#i just watched Everything Everywhere All At Once

[2amriize]

.ᐟ RIIZE scenario: babysitting ༉‧₊˚.

req: can u do babysitting with riize members? like babysitting a little cousin or something along the lines of that i guess? anton and eunseok with those kids makes me ☹️ it’s so cute!!!!!

pairing: bf!riize x reader —masterlist

⭑.ᐟ shotaro

Shotaro had never taken care of such a small child before. At first, he wouldn’t really know what to do and would get a little (okay, very) nervous, letting out constant nervous laughs while asking every five seconds: “What should we do now?” After watching you struggle for a while trying to get the child to stop crying, he’d step in to help. He’d start making funny faces, quickly getting the child to laugh. You were surprised by how fast he managed it and how well they seemed to get along.

⭑.ᐟ eunseok

Even though you didn’t expect it from him, Eunseok is actually really good at babysitting. It’s probably because he has a younger sibling and a lot of experience with them. You couldn’t stop staring at him every time he played with the child, carried them, or soothed them—which, for some reason, he was particularly good at.

"I thought you already knew I’m good at everything."

⭑.ᐟ sungchan

He wouldn’t stop smiling and watching the child. Every little thing the kid did would make him grin. To keep everyone entertained, you decided to bake cookies together, but Sungchan got distracted for a moment and spilled the entire mixture on the floor. You didn’t expect that, seconds later, after a brief silence, the three of you would be starting a food fight, laughing uncontrollably.

"Just so you know, you’re cleaning this up, babe," you’d whisper in Sungchan’s ear once the chaos was over.

⭑.ᐟ wonbin

It would be pure chaos. Even though Wonbin finds little kids adorable, he has no idea how to interact with them. He wouldn’t know what to talk about or how to keep them entertained, but he’d keep trying new things to grab their attention, even attempting to teach them how to dance. That said, if the child started crying, you wouldn’t find him anywhere near.

"That’s all you," he’d say, pointing at you.

⭑.ᐟ seunghan

Things would start off pretty smoothly, but you knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to leave them alone. You’d only be gone for three minutes to use the bathroom, but when you returned, Seunghan and the child would have completely turned the living room upside down. Cushions and blankets would be scattered everywhere. According to Seunghan, he’d built an obstacle course to see who could complete it faster (and of course, he’d let the kid win).

⭑.ᐟ sohee

You’d spent the entire afternoon playing with the child, and it had been challenging for both of you since it was your first time babysitting. When bedtime rolled around, the child refused to go to bed no matter how much you insisted. That’s when Sohee came up with the idea to tell them a story and sing a lullaby. You were amazed at how quickly Sohee invented a tale about a princess named “y/n,” who needed to be rescued by the great knight “Sohee.”

⭑.ᐟ anton

He loves kids. In fact, he adores them, and he knows exactly how to take care of them. You, on the other hand, would feel completely lost. Even though you wanted to help out or spend some time playing with the child, they always ended up gravitating toward Anton. It wasn’t intentional, and you found it sweet to watch the two of them together, but deep down, you felt a little bad that the child kept choosing him over you. Anton noticed and told the child to go hug you and plant a kiss on your cheek while you were sitting on the couch, which completely made your night.

masterlist // taglist: @regularsuh @gacktsa @totheseok @kkumistars @taroddori @enhacolor @ladylilith @electric-hearts @astrobymarwa @layluv123 @sunflowers1610 @nctrawberries @synkjellies @ramyeonzprincess

[misshoneyimhome]

For Dad!Willy X reader can we get one where his family/teammates meet the baby for the first time 💙

Honestly, I can’t even put into words how much I’m loving all the dad!Willy content we’ve been diving into lately! I’m in such a mood for it, and if I’m honest, I’ve got a ton more thoughts and ideas—but I’m keeping it short and sweet to make it an easy read 😉 Absolutely obsessed! Hopefully, you’re enjoying it as much as I am, babes 🤗

Tropes & warnings: no warnings, except once again overload cuteness! Dad!Willy x reader, baby!Eliot, meeting family and friends

Word count: 1K

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First Impressions and Family Ties I dad!willy x reader ✐

The condo buzzed with a palpable mix of excitement and nerves as you cradled Eliot in your arms, your gaze flicking over to William. He stood leaned against the kitchen counter, exuding a level of calm that felt borderline infuriating given the storm brewing in your chest. His easy smile didn’t match the worry swirling in your head—a chaotic blend of pride, anxiety, and a desperate desire to make everything perfect.

