#i get it when were blurry (which. we are a lot 😭)

[lesbiantrish]

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[lemonisntreal]

My thoughts on Sing: Thriller! [finally]

I just want to vomit out some of the things on my mind because ohhh my god, do I have THOUGHTS-

Also! Link here to the short, for the people who want / need it 👍

NO WAY

THE BASTARD LIVES???

THE MIKE FANS WERE ACTUALLY RIGHT????

It wasn't just copium!

Kinda off topic, but this is getting me thinking on how different sized animal's seats are priced. Because they only grabbed one ticket I think, so I think they're literally sharing a seat [WHICH IS CUTE]. But does this mean that bigger animals need to buy more than one ticket? Or are all the seats just ridiculously big? Or am I crazy?

Also thinking of that one scene in Spongebob where Plankton gets sat on by Bubble Bass 😭

Tiny blurry Mike hehe looks like found footage

RAHHHHH

RAHHHHHHHH

Me when I see my fav for 2 seconds with zero speaking lines

Nana is eating also holy shit

EATING 👹

Also Eddie guiding her by the hand is sweet, I love their relationship so much aaywusjhisajhajk

He has such an obviously better relationship with her than he does his actual parents and I'm eating it upppppp

The "How hard can it be to fix a stupid tire anyway???" line was so aggressive, I'm taking this as character development !

She's an actually amazing actor in-universe and I love that

Meena Sweep

Also this set is clean as fuckkk- also a lot more realistic, but still very not LMAO

Also he's DOING A JIG AAA

The crunchy version is for my enjoyment specifically

HOLY SHIT I WAS REFERENCED /j

Also also.

Both GMO and Alice in Wonderland were really short plays from what we see, but I actually do think that this isn't how it actually goes in canon. When they're on the bus in Sing 2, the script looks pretty thick for one. And two- why would anyone pay for tickets for 4 minutes of show?

Like it just makes sense, you gotta understand my reasoning.

They couldn't put the whole 2 hours of play in the actual films, but I like to believe that's actually how it goes

That there's some story and depth to it as well [💀]

Reference. For later.

THE WAY HIS FACE SCRUNCHES DUDE DUDEUDUED

Meena Gunter and Ash are absolutely partying in the back bro

I wonder how often Meena finds herself in cars. Because like there's size, but also we know she just takes the bus everywhere. I don't think her family has a car, they all feel like they utilize public transit instead

Cars that are modified for bigger and smaller animals are probably more expensive and not mass-manufactured either

Not just height but weight limit is also something that needs to be kept in mind. Elephants are like a few thousand pounds.

I think it's just easier to have modified public transit rather than modified individual cars for that kind of load. I bet public transit has way more funding in the Sing universe because of this need too. Because there's also Rhinos, and Hippos, and Giraffes-

I'm getting lost in the sauce again.

HER NOSE SCRUNCH

She was AT that door. First one there, bouncing with excitement. Adorable. I wish Clay had speaking lines with her in this AGH

REFERENCE.

girl what the fuck are you doing here, your ass was NOT invited ‼️

The Infection AU would go CRAZY

Somebody needs to make that rightttt now, actually

I'm giving it some thought right now and how with a few tweaks this could be cool. Like I'd definitely make it so there were different phases, like the MLP AUs. And I'd keep the hivemind thing definitely, because I think that adds an extra terrifying aspect to it

Probably make the ooze stuff look more messy, eyes would be leaking the stuff, mouth.

Idk I'm just spitballing LMAO

The dog from under the table is actually terrifying

Rare sighting of angry Meena

ALSO WHY-

I have a complaint.

Why were they dancing.

For a full minute. With nothing.

No singing. Just instrumental. It dragged on for so insanely long. Like that's my one complaint about this short, is that the pacing is just absolute dogshit after they all get possessed. You can give me a Thriller reprise without making it look super awkward and boring. Why couldn't this have been a cool chase scene instead? Like actually keep up that tension you established?? Because like Crawly and Buster are just STANDING there now, and it's just like-

And then the actual chase is over so fast

Man.

HE'S SO STUPID LOOKING I'M GONNA CRY [positive]

the Borb....... [Buster orb]

I hate the "it was all a dream!" trope but I can't really be mad

I saw it coming from a mile away, and I'm honestly glad because it means that this isn't canon and we don't have to deal with random zombie shenanigans in the actual lore

Or maybe not because Crawly was literally possessed at the end but whatever. Not canon.

My final thoughts are that this was really solid! I feel well fed and very happy to get some new content of the sillies. I will most likely be drawing lots of Thriller stuff because WOW were some of those shots pretty. Overall, critically? C+ short [mostly due to that minute of almost nothing happening]. But my enjoyment level puts the grade at a B+ for me so [B is for Biased].

[base0h]

Hiii! I hope you're doing great! can I request Sabo, Law, Shanks reacting to their s/o somehow slept on the bath? They thought they were taking to long and got in (Knocking and then walking in) and saw them sleeping and slowly sinking? Take your time! And an advance thanks!

a/n - you don’t know how obsessed I am with this idea anon oh my god- 😭 tysm for this request!! You have been the source of my inspiration!! So thank you for that! 💜

warnings ⚠️ - fem reader, suggestive kinda? Not rlly 😭

- taking a bath with Sabo is literally heaven 😭

- the way he gently scrubs your back leaves you with literally flawless skin

- he washes your hair too, and treats you like the literal queen you are ✨

- so tonight, you decided to ask him to take a bath with him after he finished up his paperwork for the day

- You drew the bath, putting in a lavender scent to set the mood just right, and you stepped into the comfortingly warm water

- it was just the right temperature, perfect

- tonight, his paperwork was taking a lot longer than usual, and you had been sitting in there for around 15 minutes

- the steam that was clogging the room was almost suffocating, why were you so dizzy??

- everything was so- blurry..

- before you knew it, the back of your head hit the edge of the tub as you slowly started sinking into the water

- your cheeks were flushed, breathing labored, your skin glossy and pale, your eyelids glazed

- Sabo ran towards the bathroom, realizing the time that nearly flew by for him

- he knocked on the bathroom door, quickly stripping off his clothes as he opened it to find you steaming, sinking into the water

- panic mode

- “Y/N?! OH MY GOD!”

- he rushed so fast that he tripped on the carpet, his naked ass laying flat on the cold tile as he ran towards you

- he lifted you out of the bath, checking your chest when he realized he had been literally fondling your breasts the entire time

- internally: “WHY ARE THEY SO FUCKING SOFT?!”

- he stopped himself, trying to gently wake you up, taking you out of the room and laying you in front of the fan to cool you off

- his heart was racing, you could hear it from a mile away

- his poor innocent soul was freaking out over how he accidentally “touched you” without your permission and holy shit he was about to go kill himself for it

- your eyes slowly opened and he felt his heart immediately calm down as he squeezed your hand gently with a smile

- “What took you so long Sabo?…”

- he laughed and gave you a hug, his warm body embracing you as he sighed with relief, smelling the lavender which made him even more intoxicated

- “Sorry… I had a lot more work..”

- “I don’t think we should take a bath now-“ -Sabo

- “yeah no shit sherlock.” -you

- "Babe, you're killing all of our noses. Poor benn's gonna go and suffocate because you haven't taken a shower."

- "He's overreacting!''

- "No I'm not." - benn

- When you suggested you would take a bath with him, his face literally lit up with excitement

- he was like a little dog who was about to go on the best walk of his life

- you went to go get the water ready, using some of his favorite shampoo and soap to spoil your red-haired boyfriend

- you stepped into the warm water, and the temperature was just right

- Unknown to you, shanks had already fallen asleep again on the bed, snoring away peacefully with a half-empty alcohol bottle in hand

- minutes passed, soon it had been 15 since you'd gotten into the water, and you were already starting to feel a bit light-headed

- the steam that blurred your vision wasn't helping at all, your cheeks were pink, your eyes glassy as they closed

- you slowly started sinking into the warm water, and oh god, if shanks didn't wake up soon, you probably would make the bathtub your early grave

- the bottle slipped out of his hands, the shattering of the glass waking him up as he sat up almost immediately

- He saw the light from the bathroom and he called out your name a couple times before walking towards the bathroom, taking off his shirt

- "Sorry- I fell asl- Y/N?! OH GOD!"

- cue his internal monologue about how stupid he was for falling asleep

- He literally started slipping on the floor as he lifted your body up with his arm, carrying you out of the bath and starting to try and wake you up

- He was literally about to have a heart attack at 39- lmao

- When you started coughing, you don't even know how relieved he was, he could feel his heart start to beat normally again

- "Dummy- why were you just sinking?!" -him

- "What do you mean?! You're the one who took forever!"

- "I- ok- fine- sorry.."

- "And you still smell like absolute shit." - you (pls he smells literally so bad- like alcohol and weird old fish)

a/n - omg this idea as literal perfection anon-

[puckpocketed]

bonjour, i'm from vancouver but i have the worst sleep schedule ever so with onhockey dot tv by my side i'm abt to get into the aihl. who should i root for

BONSOIR!!! rip sleep schedule . I am a devout CBR Brave blog so, there’s only one answer here <3 some propaganda for you

i have personally met our starting goaltender Aleksi Toivonen and he’s a big sweetie . it was during this year’s off-season in uhhh february? and he was hanging out at our rink getting his reps in. i barely knew about the team back then so when he said he played for them i was like !!! and he let me take a very blurry photo 🫶

we’ve always been kinda good in a way that makes people a bit mad LMAO!!! won our first Goodall Cup 2018? so if you wanna root for the team where everyone’s praying for your downfall… get in here <3

on the topic of always being good; we’re so stacked that when IIHF Worlds is on, our roster gets STRIPPED because we have a lot of Australia’s best players! this year it happened and resulted in . um. a 9 game loss streak? <3 we were DEAD last in the league for a while. but the boys came back and we clawed our way to 2nd place in our conference pretty neatly

despite being so good, our rink is SHIT. i’m so serious. as a local, i’ve been to it and skated on it. god. soft, bewretched, small ice. there’s a fucking TRENCH between the boards and the ice too… like you could lose a small earring down that gap 😭 AND during intermission our zamboni does her best but often we have issues with flooding. smallest ice surface and smallest barn in the AIHL i do believe! this is because there’s been a decades-long power struggle between the owners and the government. (the streets are saying it has also historically been a pretty unfriendly place to the hockey players because the owner’s wife was a figure skater so her and her people always got preferential treatment LMAO) ANYWAY the propaganda part is . we play and practice on this ice and in this shitty old barn and we are still TORCHING the league <3 in a way i feel like we are the scrappy underdogs (we are not. but. we are to ME!!) anyway imagine what we could do with real facilities jskdjshsklff

canberra’s a small world so this team is just a bunch of brothers playing hockey together,, i’m SO serious. we got FOUR kubara brothers !! TWO miettinen brothers. and 2 Yorks !!! GONGEOUS NEPOBABIES..!!!

we just signed Austin Cangelosi and he’s boybestfriends with our guy Jake Ratcliffe and i love seeing them gossip on the ice like two girls at a slumber party. Cangelosi is 5’7 and got 🤏 this close to the NHL during a time where size was absolutely everything. i have the scouting notes from his draft year, and his overage draft years — i think if he’d come up in this era somebody would’ve taken a shot at him in like the 5th-7th round?? but alas. smash cut to now: he’s a small, fast, skilled player and has a relentless motor. if he stays with us next year he probably contends for most points in the league. he’s very good and fun and i louve heem…

i was talking shit about the Brave Cave but i love her so bad. we have new management who i deeply despise on a moral level because they’re a property development/building company, but aside from that they’ve put staff in place to make the vibes of pre/post games SO good. we’re hoping with this acquisition we will finally get the new rink we were promised in uhhhhh 2017. but who CARE!!! right now the capacity in the Cave is about 500, but it is apparently THEE most miserable place to play in as a travelling team. we’re a very rowdy crowd. we don’t boo our guys. we are deeply intimidating down to the last small child in CBR Brave facepaint.

on the topic of vibes: there are a few personalities at the rink who are pretty much fixtures. 1) the Cow Bell Guy; which is what it says on the tin. he brings a cow bell to every game and clangs it whenever something cool happens. when i say every game i mean like. i’ve seen him on monday nights when our beer league teams play godbless. (chatted to him a few times, his kid is a hockey fanatic and an ipad baby LMAO). 2) the Screamer; also what it says on the tin. Legend has it about 15 years ago she discovered hockey in an Autism Way and now she attends every home game and stands in the exact same corner. she heckles the SHIT out of the opposing team and honestly it would be kinda offputting if it was my team she was yelling at but she’s on MY side and so she’s a hero to me <3 i initially thought she was an overenthusiastic WAG or something but. no. she’s just on the hockey freak juice.

anyway. root for MY team. CBR BRAVE BEST TEAM OF ALL TIME EVER EVER EVER AND WE GOING TO THE CUP!!!!!

jokes aside please choose whatever team u like and have fun <3

[x-0ophelia0-x]

right person, wrong time.

Pairings: Ezra Bridger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Dramaaa

word count: 2,3K

summary: Your boyfriend gets killed while you where on a mission, betrayed by your own. Just when you thought that you could never find love again, you meet Ezra. Everything seems to go back to normal, until you see him again.

authors note: this fic is based of @shining-nebula2000‘s idea! I hope you like it 😭 should be proof read now. Also, I kinda forgot that you can’t really bleed out because of blaster fire while writing this-

never the less, here’s some dramaaa

Not as much as I originally planned to but anywayyy

enjoy <3

Hysio Asteen

Beloved son, friend and partner

Ever since that day you questioned yourself if you’d be able to love anyone else ever again.

