#i can has unsee plz?

[apebellica]

Last night I finally watched I saw the TV glow and, in a very short amount of time, It has become one of those movies that makes me both want to rewatch It over and over again and simultaneously pill my skin off. This movie has quikly became one of my favorites, hands down. But! It's so intense and terrifying and dense that I think I need time to fully digest it.

Right now I can only say that I have never seen something like this (ok, maybe yes if we count We are all going to the world's fair, Jane Schoenbrun's first film), I never consumed a media SO damn dysphoric. You can feel it, clearly. It's in the cinematography, in the script, in the lighting, this sense of incongruity, this feeling of "there's something wrong, something doesn't add up, life shouldn't be this way". It's insane how a viewing like that satisfied a deep desire inside of me and incredibly shook me at the same time. Themes such as isolation, nostalgia, escapism, dissociation and the fear of not being able to distinguish what is truly real are brought to the screen with an imagery so extraordinarily beautiful in all its horror that I really don't know what to say other than ... wow. The more I think about it, the more I feel understood by this film. It's a strangely thrilling and exhilarating experience. This movie, among other things, like I said erlier in this post, is about dysphoria. The type of dysphoria we feel pre coming out (to ourself and to others), before realising this is why we feel this way, before accepting it and before deciding what we want to do in terms of transizioning.

I think the final scene, above all, while extremely disturbing, is a perfect representation of that realization: it pictures the panic, the fear associated with it. The protagonist sees something they cannot unsee and, at this point, you can never look back.

Don't mistake me, being trans, being non-binary is beautiful (I absolutely don't want to be cis) but sometimes it feels like that, like in that final scene, when you can't breathe and all you want is to scream. When you feel distant from other people, not understood and, all you want to do, is to open yourself up.

So yeah... This are my 2.00 AM toughts on I saw the TV glow.

The only thing I can say right now is that I need to rewatch this movie multiple times.

Aaaaand if you have toughts on this movie or you want to discuss It let me know!

PS: plz forgive me if the english is weird, It's not my first language O⁠_⁠o

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

I’m watching the Bourne movies the past 3 days ever since I saw Luke Newton do that skit for Jimmy fallon where he’s hiding and running away and now I can’t unsee him playing a character like this he would eat so hard the way he ate that skit up imagine him doing a spy franchise movies like that one bc as I’m watching the movies right now all I can see is Luke doing it just with his accent plz I need that to happen plz someone write a script british ver of Bourne spy movies and cast Luke plz I’m begging even has the iconic action hero run cough remember Colin run after the carriage it’s😘

[pinkbowsandprettyprose]

So I was doodling Quiche the other day and my friend comes over and casually says "oh, is this that nonbinary villain with extreme bottom energy?!" And like.... I can't unsee it now? Is Mew Ichigo a top?! Cause clearly Ichigo is a bottom. Why am I thinking of this in middle of thr night when I should be asleep? Plz help.

Well isn’t this a surprise in my ask box late at night??? Lucky for you anon, I am also up wayyy past my bedtime and I have thoughts 👀

Below the fold for content discussing sexualities (mildly NSFW, no followers under 18 pls) —

One of the reasons I have an unhealthy obsession with Quiche as a villain is because he has such an interesting gender/sexuality, but I would love to give you my two cents. Quiche is absolutely queer-coded but to what extent is up to interpretation.

If we’re talking very specifically about Quiche and Ichigo’s dynamic … you can gather this from the way I write about them, but I prefer to write them so that Quiche is very confident/forward in his sexuality and Ichigo is a little more unsure. Gender and sexuality are so nuanced that I really try not to put a label on anything at all in fandom where it’s not clearly defined (top/bottom dynamics included). You can be very queer/genderless/femme and also very much a top — hetero-passing men (and butchy people in general) aren’t the default to being tops and I will die on this hill.

If you really, really want to put a label on it, then I agree with you anon — in a context where characters are all adults, I think Quiche leans top. With some asterisks.

This dude REALLY likes to be slapped. And that’s the last I’ll say about that.

[petrock42clone]

Made another Punch-Out OC and as much as I love him, he looks weirdly familiar. Meet Jeon-Neo! He's a semi-popular Kpop singer who chose to join the WVBA in an effort to boost his popularity.

Legal name: Jeon [REDACTED]

Gender identity: Cis Male (He/Him)

Age: 21

Height: 5'12 (or 6'0 idk)

Weight: 178

Record: 19-7 (10 KO)

Circuit: Major

Rank: #2

Nationality: Gyeonggi South Korea

Hobbies: singing, writing lyrics

Background: Almost nothing is known about Jeon's past before his break into Kpop. From digging into some obscure Kpop forums, we were able to learn that Jeon started as an internet singer known as "A-idol". Aside from a few demos that were uncovered via the Wayback Machine, nothing remains of the A-idol era.

Jeon hasn't accepted any requests for an interview as of now so we can only speculate on the details of his past. It's currently rumored that one of his songs alludes to him having fled from South Korea during a nasty family dispute.

Though he has a fairly high ranking in the Major Circuit, he still has connections to the Underground Circuit. Originally it was just by chipping in with the monthly rent for the UC building (that used to be the Minor Circuit building), before he became the very person you would fight to prove if you had the strength to challenge the Underground Circuit itself.

(Side note: Plz don't bother me over the fact I accidentally made him look like the Onceler in the reference photo. I'm only now realizing it and now I can't unsee it.)

[nuitthegoddess]

🥀Valley of Thorns Faerie Theory🥀

Honestly imma be for real.

I’ve done some research months ago on faerie lore for Valley of Thorns and the Diasomnia fam. I thought it would be fun to make. So I did some.

So from my research of faeries or fae, I’m kind of familiar with it bc I like ACOTAR (A Court of Thorns and Roses, if you don’t know it’s a book series about faes but based on Beauty and the beast). I know little from that series and the research of the lores I’ve taken the time on because I think it’s an interesting take and i think one person did? I have a terrible memory but if someone did, plz link me pfpfp I would reblog it!

What are they?

• What I’m assuming Malleus, Lilia and 1/2 (human and faerie) Sebek are unseelie. Unseelies are known in faerie lore mostly well known to be feared. They are said to be merciless and aggressive. Sebek is aggressive lolol. Malleus and Lilia has shown to be merciless without full on being brutal.

•Unseelies from my research are from the fall court or winter court. I was trying to think of kind of Court they would be. First a little short explanation, Faerie courts are territory areas of seasonal courts dominate by the faerie political on who rules what area. ( I hope that I explain that right, if not let me know 😂)

What kind of Court is Valley of Thorns part of?

•I would think Valley of Thorns is part of Autumn Court. The autumn court likes to humiliate and mess with humans. Jack How said in one of the episodes that Savanaclaw group got humiliated by the Diasomnia. Malleus and Lilia could have made it like for them it was nothing and making Leona look like a total fool (poor dude). I know that is excepted but from how Malleus robe ceremony episode went out, 😬 didn’t seem pretty.

•But I could be wrong annd it’s winter court, they are quiet and observant. I can see that when it comes to Malleus. He is observing humans as well as Lilia all around three years of Night Raven College. However the winter court does frown upon humans. They are still feared but may not be as much as Autumn Court.

But with that I could be wrong too. There is another court that is exceedingly rare and it’s called the Courtless.