“What if he cries the whole time?” you burst out, pacing the living room while Eliot nuzzled against your chest, utterly unbothered by your spiralling thoughts. “What if someone holds him, and he poops everywhere? Or—what if he spits up on your mum?”

William’s chuckle rumbled softly, a sound that somehow made you want to both relax and glare at him. Pushing off the counter, he crossed the room in a few casual strides, radiating an effortless confidence you couldn’t wrap your head around. “Babe,” he said, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you close, “he’s a baby. That’s literally his job. And my mum raised five of us—trust me, she’s seen worse.”

You shot him a look, your nerves clinging stubbornly. “You’re seriously not nervous at all?”

“Not even a little,” he replied without missing a beat, his fingers brushing over Eliot’s downy-soft hair. “They’re going to love him. And he’s got you, so what’s there to worry about?”

Before you could muster a response, the faint ding of the elevator reached your ears, followed by the telltale sound of footsteps approaching. Your heart immediately leaped into overdrive.

“They’re here,” you whispered, clutching Eliot just a little tighter.

William’s hand slid to your shoulder, his thumb drawing soothing circles against your skin. “Hey, deep breaths,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “We’ve got this.”

The door swung open, and Camilla Nylander was the first to step inside. Her warm smile reached her eyes as she immediately spotted the two of you. “Oh, there you are!” she exclaimed, wrapping William in a quick, affectionate hug before turning to you. “And you,” she said, her tone softening as she kissed your cheek. “It’s so good to see you again, sweetheart.”

Her gaze shifted down to Eliot, and her expression melted into one of pure adoration. “Oh, my sweet boy,” she breathed, her hands coming up to her chest as she took in the sight of him. “He’s even more beautiful than I imagined.” She hesitated, her eyes meeting yours. “May I?”

You nodded, your heart easing as she carefully gathered Eliot into her arms. The practised ease with which she held him—gentle yet confident—was enough to make some of your tension dissipate. Watching her coo softly to him, her face glowing with pride, you felt the tiniest spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be okay.

Michael was right behind her, his broad smile as easygoing as his gait. He clapped William on the shoulder before leaning down to get a good look at Eliot. “Got that Nylander charm already,” he said with a knowing grin. “Though I’ll say, he’s a lot calmer than you were as a baby.”

William smirked, his arm still firmly around your waist. “I’ve mellowed out.”

“Oh, sure,” came Alex’s voice as he strode in, Danielle and Stephanie in tow. “That’s why you once tried to use my hockey gloves to fish a puck out of the toilet.”

“That was one time!” William groaned, though his sheepish grin betrayed him.

Danielle leaned in close to Eliot, brushing her fingers lightly over his tiny hands. “Wow,” she said, her voice tinged with awe. “He’s already got more hair than Willy.”

“Okay, what’s with the hair comments today?” William demanded, running a hand through his blond locks for emphasis.

Alex smirked, leaning against the couch. “We’re just saying, enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Don’t jinx it,” Michael warned, lifting a hand in mock solemnity. “You two could end up bald like me in ten years. Genetics doesn’t play favourites.”

The room erupted in laughter as the Nylander siblings took turns doting on Eliot. Stephanie cradled him with a quiet confidence, her expression soft as she traced the tiny curve of his fingers. “He’s perfect,” she declared, grinning. “Don’t worry, Eliot. Aunt Steph’s got you. I’ll protect you from Uncle Alex’s terrible jokes.”