If you’d be able to feel the happiness he provided for you.

If you’d be able to see the light and embrace it’s warmth the same again.

If you’d be able to move on, knowing that your lover‘s life was cut short due to the actions of someone who betrayed the Rebellion. 

You were out on a mission which escalated quickly. 

Hysio, your partner, had to steal some important blueprints from the empire. You two were accompanied by your teammates, ensuring your safety throughout your risky mission,

But one of them had to betray you, one of them had to raise his blaster when Hysio ran back, aiming for his heart and pulling the trigger. Ending his life just because the empire seemed more promising, safer and stronger.

Your teammates took care of him while you were petrified. 

„Hysio!“

You screamed out his name in pure shock, seeing how his body fell down. His breath was rapid, his hand trying to put pressure on the wound but nothing could save him right now. He’d die if he didn’t get any professional medical attention now. 

You ran to him, kneeling down beside him, holding him close while your tears blurred your vision. Trying to add the pressure he held over his wound with your hands, but it was too much. You couldn’t give him the medical attention he needed right now, his wound was to severe and his immense blood loss added a factor to his low survival chances.

„you.. you have to go“

He tried to say, his voice weakening more and more with every passing second. In his other hand was a stick, the one he had put the blueprints on.

He gave the stick to you, knowing that the rebellion needed those blueprints.

„you need to finish what we started.. please..“

His voice trembled, due to his pain but also him knowing that he’d die… leaving you alone.

„No!!.. you can’t ask this from me..! I-I won’t let you- I can’t let you die here!“

You cried even more, looking at him knowing that your time with him was running out. His eyes still held the same kindness for you, even in his last moments he tried his best to calm you down.

„I don’t regret anything in my life.. thanks to you“

He continued while you protested. Taking in his features, making sure that you wouldn’t ever forget his face. Just as you tried to tell the others to help you carry him to your shuttle, the sound of multiple footsteps filled your ears.

„you got to hurry..! They’re coming“

He said, his voice even weaker now. 

Everything that happened after that was blurry. Your teammates rushed to you, seperating you from him. You managed to share your last kiss with him before they dragged you away, running away from the incoming stormtroopers. 

„Hysio!.. I love you!“

You yelled as you turned your head for one last time, locking gazes with his dying form. He then smiled after hearing your words, using all of his remaining strength to yell back.

„I love you too y/n!.. I always will..!“

-

Two years passed since that day. The blueprints indeed helped the Rebellion a lot. They helped us to find weaknesses in imperial transporters, making it easier to attack them, getting our crates with much lesser losses then before. 

Your boyfriends sacrifice saved a lot of lives. Princess Leia Organa even appeared in his funeral. 

His death left you emotionally shattered. His dying form a constant element of your nightmares. Reminding you of that day.

Due to your former teammates betrayal which led to Hysios death, you needed some time to regain the ability to trust someone again. And that day eventually came. 

You were reassigned to the ghost crew. Being spectre seven, living in the ghost and also helping them on their missions. It wasn’t easy at first but they gave you the time and space you needed, never pushing you too far.

Just when you thought that you could never let anyone else in your heart again, you met him.

Ezra Bridger, Padawan of Kanan Jarrus, offered you his help to get more control over your dreams. You had told the crew about your nightmares since you basically woke Sabine up every night. Sharing a cabin with you was rough at the start.

You hesitated at first but then accepted it, letting him help you, trusting him a little bit more then the rest of your newfound family. 

And somehow you felt at ease again, at peace. Ever since you spent more time with him you seemed happier, that the walls you slowly built up started to fade away.

You didn’t want to replace Hysios special place in your heart with someone else, but you couldn’t reject Ezra neither. 

He made you happy again, helped you when you were at your worst and he even accepted the fact that you needed time to let someone else in your heart again. 

Hysios death broke you but Ezra somehow managed to fix you.

So you decided to again open up your heart for someone. You couldn’t stay this way forever, you had to move on and Ezra was the one who showed you that it was possible. Letting you feel the warmth of the light you fought for again.

You were a couple now, spending even more time together then before, going out to watch the night sky and count stars, to play with loth cats, fight against imperial inquisitors, collecting new helmets for Ezra’s silly collection, fly together to missions and having your little moments. 

Most of your activities where considered normal couple activities, one of them being to watch the night sky with him, falling asleep on his shoulder when you, again, forgot about the time. This one was your absolute favorite.

-

You two were separated for a mission. Ezra was with Kanan and the others on the Phantom while you were with Hera on the Ghost.

When they successfully stole more crates, they flew back to Atollon, where you and Hera waited for them.

You didn’t notice the person who was observing you from afar. 

The shadow that sneaked into the base, looking for one person. You.

When you saw the Phantom docking to the Ghost you ran to the ramp, waiting for Ezra to come out. And so he did. The ramp opened, revealing your boyfriend. 

The person that followed you started to walk towards you. He’d recognize you anywhere. Just when he was near enough for you to hear him if he’d talk to you, he froze. His heart skipping a beat when he saw how you ran towards the boy from the ship. Engulfing him into a tight embrace while you two shared a kiss. 

„How did it go?“

You asked.

„Like always“

Ezra answered nervously, bringing up his arm against his face, looking to the side. You took the hint that he was hiding something, or even better, didn’t want to admit something.

„hmmm.. always as in ‚we got in trouble but managed to flee always‘“?

You grinned, bringing up your hand to his chin, slowly turning his face back to yours so that you could see him better. 

„okay you’re right.. chopper had to navigate us back.. it was risky“

He admitted, not amused since he had to tell her that they were saved by chopper. This droid‘s ego grew even bigger since this happened.

„But it wasn’t my fault this time!.. Sabine decided to leave an artwork behind which slowed us down when the stormtroopers arrived.“

He added, not wanting to admit that it was also kind of his fault because he forgot to tell them that they were coming after he chased one down for his helmet. He wouldn’t tell her this detail tho, not even Kanan knows about this.

„What the.. fuck“

Your heads turned to the direction you heard the voice from. 

It was a deep and strained voice, but it was familiar to you. When you looked at the person infront of you, your eyes widened in shock and disbelief. 

It was him. Hysio. 

„H-Hysio..“

You whispered, the amount of disbelief evident in your voice.

„how.. you.. y-you died..?“

You were tense, not knowing what to feel right now as you felt multiple emotions at once. Ezra noticed it, you told him everything about him and how you thought that he died. Your mental state was destroyed and it took you long enough to even feel happiness again.

„well.. I didn’t…“

His voice was different. He still had his characteristic undertone but right now.. the only thing it did was to send a shivers down her spine.

„After you left and the troopers arrived, they took me to some medical facility. I don’t even know what they did but it saved my life…“

You were speechless. All this years and he was alive. While you thought that you had lost him forever. 

„.. at some point I wished that they would’ve let me die that day.. the things they did.. they wanted information about everyone and everything, they noticed that I wouldn’t tell them a thing and decided to use other methods.“

His voice seemed like as if he was holding something back. Some words came out through gritted teeth, you also noticed how his arm was trembling.

„..the mere thought of you gave me the strength I needed to survive that and to escape this hell at some point. Spending months to find you… just to find out..“

He now was looking at Ezra and something in his eyes twitched, the small amount of softness that they held earlier was replaced by anger and disgust.

„.. Just to find you kissing some other bastard?!“

He yelled the last part, his anger now completely on display. The look on his face while he looked at Ezra was one you never saw on him before. As if he’d be ready to kill him right now. Your were left speechless, not knowing what to do. 

Ezra once again noticed your unease, tightening his grip around you.

„She thought that you were dead.. there was a funeral that even Princess Leia attended to..“

He tried to say, but he also didn’t find the right words right now. 

„So the best thing she could do was betray me?!“

Hysio was furious, not caring at all if others heard him yell. 

„I-I didn’t.. I-„

„You what?! Saw me die and chose to let him steal you from me?!“

Hysio cut her off, stepping closer to them with each word.

„Hey! Let’s try and talk about this without th-„

„I don’t have anything to talk with you about! As for you“

His gaze moved to yours, seeing how you clinged on Ezra, tears ready to fall. 

„I didn’t think that it’d be so easy for you to forget what we had“

„Hysio.. please don’t do this..!“

You cried, not believing what was happening right now. 

„I guess I was wrong about you.“

He then turned to leave, not wanting to look at your eyes ever again. Murmuring something under his breath that was just loud enough to be heard by you.

„Can’t believe I did all of this for a fucking whore“

And something within Ezra then snapped. Even if this guy was your former boyfriend, he had no right to call you like that, and seeing how you reacted when you heard his words, it was his turn to be angry now. 

So he did what he did the best. Disobeying Kanan‘s order to not let his emotions get the best of him.

He ran to him and just when Hysio turned around, facing him, it was too late. 

He punched him straight to his face.

„Don’t you ever dare to disrespect her like that!“

Ezra yelled, ready to hit him again. But Zeb was faster, after seeing what was going on and how Ezra made sure that this guys teeth would need a dentist, he ran to him, holding his arm just before he could land another hit.

„Calm down boy.. even if he deserves that.. you shouldn’t waste your strength on him“

Hysio at the other hand didn’t care and lunged towards Ezra, punching him at his abdomen while both he and Zeb were taken aback by the sudden attack. Sabine then rushed to tackle Hysio down, holding him still while she waited for help to come. 

„You fucking asshole! You stole her.. you fucking stole her from me!“

„Can you even imagine how broken she was?! She needed over a year to openly talk to anyone here! I tried to help her.. she is happy again, I didn’t ‚steal‘ her! And.. I love her alright?!“

Hysio broke down, not believing what he was going through right now.

Zeb then let go of Ezra, letting him walk back to you while he helped Sabine holding Hysio back. You were still shocked, walking towards Ezra, hugging him while you hid your face into his neck, wanting to disappear right now.

He returned the hug, placing his hand to the back of your head, holding you gently, trying to calm you down.

„It’s going to be alright..“

While you still tried to calm down after your encounter with Hysio, he on the other hand was brought to a cabin, all alone. Sabine and Zeb hoped that it’d calm him down, but little did they know what was going on in his mind.

As much as he wanted to hate you right now.. he couldn’t. 

He still loved you.. and that’d never change.. as much as he tried to right now.

[maochira]

oops i hope u see this before u right the request but can you make it a panic attack comfort type thing? 😭 (the bigbro!karasu request? 🫶🤍)

I can't really write about panic attacks (I don't have enough experience with them) but I can do anxiety attack comfort!!

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!younger sibling!reader, reader is about 2 years younger than Karasu, reader has social anxiety, comforting, anxiety attack with hyperventilating (how I experience them)

Your parents are both busy with work, so they gave the task of grocery shopping to you and your brother. You actually didn't feel like going at all, but leaving the chore to Tabito alone just felt wrong, so you decided to come along - even though you already noticed today is not the best mental health day.

Most of the time, you manage grocery shopping pretty okay. It does drain your energy a lot, but it's nothing you expected to be as hard on you as it is today. Even if you look away, you can feel the stares of all the strangers in the store, and they feel way more judging than usual. You know that's just your mind overreacting and 99% of the people don't cate about you, but your anxiety still rises each minute.

You try to ignore it and go on with grocery shopping, thinking to yourself it won't take that long anyways. You're more than halfway through the store and there are only a few more items you need to get.

Just to feel a little safer, you grab your brother's hand and hold it a little tightly. Tabito opens his mouth and is about to tease you for holding his hand like a little child, but he quickly notices you're feeling anxious. He immediately closes his mouth again and gives you a soft smile before ruffling your hair.

"We'll be done in a few minutes," He says as he takes a look at the shopping list on his phone, "We only need seven more things. You can get through this, right? I know you can." Tabito ruffles your hair a second time and pushes the shopping cart forwards.

Your brother really thought you could get through this without any further problems. He genuinely thought you'll be fine. That's why he didn't expect you to have an anxiety attack, but the moment your breathing only gets a little heavier, his full attention is on you. Tabito has helped you through your anxiety attacks many times already, so he knows what to do.

Well, except for that all the anxiety attacks he's helped you with were at home after something triggered you there or when the stress from feeling as if you were constantly judged by strangers still overwhelmed you when you arrived at home. Because of that, Tabito has started waiting at the front door to see how you're feeling whenever you're returning home.

Being in a more busy and not-so-private space makes him panic for a moment, but he knows he has to do something to help. Your brother quickly picks you up and walks around, trying to find a calmer area in the store. Because you're hyperventilating, your vision got a little blurry so you can barely comprehend where your brother is taking you. It doesn't make you any more anxious, though, since you know he's going to keep you safe.

Eventually, he finds an empty area where he settles you down on the floor and kneels down beside you. "Hey, hey. It's okay," he tries to reassure you, "Can you breathe together with me?" Tabito takes your hand and squeezes it gently.

Shortly after, he starts counting and takes some deep breaths while encouraging you to breathe together with him so you get your breathing back in control. In between he says short phrases like "You're doing good" and "Keep going, okay?" while you're calming your breathing down.

While comforting and helping you, Tabito doesn't look away for a single moment. Any other person's eyes on you would have made you even more uncomfortable, but your brother's presence and the reassuring look in his eyes calms you down more quickly.