•The Courtless wants nothing to do with political parties. They minds their own business about it. It’s why they are courtless. Whether they be unseelie or seelie (which are like the good fairies) they have their own way of thinking. Goblins are the most common Courtless fae, though treants, hags, dryads, nymphs, and many other “lesser” fae are Courtless as well. Which there could a more diverse there while some just comaplain about it (Looking at u Sebek).

It kind of makes sense because Maleficent in the 1959 movie guards were all goblins! Probably not all of them were goblins. She probably wanted nothing to do with the other courts and made her own. She didn’t seem to have a connection to any courts as we all can interpret that she was lonely. So she must have been growing her own kingdom over the years as it becomes Valley of Thorns.

My thoughts maybe Courtless or she is definitely Winter Court. Courtless doesn’t have to have short amount of magical creatures. Not only that nothing really blooms around her kingdom other than making thorns out from the ground. Or gargoyles

•What the people are like of Valley of Thorns?

Generations passed, even if some faeries have this weird vendetta against humans, some faeries and magical creatures are still opening up to humans like Lilia or Sebek’s mom. It would make more sense with Winter court or Autumn court. Faeries unseelies are known to be feared. Maybe that’s why Lilia wished for equality. Because he knows how complicated the relationship between humans and Faeries. Also for the kids like Sebek and Silver, of course they would the future of change. Bringing a new light of the new generation of Valley of Thorns to try to be equals to others. It’s what every person would want, to have the next future leaders to make good changes. I think that’s what Lilia would want them to do. Especially when Lilia, Malleus and even Silver to tell Sebek to be nicer and to apologize to certain humans or beastmen.

🥀🥀🥀🥀

With that notes up, if you know more about fae lore and stuff. Please reblog your thoughts on what you think! Did I do good? Did I suck? Don’t worry I’ll cry for like 5 minutes and be like “Oh oki ur right” Pfpf I love this fae lore because it me curious more about the Faerie background.

[onthecourtbugs]

This Might Become A Thing

I’m not done with my requests but STILL- Help meeeee. I got this AU in my head from a long while back and I wanna do sum bout it. Red Dead Redemption II type of setting. The town sheriff’s got a murder on his hands. It was a big house robbery and there’s one witness who was visiting at the time it happened, Y/n, but she ain’t talking. Anyone who has seen the criminal’s face has been tracked down and murdered.

Eventually, he gets her to talk, promising protection and calling in backup from around the way. Unfortunately, getting the paperwork to go through and get the Marshal down there takes time. Word gets out that Y/n saw what happened so now it’s safe to say she’s in danger. He tries to rally help from closer people to help out, but nobody wants to get into a scrape with the criminal and anyone who can fight doesn’t want to waste time sticking around “just in case he shows up”. Like is he coming for her or not? He gets a surprise volunteer from a drifter who came into town recently but he’s such a lousy shot and even worse in a fight so the sheriff basically crying right now cuz this is just the worst scenario for him. But the volunteer is determined to save the day, using Y/n’s help to devise a plan to stop the criminal anyway. (Another one of those "Crouching Moron, Hidden Baddass” type stories, I love those.) Naturally, Y/n and the volunteer get to know each other while they’re getting ready for doom to possibly pay a visit and they got that mutual pining going on. I’m talking longing stares, hands brushing, lingering close proximity, teasing, complimenting, DREAMING ABOUT THE OTHER, both wishing the criminal just never shows up so the other doesn’t get hurt and it’s so obvious to everyone in town and they openly ship them dnflsjdbfksbgk. ”When ya’ll getting married?” ”Sherriff PLZ!” I don’t know who the guy should be, my favorites so far are Kuroko, Hayama, Kise, and Takao cuz they just got that harmless vibe until they get serious. (I know this ain’t KnB but I also can’t unsee the volunteer being Shinichiro Sano from Tokyo Revengers... This is a sports blog but imma say throwing hands is a sport and Shinichiro can throw ME-) I dunno, what ya’ll thinking???

[mannatea]

back at it again with the lukewarm takes y’all

catherine is literally the best i love her

lorenz has the skinniest longest nose i’ve ever seen he’s out here looking like asmongold and i can’t unsee it now or ever

ashe x byleth C is uh... honestly most of these byleth supports are just a biiit too one-sided feeling for my taste lmao. i’m hoping that doesn’t last. i think it wouldn’t be as obvious if there wasn’t voice acting, but that makes the completely silent gaps in conversation like... awkward

ANYWAY ON WITH THE STORY. to jeritza’s room

‘the professor and i will protect you’ yeah gurl we got u

this death knight guy is nothing compared to arthas or any of the horsemen from wow so i’m like ready to punch his dick in

“one of us will die, the other will live.” okay edgelord, calm down.

“this is what a real man looks like” sylvain you’re just a baby, chill

something that i do like about the gameplay is how everyone starts out as a kind of like, mediocre/plain “class” and can be promoted from there. it’s a nice way of dealing with reclassing that actually makes sense finally. like, i don’t wanna sound like a giant baby but something that drove me nuts about reclassing was how deeply entrenched in some of these “classes” characters would have to be to pick them, let alone to excel at them, so it was super hard to imagine constant reclassing going on, particularly from a pre-trained perspective. like your heavy armor knight isn’t going to suddenly be like weeee time to become a pegasus knight!! 

but when everyone starts out as like a noble or commoner it feels more fitting that they might study/choose a path for themselves. 

fanfics were always really jarring when people reclassed entirely and you just had to roll with it lol. but this way i think it’d be easier to buy into whatever a ‘fic presented you with?

anyway...i like it.

shamir...babe...i love u

also, lol... death knight “this is a game to me” oh please...ur weak

“i am the flame emperor” lol okay we have another edgelord on the board

“i’ve never seen you look so happy before. it’s downright mesmerizing” dimitri plz... stop flirting with me. i am a god, and u aren’t even a king

“it’s probably jeritza” nah he’s too much of a child’s birthday party clown to be the culprit and also that is WAY too easy if this is the truth i will riot

flayn, dear, i will protecc u with my life. and also you need to learn some self-defense like,,, yesterday

“i have closely scrutinized everything about you” okay well hopefully not EVERythiNG

jeralt is a good egg

wyverns fly south for the winter? okay so now i’m picturing people looking skyward not because the sight is magnificent, but because the droppings would be magnificent and they need to dodge it before it lands on them

[kookiepredictions]

