out of your eyes as you reached your breaking point of the week. You had officially pushed away the one person who loves you more than anything. Simply because you were stubborn to hear him out.

It was currently 1:00 AM, and you finally collected yourself to go apologize to Jason. You needed to fix what you broke before it was too late. You found yourself staring at the flowers he'd oh so happily given you before you ruined his mood.

You tentatively stepped into his cabin, trying to make as less noise as possible. You couldn't wait until morning for this, you missed him to death. Jason was sleeping quietly, he was never the one for snoring, he wasn't a deep sleeper either, so every time you had even accidentally brushed against him, he'd wake up with a jolt.

You gently got into his bed, and wrapped your arms around him from behind while burying your face into his hair. This time though, he didn't wake up with an alert jolt. Instead, he took your hands and tightened your grip around himself.

“You're awake?” You whispered to him curiously.

“Well, what do you think?” Jason whispered back, the smile in his voice evident. He turned around to face you, and you held his cheeks with both your hands, softly stroking them. He was staring at you, this time, any trace of coldness had vanished. You took a few seconds to admire his gorgeous eyes before you spoke.

“Jason… I'm sorry… I didn't mean anything I said. I really didn't.. I was just feeling cranky about how shitty my week had been, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you.. I had no right, especially not when you were so sweet abou-” you were cut off with his lips pressing on yours.

“That's okay, love. I know you didn't mean it, I just wanted to give you space to think everything through. I was never mad. Just upset that you were overworking yourself too much.” he replied after pulling away.

You teared up again.

“I love you so much.” You said, pressing your forehead onto his. He smiled brightly.

“I love you too. Now, do you want to talk about how you've been feeling? You need it, Let it out babe. I'm always here.”

Both of you spent the rest of the night, talking about each other's feelings and cuddling. Jason felt fulfilled as he saw you peacefully napping, getting the rest you deserve.

“Sweet dreams, sunshine.” He whispered, kissing your hair.

[fierceawakening]

So, actual question about actual gaslighting:

Mom tells me that my birthday gift is a table from IKEA that she and dad are buying me. I'm happy about this, as I very much do need a table. The one I have is one they were getting rid of when they moved into an apartment more suited to them aging in place, and is a lovely table but is way the fuck too big for my small apartment so I'm happy about this.

We go to IKEA. Somehow they forget that this is an hour each way and everyone is frustrated and annoyed at the trip taking so long so we're all kind of snippy while we're there. Which is maybe not great but I'm just kinda, eh, shit happens, I'm finding a table. Whatever.

TO MY PERCEPTION, my mom has a thing about people getting snippy. She starts to get really nervous and uncomfortable and make a big deal out of it, where I personally would prefer we just all laugh it off. "Oh fuck, we're all tired and cranky and forgot how fucking HUGE an IKEA is. Ow, argh, welcome to the universe, we all want to commit murder now but are too tired, woe is us, ha ha ha." But, again, as I perceive it, this is Not Okay with my mom, who really wants everyone to act happy and grateful all the time. It's TO ME like she can't see grateful if you're not beaming, and it baffles me.

BUT I am not her, and I could be downplaying that I'm curt to the point of mean, so let's presume that I'm terrible and grouchy and should really be less of both given that this is a present for me. Okay. I suck. Let's go.

Well, things get worse. We go to have dinner after, and I say we should wait until we get back to town and know the restaurants, and that while I know she practices intermittent fasting religiously "it's never actually the end of the world to mess up your diet once due to extenuating circumstances, we can push dinnertime to 6:30."

Well she LOSES IT because I called her fasting a diet and we have an argument which culminates in us eating at a terrible Mexican place we all absolutely hate so it won't be 6:30 at which point she absolutely cannot eat.

We're all tired and grumpy and annoyed because that was exhausting They take the table home with them and tell me they'll come back tomorrow (today) to assemble it, and then, since this is about my birthday, we'll go out to lunch for my bday. (I could SWEAR I asked if it was OK that that would take attention away from Mother's Day and she said it's fine, but maybe I don't remember?)

Anyway, we're all still exhausted and kind of annoyed, and now we're assembling furniture. I'm tired and hungry and looking forward to lunch, and from MY PERSPECTIVE I'm still in a bit of a snippy mood but I don't THINK I'm doing anything terrible.

But she gets super upset. Why am I not happy? Why am I not excited? Why did I not immediately mention Mother's Day? And I'm just like oh man can I just focus on putting a table together? And she's like why am I talking in the way I'm talking? MY answer to which is that we're all tired and run down and it's normal, but she doesn't like this.

Finally she tells me that she's not going to go with me to lunch if "I can't behave decently."

I'm hurt about this, but I don't want to promise that I can "behave decently" because I know from experience that trying to mask in front of her makes things worse, not better.

So I say, "You need to make up your own mind. I am not sure I can mask my snippiness until I have eaten and calmed down. If this is a dealbreaker for you, please just drop us off and we'll catch back up with you. If it's not, I'll probably be fine once I've rested and have some food in me."

I feel like this makes sense, and actually even like maybe it would help! I can't vow to never be visibly tired or annoyed, but I can be aware she dislikes it and tell her I'll catch her later when it won't put her on edge.

But her reaction to that is basically that I want license to behave badly, and that I don't care about her enough to "be decent." She goes with us, but the whole time talks about how unfair it is that I be allowed to "not be decent."

I eat the food and enjoy the restaurant, and as I predicted, this helps me to feel calmer and present as less obviously irritated. I am hurt deeply by the "not decent" remark but able to hide those feelings as I'm calmer. Everything is fine. Ish.

...

AITA or is she? I mean, I think she is, but... if I am abusive or cruel and giving myself a pass, I feel like I should know that.

I just... Idk. I don't feel like anyone else does this. Like, friends and loved ones have seen me annoyed. And they don't necessarily like it, but there isn't the same sense that I'm incapable of being decent.

Dafuq do I do about this? I love my mom but I'm so tired of feeling like I can't just... be pissed off, lest it hurt her in some way, when it seems like me being pissed off in front of other people is treated like it's, maybe not perfect, but normal.

[gradientdescent-does-it-all]

Crafting Journal - Bilbo Baggins Vest

Like most crafters, I have a curse. It is a dark, powerful curse that can become all-consuming if I let it control me, a curse which pervades my life and always lingers like a wicked shadow no matter how hard I fight to control it. I speak, of course, of the Curse of the Stash. That dark compulsion to buy just one more skein of yarn! The urge to say "why yes, Grandmother, I would be HAPPY to accept 6 tupperware tubs of vintage fabric". The inability to release even the smallest shreds of possibly-still-usable leather. And with it all, the silent, ever-growing monster that threatens to spill out of every drawer, every cabinet, and every cubbyhole in my house. The Stash.

CASE IN POINT: Some of y'all remember I once made a wool undercoat for the Witcher's Ursine Armor. Most popular thing I've ever made, weirdly (well, except the *cough*handcuffs*cough*). What you may not know is that when I went shopping for that project, I bought a lot of materials. A LOT. And by that I mean a solid 4x more Italian wool coating than I ended up actually needing. To this day I am still trying to use it all up. So I present to you today's valiant battle in the war against The Stash: The Bilbo Baggins vest.

It is so-called because I am nearly 100% certain that the pattern I used for it (McCall's M8133) is the literal exact same one used to make Ian Holm's vest in Fellowship of the Ring.

As the weather gets cooler, I'm looking forward to walking about town looking a bit like a cranky old hobbit. Aaaaand... just 3 more yards of wool to use up after this.

[shallyne]

Feysand Month Day 23/Feyre Week Day 5: Starfall

Back for Starfall

I dunno, new fic. New fluff. Maybe heh

Words: 1,657

TW: none

Feyre is excited for Rhys to come home, when Mor gives her some news

The day of Starfall finally arrived. Feyre was happy because it wasn't just Starfall but Rhys was finally coming back from a mission with Azriel. He was gone for a month now. Feyre stayed back because she had her High Lady duties. Both Rhys's and her duties, actually. She was glad because she missed Rhys so much, she had to work to keep her mind away from her mate. Some days it worked better than other days. So she met with Velaris shop owners, she went to the Hewn City with Mor and Cassian, she visited a Illyrian camps with Cassian and did mountains of paperwork. She visited cities throughout the whole Night Court together with Mor. Territories she hadn't seen yet. Places so beautiful, she had to remember them to visit with Rhys again.