Even though Tabito messes around with you and teases you most of the time, he knows at which moments he has to get serious. And he'll always make sure you know he'll be there to comfort you and keep you safe.

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[bestfriend491]

just read all your fics and they’re all amazing 🥹 bp women deserve all the love!! very excited for your ramonda and aneka/ayo fics especially not a lot write for them 😭 if you are open for requests, can i request an aneka/ayo where we get to see what happens after aneka quits the dora? i really wished they kept that deleted scene in 😩 that’s all and i hope you take lots of breaks and don’t pressure yourself 💕 thank you for your works!

Jurisdiction

Aneka x Ayo

Summary: Aneka's just quit the Dora Milaje. Talokan attacks are looming, and Ayo just wants the peace back.

Word Count: 3.4k

Angst with a happy ending

Warnings: None

Author's Note: Before we begin, l have to say that Introspection Part. 2 is coming out next week, and boy, am I excited 🤭 Keep an eye out for that. 😏 Also, writing this story nearly gave me a heart attack with how hard it was to get a solid plot. It nearly put me back in writers's jail, but i persevered! Okay, enjoy!

"Aneka?" The new General's voice echoed through the space she was in. Her eyes held blurry vision and she didn't know where she was.

She stood up from her position on the floor, letting the imaginary stars entertain her as she rubbed her eyes for relief.

"Aneka?" She tried again.

When the show finally stopped, she wished it hadn't. The green walls that she knew all too well welcoming her into her mind's maze of madness.

She was facing away from the contents of the room. Left to look at the cracked paint that slowly but surely chipped worse as the days went on. She felt a presence behind her.

His presence.

The presence that had been growing within her for years, maybe even decades.

He was big. Probably bigger than the last time she saw him. She couldn’t be sure.

He breathed as softly as always. Not moving. Just like usual.

With bated breath Ayo turned. Barely having room to, she went limb by limb, needing to find out how bad it was. How much damage she'd done. Needing to see if she could fix it like she usually did.

She knew it wasn't good, but when she saw him, grunting in pain more than anything, pulses of shock flowed from her heart through to the rest of her body.

He was big now. Worse than she'd ever seen him. He couldn't stand or shift, his body laying in one spot, watching her look at him.

Ayo's eyes grew wide, fixed on his state. Though she'd usually ignore him and try to leave the room to resume her dreaming, she was always aware of his connection to her. His connections to her mind and all that wandered in it.

He was the one thing that remained consistent with her. The elephant that sat in the corner of her room, absorbing all the unconfronted internal battles that Ayo fought.

Having memories of him even in her early years, Ayo knew him as her longest standing relationship with anything other than a human. Her most taxing one too.

All he usually did was stare at her with his dark eyes. The eyes of memory, that reflected all of Ayo’s worst moments.

After seeing what those eyes did at just 8 years old, she vowed to never look into them again. Staying in her corner of their shared room whenever she found herself dreaming of him again.

They were cordial roommates. Very well coordinated. Ayo knew how to get him to leave her alone and he didn't do much but grow anyway.

They'd created a strange codependency, which despite a few bad nights, worked to the benefit of them both.

As she looked at him now, helpless and pleading for her assistance; for her cooperation, she knew that it wasn't going to be an easy night.

He was blocking the door. Something that had only ever happened a couple of times. Always with bad endings to the night. It was the one thing she didn't need after the day she'd had, the rising conflict with Talokan having drained her of everything she had.

There were only two ways to get out of this.

Making him smaller, or waking herself up forcibly.

The latter would rob her of her sleep, leaving her body on edge for the rest of the night. Not a great way to spend the few free hours that she had with no new duties. But it would also get rid of him immediately. No questions asked.

The former would allow her to sleep for the entire night, resting with the animal that created this ultimatum. But it was invasive. Asking questions that Ayo couldn’t answer, or more so didn't want to answer. It required reliving moments that brought her key principles into question, inevitably exposing the holes in her idea of allegiance that she'd never been able to fill in.

Its solution was its cause. Confronting the inner debates that ran through her mind constantly. Never reaching a conclusive decision.

It was the truth that she didn't want to consume tonight.

She already knew what it would cover, the letters painted intricately on her elephant's face.

The issue that she'd been avoiding the most.

Loyalty… and all the things that came with it.

She would've much rather stayed laying awake for the rest of the night than touch that topic.

The woman was used to not sleeping anyway.

She began breaking down the green room and waking herself up in the process. Her physical body moved around to hold the support that it needed to get through without a panic attack.

But her support wasn't there.

Her wife wasn't there. She had chased her away.

All she was met with was a cold breeze forming an attack against her skin when she awoke.

Her breathing was shaky, and riddled with anxiety.

She wanted Aneka with her. She needed her with her. But that wasn't possible. The day's earlier events had ruined that possibility.

She’d pointed her spear at Okoye. Gotten every other Dora Milaje to do the same.

She’d threatened her with bloodshed, only hours after taking her position as General.

She was harsh and didn't consider the impact that this betrayal would bring. Barely minutes after burning that bridge she quickly lit fire to another. The pressure coming to an all time high.

"Beloved." Aneka had said so compassionately, voicing her concern over the extreme measures that had been threatened.

Ayo was the complete opposite. Dismissive and defensive.

"This is out of the scope of your duty, soldier." she had said. Only partially aware of who she was talking to when she saw the disbelief in Aneka’s eyes.

There was a fine line between speaking to her as a soldier and speaking to her as her wife. Aneka had addressed her as her wife, not as the General. And not receiving that same energy was disappointing at best and at worst an outright violation of the rules that they had established in their marriage.

Feeling no need to continue biting her tongue, she said the unthinkable. "And if I step outside the scope of my duty will you also point your spear at me?"

Cold metal hit Ayo’s hand just as images of her elephant crushing her had flashed through her mind. There was no breathing room. She had waited too long. Flown too close to the sun, and now she was actively falling from the sky.

"Don't do this." she pleaded, her mind occupied. She could fix this.

"Ndigqibile (I'm done)." Aneka said.

Or maybe she couldn’t; because she was.

Leaving and ignoring all Ayo’s further attempts to contact her for the 24 hours that passed.

It was possibly the fastest rise to success and fall from grace that there ever was. Ayo defenseless against it all.

Now she could barely breathe, making another attempt to call Aneka. Again she didn't answer, but instead of stopping her attempts at that point, she thought to send a voice-mail.

Starting shaky she tried to keep it short. "My love. I- uh…" eyes watering, she wiped them quickly.

"I know you're upset and don't want to talk to me. I'm sorry about what I said. I shouldn't have been so dismissive." She got stuck there and decided to send it off like that, rather than sitting saying nothing.

The clock's fastest arrow barely finished another rotation before she got a call on her beads.

'My love 👑'

She didn't let it finish a full ring before answering.

"My love?" She said, breathless and still teary eyed.

"What's got you upset?" Was all she got back.

"What?"

"Your message. I could hear that something's wrong."

Immediately Ayo tried to cover for herself, not wanting to make the few moments that this call would last for, about herself.

Aneka was clearly still mad. But she was also still a caring wife who knew every time Ayo wasn't okay.

"I couldn't sleep."

"You saw him again?"

Ayo nodded, not realising that they weren't in the same room.

"Yes." She continued.

She heard a sigh coming from Aneka. Then some movement.

"Are you still in bed?" Was the next question. When she gave her answer, Aneka began helping her calm down. Exactly like she would if she were in the palace room with Ayo.

It soothed her for a while, letting her melt into the soft bed for a while. But soon it became too calming, and she started seeing green again.

"It's happening again." She said, fear bubbling up again.

"Let it happen, beloved. Let yourself see him. Look at him." She heard.

So she did. Her body returned to the big green room with her oldest companion still there. He was only slightly smaller, still blocking the door.

Knowing that her options were limited and she actually had to face her fears, she felt almost completely bare. Her skin feeling colder than before and space feeling more limited.

"Keep breathing, Sthandwa." Her support gave her the strength to go on.

She stood again, going to him nervously as she placed her hand where his trunk started.

He didn't move, fixing his eyes to look at her as she looked at him.

His eyes were warm, inviting her to be at ease when she went through her tough memories.

When she looked deeply at those eyes, and let her subconscious take over, a bright light entered her view. The introduction to her first memory of true loyalty. Shown by her best friend.

Okoye stood defending her from a particularly aggressive bully. They were still young, so Okoye was tiny compared to them, but she fought in Ayo's honour, protecting her from harm.

It was the first time anyone did that for her. The first time that she'd felt personal loyalty being declared.

That memory was easy territory. A good opening to the more complicated things. It was the illusion that made her get comfortable, forgetting why she was there in the first place.

She wasn’t there to learn what loyalty was.

She understood and cherished the value of loyalty a lot. She was a very loyal person herself.

What kept her trapped in that room wasn't that.

It was the nuances that the rules of loyalty refused to answer for.

The memories of times where being loyal didn't help at all.

It was the one factor that she'd been avoiding for so long. Having to admit that she wasn’t as loyal as she thought.

She saw images of where it began.

In Dora Milaje training. Where for years she had been taught to protect the throne by any means. Her loyalty lying there before anywhere else. She worked hard alongside her fellow Adored Ones and they were all painfully conscious of the loyalty that this took, promising to fight for the throne no matter who sat on it.

It was the major loyalty in both her and her wife’s lives. Having to stay more loyal to the duties of the work that they did than to the people who encompassed this job.

It was harder than it looked. Never truly having full loyalty to the ones that they loved all because one never knew when it would clash with the throne that they protected.

Aneka had always been less conflicted with the decisions that being a Dora came with. Knowing herself enough to have an unspoken understanding that she was always going to connect to the people rather than the throne itself. It was a principle that she was willing to risk her job for. All possible life changes being thought out by her for if she was ever stripped of her duties.

It was why she'd so easily forfeited her years of hard work when Ayo seemed to struggle to choose between her new position and her longest standing friendship.

Ayo always struggled to choose sides; having to decide which people she’d defend if they both were at odds with each other. It was all so complicated. Something that would bring out the flaws in anyone. Something that would bring out the flaws in her.

The image of being pulled by both sides, only to tear straight through the middle in the process left her heart racing and her pores open and sweating from the anxiety that would build up.

Uncomfortable with being that uncomfortable, Ayo often avoided thinking about it at all costs.

To her, she was making the elephant that consumed the room in her head a beautiful artefact to be looked at. Avoiding it would preserve the beauty for longer.

The 'elephant' conversation came up quite often at home, as her wife did not share the same passion for observing the elephant from afar as she did. She wanted Ayo to be able to sleep in peace for the first time in a while.

It had been Ayo and the elephant from the day Killmonger was defeated.

The two had come home to the air being filled with questions. Ayo's heart wondered if the initial oath to protect the throne and only the throne was really a tactical agreement to make. Though her heart said otherwise.

She was restless for months, worried that her decision to not stand with the rightful royalty at the time was an incredible lack of judgement.

While Aneka had made the decision to go where her heart led her after that day. No matter how severe the possible consequences to her career would be.

Ayo choosing to observe her- at that point a medium sized elephant- simply took that statement from her wife and gave it a shrug. Not wanting to address how much it was weighing on her mind too.

‘It wasn’t going to happen again, so there was nothing to worry about anyway.’ Her brain told her as she laid in the green room at night. The only time that she’d ever dare entertain the idea of approaching her large mammal. She sat at one corner, trying to avoid staring at him too intensely.

He, on the other hand, watched her from the other side. He analysed her from head to toe. Not a word spoken but judgement escaping his giant eyes and entering the air.

“What do you want?” her pasted self probed, the intensity burning her from the inside.

The mammal didn’t speak, but words echoed in the room. Words formed by voices she didn’t recognize, in a language she didn’t recognize.

She couldn’t decipher precisely what the words said, but her instinct told her that her clock of avoidance was ticking.

Those nights she would wake up abruptly, breathing to connect herself back to her physical body. The message was far too clear. So clear that she didn’t sleep for a while after that. Worrying Aneka to no end.

She would often remember the eyes of the growing elephant, how desperately he wanted to be addressed, and taken care of. It was too much for her to handle.

The times that she would accidentally fall asleep, she often found herself trapped in the same cycle. Only the size of it all increased. His eyes, his aura, the message. Everything but the room that it took place in. That only grew smaller. More cramped.

Almost suffocating.

As Ayo looked at herself through his eyes now, she shed tears. Okoye appeared onscreen. The older version. The one she'd just seen the day before.

She saw the disbelief cover her face when she brought the other Dora Milaje out.

She saw all the times that Okoye chose her over everything. Then she saw a plain figure of the woman. Staring expectantly at her.

"I'm sorry!" She wept. "I don't know where my loyalty lies! I'm sorry."

Ayo felt the tears running down in her head and in real life.

"Loyalty is more complicated than that." She broke eye contact with the elephant.

That was the first time she heard a real word come out of the room and she knew it wasn't Aneka.

That only made her cry harder. The pressure of being shoved into the General position with no formal notice presenting itself.

"Ayo!"

That was her wife.

"Beloved, what's going on? Are you okay.?"

She looked up, the door no longer blocked.

Where had he gone? She had no clue.

"Ayo, you're scaring me."

Hearing her support, the door suddenly felt unimportant. She brought herself out of it.

"I'm okay," she whispered, actually wiping her tears away, "He went away."

"He went away?!" Aneka's excitement for her wife could be heard from afar.