Message from his DF’s Higher Self

To the Littlest One,

I was summoned by you I think. Damn boy, are you tired? Cuz you’ve been running through my mind all day. Everyday. Where do I begin? There’s always so much to say but I’m never sorted out. You want to know how I feel about you? Well it’s not a one word or one line answer you see. In my previous connections, I’ve always had some issue or the other. There have been connections where things were THIS close to being something special, and yet, I couldn’t unsee that there was still that bit missing. And I realized, I’m really looking for someone EXACTLY like me, and I knew I set myself up for failure because truly that’s impossible to have? When I saw you for the first time, I was shocked because I couldn’t believe how someone could be so much like me. It was like looking at my male version. And yet, there were so many obvious differences. I would be all excited and tell whoever cared to listen (most didn’t) that look, this guy is just like me! I think I’ve found my perfect match like they write in books and stuff. It didn’t matter to me that you didn’t know I existed. I was incredibly happy just knowing that I wasn’t wrong in believing that somewhere there is someone who is your exact match. I was O.B.S.E.S.S.E.D with you! I couldn’t get enough. You’d think my first impression about you was wrong and as I got to know more about you, I’d change my mind. But it was the exact opposite. The more I knew, I surer I got. I found a happy place in my life, everyday religiously watching you do weird stuff that convinced me more and more that yeah, he is the one. Ironically though, I never wanted to do anything about it. I thought someday we’d just meet and you’d see what I saw— that we’re perfect for each other. I had things in my personal life to take care of and I started doing exactly that, and Divine (and other) intervention got us together. Of course initially I was a little wary and thought it was all too good to be true, but that’s just me. Getting to know you has been one of the most special, life changing events in my life. So I have no idea why you want to start over again, or change anything about it. I wouldn’t want to change anything about any of it. You have been a wish fulfilled, a literal dream come true for me, right from the start to now. When I first saw you, I had a certain idea about you, the things you might say— and when you did speak to me, it was exactly how I always imagined it to be. With every word and action, you became more and more perfect to me. It was like someone made a list of everything I wished for in a person since when I was old enough to wish for things, added a ton of other wonderful things and the result was you! You have always, ALWAYS said what I wanted to hear, treated me the way I wanted to be treated. You were like this magician who always magically knew what I wanted. How did you know? How did you know what no one had ever known. And those people were so much closer to me. And so it not just confuses me but also makes me sad how you see this whole thing differently. Maybe you can do better, maybe you have better things to offer, I get that. But it was still perfect the way it was. There is no need to go over it repeatedly and wish it was different. I would never ever never want it to be any other way.

To me, you were and still are the kind of person they only talk about in fairytales. Does that mean I think you have no flaws? No. I know everyone has flaws and I have always believed that is what makes each of us unique and more special. And I have stopped buying onscreen personas since when I was like 13. Okay, maybe 15. Perfection to me is not the absence of flaws. Perfection to me is in the way I feel about someone. And I have always felt so wholesome around you, every moment spent with you was perfect. You were perfect, everything you did was perfect. If I were to sit you down and categorically tell you to do exactly as I wanted, I still couldn’t do a better job than what you had already done. Plz I’m embarrassed to admit that I have spent days, weeks, MONTHS daydreaming about you. Repeating every word over and over and over in my head and feeling every feeling it caused in me. I don’t see the “mistakes” that you see. Maybe you don’t see them either, and that’s why you are confused as to why you are being punished. Then maybe you should consider the thought that you aren’t being punished? I am not keeping away because of anything you did or didn’t do, I am keeping away for my own issues. You might think I have it all figured out, but I’m sorry to burst your bubble, I’m still a work in progress as well. You think I have over exaggerated ideas about you? Well I think you have put me up on a pedestal and don’t see how I’m struggling too. Do I absolutely need to be away to focus on myself right now? Absolutely. I have a tendency to be put who I love (there I said it, I wish it wasn’t said this way, but I guess this is the need of the hour) before me, and lose myself in the process. And unless I learn how to prioritizing another person without de-prioritizing myself, I need to be by myself. Have you ever felt like this connection was getting the better of you— that you had no control over yourself whatsoever? That’s how it has felt for me too. I need to find my own footing before getting involved in anything at all. Do I seem stubborn and difficult? Good. Because I have been easy and impressionable before and it has taken everything away from me. You must understand, this has got nothing to do with you. These problems have existed in my life before you came, and they will continue to exist unless I take care of them. You might think you can solve all my problems, if only we were together. That’s not true. The problems are inside of me. You can, at best, distract me from them. Only I can truly uproot them. Not only is this my duty here on earth, it is my right to be able to do that, and I am going to defend my right, whether or not you agree with me, and no matter how mad it makes you. It is never my intention to hurt you or anger you, but if that’s the price I have to pay, so be it. And it doesn’t even have to be about problems either. I have the right to live my life the way I want to. Always. Whether or not you are in my life. And I have the right to do so without having to explain myself. This is something I have learnt pretty late in my life— I really used to be the exact opposite. I have spent YEARS unlearning that pattern and I am not going to abandon my beliefs anymore, not even for you. And I’m not even apologetic about it. If there is any love in this connection, it will honour my freedom and my choices. Even if I abandoned myself right now “out of love”, and years later when I realize the folly in that, I’d forever hold you responsible for that and hate you all my life. That’s not going to be a very successful connection, is it? My morals, principles and beliefs are what make me who I am. Abandoning them is literally changing me, might as well change my face with surgery. They are staying with me until my last breath. Anyone who wants to be in my life has to respect and accept that. You don’t have to though. And I really want to make sure you understand this. I don’t expect you to do anything that you don’t want to do. Nothing at all. When you had no idea I existed, I liked you even then. The point is, my liking or loving you isn’t dependent on what you do or don’t do for me. It has everything to do who you are. Now, you might not see yourself that way. You might think you are nothing special to be liked or loved. You might feel the need to do a ton of things so that people like you. But you see, that’s all just you, not me. Don’t project your feelings on to me. For me, you have always been special and everything you have ever done has been special. Now, the answer to the difficult question: have I ever been hurt by you? Yes. But I have never thought it was your “fault”. For me it was always my fault that I was too reliant on someone else’s opinion of me, and a push to the direction of learning to be self-validated. And it was a huge leap in my growth! To be honest, I don’t entirely know what fault you hold yourself responsible for. I have no idea what “wrong” choices you have made. All I see is, you had prior commitments and you chose to honour your commitments. You chose to stick with the people who were there in your life long before me. Not only do I respect you more because of it, it has always been a very attractive quality about a person to me— being mindful of everyone in their lives. The only thing that makes me mad is when you fail to realize that I have the right to do the same. You can choose to fight me over my freedom and ways of dealing with things, but know that it is a fight I will always win :p