She waved to the Velaris citizens she crossed, smiling. "Good morning!" she chirped happily as she made her walk back home. Many families and many shops started decorating for Starfall and it looked beautiful. As she entered her home she took a deep breath. Elain started baking bread when Feyre left earlier and the scent hit Feyre as she walked towards her office. Feyre smiled at Cerridwen as she walked past the dining room. She threw herself in her office chair, ready to finish the rest of her paperwork. She wanted it done before Rhys arrived home, so she could focus only on him. And the coming Starfall celebration. She already had her dress ready and she would be wearing Rhys's favorite jewelry to surprise him.

As she was doing her paperwork, a knock sounded on her door. "Come in!" Feyre said. She looked up as Mor and Cassian entered her office. She smiled at them. "Hey!" Mor said, taking a seat on the other side of the desk. Cassian did the same and asked "Excited for Starfall?"

"I am just finishing this so I can fully focus on the celebration later!" she laughed. "And Rhys. I hope he doesn't come home too late. He's probably tired and wants to take a nap before." she smiled at her friends. "He gets cranky when he's tired."

Cassian snorted "He does."

"What is that?" Feyre asked, pointing to the envelope in Mors hand.

"Well," Mor said, looking from the envelope to Feyre. "Rhys send word."

"What does it say? Why couldn't he tell me?" Feyre asked.

Cassian said "I thought he told you that he can't use his powers-"

"Yes, I know." Feyre interrupted. "During the mission. But he's coming back today, he should be able to tell me." she looked between Mor and Cassian. "He's coming home today, right?"

"Well, the good news is that they had a breakthrough in their mission." Mor said. "But that also means they have to stay a little longer. They won't make it home for Starfall."

A nervous laugh escaped Feyre. "What?" she took the envelope. Reading the letter over and over again. "No. He told me he's coming home today, he promised."

"I'm sorry." Cassian said.

Feyre gave Mor the envelope back, biting her lip. She shrugged and went back to her paperwork. "Thanks for telling me."

"Feyre." Mor said.

Feyre nodded once "I'll see you later."

Mor sighed as they stood up and walked to the door. "You know where we are when you need us." she said. "Don't hesitate to get us."

"We love you." Cassian said.

"I love you, too." Feyre said. They smiled at her before they closed the door. Feyre took a few deep breaths to calm down. Blinking a few times to get rid of her blurry vision. It was dumb. It was dumb and pathetic to be sad now, she couldn't change it either way. Rhys would be home soon enough, she told herself.

She tried to shake all the negative thoughts off and finish her work. It took her a few more hours than it should have because her thoughts always drifted back to her mate. They also drifted off to Azriel, she was sad that he wouldn't be here today, either. She was glad that they had a breakthrough in their mission, that was why they were away in the first place but she was also worried about them. They were in dangerous terrain and Feyre didn't want them to be away longer than absolutely necessary. She wanted them to be safe at home. Where they all could protect each other.

She put the finished paperwork to the side and walked back to her room. She sighed when she looked at her dress. The dress she had worn on her first Starfall and every Starfall after that. She smiled and then she took it and put it back in her closet. When she looked back, Nuala just looked at her. Feyre could almost hear the question when she looked at the shadow wraith and said "I changed my mind, I don't want to wear it." Feyre smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize." Nuala smiled. "Do you have an idea what you want to wear instead?"

She didn't even want to go but Feyre said "I don't know, I'll take a look and then decide." Nuala nodded. "Of course." and she vanished again.

Feyre was incredibly grateful for the shadow wraiths. Especially that they were there for Elain made Feyre appreciate them a lot but even without Elain Feyre couldn't imagine their household without them anymore. They were a big part of the family and made so many things work, Feyre would get them a great solstice present. She didn't know what but there will be one. And a raise. Maybe. She'd have to talk to Rhys about that but she also knew that they got paid plenty already and they definitely deserved it.

Feyre sighed and looked through her closet. Nothing seemed right to wear, at all. In the end she decided on a midnight blue slip dress and a silver chain belt that she had found in Mors closet, that Mor had gifted her then. She threw it on the bed and went into the bathroom to take a bath.

She didn't stay long in the tub. Until she was clean and she couldn't bear her thoughts anymore, then climbed out again. She made her hair and then slipped the dress on, which was faster than usual because she needed help with her Starfall dress. She tried some different variants with the belt until it looked alright and then Nuala helped Feyre with her make-up.

She went out to the balcony where Cassian already stood. "Who are you waiting for?" Feyre asked.

Cassian grinned at her. "You."

"Me?" she asked. Cassian nodded as he took a look at her. "You look good."

Feyre smiled, brushing hair out of her face. "Thank you." she said. "Well, we should go now."

He picked her up and with a strong flap of his wings, they were in the air. "You know I can fly myself."

"With that dress?" Cassian said. "It looks good but it's not really made for flying."

"It is, actually." Feyre said. Cassian snorted. "Did you try it?" Feyre huffed. "Yes."

"So if I let you fall now-" Feyre strengthend her grip on Cassian. "Don't you dare!" He chuckled. When they arrived, Feyre greeted some people, she hugged Mor and then she went to the same balcony where she stood with Rhys during their first Starfall. She looked up at the stars as she heard her family and her people celebrating below. A small smile found Feyres mouth as she heard them celebrating, glad that they were with her. Still, as she looked at the stars she wished that Az and Rhys were here, able to celebrate with them.

Feyre sighed and stood straighter, brushing an invisible fleck of dust from her dress. She would go down there. She wouldn't ruin anyone's celebration with her sulking. Feyre took a deep breath when she felt it. She felt it more than she heard it and she whirled around.

Rhys smiled broadly as their eyes met. "I really can't sneak up on you anymore, can I?"

"You're back?" Feyre asked, hoping that this wasn't a dream. His smile didn't falter as he nodded. "You're done?" Feyre asked.

"We successfully finished the mission-"

Feyre threw her arms around him as he spoke the words. Rhys laughed as he pressed her closer. "I missed you too, Feyre Darling."

"I thought you won't be back today." Feyre said, her voice breaking.

"We got another lead." Rhys said, trying to pull back. Feyre didn't let him, burying her head in Rhys's chest as a sob escaped her. "We're done now." he said quietly, kissing the top of her head. "We finished, I'm back. I won't go away again."

"You won't?" Feyre asked quietly.

"I won't." he promised. She looked up at Rhys. He gently wiped a tear away before he leaned down and kissed her. It was over way too fast but she didn't kiss him again, she pulled back and smiled at him. "Let's go down!"

"You don't want to be alone?" Rhys asked.

Feyre smirked up at him as she took his hand and pulled him with her. "You have me all for yourself later. It's Starfall, come on!"

Rhys chuckled as Feyre walked quickly to her family. It didn't took her long until she spotted familiar blue siphons. "Azriel!" she yelled over the crowd. She didn't care for the people who looked at her. It was the first time she let go of Rhys's hand as she ran through the crowd, towards the shadowsinger. He chuckled faintly as she hugged him. "Welcome home!" she said. Cassian echoed her words as pulled them both in a hug. Out of the corner of her eye Feyre saw that Mor pushed Rhys towards them and then they were doing a group hug. Just the five of them, as a family.