The doorbell rang again, cutting through the playful chaos, and William crossed the room to answer it. His teammates filtered in, their familiar banter filling the space.

Rasmus Sandin was the first to approach Eliot, his grin wide and mischievous. “Look at this little guy,” he said, crouching beside Camilla. “Eliot Nylander, already cooler than his dad.”

“Careful, Sandman,” William retorted, his grin mirroring Rasmus’s. “You’re not safe on the ice or off.”

Matthew Knies followed close behind, his towering frame somehow softened by the awe on his face. “He’s amazing,” he murmured, crouching slightly as Eliot let out a soft yawn. “So, when’s his first skating lesson?”

“He’s already better than Willy,” Rasmus quipped, dodging the playful shove William aimed his way.

The condo filled with laughter, warm chatter, and the occasional sound of Eliot’s soft sighs as he was passed from one adoring pair of arms to the next. When John Tavares finally stepped forward to hold him, the room grew momentarily quiet. His steady presence radiated calm as he gazed down at the baby. “Future captain material,” he said with a smile, glancing up at William.

William laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “One step at a time, Johnny. Right now, we’re just trying to keep the pacifier in.”

As the evening wore on, the space felt warmer, filled with the unmistakable hum of love and connection. You caught William watching you from across the room, his eyes soft and full of something unspoken. When he finally made his way back to your side, his hand rested at the small of your back, his touch grounding you as his lips quirked into a soft, knowing smile.

And in that moment, with Eliot nestled safely, surrounded by laughter and love, you realised this wasn’t just a gathering. This was family. This was home.

[n0vazsq]

Forgotten wishes | AL65 x Reader

pairing . . . arthur leclerc x ex!reader

summary . . . After you meet Arthur, your ex, at an empty parking lot, you decide to try to talk to him about your relationship. In the end, you have a hope that maybe it isn't all over yet

request . . . yes! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . angst angst angst all the way angst and one use of y/n

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . haha i totally didn't cry my ass off writing this!! IM SO SORRY ( @barcapix ) BECAUSE IT ENDED LIKE THIS

. . . You didn’t expect to see him. Not here. The spot overlooking the harbor had always been a safe a space; a place to breathe, to watch the stars reflect off the water and pretend the world wasn’t falling apart. It had been yours, once. Yours and Arthur’s.

Leaning against your motorbike, you sighed. The loud thrum of his car engine were unmistakable, the red colour of his Ferrari flashing everywhere, even in the soft glow of the streetlamp.

As the engine softened, the door opened and he stepped out. You held your breath, heart skipping a beat as if it was playing hopscotch. He hadn’t noticed you yet, leaning his body against the railing, eyes fixed on the horizon.

The wind tugged at his hair, but he didn’t seem to feel it. His shoulders were tense, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. You knew that look.

You almost turned to leave. Almost. But something held you in place, the same something that always brought you back here, nights when the silence was too loud and your chest felt too heavy.

He turned, eyes widening when he saw you. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The wind carried the scent of salt and distant rain, and the night stretched out between you, filled with ghosts of conversations you never had.

"Didn’t think I’d see you here," he finally said, his voice barely carrying over the sound of the waves below.

You shrugged, trying to ignore the way your heart twisted and started beating out of your chest. "I could say the same."

He looked back out at the water, the tension in his jaw easing just a little. "Still come here when it gets too much?"

"Yeah." The word felt small. Too small. Yet, the space between you was as vast as a thousand canyons combined.

The night sky was a patchwork of forgotten wishes, each star a memory you and Arthur couldn’t hold onto. It wrapped around you like a blanket of thorns, each moment of silence another prick.

You both stood there, the space between you filled with everything you weren’t saying. The air felt heavier than it should, every breath a reminder of what you’d lost.

When Arthur finally spoke, his words were like cracked porcelain; delicate, but also sharp, cutting you deep.