"You did it!"

"I did." Ayo was completely shocked. He'd never gone away before. Her smile turned to a frown and she couldn't help but begin to overthink it.

"But he'll be back." She said, tensing up again.

"He probably will, beloved. But you'll just do what you did now again. And you'll do it again and again until the only memory of him will be when you're dreaming of the outside and see him doing something away from you. In the distance.

Right now, let's just be happy that he's gone for the night."

It wasn’t as cold for the remainder of the time that she called, and when she felt safe enough to, she went to sleep.

The next day, Aneka woke up to the conflicting feelings of not being sure where her and Ayo stood.

She was glad that the previous night had gone well. Happy that she'd been able to listen and support Ayo in confronting the elephant, but she still had her own full mind.

She was still battling with not knowing where Ayo’s loyalty stood. Though she put up a good front, Aneka was hurt by her wife's inability to tell her if her life would mean anything if she were to step out of line.

It wasn’t losing her place as a Dora Milaje that hurt. It was knowing that Ayo couldn’t give her a definite answer.

She trusted Ayo with her life in any other situation, but if she had to choose between her and the throne, Aneka wasn't sure if the same rules applied.

Maybe this was why she ignored the calls that Ayo had tried to send out to her when she was awake again. Maybe that is why she didn't answer the messages that followed said calls.

It was probably why she ignored the familiar footsteps that came barely an hour after the message. Why she ignored the soft knock that came through their bedroom door.

"My love?" She heard from the other side.

Silence.

"Aneka?"

Again, silence.

Until the sigh of defeat came. "Aneka, please open the door."

With a dry throat, she finally responded.

"It's open."

Ayo entered with the permission, being smart enough to have brought food and a neutral face with her. She looked more rested than before.

"Queen Ramonda went to find Nakia in Haiti."

She nodded in understanding, taking the food graciously before allowing her to sit next to her in their bed.

Instinctively she laid her head on Ayo's shoulder as she ate. The two did just that for an hour. Eat in silence.

When the food was finished they still sat, unsure where to take the conversation. Ayo wasn't oblivious to what she'd done. Just a bit unsure about how to start the conversation

"I'm sorry for not being able to answer you that night."

Aneka thought that it was a pretty good start. She hesitated, reminding herself not to dismiss her feelings with a reckless "It's okay."

She went for a more polished approach. "Seeing you so unsure about that hurt. A lot"

"I know. I'm really sorry. I trust you with my life and I want you to trust me with yours. I'd never kill you to protect the throne."

"What about Okoye?"

She took longer to answer that.

"I saw the way she looked at me. What I did hurt her. And I plan to go see her and talk as soon as I have time."

Aneka nodded, the mention of spare time making her question whether she was taking that away from her.

"Aren't you supposed to be somewhere else?"

"Probably. But the water society drama can wait."

"Should you be saying that as we sit in a house built over water?"

"Definitely not ,my love. Definitely not."

The two shared a laugh, giving themselves time to sit with each other. Just the two of them in the room. With nothing and no one else.

[sunfudge]

(Gonna send you another ask because I really wanna talk about the new Sunday leaks. HOPE YOU DON'T MIND!!)

AND I AGREE WITH YOU, THE DESIGN IS SO PRETTY, like the colours are so good?? AND WE GET TO SEE HIS WINGS TOO FHSKWKDKWJX I LOVE IT SO MUCH

But I still don't understand the astral express thing 😭 Elio said "And a brother and sister were doomed for eternal separation", which means that Sunday and Robin will never meet again. So why and how did Sunday join the astral express then? If he joins the astral express, he will still has a chance to meet Robin again

OOOOF I NEVER MIND TALKING ABOUT SUNDAY SEND AS MANY ASKS AS YOU WISH IT GIVES ME AN EXCUSE TO RAMBLE ABOUT HIM !!!!

This actually turned out a lot longer than I expected so I'll put this under a read more

The design is such a huge turn from the previous design, and I love that. The old design was almost entirely symmetrical apart from I believe the thigh belt he had, the piercings on his wings and the badge? Ooh actually I have the old design right here to look at and compare

Like LOOK HOW SYMMETRICAL THIS OLD DESIGN IS and we're going to something so massively asymmetrical?

I really wanna ramble about it but because we have so little information, like literally only his fucking in model boots for sure lol, and no information about what he'll be doing in the future so I have very little to go off, but I think this means massive change for him. To go from the way he is as an NPC design to his new playable design with an outfit that fucks on a number of levels we're looking at some pretty big character direction changing stuff

I really hoped they'd keep gold in his design, the gold suits him so well I love it so to see it still utilized in the new design is sending me to fucking Pluto

I'm still not 1000% sure that's even a ticket? Perhaps I'm misunderstanding what was being said on the Telegram leaks chat, but I got the impression it was a redraw of the previous art we already got before by an artist. If so, then surely the ticket would be based on the guess that the previous artist made? Because I'm still not sure if that first art was drawn by someone who actually saw the model or not.

Unless they're super dragging us out, surely a leaker would've very simply stated 'that IS an astral express ticket on Sunday's deisgn' so idk. Maybe they wouldn't have? Maybe they're keeping that info to themselves for whatever reason LMFAO who knows

I do still think that the biggest piece of evidence we have for anything at the moment is that Death of a Crow readable, to the point that I think that even if he does join the Express it'll have something to do with Elio. Like you said, if he joined the express he'd be able to see Robin again, but the future Elio talked about was super clear that they'd be doomed to an eternal separation. People have claimed this is due to their differing paths, however they'd still be able to see one another in that case. I think it's literal. As in they will actually be physically separated.

I'm still a huge Path of Finality Sunday truther and this is honestly because apart from Order I don't see him fitting into any other path, but when we learned more about Finality this patch I thought instantly that that was the only other path I could see him treading, the only other path that would fit him. I still feel that way now.

Since there's so much conflicting information about whether that ticket is even confirmed or not I take any art with the ticket with a grain of salt because when that blurry image dropped people quickly guessed it was a ticket first and then all the art came after. I initially thought the art was drawn based off the description of Sunday's design, not the person having actually seen the model. I may be wrong but the whole thing has been so muddy that I don't know what to believe.

Even so, the art of the design will be pretty accurate because we got a description of what it looked like back on July 7th. I honestly think that until someone posts the model, we'll be in the dark. And if he does join the Express, I think there'll be more to it than just him deciding to do that, and I still think he'll be connected to Elio. I just think that readable is such blatant foreshadowing for something.

[captainaikus]

heya!! congratulations on 2k!! honestly i adore your blog!! your blue lock works are second to none 😭 i hope you continue to bless us with your writings! i would like to join the match-up even if it’s possible!

i enjoy watching anime, films and shows. fantasy, sci-fi and adventure genres are my favorite for books! i also dig hiking and nature a lot 🌸 i dont like crowds but i like meeting new people! i’ve been described as a funny person who’s helpful overall, i like to crack jokes, making my friends laugh. and my insecurities are... countless tbh 😪 probably that i wear glasses and also i have a little social anxiety. i hope its enough! so excited to see who i’ll be matched up with! thank you for this event! 🌿

AA i forgot to add i’d like it to be sfw !! thanks again!🌿

Hi hi !! (๑•ᴗ•๑) I haven't reached 2k yet- still on 1.9k and when I do... I'm planning to open character asks again! tysm for your kind words and i'm glad you enjoy my writings! (also are you a new anon? cause if so, i can add you to the list if you like ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა) I match you with Gagamaru Gin!

- honestly I think everyone is expecting to be paired up with the main characters, but you and Gagamaru would make a good pair! (he's so underrated too) He's good with nature, can fight a bear and is the right person to ask to go on a hike with you. Besides that he's also very helpful cause he can tell which plants are safe to use or eat. Vibe I get is : nature loving and peaceful. "You're telling me that you can swing off the vines and land on another?" you asked, eyes widening as he lent you a hand to climb up the tree. "Mhm hm." "That's impossible." "If a man wearing a a brown... loin cloth can do why can't i?" Gin countered. "Cause he is a animated and he is Tarzan, grew up in the forest after he was stranded in the middle of it with Gorillas as his parents!" you argued back. "Guess you haven't met mother." Gin looked at you with a smirk as you rolled your eyes at him. "Climb on my back and whatever you do, don't look down." You could feel anxious at the height between the ground and where you stood, swallowing hard. "You're not a good listener." Gin said, lifting your chin up. "I have an idea." he added, hands reaching to the sides of your face, removing the glasses from them as your vision turned blurry. "There. Now hold on tight." he said, guiding your arms to his neck as your legs wrapped around his waist. "Here we go." was all he announced, taking a swing with the vine as you squealed. Reaching the ground, he set you on your feet, placing the glasses back on your face as he searched you from head to toe to see if you were alright. "... How'd it feel?" he asked in a baritone. You smiled at him, adjusting your glasses in a flustered manner. "It felt... like flying."

Hope you liked it!

[mo0n-water]

hello! sorry, my day yesterday wasn’t the best so i just gave up when it deleted itself but i’m trying again today! also, that grammar mistake when i said ‘do’ instead of ‘did’ is literally painful to look at, i’m sorry.

also hello to your friend, she sounds like a great person :)

i love finding comfort in art. it’s a feeling like no other when you are reading a book written in the 19th century or a poem from the 18th century or looking at a painting from the 16th century and it understands you more than your close friends or even yourself. there’s a line in a bob dylan song: ‘then she opened up a book of poems, and handed it to me, written by an italian poet from the 13th century. and every one of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off of every page like it was written in my soul”, i think that describes it perfectly.

life would be boring without a healthy dose of unnecessary personification.

i completely get what you are saying with the photo, i have this photo on my phone of a clearing in the woods which is quite blurry and unremarkable to the untrained eye but it’s from the first date i ever went on. i tried to take a photo of the girl i was with but she moved out of the way and i didn’t see her again in person for months and so all i had to remember being together by was a photo of some trees and the forest floor. though i’m not on speaking terms with her anymore, i can’t bear to delete the photo because it represents a whole era of my life and as much as i’d love to forget her, i think i’d hate it if i did.

i’ve never told anyone that before, woah.

I LOVE CLEOPATRA SO MUCH. it’s such a nostalgic song.

your lyric… i wish i could hear how it was sung. the best kind of music is when you can tell that it was written by someone who felt the words they spoke and that there’s a story hidden behind every line. i think it’s special that only you will ever truly understand what your songs mean.

i think whenever anyone asks me this question my first thought will always be this stupid innocent fantasy i’ve had since early childhood of time stopping and everyone i love and have ever loved coming together and just getting to be in their presence, peacefully and without expectation. i want to dance and hug and cry and be who i am when i’m alone with them.

but more realistically, i really really want someone to give me an annotated copy of their favourite book. i’d think i’d marry anyone who did that for me.

i like being anonymous because i feel like there’s less pressure and i can ask questions i wouldn’t normally ask. i also enjoy that we both know these tiny things about each other but none of the things you’d normally know about someone you’ve had multiple ‘conversations’ with.

my favourite lyric is, like, the whole of suzanne by leonard cohen but specifically: ‘and you know that she’s half crazy/but that’s why you want to be there/and she feeds you tea and oranges/that come all the way from china’. i think a lot about why i like those lyrics is how he sings it though.

my favourite harry songs are canyon moon, fine line and little freak :)

questions for you:

- what was the moment when you realised you were no longer a child?

- what kind of old person do you think you’ll be?

- what’s your dream house like?

- what do people forget?

- what’s the first thing you think about when you wake up?

hope your week is going well xx

ps. 🌷🌺🌸🌼🌻💐

pps. you wrote a song about me?? i’m SOBBING right now, i love you

ppps. 168 HOURS

help me. i didn’t even notice the grammar mistake (i was tired) but i’m laughing so hard now… lmfao. anyway, no worries on the timing! i hope your day today was better than the one before. (i am assuming it’s mostly over, thought that’s a bold assumption i guess!)

i did write a song about you 😭 i was wondering if you’d end up seeing that post, looks like you did haha. i was thinking about anonymity & what it means to know someone, literally exactly what you said about knowing tiny details but none of the things that you’d usually know about someone.

i’ve been thinking a lot about a question you asked a couple asks ago, which was something along the lines of what’s something that everyone should know about you. i think i said something which, in hindsight, was a longwinded & romanticized way of getting across the fact that i’m an extrovert. but an actual disclaimer is that if i meet you & decide that you’re interesting, you’re gonna get a song written about you & you do NOT wanna hear it lolol

okay, about your answers! i like what you said about sharing a space with people you know. i remember when i was growing up teachers would often ask “organize a dinner party of x amount of people, real or fictional, dead or alive” & i’d always pick friends & family. people i missed, & just people who i like to see.

i’m annotating a copy of one of my favorite books for a friend right now. she’s always said that she thinks it’s be the most phenomenal gift, & incidentally what you said about the flowers inspired me to finally go & do it. i think that’s a sweet idea, & i hope someone does it for you. it says a lot about you that what you want from someone else is just their thoughts on something they care about, plain & simple & honest.

clearly your music taste is phenomenal. suzanne, my beloved… leonard cohen is just AHHHH. ahhhh. good taste in harry songs as well, but it’s hard to have bad taste in harry songs… little freak is my favorite as well!

to answer your questions:

i don’t think i can put the one about childhood on the internet, for whatever that says about my upbringing. i’ll give you an ominous overview. i was in elementary school, & my parents had me sit down in my great grandma’s wicker chair because they needed to talk to me about something. i think the fact i was in elementary school is very sad. it wasn’t the first time i thought “i need to be grown up and mature from now on” but it was the first time i actually did. sounds like the opening to a book!

that’s a bummer. that’s such a bummer. sorry lolol

next question! by G-d, i will answer this in a positive & upbeat way. i don’t know what i’m gonna be like as an old person. i feel like that’s gonna be based on how i live my life? nostalgic, i think. i’m nostalgic as is, so i think that’s gonna get more and more true the older i get. always trying to preserve things, you know? i like nostalgia. my friends say i’m pretty grannycore as is, though.

i want my great granny’s old house in kentucky. it ain’t in the family anymore but that is genuinely the exact place i want to live. i’m a bit insane about it.

uhhhh i’ve been thinking a lot about something someone said about how pain is the one thing your mind will never ever remember right, & that’s why it’s hard to learn from your mistakes. i also think people forget that life comes in cycles, it’s very cyclical in nature, & that the phases you go through are never going to stick around forever. that goes for the good & the bad, you know?

today my first thought was “i wonder if question anon ever sent that ask in,” my second was “i wonder how (best friend) is doing in japan,” & my third was “i wonder if (girl i am Still Not Over) texted me.” i feel like in general, when i wake up, my first thoughts are always about people & what they’re up to. for the record, i did immediately go to check all three of those things, so i still haven’t gotten out of bed haha.

that’s that!

questions for you:

- what’s a silly life goal of yours? (random deja vu moment accompanied this)

- i can tell you appreciate people who are thoughtful & vulnerable, so what’s another quality you’d appreciate in a friend?