Taglist: @reverie-tales @unofficialfeysandmonth2022 @feysand-month @feyreweek @elentiyawhitethorn

[aamethyst000]

i didn't realize exacctly how slow my progress will be (july 9,24 - 10:56pm)

holy fuck i did not realize how slow my progress in life will be! it feels so weird to be 26. like, not only the progress of my name and gender change, im talking about my progress in life! the changes im gonna have, the hardships ill probably cry to. i thought teenage life was hard, no siree. the adult life is difficult. once the adults before you leave you alone to be independent and strong and whatnot, they all end up telling you how wrong you are and how you're living life wrong. one side is trying to control how you live, the other wants you to be dependant and independent and some how balance that out on your own. anyway, getting off track here. today i woke up feeling lazy but also feeling pretty good about myself! i actually wanted to clean the house and do the dishes without complaint! which is a rare thing for me since teenage hood. it can get pretty bad on most days. my little brother and i did the dishes today and a little bit of sweeping. i am planning on doing the rest of the house chores tomorrow and start on the towels that were supposed to be done last week. which kind of sucks that it is only me doing the laundry, but what the hell can i do when we got my mothers' brother staying and only doing his own laundry, a 17 who is overly cranky, yknow, normal teenager bs, hes gotta do his own laundry whether he likes it or not. and a mother whose arthiritis hurts her enire body and really bad insomnia. 10 year old me would be very surprised of where i am at right now and 14 year old me would be very confused.

july 11,24 - 11:16pm - just got through washing the dishes and cleaned up a bit in the living room. finally and now i have time to clean up my room and start washing the towels, we desparately need clean towels considering how hot the weather will be this week. you know the funny thing about this? i have stopped taking my anti depressants for nearly a month now! i think i only need to take them during the winter. they seem to work better by then, which is weird to me. anyway, now that i have more trans tapes, im going to wash the towels tomorrow and have a bath by the next day. my poor room has been a mess for too long now and it has been bugging me for a couple of days. doing this will help me feel better about buying myself a new 3ds and cases for it, being more prepared about taking care of it than i did the first time around. i ended up buying another black 3ds, kinda thought i wanted a white one but i ended up changing my mind part way through the search of the new 3ds. i found one for somewhat cheap that came up to 195 plus 10 shipping which was fckn awesome! i so cant wait till they arrive now. though they wont be here till the first week of next month. i know ill be impatient about it but that is not new at all lmao im impatient with every perchase i make, i just gotta keep myself distracted till the items get here.

july 18,24 3:43am - i am planning on rearranging my room to open up the air vent in my room. since i bought the 3ds, i feel like i need to ''earn''' when it finally arrives here, but i am hoping to god that it works for me or id cry. well, not really, i'd be sad about it but wouldnt do nothing about it until i have enough money to save again to buy another 3ds. hopefully it wont come to that at any point for me. anyway, as im typing this out, i am wathcing chuggaconnroy's lets play of kirby 3ds. i heard about his recent..situation, not happy to hear it and not sure how to feel, not entirely anyway. not gonna lie, it kind of sucks and nearly ruined my day. im better now, i heard about this a week ago, so im fine. i think. i havent been able to go to sleep at a reasonable time lately and it sucks. some nights i dont go to sleep until it is literally gets really bright outside (5am or 7am), i did not think id be slowly devolping insomnia at the age of 26. though, i shouldnt be too surprised considering the fact that my whole ass family has it and possibly autism or adhd. not gonna lie, my whole family is a mess. but they are my mess, i guess. you ever feel that way? they are not the best, toxic in their own way (the older ones, not my cousins), when it some down to it, they are there for you (until they sabotage that closeness during any death) they seem to have continued the generational trauma. i hope my cousins are doing alright, some if them have a kid or two, others are single or childless, but they all have a decent job that helps them keep their apartment. so, i hope they are doing well.

by this point, i have one more journal entry to edit and double check on, and a set of papers to look for in my room. i was supposed to mail it back to the place i was getting my legal (now dead)name to my current one, it is coming up to a year so that it is my own fault on that one, considering that all i needed to do was give them the signed papers that i have right now. well, i can do that now and be a bloody adult about it instead of putting it off for tomorrow, every single day. is it weird to still feel like a teenager (16-7) at the age of 26? should i go to therapy for this? is this normal or should i be worried? does every other adult feel like this? and not just me and my friends possibly being delusional or just dramatic about it. either way, i am not entirely sure if ill find the answer or if itll be given to me. i am going to have a puff and then head to bed, it is already very late so im gonna have a puff and enjoy whatever sleep i can get. good night/day, readers!

[simmerdowndee]

windenburg years episode five part two

We’re at the boutique today! I’m excited to pick out some dresses to try on. The girls are all here! This boutique is so beautiful and has such beautiful dresses.

We get settled in, and the bridal consultant takes me back to pick out a few dresses after answering a questionnaire.

Dakota: Here’s the first one.

Chloe: It’s nice, really simple.

Laura: I am your best friend, and I know that dress is too plain for you.

Sophie: I think it looks nice, but I don’t feel it flatters you.

Juniper: Not sure about this one….

Dakota: Jeez, you guys went straight in.

I go back and try on a Cinderella inspired dress.

Laura: I love that one.

Chloe: It looks great on you!

Sophie: THAT one is very flattering, you look like a princess.

Juniper: I feel like it’s so flashy…...

Wow, she hasn’t like one dress I’ve tried on yet……

Dakota: So, this is a maybe? I’ll try on a few more.

I go back and try on a dress that I absolutely don’t care for, but it was so obnoxious I wanted to see their reaction.

Dakota: What about this?

Laura: Dakota…… sweetie.

Sophie: Um….

Chloe: Now you know damn well…...

Juniper: Hideous!

Dakota: This one was just for fun, but I’m glad you guys love it.

Laura: We’re just messin around. If you love it, we do too.

Juniper: You guys, I for one would never be seen in that.

Okay, is she here to support me or judge me like this is project runway?

I go try on one last dress, and I actually love this one….

Dakota: Last one.

Laura: Dakota, that is the one.

Chloe: You look so beautiful.

Sophie: Wow. That is, it.

Juniper: That’s the best one so far, I guess.

Oh look, someone finally has something (barely) positive to say.

Dakota: It’s settled, this one is it!

Everyone: Woohoo!

I didn’t actually look at the price tag for this dress so let me take a peek.

Dakota: Good lord, Theo will be thrilled about this price.

Laura: Is it expensive?

Dakota: Theo said get whatever makes me happy. I’m going to remind him this makes me happy….

Juniper: Theo is paying for it?

Dakota: Mhmn. My parents offered to help but he wanted to buy it.

Juniper: Maybe he should reconsider their offer…... That’s awfully expensive.

Okay, what the hell is her problem? She didn’t like any of the dresses, and now she doesn’t want her son to pay for his wife’s wedding dress…. You know what? I am going to keep calm and just ignore it. Maybe she is a little cranky…

Dakota: Ha, I’ll mention it.

I finish up with the consultant and then we get ready to go to lunch. I don’t know what has gotten into her, but she wasn’t like this the first few days……

[nakalimutang-sumpaan]

The way he knew I was depressed.

The way he was hurt bc I ignored his phone calls after he expressed that the thing I do that makes him happy is when I answer the phone.

The way he wanted to ignore me and kinda did and actually told his sister he would ignore me, but couldn’t do it bc he knows that it’s the one thing I told him he does that hurts my feelings.

The way he flat out talks to me. I love the way he talks to me, as overwhelming and direct as he can be. I’d rather have that than have us both assuming/in the dark.

I’ve always appreciated his honesty as much as it pisses me off sometimes lol.

I’d rather have that than those who lie to spare my feelings.

It’s crazy bc I know he loves me. I can’t say that about very many people. Plus, he’s been saying it often this week. Saying it out of nowhere. Texting it randomly.

And one time this week I said “Pfft I know that’s not true” and he looked so offended and said, “I literally got you watermelon bc you said you were craving it.” And a couple more things he did.

He actually knows me and remembers and pays attention to the things I say. I didn’t realize it much til today.