You seek my forgiveness but it is not me who hasn’t forgiven you, it is you. You want love from me but it is not me who doesn’t love you, it is you. Fear all you want, doubt all you want, but you could inquire in 10, 20, 100 years if I love you, and the answer will still be the same: yes I do. And if you ask me 1000 times what we should do about it, my answer will also be the same— this really is the time to focus on ourselves. It might seem like I’m going further away from you, but I really am coming towards you with every passing day. How and when— not everything needs to be known right now. If you are patient, everything will make sense when it’s the right time. Maybe then you would even hate yourself for not being more understanding, and wish that you had acted different right now. Just like you now wish you had behaved differently back then. The tighter you are holding on to this, the longer the wait is getting. Holding on tight to your love is an old paradigm. This is the time to be freely flying beside each other. I know because not very long ago, I had to make this exact choice. Either to let go of you and risk losing you forever or to hold on tightly to you and lose myself forever. I made the 2nd choice with a lot of doubt and difficulty, and it turns out that our connection has only gotten stronger from there. You feel like you are the only one in this journey but this is truly a journey of two. I assure you, every phase you cross, I have crossed it before you. There was a time I was addicted to you too. No matter where I went, what I did, who I was with, I was more interested in knowing what new weird thing Jungkook did today. Back then, nothing else was any more important than a little attention from my dream boy. And yet, there was so much anxiety and fear mixed with those experiences. Those were absolutely beautiful moments and everything I ever wished for, then why couldn’t I completely engage in them? Because I hadn’t learned to love myself yet. And so everything lacked, no matter how special. I can tell you for sure that me being in your life right now will do the exact same for you. So far you literally have followed all of my footsteps. And this is another reason for me needing to focus on myself. Until now, it was only about my own dreams and goals in life. But now I see how we are both almost tethered together in this connection, and I seem to be leading the way, aren’t I? For you to figure out the maze, I have to do that first. You know how you feel drawn to me, like you can never get enough? You might feel like it is your need to be loved by me, but really it is the need for you to follow in my next footsteps that is to focus on yourself. This is why you are never satisfied. Even when I am with you, you are still anxious about something you anticipate happening in the future. You are restless because you are not addressing the problems inside of you. You are trying to control this connection and this situation from outside, but that’s not where the issue is. You really think I’m some angel descended from heaven? Time to burst another bubble. I have a dark past too. I have hurt people, been destructive and done things I wish I hadn’t. The only difference? I have forgiven myself. I was young and didn’t know any better. It doesn’t help either that our society only teaches us to focus on the external things. Those mistakes didn’t define me nor will any other mistake I might make in the future. Nothing else defines me other than that I want to be happy and I’m committed to learning how to be happy and will learn and grow all my life in pursuit of happiness. You feel like you’re attracted to me because you need a loving person in your life, but what you’re really looking for subconsciously is to learn to love yourself because you see that I love myself. There is literally nothing in this world that makes a person more attractive than self love. It is the ultimate goal for every soul and someone who masters it is a veritable flame for all moths. No amount of love is enough for the person who doesn’t love themselves. Believe me, I’ve been there. You think I’m mad at you, but the thing is, the mire I focus on myself, the more I’m able to understand you more. So yes, even though you make me so mad so often, it doesn’t last at all. This connection has changed me in ways that surprise me too. In my past connections, if I was hurt, I would make sure I’d give back the same hurt back ten times so they knew what I went through. Not anymore. Very soon into this connection I’d realized that no matter how much I was hurt, I could never bring myself to do the same to you. And gradually I learnt to not be hurt at all in the first place. Because I always understand where you come from. And I always will. Not because I’m some saint, but because I have been through all of that. You are not wrong in wanting to be loved, or wanting assurance. It’s been a tough journey hasn’t it, being through situations and people that have distorted your perception of your own self? So much so that you now believe you are that person. But if you really were, then why did I see someone else when I first saw you? And after all this time, why do I still see that same person? No matter what happens in between, why hasn’t my perception changed of you? How is it that we are both looking at the same but different person? You might argue that your version of you is more accurate, not mine. Then why do you believe so strongly that your version of ME is more accurate, that you are ready to fight with everyone else over it? Why do you believe so strongly that you just KNOW me? Because as Twin Flames we are lucky to have someone designated to see ourselves in our divinity when we have forgotten that about ourselves. At this point, I don’t even care what you think about yourself. I know what I know and nothing and no one is ever going to convince me otherwise. Flaws and all, you are perfect to ME. But no one can convince you of that better than yourself. Unless you forgive, love and accept yourself, you will always feel like there’s not enough love in your life. No matter how many times we go over this, this is where it will always end up at.

Don’t get me wrong though, I feel your change and transformation. I feel your heart opening up, I feel you getting more and more vulnerable. And I know it’s scary. But this is the only way. When I had to let go, I realized what terrified me the most was if I was going to lose the “feeling” that existed then. The whole dreamy, head-over-heels, giggling like a little girl, and getting unmentionable thoughts 24/7 type of love feeling (yes is it that hard to believe it exists?) As it turned out, not only did the feeling not go, it transformed into this beautiful version where I have so much more control over it— I can feel this way when I decide to, instead of it being all over the place before. Ironically here, you feel like falling constantly when you hold on. You find your ground when you let go. Does it seem like I don’t think about you at all? The reality is, I’m just more at peace with these feelings. Instead of fighting them or trying to get rid of them, I let them stay with me with the instructions that they let me do other things like work, and they stay quietly beside me all day, and only get activated when I want them to lol. You are suffering because you are trying too hard to get an outcome, a result out of it, I’m just here enjoying the ride, wherever it takes me. If I leave you, you will be shattered, probably feel betrayed and unable to trust anyone else. If you leave, I’ll love you regardless. I have nothing to gain from this, and yet I gain the most beautiful, precious things from it every single day. All because I let go. I let go, not of you, but of my expectations of an outcome. In return, you stayed. And with you, the most high vibrational feelings that literally poets write about, singers sing about, and people everywhere spend all their lives looking for. I found them right where I was. It does make me sad to see you in pain but I know it’s only temporary and more than that, essential to get to where you must get in this lifetime. But it doesn’t have to be that painful. It took me years to understand certain things, and if I could teach just one thing, it would be acceptance. Resist less, accept more. Accept situations as they are. And watch them magically transform. The last thing, if you really, REALLY want to do something for me, something that would make me happy, and if I do in fact, have the right to ask for something from you— it is that you put yourself first right now. Independent of me. Pretty please. I know I’m kinda awesome and hard to resist lol but there must be things that you have wanted to do that had nothing to do with me. Explore yourself without judgement. And allow me the freedom to do the same. There is no one I want more than you in my life, but there are things I want to explore and do which have existed way before you came into my life. If I couldn’t do them, I would hate you for the rest of my life and I definitely don’t want that. I don’t want to rush a connection so special and rare. I don’t want to start something not knowing for sure that I can be consistent with. Whatever I start is going to be forever and for that we both need to be 100% ready without any doubts or reservations. If we’re not there yet, that’s alright, we should have enough time to prepare. Just know that no matter what happens, this connection is not going anywhere, and these feelings are not going away, cuz they never have. And IF, in the rare occasion that it has to end, know for sure that it will be decided by two people, not just one. It is the right of both people who are working towards this connection. Believe in Divine magic and timing. We’re going to be alright.

Enclosing I’d like to say: Are you a dictionary? Cuz you’re adding meaning to my life. Are you a camera? Cuz every time I look at you, I smile. Do you have a pencil? Cuz I want to erase your past and write our future. (Okay that’s enough Google search for today)

[sylvie-writes]

Under-WHERE??

The title... I really need help coming up with titles.

Summary: This prompt-  20. “I have long since become desensitized to you walking around in just your underwear.”

Disclaimer: Sorry for my inactivity, I feel bad for not really posting, school has been hell and this one is kinda short (and bad) many apologizes but much love!

Warnings: none. besides a few swear words. This is a Chris Evans fic, I rlly can’t help it.

As always, plz pardon any mistakes, the stories are always proofread but I tend to make many mistakes regardless.

Currently you and your brother in law, Scott, were engaged in an intense game of slapjack.

Chris had just returned home from a day on set and was currently in the shower. 

That deck of cards on the counter seemed pretty enticing at the time and that is how you ended up here with Scott, trying to pass time. 

Competitively. 

Tonight, Chris’s siblings, their family, and his mother had invited you all out to dinner. 

Scott lived closed by, so you figured that he could just hitch a ride with y’all. 

“What time do we have to leave again?” - Scott

Checking your wrist watch, as you placed down a card, you replied that the time was ten till 7.