- if you could host a dinner party with any guests, living or dead or entirely fictional, who would you pick?

- what the fuck is that countdown for? favorite quote?

wishing you the best!

& for you:

[animebook-loverr]

BNHA men and fainting over fighting

Fandom: BNHA [Boku no Hero academia | My hero academia]

Characters included: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shoto, Katsuki Bakugo, Dabi

Genre: Fluff (some cursing on Katsuki's part. Who would've thought...👀

Warnings: Way too long?!?!?!!

Midoriya Izuku

Honestly you both don't really fight

I mean how can you argue with this cutie???????

But he probably overdid it with his training again and you were worried about him. But he couldn't stop, claiming that he had to get even stronger

Which made you angry. Not at him tho! You just were worried

And then you both started...a heated argument?

Then your vision became blurry, and your head throbbed and you passed out

This bby cinammon roll at first doesn't really know what is going on at first

But once he realizes that you passed out he will immediately rush to your side

He will shake your shoulders and call you name, with small tears brimming in his eyes

At first he would blame himself

But then he remembers that you would hate that and starts calming down a bit

But still has tears in his eyes (bby boi don't cry 😭🙏)

"Sweetheart...wake up, c'mon. I-I'll even stop training!"

He picks you up bridal style and Carrie's you to bed and cuddles to your side

When you wake up you see his green haired head resting on your stomach and you stroke it softly waking him up

Deku immediately fusses over you

"Are you all right?! Do you need anything?? I'm so sorry, I promised I will watch out for myself pls don't be mad-"

For the next week you can be relax in bed honey this boi will take care of his sweetheart

He's luke an excited puppy when he tells you how he did the chores around the house and how he didn't overdid it with his training

Todoroki Shoto

How could you start an argument with tis baby??????

But for the sake of this post we will pretend that you have gotten into an argument about something stupid 😤

Shoto wanted to turn around and go for a walk, because he wanted to clear his mind when he heard a loud THUMP

He whirled around and found your face implanted on the floor

He rushes over to you but once he checks your pulse and breathing he calms down

Dude's so worried on the inside but if anyone other then you would've seen him they would be like: aren't ya worried bro???👁👄👁

But you would've notice how his blue and grey colored yes dated around the room trying to distract himself, constantly reassuring himself you're gonna wake up soon

As soon as you do you see that he has been doing the chores around the house

He sits next to you in your shared bed with the tea in your hands he has been making you

"Y/N...I'm sorry. Forgive me."

"I'm sorry too Sho...how about we just forget it?

Even tho he agreed to it he still keeps an close eye on you and as soon as someone becomes a bother to you he goes all like: piss off or I'll turn your toast (pun intended)

Katsuki Bakugo

Fights were nothing unusual between you too

Even tho he was more gentle and loving with you his hotheadadness (???) Was just a rather annoying part of him

So one day without watching his words he had unintentionally insulted you once again

After yelling he went out and left you alone

You were making dinner when you felt dizzy and dropped to the floor

Half an hour later Katsuki came back and found you like that in the kitchen

He thought that you were just being dramatic and that you wanted to get back at him

So he just rolls his eyes and calmly walks over to you

"Oi, brat. Wake up. I know that ya are just acting."

No response

"Oi!"

Still nothing

Only then does he realize what he has done

Curses. A lot. Mainly curses at him tho.

Tears were flowing down his red cheeks.

He would never dream of hurting you, but here you were unconscious because he was a proud Baka

Not that he would ever admit that tho

Mans so worried

He begrudgingly apologizes with a cute angry pout

But much like Shoto keeps a close eye on you from now on and murders fights anyone if they start bothering you

Dabi | Todoroki Touya

MARRY ME-

Ahem, so an argument is very one sided with him actually

Coz, he's a manchild and will tune you out most of the time and when he has had enough he will shut ya up with a Kith, coz it makes you flustered

Just when he turned around you were falling towards the ground

But before you can hurt your pretty head he catches you mid-fall

Mans not too worried, but worried

Has this happend before? Are you okay? Did he overdo it this time?

He will probably just lay there with you on the ground till ya wake up

And grab some snacks...maybe 👀

Once you wake up, you can just sense that he dropped his cocky boy demeanor, and can tell that he was genuinely worried and it makes melt

He kisses you on the cheek while look everywhere but your eyes and you get the hint

He's trying to say sorry

Will abondend missions with the LoV just to take care of you even tho you tell him your fine

Girl, let him take care of you it's not everyday that you see soft Dabi alright?!?!? 🥺

[sinfulwrites]

What about something fluffy, maybe first proper cuddling session with Michael (any version, or all versions) after long exhausting day? 👉👈 Or did you already write something like this?

Sorry for spamming. I should do to sleep but I can't force myself.

Hi 🥺❤ Sorry this took a while, I was at work when I got it and I wanted to give it plenty of attention 😭

I definitely had this idea in mind, and I absolutely plan to use it in a big post for all the slashers. Right now I'm only able to give you RZ Michael, because I want to get out as many requests as I can before I go to bed tonight. I figured you would like RZ's the most for now because I know we both love the big soft boys 🥺❤. Hope you like it!

Please hold me.

If your key missed the keyhole on your door knob missed one more time, you were sure you would scream. You were having the day from hell, everything went wrong today. Work was long and chaotic, you got screamed at almost all day, and every time you solved one problem two more showed up. You were so busy you didn’t have time to eat, so you were starving. You had to have had three breakdowns in the bathroom today. You forgot to bring an umbrella with you to work, and of course, it rained. So of course, you got drenched while walking into your job, and back to your car, and of course when you had to walk up your walkway to finally get to shelter under your awning, which of course sprung a leak right above the door. But finally, an act of mercy, your key slid in the keyhole and you could finally go inside.

No sooner than your soaking wet shoes meet your once clean carpet did you see your lover approaching you from the stairwell. He must have heard your struggle at the door and was coming to let you in, but you beat him to it. You could barely muster up a hello to Michael before a sob ripped through your lips and you collapsed into his chest. He was caught off guard, to say the least. He’s never heard you cry like this before. Nearly screaming into his chest as your hands clutched onto his shirt like your life depended on it. He could only think of one thing; bad day.

He didn’t think twice about it, he knelt down so he could hook his arm under your legs and lift you in his arms when your back fell back into his other arm. You dropped your bags in shock and could only gasp when you were suddenly face to face with your paramour. He met you in a short stare, yours being a lot more blurry from your tears, before pulling your face into his shoulder so you could finish crying out your frustrations while he carries you up to your bedroom. Your sobs in his shoulder made his stomach drop the entire ascend to your bedroom. How he wished to make you feel better, but he knew this wasn’t a problem he could get rid off with his hands. He felt powerless against your personal demons, but he would be damned if he didn’t try to fight them for you. Even if he had no idea how.

Michael used his foot to push your bedroom door open, and although he had to kneel a considerable amount to get through the doorway, he was determined to get you comfortable in bed. He sat down on your bed first before he navigated you out of his lap onto your back in your bed. You could only miserably whimper and wipe your eyes, and he could only watch you continue to sink into your sorrows, but he was far from giving up. He first gave you the stuffed animal you kept on the bed to hold close, which you did almost immediately when he handed it to you. You hugged it and started to rock it in your arms as the sobs started to come out of your sore throat. Michael felt like he was just making it worse, but he was still determined to do something for you. He briefly left your side, and in a rare moment of urgency for him, he raced down the stairs to fetch you your favorite drink. He sounded like a train running through your house when he rushed back upstairs but he slowed back down when he came back into your room with the glass of, remarkably, unspilled tea. When you finally sat up straight and took the cup from him, he waited for you to take a sip before turning to your drawers, where he knew your pajamas were. He pulled out your favorite pair and even a clean pair of underwear for you, and then held them out for you to take. He urged you on with little gestures before you put the cup down on your night stand and took the clothes from him. Michael finally felt some relief, you finally stopped crying. For a minute, he was beginning to think he couldn’t help you. You two shared another stare down, and now he was beginning to make small gestures to your clean clothes with his eyes. Now his stomach was starting to drop again. Were you about to burst into tears again? Did you feel better? He couldn’t understand, and it was starting to get to him.

“Michael…” You finally spoke, and he nearly jumped when you did. You could see his shoulders immediately sag in relief when you didn’t fall back into another sobbing fit. You did, however, place your pajamas beside you and hold your arms out to him. “Can you please hold me? Just… Please hold me for a little bit.”

He has never felt such eagerness to fulfill a request for you, he didn’t express this of course, but he was definitely giddy inside as he approached you on the bed and sat beside you, on your pajamas but neither one of you cared at that moment. He pulled you back in his lap before laying down on his side, keeping you close and snug with his arms and legs keeping you close and safe. Your arms and legs wrapped around him as well, slipping right into him like a puzzle piece. While you melted right into him, Michael’s mind was going a mile a minute. He was completely stiff when you both landed on the bed, but the longer you stayed connected, the more he loosened up. His hands were no longer struggling not to rip your shirt with his death grip, and soon began to smooth out and began to stroke your back in experimental strokes. He allowed his shoulders to sag once again and let his cheek rest on top of your head.

You both closed your eyes and allowed yourselves to drift off. There would be some cleaning up to do tomorrow, but it was a worry for tomorrow. Right now, neither of you are going anywhere. If you could, you both would never leave this bed ever again.

[takenbyheartstrings]

[pt.2] OVER THE FENCE

summary: You're home from college over the summer and so are the rest of the kids from your hometown's neighbourhood. Despite your tragic efforts to ignore him... what happens when you run into the boy next door?

pairing: ex best friend + neighbour!tom holland x fem!reader.

warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of drugs (weed), alcohol consumption, mentions of sex and obviously swearing.

word count. 4k

authors note. HIIII ik this is two days early! (i've decided to upload weekly instead of a set day!) but i couldn't help it 😭 i hope you enjoy it <33!!!

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You woke up the next morning and your head was pounding. You regretted ever going to the bar, and as memories flooded from the night before (which was still quite blurry), the last thing you could remember from last night was vomiting all over Tom's shoes. You turned around and faced your pillow, screaming into it. Fuck, how could you ever go outside? Half the town has probably heard about it thanks to Tom's loud mouth.

Something you regretted more, however, was looking at the time you had woken up: 1pm. Great, one day back and you can't even wake up early to hang out with your friends. You sighed Whatever, the town's not going anywhere.

You sighed as your eyes flicked around your childhood bedroom, there was one photo of you and Tom that you had never taken down. You were way too proud of winning the drama contest in your second last year of highschool to do so. It was the only year you had won. Your school had multiple events like this, science fair, writing competitions. Drama was something both you and Tom excelled in. You both wrote your own play, you did it as friends and had so much fun. You remembered it like yesterday.

"GOD! You never stop!" Rosalie yelled at her husband, "I've given you so many chances, selfish hag. But every time I come home from a weekend away there's always a different girl."

"BUT I STILL LOVE YOU." Lawrence yells back at.

"IF YOU LOVED ME YOU WOULDN'T SCREW ME OVER, WOULD YOU, LAWRENCE?" Rosalie matched her tone, tears streaming down her face, "Love means nothing if you continue to throw it away."

The lights went dim around the two as you looked at Tom through the darkness. Your play had gone by quite swimmingly, you and Tom had both forgotten a line, improvising your way through the mistakes. You ran into into him, throwing your arms around his neck. An applause in the background.

"We really just did that!" You smiled softly.

"Yeah we did." He chuckled.

Before the lights could come back on you both ran backstage.

"You were amazing, Tom... I mean it."

"So were you. None of this would even be possible without you." He smiles, "and even if we don't win. This was still a lot of fun. I can't wait to share a stage with you again."

"Me too, Tommy," You took a deep breath and smiled, "Me too."