He also taught me how to play basketball HAHAHA. I AM NOT OVER THE FREAKING INSIDE JOKE. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE HIM MORE FOR CONSTANTLY MAKING FUN OF ME FOR IT. “THIS IS WHY I DON’T PLAY SPORTS!!!” And how he keeps describing me as Zach’s Tee 🥹 literally one of our favorite couples to watch. It’s crazy how our dynamic is like theirs and I didn’t realize til he mentioned a couple of weeks ago that I act like her. We also remind us of Aileen and Deven with the roasting and flirting. AND HOW WE LAUGH. ESP TODAY BRUH. HILARIOUS. The way we both ended up laughing and laying back simultaneously, and then I did it again except instead of laying with him, I just leaned forward so he ended up kneeing my head and said, “Omg so sorry! *kisses his hand and places it on my forehead*” lol so cute. And even when he was complaining that he didn’t have me all day, baby sis said, “Pfft yea bc you were being a butt to her all morning” “THAT’S TRUE!!! YOU WERE!!” so I simangot and got all tampo again but then he got all tampo so I said, “Jk jk I sowwie *hugs him and kisses his forehead*” I knowww for a fact we’d be best friends. I hate that the other day he said, “I thought I was your best friend?” as a joke, and his sister responded, “Please 💀” but in my head he lowkey is. He knows me better than most guys in my life. My reactions. My likes and dislikes. What I need when I’m being cranky. How I react when I’m happy/excited. Like… ugh. I just love him so so much, it’ll be the death of me.

[nervouscloudtheorist]

April 10th 2024

Dear Diary,

I decided that I woke up much too late yesterday and that as mayor that was pretty unbecoming of me. So today I decided to wake up at 6:50am. This also proved to be counter productive because nothing was open! Not even the Recycle shop. I guess that's actually called Re-Tail though. I don't remember if I mentioned that to you yet.

Anyways, waking up early proved productive for me because Isabelle introduced me to the old mayor, Tortimer. Apparently he retired last year on a tropical island. He said that I should visit sometime and told me that tomorrow he will have someone start visiting town to take me to the island if I want. He also said that the boat was big enough for 4 people so I should think about inviting my friends over but I don't have the heart to tell him I don't really have friends :(. It's okay though because he left as quickly as he arrived.

Once he was gone, Isabelle told me that we finally had the development permit and talked to me a little about what I could really do as mayor. I guess I have two options, Ordinances and Public Works Projects. Ordinances are things I can pay 20,000 bells to implement and once they are implemented they change how the town works. I am only allowed to select from a list of things because Isabelle is worried that I might be a dictator otherwise. The public works projects are the other hand are buildings that the Townspeople have asked the town to build. Those change in price. Currently there is a list for that too already but Isabelle said that it changes and updates based on the townspeople.

I thought it was strange that Isabelle thought that Ordinances would make me a dictator but public works projects would not. Like what if I just decided to do only Clay's projects, I think that would make it feel a little like a dictatorship. Or maybe that is just favoritism..I don't know. I will need to look up the definition of dictatorship.

Being up early let me roam around town with no one around because everyone was still asleep too, so I guess that is why none of the shops were open at that time. I did manage to find out what time each shop opened.

Nookling Junction : 8 am

Sable's Clothes : 10 am

Re-Tail shop : 11 am

Once I learn ordinances better, I'm going to make them change that. I can't wait until 11am to get to all the shops! I know I don't talk about this a lot but that is my nap time! And I get a little cranky when I'm up too long.

I decided to fish for a while and take an early nap while everyone was asleep so that things would open up and people would be awake. Luckily for me, it worked. It was also a really good nap.

When I work up, I met Saharah. They're apparently a rug dealer who likes to visit towns to redecorate houses. I gave them 3,000 bells to redecorate my house because between you and me Isabelle is not the best interior decorator. Saharah was so happy to have the bells that they immediately wanted to go to my house and once inside they promptly began to work.

I wasn't allowed inside while they worked and it was likely for my own safety because as soon as they began working my house started to rumble and shake. It took everything I had not to run in there and let Saharah know that I just paid off my house and to please not damage it. After a little bit, Saharah came out and let me know that the redecorating was done. I took a look inside and while it wasn't like a WOW change, it was still a nice change so I guess it wasn't all bad.

OH! Also when I was doing my daily store run around town, I ran into Sly. He didn't talk to me and instead just stared at me. I think he is still mad about the present thing. He did follow me from store to store so I am a little scared but I don't think he would actually hurt me, the mayor. Maybe I should get like police in town though just to be safe.

I decided that the main street shops were just not for me today and went to the RV park too see who was there. For the first time I met a Turkey. His name is Franklin and everything he had was Thanksgiving theme but his furniture was a little meh for my taste and it's not just because I had my house redecorated! It was just too purple for my taste, so I left without buying anything.

Being a mayor doesn't really do much for the day to day work but I do have a lot of time to fish and look for bugs which is neat because mom always said that I could never do that for a living but look at me now!

And besides, I did do a quick look over of the public works projects that everyone suggested but honestly they are all kind of bland. I wonder what I have to do to spice it up a little. Be better friends with people? But what if they all have like...really bad ideas? I don't know the people here that well but I do worry that they would want like...wave breakers all over...

I should really consider looking more in-depth over the ordinances I want. Oh I should tell you about that because I kind of glossed over it in the beginning huh.

Well according to Isabelle's list there is only 4 ordinances I can really do. The Beautiful Town Ordinance, the Early Bird Ordinance, The Night Owl Ordinance, and the Bell Boom Ordinance.

According to Isabelle the beautiful town ordinance will make sure that the town stays beautiful because everyone will be gardening and taking care of the flowers and weeds for me. This would be really cool if I didn't get into gardening during my free time already. Also there isn't a lot of stuff for me to do as mayor so it would really be taking away things for me to do.

The Early Bird Ordinance will make all the shops open up earlier because I will have dictated that the must change their sleep schedules. The Night Owl Ordinance will do the opposite and make everyone stay up late. I feel like these two feel less like a town Ordinance and more like a king's ruling but okay.

The bell Boom allows me to sell things for more money but also makes it so the stores sell stuff for higher prices. This doesn't really do well for my wallet at the moment because I can barely afford things as it is so I 'm not sure if I will do this one either.

So yeah, there's a lot of things for me to think about as mayor but honestly I have all day to think it over and there is no pressure to enact any of them so I will just think it over a bit more before making a decision.

Anyways thanks for listening to me, I'll talk to you later! There are fish to catch!

-Finn

[periru3]

So today I went into work and was like I am in the midst of a depressive episode. I am working with two new hires I haven't worked with before. I twisted my bad ankle the other day and it's been killing me for like a week now. It is an unseasonably warm Friday night (I serve ice cream) and there seems to be a festival happening outside our door that nobody warned me about. It will be a miracle if I make it through all 8 hours of my shift without being a raging bitch to anyone.

And you know what? I think I was doing okay. Being depressed doesn't really impact how good I am with customers like 96% of the time, so it being stupidly busy kind of helped actually. It meant there wasn't downtime where I would have to make small talk with my new co-workers as though I could think of anything other than lying down on the floor and giving up. So everything was fine.

Until 10:57 when this woman comes in and is SO cranky because we don't have dipped waffle bowls, a thing we have never carried at this location, and I'm like we have dipped cones, so she gets one of those, and she gets a large and then after I've scooped the large into the cone she's like "and I want hot caramel and peanut butter sauce" so I have to tell her we just ran out of peanut butter sauce and she is NOT HAPPY and I'm like ma'am it's been a long day and we close in 1 minute some things have run out that I haven't had a second to deal with I'm sorry but also take a chill pill. So I go to put the hot caramel on and am really stupid in this moment because I KNOW there is no way to put hot caramel on a large ice cream in a dipped waffle. There's nowhere for the caramel to go. But at this point I've already pissed her off so much I just can't bear to say no to one more request. which is stupid cause it's not like she's going to be any happier with a handful of hot caramel. But I try to put it on the ice cream and after I do she's like "and walnuts" and I'm like "I'm so sorry, do you mind if I put this in a cup with the cone on top, all these toppings are going to fall off" and she is UNHAPPY and I get why, it was stupid of me to even try to put the caramel on, but I'm clearly doing my best to fix it, and in the amount of time she spends being cranky about my idiocy, it's far too late and I am just covered all the way down my forearm with hot caramel. it's a disaster. anyway I got it into a cup and managed to squeeze some walnuts in there and it was a mess and I didn't charge for the toppings because I felt bad that every aspect of this transaction was clearly such a major disappointment for her and I JUST wanted to end this nightmare interaction on a positive note. But then as I'm ringing her up she says to her husband "I'm surprised Carl isn't here."