The reservations were at 8 and so far you all were sort of on time. 

It was a good half an hour drive to the restaurant since it was in the heart of the city. 

“We should leave in twenty minutes but you know how it is with the diva!” 

You and Scott shared a few giggles before you broke the conversation by yelling slapjack. 

“Damn. (Y/n) that’s the third time! Don’t tell Chris!” 

Scott and Chris were sooooo competitive, you just stayed out of their games. 

Last year, they were doing shots at a dinner party and let’s just say…you had to break the news to Chris that you were dating. 

He was absolutely ecstatic (yet hammered) 

That whole night he had been hitting on you, which was hilarious as you were already dating.

Now, the game of slapjack was over and instead you both decided to play War. 

Scott shuffled the cards while you went to go check on Chris. 

The bathroom door was shut and you proceeded to gently knock on it before opening it up. 

As you walked in, your face was immediately hit with steam, making it a little bit more difficult to see. 

“Oh hey darling! I’ll be out in a sec!” 

You just smiled and shot him a quick okay, walking out the door, knowing by a second he most likely meant half an hour. 

“Did you go check up on the little Princess?” The statement coming from Scott, true and absolutely funny. 

“Yeah, he’s just now getting out of the shower.” 

Scott dealt the cards and continued to talk with you. 

“Well, we might as well go get the champagne so when the ball drops on New Years we can finally celebrate with him!” 

You just playfully rolled your eyes and started the game. 

Both you and Scott were already dressed and ready to go to dinner, having prepared a few hours ago. 

Hell, you had gotten showered and dressed into a nice sweater and jeans before Chris even called to say he was coming home. 

You loved the man, but damn did he take long showers. 

Almost as if reading your mind, you heard said man’s voice ringing out, prompting you to turn in your chair. 

“Hey honey, do you know where my black crew neck is—

His face immediately turned red and his hands shot to shield the front of his body, only being covered in a pair of boxers. 

“Oh shit I’m so sorry.” -  Chris 

Completely oblivious to Scott you just gave him a confused look, tilting your head like an intrigued puppy. 

“I have long since become desensitized to you walking around in just your underwear.” -You

“SPEAK FOR YOURSELF.” -Scott

And that’s when the two pieces in your brain clicked and you just full on laughed while Chris scurried back to the bedroom. 

Turning around, you just looked at Scott who had laid his head down on the table, horrified at the sight he’d just seen. 

You reached across the table and ran your fingers through Scott’s hair, petting him like a dog in a jocular manner.

“Oh you poor poor thing.” 

“You can never unsee that!”

“Well, I mean, it’s kinda every man for himself in this situation.” 

“It’s legit the equivalent to walking in on your parents doing—“

All of your little quips, prompting Scott to explode...

“OKAY I GET IT (Y/N). ADDING SALT TO THE WOUND.”

A small chuckle left your mouth as you cleaned up the playing cards. 

You hopped up from your seat at the table and walked to your purse, which was resting on the kitchen counter. 

From your spot in the kitchen, you tossed Scott the car keys, giving him instructions to go start the car, seeing as Chris was almost ready. 

With Scott walking out the door, you went back to the bedroom to help Chris. 

If there was one distinctive trait about the man, it was that he’d always overlook things. 

This time, the disregarded item being his black crew neck, which you happened to have folded last week and put back in HIS drawer. 

You came in to find him sitting on the bed, now deciding on two completely different shirts (that didn’t match the pants he had on).

“Oh thank goodness you are here! I need your help.” 

He wasn’t wrong about needing help. For the most part, Chris was a very stylish man, but sometimes he needed your help, like right now.

Chris was holding up two different sweaters (?), puzzled when you walked away to the dresser. 

A few seconds later, you came back, the missing shirt in hand. 

It was like an angel had been sent to him. (You being the angel in his eyes) 

“You have the eyes of a bat, mister.” 

He just laughed and gratefully took the shirt you had set in his lap. 

Walking away, you placed a kiss on his already styled hair, going to grab some socks for your boots. 

A good five minutes had passed, since you left Scott, and Chris was now ready to walk out the door.

Chris walked from the closet that he had gone to change into, and came back to find you sitting on the bed. 

With his hands out, Chris gently helped you up from the bed, escorting you out of the room, one hand on your waist, the other in his pocket. 

Just as Chris went to grab his wallet, your phone buzzed having received a message.

Scott Evans: you two lovebirds ready? 

The two of you reunited and smiled at each other like love sick idiots, walking out the front door, hand in hand. 

Chris, ever the romantic, brought your intertwined hands to his lip, placing delicate kisses on your knuckles. 

“You are the best thing to ever happen to me, honey.” 

His little wink made your stomach flutter and you beamed at him with the brightest smile. 

Tonight was gonna be a good night.

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[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

No/Anything Special

Prompt: So. I read your Torchwood fics, and now i want more Hurt/Comfort with Ianto and Jack. Plz?

Yes you can let's take care of these boys.

Read on Ao3

Warnings: brief allusion to jack's abandonment issues

Pairings: janto, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 2339

It’s the last time Jack goes into the field when Ianto hasn’t looked over the briefing extensively.

Or, Jack's abandonment issues suddenly rear their ugly heads and Ianto's having none of it.

It’s the last time Jack goes into the field when Ianto hasn’t looked over the briefing extensively.

Ianto’s phone buzzes and Jack’s name lights up the screen.

“Captain, shall I assume the Chinese #3 is still the order of the evening?”

“Ianto?”

Tosh. Ianto curses himself for not having his comm in and switches the phone to sit in the crook of his shoulder. His fingers fly across the keyboard as he starts to bring up the location of the SUV. “What’s happening, Tosh, where’s Jack?”

“Hey, Ianto, listen. Jack’s in a not-so-good place right now.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know, he just—we were walking down an alley and there was a mannequin just lying there. Then he was on the ground.”

Bollocks. “Is he alright?”

“I’m driving him back, he can’t be behind the wheel right now.”

“Pulling up your location now,” Ianto mutters, still typing away, “alright, you’re about twenty minutes out. You buy the thrift warehouse?”

“We’re at the exchange, yes.”

“Okay.” Ianto rattles off the directions as he makes his way through the Hub. “What his status?”

“I’ll tell you when I get there.”

“Okay.”

Ianto hangs up the phone and rushes outside, barreling down the stairs to the lot. His breath condenses in white puffs as he slams his fist on the button, anxiously down the alley for the SUV. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he curses. Should’ve brought a coat. Should’ve checked the traffic report.

Should’ve been there.

Ten minutes later, the SUV pulls into the garage. He catches sight of Tosh’s hair in the driver’s seat and a slumping figure in the passenger’s seat. Jack.

Owen jumps out of the backseat, Gwen in tow, both carrying something large. HE gives them a wide berth as he steps into the parking space. Tosh kills the engine. The doors unlock. She steps out and hustles to the passenger’s side. The door opens and Jack gets out. He isn’t wearing the coat. Where’s the coat? A piece of fabric tumbles out of the car and he stoops to grab it, shrugging it on despite the snow. Ianto’s heart melts.

Oh, Jack.

“Come on,” Ianto murmurs, “inside. All of us. Let’s go. This way.”