You shuddered at the memory, it hurt a lot, it was something you thought about quite often as your part of the ribbon sat in your dorm room, the one you had both cut in half. You always questioned why they had gave you both one.

Finally getting out of bed you made your way to the bathroom and did all your usual stuff like it was seven am, as you planned to wake up. You got dressed and texted your friends. After poking around at you for the fact that you had woken up at one o'clock in the afternoon. They told you they were sitting at the community pool.

You scoffed, removing every article of clothing that you had on, before slipping a bikini on. You never felt too great about how you looked in a swimming costume, but your friends would always make you feel okay about it for a while. You thought back to when some kids were making fun of you for the way you looked and Tom sucker punched the one doing it the most so they all ran. You winced at the memory. It hurt to think about it. Yet, by some miracle, every time you put on a pair of swimmers, that was the first memory that came to mind. You threw a pair of shorts and a t-shirt back over.

Everything in your life surrounded Tom and you were over it.

You quickly grabbed your beach bag from under your bed and shoved a towel and sunscreen bottles inside it, accompanied by a hat and your favourite book.

Walking downstairs the house was empty, figuring that your parents might be at their cafe, so you grabbed an apple - not really bothered to make anything for breakfast, making your way to the pool.

Your flip-flops echoed down the quiet streets of the afternoon, it was hot to say the least, muggy. You don't know why you had to live in the hottest part of the U.K... everyone hated the cold, but there was something about it you couldn't shake off. You liked the cold. You loved the romance that could blossom from it, you loved the snow, you loved your coat, your jeans, your boots. Sometimes it could be inconvenient, like that one time the heater in your dorm stopped working, but you had a heated blanket and Alex didn't so she cuddled up with you on the couch watching movies until the repair guy came. You laughed quietly to yourself, as you walked through the main part of town you waved to people saying hello to you. Of course, there were the few people that didn't know you. The newbies. But that was only because your parents hadn't managed to get them and you in the same room.

You were getting closer to the pool as the sun became brighter, you could feel sweat starting to form in all sorts of places.

"MARCO!" You heard a familiar voice.

"POLO!" Another familiar voice called.

As you finally approached you could see Tom, Harry, Haz, Sam and Paddy playing Marco Polo with some of the other neighbourhood kids as Alex and Willow sat by the pool, Alex was lying on her back tanning her pale complexion and Willow was sat with a large sun hat on, reading a book.

Whilst you made your way to your friends, Tom thankfully hadn't seen you due to the game needed his eyes to be closed for his turn, but it's a funny thing, the universe. As soon as you sat down, he tagged someone else. His eyes made his way over to you. As you put your things down, you could feel his eyes staring into you, so much so, you didn't want to turn around.

"I'm gonna take a dip, come with me babe?" Alex asked Willow who smiled sweetly, nodding, putting down her book.

"What about me!?" You questioned them.

Willow chuckled, "Get yourself sorted first."

You rolled your eyes watching them get out of the pool, everyone in the current area was currently in the pool except for you - and it was quite a big, wide pool, so there was plenty of space for everyone. People had floaties with lemons and watermelons. Someone even had a unicorn.

Your regret had finally settled in as you saw the bottle of sunscreen sitting in your bag. God, how am i supposed to do this all on my own? You were glad for the spray, spraying the sunscreen all over your front and your legs, using the bottle on your face. But the other half of your body wasn't going to be able to be reached by you.

Fuck me.

The only other person out of the pool you knew had gotten out of the pool. Your eyes met Toms, and he looked down at the bottle. His eyes going wide for a second, you stomped over putting on an angry front.

"Need my help?" Tom questioned you.

You sighed heavy, "Yeah I do."

"Are you sure?"

"Just get it over with, you're a big boy, we're both adults. Besides," You nodded your head to Alex and Willow who had just kissed and were now splashing each other with water, "They're doing couple shit and I don't wanna get in the way."

Tom shrugged, "Fine," He snatched the bottle out of your hands as you took a seat on one of those long pool chairs, Tom sitting on the part that dipped slightly, and you sat on the curved part. You could hear the squeeze of sunscreen onto his hands, "That was considerate of you." He tried to comment.

"Like you would know a lot about that." You scoffed.

Tom didn't talk after that. You crossed your arms, eager to get this over with, but as Tom's hands touched your body. Your eyes widened. He rubbed your bare skin, your back, his hands felt like fire. He massaged the sunscreen onto you and it felt like he was almost giving you an actual massage. You could feel the tension starting to leave your body. As he touched you, you let your mind go places. But as soon as you realised, you had to speak up. His hands rubbing in the sunscreen.

"I'm sorry,"" You blurted.

"For what?" He questions.

"Vomiting on your shoes." The least sexy thing you could think of in that moment. You were actually sorry, but there was also part of you that would gladly do it again.

"'S alright." He commented, lifting his hands. But they felt like they were still there. Leaving a burning imprint on your skin. Thankfully, everyone was distracted playing games, or making out to see the quick interaction as Tom ran back into the pool jumping in.

You sat there unsure of what to do with yourself. Maybe you'd take on Willow's idea of reading a book. You sat in the sun, basking in the sun, a pair of eyes watching you intently when they weren't supposed to be, "MARCO!"

The day went by fast (for you anyway), you had dipped into the pool a few times, sitting there doing nothing. Alex and Willow were doing their own thing and tried to include you but ultimately, you were still a third wheel. Which was fine. It's Summer, they should be spending time together. As sunset fell, people started to clear out and you noticed Haz sitting alone by the pool, which gave you the perfect excuse and time to catch upto him.

"Haz!" You cheered as the shirtless boy smiled.

He chuckled, "Haven't seen you since last night... how's that hangover?"

You sighed, "It's getting better, this day out has kinda mended it? Even if the pool was loud today it was kinda calming, y'know?"

He nodded, "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean." You take a seat next to him.

You managed to start a conversation and talk for a bit. The conversation was pretty empty, all things considered, you did call each other on FaceTime, so Haz knew a lot of things already. You talked about your plans for the summer until Harry, Sam, Paddy and Tom came back with food.

Paddy smiled at you, "Hey, Y/n." The boy blushed - always had a little crush on you.

"Hi Paddy," You smiled back, "Well, I best be going." You stood up but Harry chuckled.

"Why don't you stay for food?" He questioned you.

You only shook your head, "Nah my parents need me back at home," A little lie couldn't hurt.

"C'mon, I'm sure it's not desperate!" Sam chuckled bumping the youngest brother's shoulder, "Besides I'm sure Paddy would like that."

You scoffed, "Stop teasing him and I'll stay."

"Can't promise that."

"If you want me to stay, you're gonna have to."

"Fine," Sam rolled his eyes as Haz also stood and you all made your way to a nearby table.

You tried your best to avoid Tom but it wasn't long before the boys started having a conversation, trying to rope you into it as you ate some chips and Haz had split his burger with you, which you argued against, but he had insisted saying "he wouldn't be able to finish it anyway", to which you scoffed at, but agreed.

Paddy smiled, looking at you, "So, y/n, are you going to the Summer Festival?"

Ahhh, the summer festival, it had been a thing ever since you could remember. They'd bring out all the stops. The florist had these roses that you would give to someone you loved on that night. They had a cotton candy machine. A Ferris Wheel. Your parents had a food truck and so did other local vendors, like the diner and the ice-cream shop. People would get up and dance, and the girl Allison, who owned the record shop and ran the local radio station would sing a couple songs. There were other rides too. Almost everyone would attend, considering your town only had around 1,500 residents. The next town over was considerably larger, but people had no problem finding work here, especially at the Summer Festival where people could set up little homemade shops.

You smiled biting a hot chip, "'Course!" You laughed, "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"You planning on giving anyone a rose?" Harry wiggled his eyebrows and you tensed slightly.

You shook your head, "Nah, there's no one here for me to give one too. What about you, huh? How're you and Allison anyway?"

He shrugged, "We broke up, but it was actually mutual, we both wanted to end things - both stuck in this loop, I dunno... but we're friends, that never changed. Maybe a bit awkward at times." He shrugged.

"Oh I'm sorry, Harry." You pouted.

He shakes his head, "Don't be,"

For the first time that night Tom actually said something, you had both been silent, listening intently to what Harry, Sam, Paddy and Haz had to say as they joked and laughed, earning a few chuckles from you both.

"Next time you come by my dorm I can introduce you to someone," Tom offers, "Only if you want to, man." Tom pats his brothers arm.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that."

You stood abruptly, and all eyes landed on you. Hearing Tom talk about school enabled something in you, something like a fight or flight response and you had made your way to the airport, "Well I'd better go." You gave a tight lipped smile before walking back to the chair you had sat at when the day started, grabbing your things, slipping on your flip flops and leaving.

Before you could leave the pool, Harry called out to you, "WE'RE HAVING A PARTY TOMORROW, YOU, WILLOW AND ALEX ARE WELCOME TO COME!"

You flashed him a quick thumbs up, before you shuffled your way back home, trying to breathe, but God was it hard. It didn't matter what Tom was talking about, but school? Maybe it had slipped his mind that it was in front of you. But how could he possibly know that you would leave if he said the word "Dorm". You didn't know what had come over you. When you opened the door, you made your way into the main part of the house and saw your parents hunched over the dining table.

"Sweetie! You're back!" Your mother stood up and kissed your slightly burnt cheeks, it made you wince slightly.

You set your beach bag down, "What're you guys doing?"

"Oh, we're planning for the Summer Festival." Your dad sighed, "We can't really figure out what flowers we want in front of our truck." Your dad pondered.

There were lilies and hibiscus, two totally different options, "You guys should go with the hibiscus," You smiled sweetly at your parents and they smiled back.

"Alright," Your mum started to pack things up, "Go get some rest, you woke up late today."

You chuckled, "Will do, g'night, love you." You made your way up the stairs, hopping into the shower and letting the hot water fall over your body.

--

The next night you, Willow and Alex were getting ready for the party. Your day today was slow. You were hoping this would be a pick me up, you could use a drink. You could use the loud music. You could use a distraction.

Willow and Alex had already gotten dressed. Willow was sporting a lovely pair of black trousers and a body suit with a v-neck that climbed right below her boobs. A long necklace hung around her neck, her hair in curls. Alex on the other hand was in a nice, skin tight dress, it was a bright pink and had some sort of fluffy lining around the bottom of its skirt. But they were trying to convince you to wear this one dress they had snuck from your dorm room after you left. You had never worn it out, always too scared of what people would say about it. It was a deep red colour, spagetti straps lined the shoulders, a v-neck cut, which led into two slits on either side of your waist, connecting the skirt to the top. You don't know why you bought it. Maybe it was because you felt sexy in that moment. But you had never worn it out and you weren't planning on it.

"C'mon, just do it." Alex sighed, "You have nothing else unless you want to look like a fucking camp counsellor."

"It's just not the time," You tried to reason, your excuses getting weak. They had been trying to get you in this every time you went to a party. Your mistake for showing them. You knew they were just trying to be good friends and pushed you, so you made the effort not to be pissed. It's not like you hadn't done this to them before. Convincing them to wear something you liked on them - the difference being, they actually wore the item.

Willow let out a low grunt of frustration, "Oh for fucks sake! There's never going to be a right time! There are only few times to say it's just not the time and this is not one of them. You've owned this dress for almost two years. You'd think if there was a time, you would have already worn it."

You knew she was right. Your mind getting the better of you. But fuck it, you were twenty-three-years old and you wanted to go to the party. So you stripped right then and there in front of your friends, and put the dress on.

"Holy shit." Alex muttered.

"You look hot!" Willow smiled softly, "Now can we finally get out of here?"

You nodded slowly, slipping on a pair of wedges, thankfully, the party was at Haz's house, three houses down from yours. You could already hear the music pumping and the lights flashing from inside. Haz had basically turned his house into a nightclub. When you walked in, you noticed the strips creating the flashing lights and you quickly noticed that you knew everyone here, bidding hellos to everyone you came across.

The music was loud and exactly what you needed. The familiar bass pumping, making the house shake slightly, "Got Well Soon" pumping though the house. Haz's entry way had quickly turned into a dance floor. The house was quite an open concept, so there were barely any walls to keep the party from being disrupted. As you danced, a red solo cup filled with beer in your hand. You realised you had lost Alex and Willow before quickly spotting them in the corner of the room hitting one of Alex's joints. You didn't care if they smoked, but that was never really your thing.

You were quickly dripping with sweat, thankful most of your makeup was somewhat waterproof and made your way to the drinks once again, refilling your now empty cup with more booze. A familiar face stopping by the table.

"You sure you should be drinking?" Tom asked you grabbing a drink of his own.

You glared at him, scoffing, "'S Bold of you to say that when you're drinking."

He shook his head with a small smirk, "Just don't want you to throw up on my shoes again."

Your jaw dropped a little before you caught it slipping, "Fuck you,"

"You wish," Tom muttered, and as you walked away, he was thankful the music was so loud that you couldn't hear him speak the words he had just spoken.

As you returned to the dance floor, Tom eyed you, sipping his drink, watching you dance. He'd never seen you wear anything like that before, it hugged you perfectly. He always thought you were perfect. He would be lying if he said he never had a crush on you when the two of you were growing up and that was all in the past now.

But watching you dance, your arms in the air, your body moving, flowing with the music so confidently to whatever song was playing. He could've sworn he felt a pang in his chest remembering that he could never tell you what truely happened. How he really felt about you, and as he took a sip of his drink, he pondered what life would've been like if he had just told you the truth from the start. But that was then and this is now.