And then, my friends, Carl got there.

It is at this point 2 minutes past closing time, but I hadn't been able to lock the door. And I truly am like what harm is one more customer and also I'm unwilling to kick this angry woman's friend out and incur further wrath.

But Carl is one of those guys. You know, the guys who are like "I'm going to refuse to have a normal customer interaction with you. Everything I say will be jokes. We are best friends. Why don't you think I'm funny. Humor me or I will never order my fucking ice cream. Maybe I'll say something self-aware about how much you clearly hate how hard I'm making this, but it's a joke and I have no intentions of stopping being this way." He wasn't even the first one of those guys we'd had tonight. There was a guy like that a half hour earlier who I wasn't helping. But that guy at least also ordered his ice cream like a normal person after not too much hassle, even if he kept joking the whole time.

CARL ON THE OTHER HAND comes in and is like "SO! Whatcha got?" and I'm like "ice cream! :)" and he's like "I know that. It's an ice cream store. Whatcha got?" and I'm like "... ice cream. our menu is right here." and he just generally continues to be a lot and is so loud and is making jokes and is NOT. MAKING. ANY. PROGRESS. TOWARDS. ORDERING. and eventually he's like "WHATCHA GOT?" And I at this point am losing it and am like "ICE. CREAM. WE HAVE SMALL AND LARGE" and then this guy looks me up and down and is like "I can see that."

FLAMES. FLAMES ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE.

But I stay chill. I'm like "what can I get for you?" (for the third or fourth time at this point). And he gives some stupid joke of a non-answer. And at some point starts also addressing my co-worker, who also just wants to go home. And at some point he asks her what we have and she's also like "Ice cream" and he is like "I know you have ice cream" and I'm like WHEN DOES THIS ENDLESS CONVERSATIONAL LOOP END and my co-worker is like "we have small and large" and he is like "I told her I can see that! Small" *points at my skinny co-worker* "and large" *points to me*

After that point it's all a blur of rage. I know he said something about liking large. I know he referred to himself as extra large. I know he said some other stuff that was all jokey and ice cream metaphory and hard to track whether it was actually gross or just stupid. My co-workers at no point caught onto the fact that he was talking about our weight, which is WILD to me because it was NOT subtle. Anyway somehow we eventually got him to order and he left and at that point five more people had come in because people kept managing to get in before I could get the damn door locked. So I helped four more people while seething with rage and then voiced how mad I was to my co-workers as soon as I got the door locked and they were both like "OH that's what he was saying. I could not make sense of any of it" and I'm like "he pointed to you and said small and then to me and said large. It was extremely explicit"

Anyway I just really need to practice saying out loud "I don't serve ice cream to people who think it's ever appropriate to comment on a stranger's body"

[vaginachronicles]

I feel so, completely, tired. And it’s not just because a wood beam fell on top of my head yesterday morning. As hard as it hit, and it was a solid crack at it, I almost wish it would have hit harder. Hit hard enough to do a factory reset.

I almost made it through January without going to the emergency room. Almost.

I am feeling a bit spaced out today, but mostly just agitated. More irritable than I have been in a very long time. It took getitng out of bed this morning to realize that I was truly out of my mind yesterday. I left my wallet at the cafe I went to get food from after being discharged from the hospital. I left my jacket with my debit card in it at my boyfriend’s house, after going there specifically to retrieve it. I just tried to use “their” instead of “there”, so I guess the aftereffects linger. I had no idea aftereffects was one word. Even with a damaged brain, I guess you learn something new every day. 

I realize I haven’t put into words “my boyfriend” until now. It doesn’t help with how I am feeling today, unsure. I can’t tell if it’s the blow to the head and the resulting crankiness, or if that’s just truly how I feel. I thought I was happy. This seemed, more than any other since I met my ex, to be the “right” type of one. It was easy, it was natural. He has assimilated into the rhythm of my life seamlessly. He is not my ex, though there are aspects that remind me of him, but not the bad parts. For the most part, he is attractive, kind, understanding to a point of being disarming, affectionate, considerate, and humble. He’s the first person I have dated in a long time who hasn’t made me feel objectified or boxed into the parameters of needing to be exhaustingly feminine. He doesn’t say I have a great ass or that I am sexy, he doesn’t call me babe or baby. But he says he is attracted to me, and in a simple way that makes me feel more like a whole person than a sum of parts. 

So why since I took a giant crack to my head yesterday am I missing the one that came before him? 

With P, there will always be nostalgia. After all, we met as teenagers and back when I was 15 there was a period of time where it felt like he was at the center of everything. However, he had rejected me for my best friend, who had been the one to encourage me to be interested in him initially. The moment she realized it was actually materializing, she decided she wanted it for herself. I remember seeing him around, passing by in school hallways. I remember the way his brown hair fell in his face and the way his arms looked holding his tromone. More than anything I remember the way he looked at me, always with a glean of regret, even moreso after she cheated on him with his best friend. I didn’t see him or her much after that. And then 18 years passed.

I didn’t expect to still be here 18 years later. I’ll say that I am glad I got out of my “hometown”, which is really only the other side of the same city. Truth is, I didn’t really go anywhere, but it feels like I have always been outrunning that place. I didn’t stay in touch with anyone I grew up with, I think part of me didn’t want to. It all felt like webs, and the more of them there were, the more stuck you felt. I wanted to think I had grown bigger than that place, bigger than the girl who felt like her life was over before it had even started. I’m not even sure how I ended up where I am, honestly. Dumb luck. Pretty privilege. Hard work. Chance. I don’t have much to show for myself, but I definitely have more than I should based on the circumstances. 

I don’t know why I wanted to reconnect with P. I guess I remember the eyes and the arms and the hair, and the way it all made me feel. Something innocent, something lost. Something familiar. Back in November, I reached out to him just to satisfy curiosity. He was hardly changed in some aspects...still charming, obnoxiously so. Still funny. But in a lot of ways, significant ways, he had changed. It was those things of significance that made me want to see him. 

We met at a bar one night and things went too fast from there. That was mostly my fault, the nostalgia was more intoxicating than the alcohol. His schedule was hectic...a household of three teenagers does that. I could see him one night a week, two at most, usually fairly late when I had started growing tired. At first, I enjoyed it. He made me feel like that girl that I thought I was trying to run from. I didn’t realize that I missed her. 

But P, a lot of times, felt like too much. He knew what he wanted and he wanted it right away. I’ve never had that consistency of feeling. Despite all the trauma he’d been through, and his severely outweighed my own, he grasped at the future with this optimism that could be irritating for someone who has settled into realism. We started hanging out right before the holidays, and to say he was infected with the proverbial “holiday spirit” is an understatement. He was convinced he could be the lead actor in the hallmark movie of my life, able to change my mind about the magic of the season and to make me shirk off my cynicism permanently. He either didn’t understand or couldn’t see how deeply rooted it truly was. Sometimes it felt like he just couldn’t see me at all. He saw that I was pretty. He saw that I was nice. He saw that I had a great ass, and I was fun to sleep with. He saw some form of purity that wasn’t actually there. He saw the girl he thought I was when we were fifteen and other girl broke his heart. For 18 years, he carried this idea of me being the “other” girl to all the girls that hurt him. The one that wouldn’t make the same mistakes. The one that was perfect. The one that would give him everything he ever wanted. It was impossible to live up to, and I could feel the ticks of the clock counting down until I fucked everything up and made everything worse for him when he realized the truth. I wasn’t different. 

So I did what I am good at. I ran for my life. Told him that I had things to figure out, which I guess wasn’t entirely wrong, but it wasn’t entirely right either. I thought I was running towards being alone and staying alone and enjoying being alone for a very, very long time. Alone, I could be in peace. Alone, me and all my fucked up parts wouldn’t be responsible for the well-being of someone else. Detached, free. Lonely, but at ease. 

I didn’t expect B. B just happened to pop out quite literally immediately following P, and at the time B felt like the solution. Where P and I had absolutely nothing in common except our childhood nostalgia, B and I had everything in common. Like, literally almost everything. I wouldn’t have to change anything. I could continue doing exactly the same things, but have a person there at the same time. It seemed like the perfect situation, and a reassurance that running from P was the right decision. 