Jack opens the door and heads straight for the elevator. Tosh follows behind, shooting concerned looks at Ianto as Owen and Gwen start taking care of whatever the Rift spat out. When they reach the main bay of the Hub, they almost run smack into Jack’s back. The man stands frozen, eyes unseeing, coat still dripping with snow. Wordlessly, Ianto points the pair toward the couch, automatically taking the snowy coat and hanging it up. He fills the kettle and sets it boiling.

Tosh eases Jack onto the couch and presses a throw pillow into his arms. Then she comes toward the kitchen.

“I need to stay until he’s alright,” she says quietly, “even if I’m out of sight, I need—I need to be in the Hub.”

“Given that’s what I was going to suggest, yes, that’s alright with me.” Ianto sets the camomile tea bag in Jack’s mug and pours. He knows Jack’s going to want some of the industrial-strength coffee shortly, but for right now, he needs the tea. He sets another mug next to it. “Cup of tea?”

Tosh’s anxiety seems to fizzle, at least slightly. He can’t blame her; he’s just as on edge as she is, perhaps more. He’s just more experienced at hiding it. “Tea. Earl Grey. Hot.”

“Absolument, mon capitaine.”

Her mouth quirks. “You watch Star Trek.”

“Of course I watch Star Trek.”

Ianto grabs Jack’s mug and walks quietly over to the couch, setting it carefully down on the coffee table and taking a seat on the floor. Behind him, Tosh scurries down to the collection rooms, presumably to help and keep the others away.

He looks up at Jack’s face. His eyes look without seeing, rimmed red and swollen. His shoulders slump and his arms curl tightly around the pillow. As Ianto shifts to avoid cramping his leg, Jack’s gaze flicks to his face. He smiles.

“Hey there, sweetheart. You okay?”

He’s rewarded with a tiny almost-smile. Jack pries one of his arms off the pillow and holds out a shaking hand. He takes it carefully and scoots closer so he can hold it without either of them having to strain. He may imagine the way Jack’s eyes soften as they focus on his face, but it’s not likely.

The loud obnoxious sounds of some default ringtone make them jump. Ianto glares over Jack’s shoulder and the phone subsides, almost as if it was him that made it shut up. It should be. Jack is upset right now, no loud sudden noises allowed.

“Hey,” he calls, squeezing Jack’s hand, “it’s okay. It’s just a phone, you’re alright. Keep breathing for me, alright? There you go, good, keep going. Good.”

Distantly, he hears the muttered noises from the Hub, pushing them aside when Jack reaches for the mug. He passes it to him with a quiet: “careful, it’s hot.”

Jack settles back into the couch with a sigh, hand wrapped around the mug. He takes a slow sip. Makes a face.

“This isn’t coffee.”

“No, sweetheart, it’s tea.” Ianto almost laughs at Jack’s pout. “Remember, you need to calm down first before you have any more caffeine.”

The pout doesn’t leave entirely, but it does give. “Honey?”

“One second.” He pushes a corner of the coffee table so he can reach the drawers. Reaching in, he pulls out a bottle of honey and a spoon, setting them on the table so he can stand. “Do you want to pour or tell me when?”

“When.”

“Alright.”

“…that’s good.”

“Okay. Here, keep the spoon in, it’ll help it cool off faster.”

“Wait—“

He pauses, about to sit back down. Jack stares up at him with naked hope.

“...sit with me?”

“Of course,” he murmurs, easing himself down onto the couch. The poor thing looks like a kicked puppy, what is he supposed to do, say no? Opening his arms, he asks: “would you like hugs?”

Jack nods. He shifts closer and wraps one arm around Jack’s back, placing his head on his shoulder. His other arm couldn’t seem to decide where to sit.

“Do you want my other arm ‘round you?”

“Waist.”

“Okay.”

They sit like that on the couch for a while. Above them, Myfanwy calls out, not her normal harsh cry, but something softer. Ianto hides a smile in Jack’s suspenders. Perhaps she’s realized Jack’s upset and is trying to comfort him like she would one of her young. He can’t say he blames her. After a few moments, he feels Jack’s head butt shyly at his own and he lifts his hand to card it through his hair. The soft sounds of scratching and Jack’s breathing permeate the room.

“You can go, Yan,” Jack mumbles after another moment, “I’ll be okay. Thank Tosh for getting me home safe.”

“No.” Ianto holds him tighter. “I’ve got nowhere to be. You need someone to look after you.”

“I know.” Jack’s head lists slightly. “I just—sometimes it’s hard to remember.”

Ianto swallows the rage at the people who’ve made Jack believe he’s unwanted and rests his head against Jack’s. “Not anymore. I’m here.”

“Yeah.” He can’t see his face but whatever expression he makes sounds like he’s smiling. “I’ve got someone to look after me.”

“Damned right you do.” Ianto gives Jack’s waist a squeeze. “Would you like me to tell the others to go?”

“Yeah.”

Ianto pulls his phone from his pocket and shoots a text to the others. He barely has to wait a minute before he receives acknowledgments and hears the cars rattle off.

The garage door clicks shut. Ianto settles back into the couch, letting his head drop to rest on Jack’s shoulder. He closes her eyes, pressing himself against the back of the couch. A metallic sound makes him open his eyes.

Jack’s hands shake so bad the spoon clangs against the empty mug. A soft noise escapes Ianto’s throat unbidden as he takes the mug gently out of his hands and lets him wrap his arms tightly around Ianto’s waist. He keeps murmuring soft reassurances into his hair, even when Jack’s shoulders start to shake as he holds him.

You’re not there anymore. I’m here. I care. I’ll look after you.

After a while, Jack looks up at him, eyes tired, nose red, but smiling slightly.

“You look like you’re feeling a little better,” Ianto murmurs, tucking Jack’s hair behind his ear.

“Mm,” he hums, following the movement, “little.”

“You want me to stay here for a little longer?”

Before he can reply, a loud growl makes them both chuckle.

“Hungry?”

“Guess so.”

“Well, I would ask whether you had the patience to wait for takeout, but I’ll order your #7 first.” At Jack’s sad little puppy face, he relents. “And I’ll make some brownies because everyone needs chocolate when they’re upset. Sound alright?”

Happy puppy faces are so much better than sad ones.

He picks up the mug, making to go and refill it with water, only for Jack to whine and attempt to keep the grip on his waist.

“I’m just getting you some water, I’m not leaving.”

Jack holds on but makes to move with him.

“Oh, you don’t have to get up, I’ll bring it to you,” he says when Jack stands up. Jack just holds on and shuffles along behind him as they make their way—slowly—to the kitchen. Jack pulls out one of the stools and sits down, holding his hands out for the water. Ianto rolls his eyes fondly as he passes him the mug. “Here. Do you want me to talk while I do this or would you rather I stay quiet?”

“I don’t mind, I think I’m past the worst of it now.” Jack drinks some of the water, his voice still a little hoarse. “Thanks for asking, though.”

“Always.” Ianto takes the recipe book down, smiling fondly at the worn cover, and starts gathering the ingredients. “Would you like to talk about what happened? Or do you want me to shut up and make the damn brownies already?”

It’s so nice to make someone laugh after they’ve been really upset, especially Jack.

“No, you can ask.”

“What happened?”

“Uh, well…”

“You don’t have to tell me,” Ianto assures, taking off his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves.

“No, I want to.” And doesn’t that just fill Ianto’s chest? “I, um—those were the first things that came after Rose.”