Tom reluctantly tore his eyes away from your figure.

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The party wasn't over yet, but you were already sloshed. You were a known lightweight, and as you paraded around the party, trying to drink away all your problems, you finally felt the courage to let yourself leave, stumbling back to your front doorstep. You sat down on the step and watched the sky for a minute, looked at how empty the town was. You always had plans to come here and make a life here, teach children what you had learnt in school. You never really had any big plans to make it out into the spotlight. Even though that's what most actors want, part of you wanted it, but couldn't bring yourself to actually do it. Your drunken self pondered over the life you wanted, which sent you into a mild extetsiential crisis.

That's when you turned your head, and saw Tom watching you as you sat there. You sighed, looking at him somehow felt like a breath of fresh air, then you remembered what had happened between the two of you once again.

You hurriedly stood up making your way for the door which was locked, you looked under the mat and the key was gone. You looked in the pot plant next to the mat and that key was also gone. You checked your purse, all you saw was your phone, and tube of lipgloss.

"..fuck," You muttered softly. You had no way to get inside and it was two o'clock in the morning. If you woke your parents up there was no way you'd be able to escape the constant scolding of you being out late, even if you were twenty-three, you were at home, you couldn't just wake them up like you would Willow or Alex.

You turned as you saw Tom standing behind you, you weren't as drunk as the night you first saw him, but tonight was a close second. Why did he always have to see you drunk?

"Say whatever you need to and leave." You grumbled softly.

He only handed you a tiny bottle of water he snatched from Haz's fridge, "You look like you could use it,"

You sat down on the front step, "God, I'm such a mess." You drank from the bottle, looking up at Tom, "Thanks, I guess."

He shrugged walking over to the porch lamp grabbing a key from behind it, "You forgot this spot." He hands you the key.

You could've facepalmed yourself right then and there, forgetting that your parents switched the second key from the pot plant between the light and back.

"Thanks." You smile tight lipped as he walked off your porch, leaving you to watch him leave.

You found yourself staring for a moment, he never said anything about your drunken state, and god was it frustrating! You were working so hard to hate him and every time he would do something that would redeem him for five minutes, make you miss him for five minutes. Make you consider forgiving him for five minutes.

But you turned your head, opening the door and shutting it behind you, locking it and making your way up to your room. When you did, you looked out the window and saw his curtain closed and light on. You tipped your things down onto your bed and your phone fell out, your eyes made their way back to the window, reminding you of what once was.

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bad buddy ep 7 (thoughts)

me, every week: i’m not gonna do another one of these.

also me, every week: but...FEELINGS.

anyway, i have absolutely nothing insightful to say this ep bc it was mostly just me screaming and/or crying the entire way through. this is essentially just commentary as i rewatch this ep for the nth time...but i’ve already come this far so let’s go 😂

ngl i’m not generally the hugest fan of time skips, but i can see why it’s necessary here. it needs to feel like their challenge has been going on for awhile. the both of them are too stubborn (and love competing with one another too much) to cave that easily. also, it gives the both of them the time to explore this new dimension to their relationship freely without having to define anything yet.

not them exchanging flirty texts from the get go 😭 and in sugar daddy/sugar baby talk...starting the courting in this ep off with a bang, i see...

i love when the classical music starts playing as soon as the scene switches over to pran’s house with his parents (like what happened in ep 1 between both families). sets a very different, distinct tone from the back and forth sibling bickering that we get after between pat and paa.

i know paa’s always stunning, but she looks so gorgeous with her new makeover (love is just soooo pretty in general though wbk)!! this is def signalling the start of a new chapter and i’m so ready :)))

i have such a soft spot for every pat and paa interaction bc their relationship is so relatable to me. it’s exactly how my brother and i interact with one another tbh so i love seeing how close they are and how much they care for each other  through all their snarky (but loving) jabs at one another. they genuinely feel like siblings and they’re just so cute.

it’s so great that they’ve finally revealed that pran’s parents aren’t homophobic at all!! so we def know that the conflict won’t be rooted in homophobia on their end at least...it’ll all be about how they hate pat’s family. if anything, that just makes me even MORE intrigued about what happened to cause such bad blood between them all.

honestly, the scene between pran and his parents was kind of cute bc they’re both so reassuring at first...at least until it’s soured by pran’s mum forbidding pran to like the neighbours’ kids. my heart already hurts for these boys and their parents don’t even KNOW yet.

if someone projected a picture of me in class like that i’d be completely mortified omg...good thing their professor was chill with it. then again, who doesn’t want to see pran’s cute dimples 😂

WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT INKPAA. IT’S HAPPENING. the way we see ink’s face from paa’s pov, all blurry before coming into focus...the hand holding...my HEART. they’re adorable. i love them so much already ;;;

the architecture play essentially being pat and pran’s love story is very meta of them (hopefully, it doesn’t end like the love story between kwan and riam did though...i refuse to even think of it as an option).

it’s interesting how in the beginning, i thought it was sweet that wai pushed pran into performing in the freshy day concert (i guess, also bc that was something that pran clearly wanted to do), but here we’re seeing the first sign this ep of wai’s pushiness and irresponsibility. like i didn’t think anything of this the first time i watched it until the scene where wai goes to pran’s room later on...but in hindsight, it’s very clear to see how they were building towards that with wai.

while pat’s parents do seem to give pat quite a bit of freedom, his dad does seem to have certain standards that he still wants pat to abide by (eg. winning the freshy day contest, getting mvp in rugby). he keeps using that “don’t ruin my reputation” line...which has me worried bc it makes me feel like his stance when it comes to finding out about pat and pran’s relationship will be a lot more rooted in homophobia (esp since he doesn’t seem to hate pran’s mum as much as pran’s mum hates him). i really hope that i’m wrong in this, and that at least ONE set of these parents will be able to see past the childishness of their feud but maybe that’s having too much faith in them idk...

the difference between pat and paa’s sides of the room is so cute. it’s even cuter that pat let his little sister have the bed instead of him :’)

literally the last person paa should be asking for handwriting analysis is pat 😭 this boy does not have a good track record with this. he doesn’t have a CLUE omg.

according to paa, all the girls that pat’s ever liked have always taken advantage of him in some way though :( first, the girl that dumped him after he bought her a surf skate, and now this girl that tricked him into buying her items in online games. pat...

pat was out of the door the second pran messaged him (he’s got it so bad)...only for pran to be asking him to help him with his printer i-

though tbf, if pran asked me for help all soft and sweet the way he did, i’d do anything he wanted me to do too so...there was no way pat would have been able to resist. the way they flirt with one another makes me so SHY...and i’m just watching it.

this game between them is so fun to watch, but also absolute torture!!!!!! pat acting all cool, calm and collected by turning pran’s flirting back on him and feeding him with his own food (and managing to hold on until he was back in his room before having his breakdown over how overwhelmed pran ACTUALLY made him)?? i love him. i laughed while punching my own pillow too.

INK TO THE RESCUE. okay, but she’s so cool?? the way she shooed those boys away?? if someone did that for me, i would also fall in love with them js.

so here we have another glimpse at wai trying to get pran to do his work for him even though pran never agreed to it in the first place. at this point, it still feels like it’s just a friend innocently asking for a little bit of help, so i don’t think anyone would think that much about it when watching for the first time too. but knowing how this turns out, it def makes wai’s actions feel a lot more sly and underhanded.

the montage!!!!!!!!!! the cuteness of it all!!!!!!!!!!!! i love that they turned their secret admirer gifts from ep 2 into a thing again as they try to win each other over. holding hands at their bus stop!!!!!!! who do i have to pay for a longer scene of this.

i LOVE how pran’s fondness for pat always ends up oozing out in his expressions whenever he even just thinks about him. he’s got it real bad too.

THE TENSION IN THE LIBRARY SCENE. I WAS NOT READY. i can’t stand them 😭😭😭

their dynamic, as always, is just *chef’s kiss*. i love that pat keeps the game going by pretending that he’s too lazy to go to pran’s place for nong nao...it’s like he’s provoking pran into taking a step into his space this time (his room), and pran responds by not backing down and taking him up on the offer. and so boldly too?? pran’s become so confident and i love that for him.

i do not believe that pran’s buying pat’s sick act for a SECOND...but hey, if that’s how pat wants to play the game, he’ll play the game ;) as long as they both get to spend more time together, i don’t think either of them cares whether he’s faking it or not.

there’s so much product placement in this ep but idec?? not when they’re giving us scenes like THIS. absolutely masterful advertising. i have nothing more to add to this bc my mind just blanks out whenever i get to the so-called ‘sponge bath’ scene.

they love the game way too much for either of them to give in, which i both love and find frustrating bc the willpower these two have to NOT start making out with each other after this tickle fight of theirs?? and to think they’ve done this for MONTHS. amazing.

paa almost busting in on them on top of each other made me laugh so much though. they were both so sus about it too 😂

so this is the third time that wai’s asking for pran’s help with the architecture play, and you can see how the way he asks for help has been amping up each time (at first he just asks pran to help him, then he asks for ideas, and now he’s asking pran to fill in for him at the auditions). and although pran is always hesitant, he always ends up giving in when wai begs him.

pran realising how jealous pat is of wai and making the most of it. smart. anyway, i find this scene so funny. pran’s facial expressions directed at pat when wai’s not looking are hilarious. he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing and good for him!!

why is wai’s first reaction always to fight 😭 but i was not expecting that wai and paa scene at all...and while i’m not here for anything happening between them, i’m really intrigued to see where this is going to go once he finds out that that’s pat’s sister...

prob an unpopular opinion, but i have a soft spot for korn...we’ve barely gotten any of him in the last few eps, but at least he has a line here. makes me wonder how he’s gonna be involved in this whole mess bc i don’t think it’s a coincidence he just showed up here...

i love when p’aof incorporates the actors’ actual skills in his dramas (like he did with earth and his flute playing in atots too). anytime i get to see more of ohm playing the thai xylophone is a fine time by me :)

pat straight up admitting that he basically only auditioned for the main lead so he could hit on pran in public...this boy has absolutely no filter and it’s glorious.

pran getting jealous over ink and pat eating dinner together so he brings wai to the same restaurant to make pat jealous too is SO incredibly petty and i love it!! i have a love/hate relationship with jealousy in dramas (context and relationship status usually determines how i feel about it). in this case, i really love it bc firstly, we know that neither ink or wai like pat or pran in that way (so they’re not hurting anyone/leading anyone on when they play these games). secondly, they KNOW they’re both intentionally trying to make each other jealous so everything is all out there in the open. my fave part of this whole thing is that although they both know they’re trying to make each other jealous, they STILL get jealous anyway. they’re so ridiculous, but it’s SO much fun to watch. esp bc of wai’s utter confusion (his face when pran was wiping the food away from his mouth was adorable), and ink being all wtf when pat was trying to feed her more wontons (the way she called him out...i genuinely just love her SO MUCH).

back to the play, and this chart guy sucks...why even audition for the play if you’re not gonna put any effort in whatsoever??

i love how pat noticed that pran’s door hanger was a sad face before he knocked. i think it’s sweet how he noticed the door hanger from the very beginning (even before he knew it was pran that was in the room opposite him). he’s so observant with things like this. i just love that he changed his original intention for coming over into cheering pran up the moment he saw the sad face, and how gloomy pran seemed due to the play situation.

pat always knows just how to cheer pran up too. he’s so playful, and pran’s so orderly and structured when it comes to everything in his life...except when it comes to pat. i can absolutely see why pran would be in love with him. apart from all the really caring things that pat does for him, he’s just so spontaneous and fun. like this splash of colour in pran’s everyday life (i mean, he literally paints pran’s cheek here). i say this every time, but fr NO ONE can make pran smile the way pat does. he just can’t help himself, and it bleeds out in his actions, like him tracing a heart with the cotton pad on pat’s face 😭 (which btw is one of the most adorable things i’ve ever seen in anything ever). they’re just SO IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER. like they still won’t admit it at this point, but the heart eyes when they look at each other?? the tenderness?? the care?? they’re in love, your honour. case closed.

things i love about this scene:

that pran reciprocates pat’s actions and cleans pat’s face without him even asking for it.

pat asking pran to move closer and pran actually doing it first before the both of them inch closer together...like they’re getting closer and closer to a middle ground.

pran’s heart shape on pat’s face!!!!!!!!!! i will never get over this.

the comfort and familiarity between them. they just LOOK like they’re in love (and that’s on ohm and nanon’s acting and chemistry bc they’re constantly knocking it out of the park and making every butterfly in the world take up residence in my chest).

the way they make me feel more single than i’ve ever felt in my entire life but idec bc i’m living vicariously through them and just want them to be happy!!

ahh, and so we finally get to the the scene all that wai build up was leading to. it really was irresponsible of wai to take on so much at one time if he wasn’t going to be able to cope...and then to dump that on pran. it would have been one thing if he had just begged pran like he did during the rugby practice scene...but the way he guilt tripped pran into accepting his position by saying he was basically gonna flunk out if he didn’t leaves a bad taste in my mouth. the way he asks for help gets progressively more sneaky and manipulative every time. pran cares so much for the people that he loves, so it makes me sad to see someone, his best friend no less, take advantage of him like that. esp since he’s already done so much for wai (eg. rescuing him from getting beat up by the engineering gang, finding a sponsorship for the bus stop and coming up with so much of the design himself, writing the song they performed for freshy day, filling in for him when he couldn’t go to the auditions).