Was it though? I miss P’s laugh and his stupid jokes. God he was so full of the absolute worst dad jokes. He wore these dumb tight skinny jeans with tears in them and he was older than me, because people from my hometown are always a few years behind. Whenever he wore them, he stood with his legs apart in a weird way. But he smelled great. He’d leave a shirt behind with his scent on it, but now the scents are all gone. His eyes hadn’t changed in 18 years, or the way they looked at me. His shit eating grin had not changed either. He always insisted on holding me, and he always insisted on helping even when I was practically yelling at him not to. Like trying to convince met to let him drive in a blizzard just to take me to the pharmacy. He snored like a freight train and I lost sleep because of it, and his body was built like a furnace where mine is practically an ice box. He huffed at me a lot, in playful frustration. I enjoyed frustrating him, playfully. He wasn’t afraid to bite back at me. The more I right this, the more it starts to hurt that I actually miss him a lot, and I shouldn’t feel this way, because I have a real boyfriend now who is great. There were a lot of reasons why me an P were probably not going to work out, more reasons than there were that we potentially would. I just wonder if I ran because I was being reasonable or ran because I was scared. I’m not sure right now i want to know the answer. 

[tomtenadia]

adopting a pet for rowaelin!

Thanks for the prompt. I actually wrote this on my lunch break today. I noticed the ask and I already knew what to write.

800 words and a lot of fluff.

Dogs and Hawks

It was a Saturday morning and instead of enjoying being off work Rowan had been dragged by his wife to a pet shelter. He had tried to protest but soon realised that winning a fight against a six months pregnant woman was hopeless, so he caved. 

And now here they were, at the entrance of the building, Aelin beaming with excitement.

The type of pet they agreed upon adopting had been another sore point. Aelin wanted a dog, Rowan wanted peace.

“Your daughter and I want a puppy to cuddle” she had told him while stroking her swollen belly.

Yes, she had quickly discovered that if she used the excuse that their daughter wanted something too, Rowan could not resist. He was a simp for his wife and their unborn daughter. His sneaky wife  knew that he’d do anything for his two girls.

A deep sigh left him “we can have a hamster or a rabbit”

Aelin poured “you can’t play with them.”

“Sure you can, fireheart”

His wife placed her hands on her hips ready to give him a row “Rowan Whitethorn-Galathynius stop being a cry baby. How am I supposed to go for a walk with a rabbit?”

“On a leash?” He replied deadpanned.

Aelin grumbled something and started marching to the entrance. As they got in the sounds of animal was almost overwhelming.

“Ohhhh look at all these poor dogs, I wish I could take you all home.” Aelin petted the head of a dark puppy and the animal licked her hand and she squealed.

Rowan followed behind, crouched near a cage and looked the dog in the eyes “ I prefer cats” then with a smug face stood and strutted away, joining his wife once more. 

Hand in hand they started walking but Aelin was so excited and stopped at every single cage to play and pet the dogs.

Half an hour later she still hadn’t decided. Not too shaggy, not too big, not too small, just like Goldilocks porridge, it had to be perfect. So Rowan endured. He offered opinions but Aelin had her own ideas. Eventually a staff member joined them.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes, I want to adopt a dog but I can’t decide.”

“Do you have any ideas?”

The two women started talking and Rowan just stood and held Aelin’s bag, completely forgotten.

“Do you have hawks?” He asked with a straight face.

The two women slowly turned their heads toward him. Aelin glared. The assistant just looked at him as if he was mad

“Excuse me?”

Rowan huffed a puff “hawks, they fly, they are quite majestic.” He even waved his arms to imitate the flying.

“Uhm, no sir, we don’t sell hawks.”

Rowan tsked disappointed “discrimination towards birds of prey?”

Aelin laughed nervously “you need to excuse my husband. He gets cranky if he misses his coffee.”

A loud snort left Rowan but the two women went back ignoring him.

An hour later they reached a section with puppies. Aelin had asked to see all the dogs and the shelter assistant had been super happy to indulge. 

Rowan was not prepared for the loud squeal from his wife. She was standing in front of a cage with a tiny Labrador with a light brown fur. Rowan admitted that the small animal was somehow cute. 

“This is Fleetfoot. Her mum died and was found by a couple who brought her in. She is not even one.”

Aelin started sobbing “sorry, hormones,”

Rowan passed her a tissues “we can give her a home, fireheart.”

The smile that his wife gave him was the most amazing thing he could ask for.

The assistant opened the cage and grabbed the puppy to pass her to Aelin. As soon as it was in her arms it licked her face and Aelin laughed in delight.

Rowan smiled fondly and watched Aelin play with the animal. 

“Oh, you are the cutest thing ever,” she kissed the dogs head and the animal kept licking her face in happiness “Are we going to make your grumpy dad smile?

“You can stay here, I will just go and grab the adoption papers.”

Aelin moved closer to Rowan and he made an effort to pat the puppy “I still think that not having hawks is discrimination.”

“Fine big boy, on the way home we can stop at the toy shop and get you a stuffed one.”

“Hm.”

Aelin ignored his antics “See? Our daughter likes it already, she is kicking hard,” her hand brushed her belly and in that instant Rowan smiled.

“Little traitor.”

The assistant eventually came back with all the papers and Aelin dragged Rowan to the pet shop next door to buy all they needed for their new friend.

It was a few hours later when they got back Aelin with Fleetfoot and Rowan with the stuffed white-tailed hawk.

[baroquebucky]

one and only

a/n: hi guys !! this one shot is inspired by this song by cuco ! I hope u all enjoy,, I went overboard again,, pls tell me what u think :] lyrics are in bold !

in which bucky slowly but surely falls for you

word count: 1.9k

masterlist

I hope that you wanna get to know me

Bucky smiled at you from across the coffee shop, both of you stealing glances at each other for the past hour. Finally mustering up some courage and walking to your booth.

"hi" he had breathed out, a smile on his face as you looked at him with wide eyes, a smile quickly breaking across your face.

"hi" you smiled, extending your hand out for him to shake, "y/n."

Bucky shook your hand quickly, pink dusting his cheeks, "I'm bucky."

"do you wanna sit? I can move some stuff so you have some room" you spoke quickly, fumbling as you moved all your homework and notebooks to the side, stacking them on top of each other.

Bucky slid into the booth with a soft smile, quickly striking up a conversation, flirting with you the whole time.

"I have to go soon" you frowned, putting all your stuff away as bucky got up from the booth. He held a hand out, helping you up and paying for both of your drinks and snacks.

"I had a really nice time" bucky flashed you a smile, your ears heating up.

"I- uh yeah I did too" you replied, looking at your feet as the two of you walked out of the coffee shop.

The two of you exchanged numbers, a bashful grin on both of your faces as you parted ways.

"text me when you get home" you had told him out of habit, blushing when you realized you had only met him today.

"I mean you don't have to" you added, fumbling with the string on your backpack.

"only if you do the same" he replied, a smirk on his face as your mouth formed an 'o' shape.

Bucky had texted you first, making your heart flutter. exchanging a few texts that night, bucky decided to get real brave.

I hope we can hang out again soon :)

And sure enough you did, meeting up at his favorite coffee shop only three days later. Getting to know each others interests.

As time passed you and bucky became closer, getting lunch together, texting each other often, having late phone calls almost everyday.

baby hit me up if you get lonely

You and bucky never really opened up to each other, even after one month of your little coffee and lunch dates. And so there you were, staring at your bedroom ceiling with an empty heart, dried tears on your face.

Your phone vibrated next to you, lighting up the room. You let it ring, not having enough energy to pick it up.

Bucky grew worried, you never just left him hanging like that, you always replied with why you didnt pick up within minutes. It had been an hour already.

everything okay ?

your phone buzzed and you looked over, seeing his missed call and texts. Sighing you replied, not wanting to bother him.

yea, just tired

Bucky frowned, his stomach twisting as he read your reply. Thinking for a moment before he texted you once again.

im here if you need me or need anything

Your bottom lip quivered, fresh tears streaming down your face.

do you think you can come over

your heart was heavy, you were stressed, tired and you wanted someone to tell you it was gonna be okay, instead you were alone in the dark, in an empty apartment with only the sounds of the city keeping you company.

on my way

Bucky was sweet. Bucky was caring and he was everything good in the world. Listening to you as you cried, dumping all your worries out into the air, rubbing your back and handing you tissues, getting you water.