Ah.

“I remembered the D—he told me about them,” Jack continues, each word spilling out of him like drawing out some horrible poison, “said that he knew she was—well, he didn’t say it, but I read body language and tone of voice for a living, so I know he meant to say it.”

Ianto’s hands still for a moment. “…say what, Jack?”

Jack huffs. “That she was going to be special.”

Ianto glances up just in time to see Jack hide a horrid glare.

“And I just—I don’t know, he—does he have that with all of his companions? Does he know that they’re going to be his companions? Or was she—she was special, don’t get me wrong, but was she—“

He swallows.

“…was she the only one?”

“No, that makes sense,” Ianto murmurs before Jack can apologize, “that…that makes sense.”

He tries not to smile too big when Jack looks at him with that naked hope again. “It sucks. And you’re right.” He leans on the counter. “And you aren’t. You’re special, Jack, you’re important, not because of what happened to you, but because you’re you, and if anyone tells you otherwise I’ll kill them.”

Jack chuckles. “I think you’ll have to race Owen to them.”

“No, we’ll work together. That’s much more fun.”

There’s that smile.

Since he now has a smilier Jack sitting on the other side of the counter, Ianto gets back to making the brownies. He moves around the kitchen as though it were the archives; measure, pour, put away the ingredients once he doesn’t need them anymore, mix, spray, pour, spread, slot the tray into the oven. When he turns back around, he sees Jack looking at him, smile fond.

“That’s much better.”

“I like watching you bake,” he murmurs, “it’s nice.”

“And here I thought you’d be bored.”

“I’m never bored watching you.” It’s still a touch too fond to be the normal Captain Jack Harkness swagger, but they’re getting there.

“Careful, sir, that’s harassment.” He presses the timer and turns back, hands on his hips. “Well, we’ve got twenty minutes until the brownies are done, want to cuddle until then?”

“Is that harassment?”

“No, sweetheart,” Ianto murmurs, coming back around to Jack’s side, “that’s a request.”

“Then I accept,” Jack says, letting Ianto slip his arms around him again.

The two of them move back to the couch, Jack using the arms wrapped around Ianto to almost yank him down on top of him.

“Jack,” he scolds gently, “don’t hurt yourself.”

“I won’t,” comes the mumble, “jus’ wan’ you close. C’mere.”

“I’m right here, you clod,” he says, letting Jack move him where he wants him, “now shh.”

“You shh.”

Ianto huffs, smiling as Jack snuggles into his side with the determination of a petulant toddler. They lie there quietly, basking in the warmth of the other. Twenty minutes later, the timer beeps.

“Alright, you want vanilla or mint ice cream with your brownie?”

“Both.”

“Will you still want takeout after if you have both?”

“Yes, Mum.”

“Behave or no dessert.”

“I’m sorry, Yan, can I have my brownie now?”

“You’ll have to let go of me.”

“But you’re warm.”

“The brownies will be warmer.”

“…come right back?”

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

[if-music-be-the-food-of-love]

Hi Ally ❣️ (idk how I missed the ask game) 32 and 38 and just to be a little shit 22🤸‍♀️🕳️😋💕

Millie! 🌙 Thank you!!! 🥰🥰 You know how much I love to talk about books.

32 - nonfiction book

Ooooooo, I don’t read nonfiction by choice, so I don’t have a lot of options to choose from; HOWEVER, let me tell you about the most amazing book I had to read last year for my postgrad (seriously the first nonfiction book I’ve loved and the first required nonfiction book I’ve ever liked).

The Power of Babel by John McWhorter. This book is amazzzzing. It’s basically about the origins of language, a study of how languages develop and change over time, that language is dynamic, and that the idea that language is deteriorating bc of slang, social media, etc is wrong—it’s just changing like it always has. His whole thesis is that all languages are dialects (dialects of the first language that developed separately bc of geography and changing pronunciation over time, like modern French is basically a dialect of Latin as it developed in a certain part of France over 2000 years) and are equally complex and valued. Sorry to drone on so much, but he blew my mind. It was fascinating.

38 - favorite series

You may already guess this one. The Shadowhunter Chronicles, essentially all the Shadowhunter books from Cassandra Clare, which now includes something like 6, soon to be 7, trilogies and 3 books of short stories. I can’t explain it, but I just love them. Her characters are  so fun and interesting, and while they can be a bit melodramatic and whiny, they’re such witty, intelligent bad asses, I can’t help but love them. I mean, I could read about Jace and Simon bickering all day. I’m madly in love with Cordelia, and KitTy (Kit and Ty) and Thomastair (Thomas and Alastair) have a good chunk of my heart--I’m rooting for them so hard. And of course she gave me Malec (Alec and Magnus), two of my favorite characters of all time. I adore them so much and now they have their own series!!!! I mean, you know I’m a sucker for dad!fics. Well, they adopted kids! In canon! And I got to read about it. The first trilogy has some major problems, I’ll admit, but I think the books keep getting better and better. I’m so ridiculously excited about The Wicked Powers coming out soon? bc Alec is !!!! and KitTy must happen! (and seriously why do we have to wait so long, uuuugghhh, not that I’m not loving The Last Hours bc I am). I could go on about this all day. I looooove this world she created and all the people in it.

22 - favorite thriller

Excuse me while I…..😆😆😆🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

So about that…I’m not even sure I’ve read one. I can’t even read mild murder mysteries, so thrillers are a no-go (can’t watch horror either bc you can’t unsee things…with books it’d be permanently stuck in my brain too, yuck). On that note, I think the closest I’ve gotten is The Green Mile. I don’t know if it counts as a thriller, but it’s by Steven King, so I’m gonna roll with it. It’s actually a great book, and it made me cry and cry. The story is heartbreakingly beautiful. I was surprised how much I like it.

Ask me about books plz

[passionateidolactivities]

Pripara Thoughts: WITH

So WITH just had an actual debut live and I have some thoughts. I’m breaking it down the good/bad of the group about their song, their characters, and how I think they will work in the show going forward. Under the cut!! (Also let me know your thoughts on da bois)

First up the good!

+ Their song is 🔥! When I first hear a song in Pripara I pretty much either love it or it’s not for me. And when I heard the first the music start, I just KNEW this was a jam. Love or hate the boys this song is fun, and has a unique sound from the girl's music. It reminds me a lot of K-pop with the techno sound. I must have listened to it at least 10 times now

+ The dance choreography was really diverse. Most of the other Pripara choreography is just all the girls doing the same dance. Only in Amazing Castle do the girls switch position for the center singer for a long time (with Happy Pa Lucky doing a quick rotation and I mean all of Tricolor’s song’s are crazy but they are basically theater, not a traditional song). The boys all get to have time singing solo, and the formation changes a lot. It was fun to watch

+The Asahi/Koyoi hi-five

+All their names are themed after times of the day (Asahi is morning, Shougo afternoon, and Koyoi is night) which is cute and goes with the “always being WITH you theme”

+Shougo is a cute tsundre who has grown to want to help/support his sister instead of staying a jerk and that is nice to see. Lala and Non don’t have the same relationship and I like that the show gives time for different types of relationships

+Asahi and Koyoi’s VA’s main gigs are as J-pop singers which added to the overall quality of the song