"We stood in this same space once, remember?" His voice was quiet, almost lost to the wind. "Laughing about how empty it was. Now it feels too big… just like the distance that is between us."

You remembered. The way his laughter had echoed, the way he’d pulled you close and whispered promises you both believed at the time. It felt like a lifetime ago.

"You broke us, Arthur." The words slipped out, raw and bitter. Your hands were shaking

He flinched, eyes meeting yours for a brief, painful moment. "I know, (Y/n)." His voice was soft, almost drowned by the crashing waves. The way he said your name made you melt, like it always did. "I thought I was doing the right thing."

"Walking away? How was that right?"

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration seeping into his voice. "You think it was easy for me? Every fight, every silence… it felt like we were drifting. I thought… I thought letting go would save us from breaking completely."

"But we did break." Your voice cracked, the memories crashing over you; the late night arguments, the slammed doors, the quiet moments where you both reached for each other but missed.

"You were always somewhere else," you continued, voice trembling. "Your job, your friends… I felt like I was barely a part of your life. Like I was unimportant, just a distraction."

Arthur’s eyes hardened, his jaw clenching. "And you were perfect, right? Every time I was late or distracted, you shut down. You wouldn’t talk to me."

"I tried!" The words came out sharper than you intended. "But you weren’t there to hear it. You were too busy with everything else."

He took a deep breath, the fight draining out of him. "I know. I prioritized the wrong things. Thought I had time to fix it later."

"Later never came, Arthur."

The silence stretched again, thick with everything you couldn’t say. The stars above seemed to watch, each one a distant reminder of what could’ve been.

"I still come here," you whispered, more to yourself than him. "When I miss you. When it hurts too much."

His eyes softened, the walls around them slipping for just a moment. "Me too."

The wind carried your silence, filled with words left unsaid. You could feel it, the love that hadn’t faded, buried under layers of hurt and regret. But love wasn’t always enough.

Arthur shifted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t know how to fix this."

"Neither do I."

The night wrapped around you both, the harbor stretching out below like a sea of broken memories. There was no resolution here, no easy answers. Just two people standing in the ruins of something beautiful, still attached to a past they couldn’t let go of.

The wind picked up, swirling leaves and fragments of old conversations around you. You remembered the nights you’d spent here together, wrapped in each other’s arms, talking about dreams that seemed so close you could touch them. Dreams that had slipped through your fingers like sand.

Then, you remembered your first kiss. You and Arthur. Tangled in each other's arms, the sound of the waves soothing you to a state of relaxation. It seemed as if that happened millenniums ago.

"You think we could’ve done it differently?" Arthur’s voice was almost lost in the wind.

"Maybe." The word hung between you, fragile and uncertain. "But we didn’t."

He stepped closer, just enough that you could feel his warmth. "Do you regret it?"

The question lingered in the air, heavy with meaning. You thought about everything you’d shared; the laughter, the pain, the quiet moments that felt like they would last forever. "No. Do you?"

He didn’t answer right away. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft, almost broken. "No."

As Arthur turned to leave, he hesitated, his eyes lingering on you. "Maybe… maybe this isn’t the end."

You stood there, your heart heavy, the words caught in your throat. "You don’t get to just walk away, Arthur. Not like this."

His steps faltered, and for a moment, you both just stood there, staring at each other across the distance that had grown between you. The wind tugged at your hair, but neither of you moved.

"I still love you," you whispered, barely audible. "But I don’t know if that’s enough anymore."

Arthur’s eyes softened, and he took a step closer, but stopped short. His voice was thick with emotion when he finally spoke. "I don’t know how to fix this. But I’ll never stop caring about you."

The ache in your chest didn’t ease, but deep down, beneath the hurt and the silence, a flicker of something remained.

It wasn’t over. Not yet. But it wasn’t healed, either. Just a patchwork of forgotten wishes, waiting for a second chance that may never come.

And as the night wrapped around you, you realized some love stories don’t end, they just take time to heal, if they ever do.