He listened, he reassured you and he helped you through it, never being pushy and always reminding you that you were strong enough to get through it.

"and if im not?" you had whispered, looking at the floor with teary eyes.

"then im here to fight for you."

I know im not confused, my feelings here are true

Bucky opened up to you a few nights later, after ignoring your texts all day you showed up at his apartment, snacks in one hand and coffee in the other.

You listened to him vent, letting out all he had bottled up, all his guilt, his regret, his pain, everything.

You didnt judge him, you just got up, sat closer to him and hugged him, holding him tightly. Bucky relaxed in your arms, burying his face in your shoulder and letting himself cry, allowing himself to be vulnerable for once.

You woke up in each others arms the next morning, blushing when you both realized.

Bucky was red, you were about to start sweating, telling him you were gonna head home and would text him when you arrived.

After that he found himself more nervous around you, butterflies when he saw you. For the first time in decades he found himself styling his hair more and putting effort into his outfits.

on gloomy days like these wishing you were next to me

You sat on your couch alone, rain hitting your window steadily. You sent a text to bucky, asking him when he would be back from a mission he got dragged along. He replied quicker than you expected, your heart beating a little faster.

just a couple more days :)

okay hurry back safe I miss u :/

Bucky choked on his own spit at your text, Sam looking at him as if he was insane. Bucky ignored him, replying to your message

I miss you too dollface

You read the text over, squealing and jumping around at the pet name, face hot and stomach fluttering.

when im feeling puzzled, you put me back together

Bucky frowned, barely listening to you explaining a documentary you watched the other day.

"buck?" you asked, setting down your phone and looking at the super soldier, worry in your eyes.

"sorry I- what about the jungle?" he questioned, trying to push away his thoughts.

"talk to me James" you pleaded, hands moving to hold his own.

A few moments passed, quiet as bucky gathered his thoughts, tears welling in his eyes before he blinked them away and began talking.

"what if a part of him is still there? what if im not who Steve thought I was? what if im not what people want me to be?" bucky looked at you, teary eyed and broken.

"you're free bucky" you told him, scooting closer to him and he nodded.

"Steve would be proud of you, I mean look at you, you have a furnished apartment, you have friends, you're working with sam, you're building your life" you spoke, smiling at him.

"you shouldn't care what others want you to be, be who you want to be. Be who you are now" you squeezed his hands, letting him gather his thought as you stopped talking.

"am I good?" he mumbled, a small frown on his face.

"you are" you replied without hesitation.

"you like me as who I am now?" you nodded.

"me too" he smiled, leaning his head on your shoulder, your fingers brushing through his hair.

I wanna be your one and only

Bucky finally introduced you to sam, you were excited, having heard so much about him.

"what if he hates me" you worried, stopping in your tracks as you paced buckys living room.

"he'll love you doll" bucky reassured you, a knock at the door making your heart thump in your ribcage as you waited for bucky to open it.

And love you Sam did, talking your ear off and chatting with you all night. You struggled to catch your breath between his jokes, stomach hurting as he continued.

bucky hated it. only he had made you laugh that hard, the crinkles by your eyes were reserved for him and his bad jokes. bucky got up quietly and went to grab a cup of water, sam quickly excusing himself and following him into his kitchen.

"you are down bad" sam laughed and bucky rolled his eyes at him, gulping down his water, setting the cup down, eyes softening as he saw you on his couch, replying to some texts.

"you should ask her out soon, or else I will" sam teased, knowing it would push the super soldiers button.

"sam is actually leaving right now!" bucky smiled, sam rolled his eyes before playing along.

"aw, it was just getting good" you smiled, getting up and going to give sam a hug, wishing him a good night before he left.

You and bucky sat on the couch, the sounds from the movie filling the room.

"green isn't your color" you smirked, bucks eyes went wide.

"what?" he questioned, heart racing.

"cmon im not stupid, you were cranky the whole time sam was cracking jokes" you shrugged your shoulders, eyeing bucky.

Bucky was quiet, Sams words ringing in his ears.

"I like you y/n and I've liked you for a while and I-" he stopped himself, not wanting to say something he would regret. You let him think, heartbeat ringing in your ears as his confession rattled around in your brain.

"I want to be the one making you laugh, I want to spend rainy days with you and I want to go to the park with you on sunny days" bucky spoke, looking at you.

"I wanna be your one and only" bucky ended, eyes searching your face as he finished, worried about what you were thinking.

You had the biggest smile on your face, fidgeting with your fingers. Looking up your eyes met his blue ones, stomach in knots and heart skipping a beat.

"ask me then" you stated, never breaking eye contact.

"will you be mine y/n?" he spoke, voice trembling, he fidgeted with his fingers.

"of course" you replied, crashing your lips onto his, smiling into the kiss, breaking out into giggles when he pulled away and peppered kisses all over your face.

and if never is forever, then lets always be together

Sam pat bucky on the back, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Steve would be so happy for you" he whispered to him, a smile breaking onto his face, nodding to sam and looking up.

The whole team was there, sam standing behind him as his best man, your family with bright faces as the music began and everyone looked back.

The doors opened and it felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. His mouth fell open at the sight of you. His cheeks hurt from smiling so hard but he didn't care, tears falling from his face as you smiled brightly at him.

You spent the whole ceremony the same way you had met. Stealing glances at each other and blushing deeply when you caught each other, holding back giggles and brushing it off as clearing your throat.

You were marrying the light of your life, the person who was there for you when you couldn't see the light, the one who always supported you and fought for you when you couldn't. Helping you grow into the person you wanted to become.

He was marrying the light of his life, the person who was his sun during his worst times, shining brightly for him and picking him up when he was upset. Helping him become the person he was meant to be.

[bomberqueen17]

back home

got back to buffalo in time for it to start snowing. accumulation around an inch out there. great. thanks. happy spring.

have horrible menstrual cramps. was woken by the pain the night before last, woke up to an ao3 comment in my inbox, and some miracle stayed my hand-- i was like oh reading that would make me feel better, and then some little mental gremlin was like no don’t do it what if it’s mean, and so i did not read it and went back to sleep and thank heavens, when i finally woke enough to read it, it was an entire comment about... i’m not sure, i had assumed they were asking me to tag better, but as i puzzled through i’ve realized they just don’t like that i mentioned a canon aspect of a character and felt i should have either elided or altered that detail, which again is a canon bit of that character, so I’m left rather confused and frankly a bit cranky about that. like if y’all want me to tag for something I will, but I’m not going to not mention a thing????? or like. only mention it to these heretofore unguessable standards?????? so buckle up I may have another Canon Explainer post later-- I do realize a lot of people read my shit without super knowing the canon sources and I am trying not to wind up putting out a skewed idea of what’s actually in canon vs what I’ve made up and that’s an uphill struggle and the solution is More Essays, whee.

anyway. also yes i do realize i missed another Friday update, and it’ll be Monday instead probably, except. heh.

so a  couple weeks ago it was mentioned to Dude that he might be selected to go to California for a work thing, and he was like oh it won’t be me going i’m not worried, and then he failed to check his fucking work email about it and in fact is leaving at 5am Monday morning for the week, and so we had to abruptly pack up and leave the farm and then I had to scramble yesterday immediately following our six-hour drive home to do a week and a half of travel laundry so it has time to dry so he can pack today, and then I have to take him to the airport and then I’m on my own for this week. So.

anyway I’m feeling stressed and distressed and I’m in a lot of pain and am quite exhausted and I really don’t need someone arguing that their personal trauma means I should change how I tell stories. Like, I have sympathy, but also, that is not something I can either anticipate or accomodate.