idk if i’m thinking too much into it, but the fact that he brought the guitar also makes me feel like he was reminding pran of the favour he did by keeping it for him. just so pran would more be more willing to accept taking on his responsibilities :/

i totally understand pat’s feelings here though. the guitar, like their song, is something really precious to him. he kept it hoping that one day he would be able to give it back to pran, but pran gave it to WAI to keep of all people. the same person that he performed ‘their’ song with. it’s a sore spot for pat. the thing is, he obviously doesn’t know that the reason pran gave it to wai in the first place was bc it reminded pran too much of pat though...of something that he thought he could never have at the time :(

literally rolling my eyes every time this chart guy is on the screen, but so glad that pran stood up to him. he’s been so disrespectful this entire time. honestly, toto (as the director) should have been the one to say something about it to him before pran...

and we’re back on the rooftop again!! their (our) fave spot. i’ve seen some people say that they thought it was strange that pat got over how mad he was so quickly, but you can see in this scene that he’s still mad. it just comes across as more passive aggressive instead of the silent treatment that he was giving pran from before. i just think pat's not really the type to hold grudges tbh...and that he knows what a tough position pran is in atm. he still came when pran asked to meet him, so even if he’s mad, he’s had some time for the anger to blow over and he’s still willing to hear pran out. but that doesn’t mean he’ll make it easy for pran just quite yet.

i also think that he def knows what a big step it is for pran to be willing to give in and lose the challenge in order for pat to take over the role of riam. it’s kind of pran’s way of making amends with him over what happened too, whilst also giving pran the excuse he needs for them to finally scratch the bet and progress to the next stage of their relationship (as he implies). like he said, they’re both too tight-lipped to do it of their own accord, so they need something to push one of them into confessing for good and ‘losing’ the challenge.

pat telling pran to confess publicly bc he KNOWS pran would never do it, but then turning it into his own grand romantic gesture instead...THIS BOY.

i know this has already been talked about, but the lighting in this scene!! how pran’s in the dark as toto yells at him, before it changes to pat announcing his arrival as riam with the spotlight on him, back to pran again this time with the light spilling over him now too. i love this.

AND THEN THE FLASHBACK WHERE WE SEE PAT’S BASICALLY ALREADY CONFESSED TO HIM IN PUBLIC THROUGH THE AUDITION. every time i see this scene my cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. i can’t do this!!!!!!!!! i know that it’s technically not an official confession, but he’s extended the olive branch. he says the ‘lines’ with such sincerity. so heartfelt and sweet, almost like he’s assuring pran that whoever ‘loses’ is never really going to lose. since they’re both in love anyway, they just won’t admit it. he answered the question pran wanted to know. i think that’s part of the reason why it’s so easy for pran to admit to losing the challenge on the rooftop. he’s already assured that whatever happens, it won’t be the end of them. it just comes down to who’s the one big enough to put an end to the teasing and commit fr. and that’s his answer to pat’s question too.

can i also just say that the music choices on this show are a++++++ even just hearing the score in this scene is making my heart blow up. there are legit tears in my eyes :’)))

how it goes from past pran looking at pat with all the love in the world during the audition scene, to present pran grinning ear to ear at pat as he plays the thai xylophone, had me CHOKED up. that’s all pat ever wants to see...if i were pran, i too, would have given in and realised right then and there that there was no point fighting it anymore. no more pretending that the game matters anymore. it’s all in for the both of them from that exact moment.

what gets me so much about this drama (about pat and pran) is that their whole love story is just sooooooooo sweepingly ROMANTIC. it’s not love at first sight, but this gradual build up of love and care for each other over the course of their lives. they have this deep history together that we’re still slowly piecing together bit by bit, so we get to see them gradually grow to respect and understand one another despite their circumstances. it’s really easy to see how they end up falling in love with one another, not just bc of the grand gestures like this, but also bc of the smaller moments where pat tries to help pran and cheer him up, or when pran cooks for pat and looks after him in general (eg. make up remover scenes, taking care of him when he’s ‘sick’). their relationship is fun and they’re ultra competitive, but they’re always willing to back down and swallow their pride during the moments that really matter. that, to me, is what love is all about.

just like in this moment, where pat swallows down any anger he might feel about the guitar (and wai taking advantage of pran), if it means that he can lessen any of pran’s burdens and make life easier for him...since pran is way more important to him than any silly bet. like he says, “if my victory puts my boyfriend in trouble, i’d rather lose” 😭

what makes pat’s gesture as romantic as it is, is that instead of pran being pressured into confessing bc of the predicament he’s in, pat gives pran what he needs without asking for anything back in return. he teases him about it at first bc he’s pat and that’s what he does, but he knows in reality what a big deal it is for pran to even think about caving first...and that it also means that he’s ready. they’re past this exploratory phase of their relationship.

i’m still crying over that scene on the stage where everyone else is moving in the dark at the back of the stage, and the two of them are sitting there front and centre, light illuminating them ;;; beautiful. like they’re in their own little world, frozen in time while everything else is going on.

i really like how pat brought up what pran said about how his wish was to cook a favourite dish for someone he liked. esp since pran’s love language is clearly food (asking pat if he’s eaten, constantly cooking for him, etc.). the way they’ve turned teasing each other with food (but never actually feeding each other) into part of their game makes pran finally feeding pat, the person he likes, with his favourite dish so meaningful (it’s his way of confessing too), and pat’s aware. that’s why he’s so hesitant to eat at first...like he’s afraid pran is gonna tease him again, only this time he doesn’t. it’s so cute. 

i love, love, love how pran wipes the food away from his mouth bc it was the thing that made pat most jealous (slamming the table and everything) when they were trying to make each other jealous during the noodle shop scene. the total contrast between how he casually wiped wai’s mouth and how he does it with so much fondness and affection when it comes to pat...the difference is so clear.

it’s funny how it was never any of the sexy/teasing stuff that got them to give in, but it was them showing each other they cared that finally did it :’) and i love that all those cute moments from before they became official were almost all sponsors, but this scene, pat’s audition confession and his grand romantic gesture...that was all them. no sponsors whatsoever.

the sniff kisses and the peck kisses!!!!!!!!!!! i was not READY. i’m just so glad that they have happy kisses now!! as much as i love the ep 5 kiss with my whole soul, it’s really nice to see them kiss when they’re so much more relaxed and stable in their feelings now. they both know exactly where they stand with one another and it shows!!

i’m just so in love with their entire dynamic. i love how they’ve retained that same essence that makes their relationship so unique since the beginning (their competitiveness will always be there), but it also changes with every new ep. we’ve seen them go from ‘enemies’, to sort of friends but not really, to something more, to teasing each other but STILL not admitting their feelings, and now to official boyfriends. we’re seen their relationship progress from each and every stage and it’s why we all feel so invested in them. we’ve gotten to see them mutually fall in love with each other every step of the way.

the next challenge for them was always going to be the most difficult, so i’m glad that we had a fluffy one this ep to tide us over for the next eps. i think we’re really going to need it for the upcoming ones now that they’re official but will have to be even more careful keeping their relationship secret from their friends and family :( the stakes are higher than ever for them now.

i’m looking forward to it bc i want to see them overcome all of these obstacles together, but i’m also really, really worried for them...in the end, all i want is for the two of them to be happy. i know we’ve still got some happy moments coming up this next ep, so i’m just gonna hold onto them as tight as i can until the storm inevitably hits.

[lovecolibri]

Things that did NOT Spark Joy-3x10

So there was very little about this episode that DIDN’T spark joy (what a fun experience!) I’ve gotta say, having a tighter plot, giving us answers to questions we’ve been asking, showing instead of telling us important moments, and not having all the characters bending over backwards and twisting themselves around to prop up m*ria, all helped me to be more willing to gloss over the things that maybe didn’t make as much sense because I was having SUCH a good time, which you can read about here. But there’s always room for improvement so here is the (much shorter than usual) “salt” post. 

Still missing my babies Rosa and Lucky! 😭😭😭

Baby Heath is on my shit list for trash-talking Hufflepuffs. Get it together, kid. Puffs are where it’s at. Pretty sure Dallas ended up being one 🤣

The timeline for the show is still a little wonky with Michael talking about being 9 when he was burned during an exorcism at the fundamentalist foster home, but in 1x06 he was 13 and showing the fresh burn to Max. I’m just begging for someone in this writers room to make a white board with a timeline on it. Please.

I’m still weirded out by the fact that Anatsa was sleeping with Max like, less than two weeks ago. Not that it’s a knock against Anatsa (get it girl), but more of a knock against rooting for the ship. Which is a bummer because they’re actually pretty cute, but I just can’t get past the Max thing. Also, they can’t give us all that amazing Kybel content and expect us to not want more of that.

Speaking of Kyle, I’m still banging pots and pans over no one talking about him or being concerned while he was missing, and the second he’s back on screen suddenly Isobel has been worried about him and glad he’s not dead? Where was all this concern for him when he was missing and they didn’t know where he was and he could have been dead. The writers NEED to do better with friendships and what they do when an actor is missing in an episode. It should not be this hard.

Dumbing down characters to make the plot work always annoys me, and Liz leaving her research out for Jones to find was bad enough but her leaving her entire research bag in Kyle’s office instead of carting it around with her so she can make more notes as she thinks of things will never not bother me. I just can’t imagine Liz NOT wanting to have her research on hand so she can write down any ideas she has. Her and Max have been spending a lot of time in the car, you can’t tell me she wasn’t working on the formula she’s trying to beat Jones into figuring out.

I’m a little confused about what exactly is wrong with Dallas because he doesn’t seem to be suffering from a deadly brain disease. They had this issue with m*ria as well, telling us the powers were destroying her mind, but not showing her struggling or anyone else pointing out she was acting weird, or forgetting things. I’m hoping we’ll see some of this issues in the next few episodes to ramp up the tension and Heath’s drive to save his friend.

The Malex this episode was SOOOO GOOD, but I’m definitely side-eyeing the show for giving this episode a “sexual content” rating for that blip of mostly blurry Malex, when we all had to suffer through not just m*ria and Greg moaning, and trashing some poor kid’s camp lobby, but also m*ria making gross innuendos about the state of Greg’s erectile functioning (though to be fair, as I told @michael-runs-hot-guerin, part of that is because I don’t like m*ria and I hate her and Greg together and what’s been done to his character because of forcing them together. Because if Isobel interrupted Michael while he was with Alex and he made an “over hard” joke specifically to gross out Isobel it would have been hilarious so 🤷‍♀️) BUT, if I had to see m*ria and Greg tearing each other's clothes off and that didn't earn an S rating, then we all deserved to see Michael tenderly removing Alex's shirt and Alex removing the bandana as they sensually make out and make sweet tender love for the first time in literal years. Come on. If you’re gonna give something a sexual content rating, than we deserved to see some sexual content! Also, you KNOW Vlamis and Tyler were on board. Release the tapes, Vlamis!

[wonwoonlight]

well i’m glad gyuri was brought into the picture bc i really love everything about this story and how it’s going!! i’m not going to lie, i really enjoy reading angst (something about being sad for a little bit i just like it ajajsj) but reading this has been so nice? like the second chapter was slightly angsty with mingyu + oc pretending they didn’t know each other and mingyu not talking to her etc. but it’s really just been nice overall to see (read) them just be civil and normal with each other. i can’t wait until we get some more fluff and small family moments between them, and i also can’t wait until they finally are just open about the first time they met!

also yes i saw the previews!! any mingyu in a suit i’ve seen lately i catalog it in my brain as “my daisy mingyu” ahsh

now i don’t know if this will be cleared up later or if you want to leave it open to interpretation but i think mingyu knew who she was the minute he saw her right? i know it’s written that he kept looking at her even when she wasn’t noticing, which is why i assume this, but it also seems like oc thinks he remembered when they were at the restaurant and jennie mentioned the club. in my head he knew it was her all along (i was thinking of this the other day. it gave me an excuse to go back and re-read that chapter to analyze ajsh).

lastly, if your finger slips and you accidentally press “post now” i don’t think anyone will be mad 😌

yes, tbh, i am very glad too i decided to bring Gyuri to the picture <3 i was going to write two separate AUs tbh, CEO!au and singleparent!au bc i liked the concept so much but at some point i was like... huh i could've just put them together? so I did :D

and tbh i'm... kind of more used to writing angst too at some point, and almost ALL of my long works like Hi Wonwoo, Flower, or Falling Flowers were all angsty to begin with. So to write this... 36k-ish story when the main genre isn't angst... I was worried people would find it boring bc it's just mostly fluff. A lot of things changed during the process of writing My Daisy, and I'm glad that you guys seem to enjoy it more than i thought you would💓

to answer your question about Mingyu!! I'll just put it under the keep reading mark just in case people consider it a [spoiler] 🙈🙈

Mingyu recognized her from the beginning, just like OC recognized him the moment she saw him in the office. They were both drunk, yes, and there were a lot of details that skip their mind, but their meeting at the office was that moment of clarity for the both of them. When they woke up after that night, the face was blurry, but it's not forgotten, you know?

They had ideas about one another, and to actually see each other //sober// is like the missing puzzle in their mind and it just... clicks. It clicks to them that this is the person that I slept with the other day. But, again, they dont see any reason to bring it up so they dont heheh. and yess, as far as OC's concerned, she thought he's only found out by then.

and noooo pls i need to teach myself how to be patient 😭😭