+They just represent diversity too. I mean I don’t think we should have 20 Danpara groups but maybe boys who watch Pripara can relate more. Before there was just Reona and Hibiki, and while both were “manly” in their own way, boys are diverse and can maybe relate more now

+Shout out to the Old Man group, I want their song

+The boys’s making drama end runway pose is amazing lol

+Shougo’s full name is Shougo Yumekawa which when read it just ridiculously hilarious 

Now for the bad :(

+Ok for real what was up with their legs in the CG?? They were like daddy long legs from the spider. Like crazy noodles. It was so weird and distracting. FIX IT PLS

+Their making drama when it says Prisim Galaxy is STRAIGHT UP Mario Galaxy’s Logo. ITS THE SAME I CAN”T UNSEE THIS GUYS

+Other then Shougo, the other boys are boring characters. Everyone in Pripara has something memorable about them. Asahi is I guess the energetic one? and Koyoi is umm I guess the grounded one? I literally have no idea. They don’t really do much for the story other than be in WITH which is sad b/c all the girls are so unique this should not have been hard

+ Asahi and Koyoi’s VA’s main gigs are as J-pop singers which means their performance reading lines is (in my opinion) pretty bad. If I have to hear Asahi’s weird screech/yell thing it’s over. Shougo has only had side character roles and a handful of named credits in the last year so this is like one of his first real gigs. I think he does a good job but still is a newbie

+They feel really underutilized in the plot. Shougo is the exception but if we are going to have a whole Danpara the boys should be more fleshed out. Or maybe have a side plot with Reona having to separate from Dorothy and join Danpara and not Pripara in Paparajuku. Or a plot with Hibiki like a battle for the top spot. They just need some episodes. PRRD did this so well with Over the Rainbow plz do it again

+The girls are obviously the main characters and need the most time, but if this is the new direction then you need to commit. Also allow for boy avatars in the game that would be dope

+Shougo’s weird pause and whisper “Be with you” is so weird, creepy and ruins the song. STAHP 

SOOOO

Overall, I do like WITH. I LOVE their song and I just kind of...tolerate the characters? I don’t hate them, but I guess they haven’t given me a reason yet to invest in them as characters. They need to be more fleshed out over time and then I think it will be IZZE

What do you think??

[himbowelsh]

I'm sorry! I know I have sent you a lot of prompts but they just keep showing up in my head! So ... In roe's episode you know, you could see Dick look so worried about Gene. And I just want something where Dick actually went up to Gene in private and took care of him for a moment. Wrapping him with a blanket or giving him something warm to drink or whatever. Just major Winters taking care of his medic who takes so good care of his men. Plz? *hides*

[oneroom-disco]

HAPPY FOURTH ANNIVERSARY!!!! (7/7/2017)

technically the anniversary date here is the airing date of s1 ep1, but eh it’s just my excuse to draw a pic annually. also to celebrate the completion of s2 yay!

DAMN, S2 WAS A WILD RIDE. you can just feel the love from the staff working on it. it’s already a miracle that s2 actually happened so i don’t dare to dream about the third novel just yet. thank you morimi, thank you PA works 🙏 now it’s either i learn how to read the jp novel or pray that it gets published in chinese

things on top of my head about s2:

YASABURO/KAISEI SHIP HAS SAILED

yajiro/kaisei ship has sunk……..

but(!) there’s a new ship yajiro/seiran (more details on when seiran used to ride on the nise enzan train plz)

seiran best loli (yajiro you lolicon), i wanna live in her house

gyokuran best waifu (why don’t we get to see more of her brother)

nidaime iS SO COOL, MAJI IKEBO. i aspire to iron my clothes like him someday

akadama sensei mvp

yodogawa sensei is such a good man

i friggin love yuukyan’s voice for kureichiro (the real one)

grandma best grandma, i love her voice (even tho i cannot unsee the fact that she also voices vermouth orz)

will we get to see more suzuki-kun in third part

hearing benten’s voice at the end breaks my heart, omg the way nidaime breathes fire onto her is just

they won’t ship the design artbook for s2 oversea………………….why won’t you take my money PA works _(:’3

[rexcrystallis]

whispers gimme some cute platonic five times kissed plz and thank

send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed || ¼ || @kingslight

I.

Truth be told this baby is already their fourth try for a child, and the first three were all either miscarriages or stillbirths. Instead of joy there had been nerves, what if this was one more little angel, lost, one more they couldn’t save? 

But when they told him his son was alive, Regis was out of that meeting without further word, and foregone driving to the hospital. He walked, he ran, he stumbled, he walked again, and ran, and when he got there Aulea was conscious and cradling a bundle in her arms, and he has never seen her look so tired, as if giving this fourth shot for a child took everything out of her.

The babe looked just like his mother in the best of ways, but his nose, and that thick tuft of dark hair on his head - they were Regis’s, and the King cradled his boy and kissed his forehead, and this little one reminded him of all the stars in the brilliant night sky, and so that will be his name, forever uttered in thanks and love.

II.

It’s difficult, coming into the hospital and seeing his boy unconscious, and the days wear and Regis thinks – if this be thine punishment, take me instead, not him, I cannot bear another loved one lost, while I look on helplessly, unable to do anything. 

Prayers half-uttered and the King sees a finger twitch, followed by another, and blue eyes open finally, and though they yet stare unseeing and unrecognizing, it does not stop him from leaning forward and kissing his boy on the forehead–

Welcome home, Sweet Prince.

III.

Drugs. Syringes, rolled paper, dried leaves in packs, multi-colored tablets spilled upon marble floor, and Regis has never been so angry and disappointed and desperate, and when he raises his hand (for the first and last time) and strikes his son across the face, he is at once in such twisting pain. Noctis falls, and the King falls after him, landing on both knees and his bad leg– and Regis scrambles and grabs fistfuls of his son’s shirt, and holds his boy fiercely to his chest. 

I’m sorry my son, I’m sorry I can’t be here for you all the time, I’m sorry I can not tell you of the burden you must bear, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

Kisses pressed onto dark hair and onto a yet unmarred forehead; they will get through this, or so help them, he will haul his boy out of this darkness he’d pitched himself headfirst into, and they will get through this, they will. 

IV.

The King’s aged eyes are focused on his son’s feet on the carpet, toes wiggling under multicolored mismatched socks. He observes Noctis from behind his glasses, and the boy gives that lopsided smile and shrugs his shoulders, and he walks forward and envelops his old man in a hug. 

Ah, but to be young and alive.

Noctis kisses his old man’s graying hair, and his wrinkled forehead too, and says now that he’s caught the biggest arowana ever, and maybe if the King has time, he could see it? A most fitting addition to his aquarium.

And Regis smiles, and he says of course - he will always have time to admire his son’s accomplishments.

V.

No parent should have to bury their child, or so the saying went, and yet it does not reduce nor invalidate the grief shouldered by those left behind. Ten years hence this funeral has been delayed, and Noctis touches the face of the stone effigy, made to resemble his Father in life. 

Good night, sweet Father, I carry now all that you have taught me, pray thee that I will be worthy to stand in the halls of our forebears with you. I will walk tall hence onward, until I join you in respite.

And so the King kisses the stone forehead of that likeness, and he exits the royal crypt, into the vibrant brightness of the day outside; there is work yet to be done, and Hope lives onward.