Also like. most of my adult coping methods that let me fake competence in this world are built on a framework of Dude being really into habits and routines, so I will probably not sleep or eat while he is gone, and I am grimly not looking forward to that. He’s like.... you leave me alone all the time and i’m like yes, and i leave you and go to a house full of my family where they tell me what to do and regularly feed me, so. We’ll see how I do. If anyone wants to drop off a casserole so I don’t starve... ha i’ll probably compulsively save it and starve anyway. (I literally have a casserole in the freezer right now and i was just talking myself out of defrosting it.)

also i have to unpack everything from my vacation, and my supervisor is going on vacation this upcoming week too and so not only will i have all my stuff waiting for me to do but i will also have to do his, and i had no notice of that either, so i’m just really. like i’m Pre-Tired for this coming week. 😭

so anyway the monday update is like-- i have a bunch of stuff written but one thing is going to need like a new work created and title and tags and summary and now i’m just in this pile of Doubt, maybe I don’t know how to tag things properly, maybe this is more complicated than i thought, and I’m so tired and I’m working very hard to be polite but I’m also so fucking tired.

[stickers-on-a-laptop]

ep 47: jesus christ this was funny

ep 47

oh my god we're so close to the end huh

also my cat demanded pets before i could watch this, but like not where it'd be easy for me, no, she went up to my sister's bed and demanded to be pet there

right the op powers of overpowered

hot lady alert

SCREAMING AT SONOSHI AND THE LITTLE CARPET OF DISINFECTING

ew ew ew bro

DO NOT DO THAT AT ME I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH I LIKE YOU GET CHANGERIONED

KAITO! this is so funny omg

tsuyoshi and tsubasa in the back help

no jirou :(

this just sounds like a marriage ceremony help

AND THEN HE KISSED TAROU ON THE LIPS

kaito looks so done

shinichi will give this applause, he guesses

SONOZA

well tsuyoshi ain't happy

I LOVE HARUKA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i didn't even notice the microphones this is so fucking funny

SONOZA ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS

i mean yeah but like also don't think that near tarou sonoi he'll get jealous

SHINICHI NEEDS TO KNOW

i hate you fjdsiofsdjiofjsiofsdiofsjio

everyone kick this man's ass! >we just aren't gonna know i bet. kaito is kaito

KILL HIM PLEASE

mustard to turn you normal? TRY THAT ON MIHO

shinichi was like "tf okay"

the ring of forgiveness is just. such. plot.

DO NOT TORTURE THE MAN LORD Y'ALL WILL REGRET IT

SEE! HE'S MAD! 5 FEET 5 INCHES OF PINK ANGER!!!

this is a THREAT

tsubasa. stfu.

sononi you too

KILL THEM ALL TSUYOSHI

right we did forget that tarou can't lie uh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

kill them all anyways

THAT IS SO MEAN BUT SO FUNNY

how hot would it be to be in the juuto suit and then a brides dress

why make him look like that

Y'ALL ARE SO MEAN FJDISOAJFIDSOFJSDIOAFJIO

HI JIN THE SHOW REMEMBERED YOU EXIST I GUESS

sonoshi please

they do NOT LIKE SONOSHI EITHER PLEASE

of course it's not a problem rn fjsiodjfsodifjsdoifjisodfjsdiofsjiodfijo

getting back on topic? with the donbros?

"which means you fell in love with my son"

why is sonoi standing like chase

"damn. you're THAT gay? alright here"

i hate it here i hate it here i hate it here fjsdiofjsdoifjisodfjidosio GOD of course he has a button!

WUT

KILL HIM

shinichi you know you want to kill kaito do it

i dunno what tea this is but shinichi is INSULTED

no one let the donbros meet kiriya. or yuuto. or any americans.

THAT OK SIGN MADE ME LAUGH OUT LOUD TF IS THAT

NOW you remember jirou

"one second. why didn't i get a nouto. the hell."

damn sonogo he's just talkin! lord

so we put enough feminism into haruka and mentioned miho and sononi is talking about not men! time to make sonogo a vain bitch

SO THEY ALL HATE EACH OTHER LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THEY ARE THE MEAN GIRLS!

i really hope they say that again!!

shinichi has brain cells

SHINICHI TAROU IS GAY. DID YOU FORGET THAT AGAIN.

shinichi has a kill list today

SONOZA TRYING TO SWAY IT

at least he's admitting he's cranky

JIN PLEASE 4TH WALL BREAKING MUCH?

imagine if haruka WAS the last boss?????? fjsdiofjdsiofdsjioafjiosfdjiofsida Y'ALL ARE GETTING SMOKED

hell yeah be rude shinichi

do not bow to kaito

who cares not me

I SAID I DO NOT CARE

sigh

can we get back to like miho actually

SONONI I AM SORRY YOU GOT WRITTEN LIKE THIS

GAH

this is so weird and bizarre and STOP IT!!

why is this an ability she has now and how do we never let it happen again what the fuck remember when she was popcorn about this and it was really funny and now it's just so annoying

you can't have this both ways!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you can't have tsubasa being all in love with natsumi and then whatever the fuck this is with sononi i refuse

I AGREE TSUYOSHI

haruka is so normal, grabbing that microphone to make an inside comment i love her!!!!!!!!!

"RESERVE SQUAD. EW. COOTIES."

i love shinichi SO FUCKING MUCH

nah let sonoza and shinichi fight i think it'd be funny

PLEASE

sononi pls!

THIS FOOL AGAIN

SHE IS 18.

tarou shut the fuck up

THE GAYS ARE FIGHTINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

what the fuck please don't do that again

PLEASE FJSIODJSIDOFJIOFJISDOFJDSIOFIOAIJOF THE OTHER NOUTO COMING IN

send help

two monsters of the week

SHINICHI UP THE TREE

tsuyoshi is me

and then rule of 10

THERE IS LIKE 30 SECONDS LEFT JESUS

when a 2 foot plastic doll has more emotion than the cgi monstrosity

2 blues??????????

jirou next ep yay

DONBROS LIVEBLOG, AS COPY/PASTED FROM MY DISCORD

i did this like i was talking to my friend, so this is the "being friends with stickers' when she's watching something" experience

i think i'll put more thoughts in the tags, but don't count on it for every ep lmao

ep 1

21 years ago is 2001 sounds fake to me

wait i've seen this man--kao dake sensei

not even 20 seconds in and i get interrupted ;-;

moses, peach style (yes i know that's the story of mamotaro it's just that i'm jewish)

oh okay even the logo is rainbow for this one

dabbing in the year of our lord 2022

i have not seen miss silver girl anywhere ever who is that

five way back to back? oh this is going to be AWESOME

hello miss haruka i see TONS on you

fangire?

a kamen rider?

hello mr blue guy that gets shipped with the red

oi no nails on the chalkboard

a BOYFRIEND???

sorry mr boyfriend i do not remember you in zettai bl at all

she becomes a hero because of a spam ad nice

ATTACK OF THE KILLER SUNGLASSES

isn't this colorful??

hello kaito but i think without the adhd

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

gun!

cubes like zyuohger

okay mr red

bonds again? this IS zyuohger, go meet yamato

this guy is yamato 2.0

isn't that lily/the fourze teacher?

why translate mama as mommy what is the point of that

MORE CUBES AGAIN

i'm guessing this is the fourze school?

hell yeah ask and you shall receive

pfffffffffffffft thinking that mr blue man would be tarou

i like that this chooses when you're gonna fight

FJDSIOFJSIOFJDSIOAJOIA HE JUST KICKS HER OUT OF THE WAY

glasses and then glasses

mom i am watching donbrothers not thinking about how the trains and busses work in this damn country

pink dude

man cgi battles just annoy me like i am SURE i'll like this series but damn cgi battles are for the crossover movies and that's IT

FJDSIOFJSDIOFJDSIOAFJDSIOAFAIO I WANT DANCING LADIES TO ANNOUNCE MY PRESENCE AS I'M ON A MOTORCYCLE

"this one? no. no thanks"

kamen rider sentai

oh the first battle of these two let's go

reverse storm trooper aim

toei this is so much rainbow

man i have to remember zenkaiger gears? good thing i watched it

if you do a zenaki gattai and put "yo" imma "yo ho hoi"

kamen rider kick

is there no dancing song at the end AGAIN???