[chanelpirate]

no but can you imagine you’re literally fighting for your life in an actual war one moment and the next you’re somehow in the astral plane and this hot feral dude is shouting across the void to call out ExtraCuntyEldritchFae!Edition Megatron on his internalised ableism and then you’re watching these two guys (what happened to Megatron??) just go through the gay version of Everything Everywhere All At Once and hug it out until somehow gravitational collapse and you wake up like I could never. That’s a lot of people that are going to have the most unhinged repressed memories and isn’t just the legacy jayvik would have wanted

[khaire-traveler]

This is probably going to be the sappiest post I will ever write in my entire life, but it needs to be said because someone out there will read this, and they'll know it was for them.

I know life is really hard right now, and it can be so incredibly difficult to find things to hold onto, things to hope for, even just things that make you smile these days. But something I've discovered about life is the way that happiness always finds a way to re-enter our lives. It finds us in the form of friends who make funny jokes. It finds us in the love-filled eyes of a pet who is overjoyed to see us. It finds us in the lyrics of a song that brings us comfort. It finds us as we stop walking to stare at the sunset for a brief moment.

Happiness will find you again and again and again, for the rest of your life. There will always be days, weeks, months that are harder than others, but these difficult times do not mean you will never be happy again. The next time the sun hits your skin and you notice a clear sky above you, close your eyes and feel that warmth, just for a moment, and remind yourself that you will create your own happiness again. You have before.

I believe in you. I am proud of you. We all walk together down the path of life. You will be ok. ❤️

[innocide]

Game idea: The everything game. It’s a narrative-driven game that forces you to jump through several game genres. none of the games are overly difficult, and if they’re like, a puzzle game, it’s explained to you by some navi character or watered down so you can get past it with relative ease. the gimmick, though, is that it puts you in impossible situations or “glitches” that you can’t get past without diving deeper into the gamer genre. That’s how you traverse game genres. each “dive” takes you clear parody or straight rip of a game that was released before the current one, giving you the sense of jumping through the history of games. the games will flip between 2d and 3d regardless, so no genre is left out. You might be playing a Bioshock, and find yourself diving into the big daddy and into Doom, and from Doom diving into Space Invaders. From Portal into Monkey Island into Pacman. Each time, you return from the diving spot with some kind of modification in the world. An extra doublejump, more HP, immediate cooldown, etc. It’ll eventually feel like hacking in Nier:Automata. You dive into a subgame for an advantage in the main, proper game. The story of the game is of a child in a coma or something and their parent, who was previously indifferent to videogames and bad at them, finding themself in a wacky wonderlandian adventure all around the history of the game industry, gaining the context and general gamer sense that we’ve developed over years of experience, all in the name of saving their child. Watch as they go from that grown adult who sees “Press A to talk” on the screen and sits there inspecting the controller thoroughly like it’s a Chinese puzzlebox, and eventually learn to instinctively shoot the red barrels and to check behind the waterfall. But, throughout their journey, they’re warned not to dive more than 3 or so layers deep. As they might be trapped forever. They dip their toes in a few times going 4 layers, but it’s made clear they’re pushing the limit. Alas! Just as the parent finds their child and is about to escape with them, something goes horribly wrong! The child somehow ends up falling deep, DEEP down. And in an act of parental protection and bravery, you go several dozen layers deep to follow and save them. You find yourself rapidly diving over and over, and once you retrieve the child, go back, wrapping up every place you just dove through until you snap back to the exit, free and with a newfound understanding and appreciation for how diverse and creative and complex the art of videogames can be.

[arialebenthal]

everything everywhere all at once really said that you can be a million different people in a million different universes but in every one the thing you desire most will be companionship and in every single one you will have to fight for that companionship and in every single one you will realize that the fight has to be made of kindness and love or you will despair and lose all hope. and then they said that the only thing that can save every universe is reaching out your hand when someone offers it to you, and that you have to offer your hand to someone, even when they tell you to give up. and also they named their villain joy and the villain wasn't trying to destory anything she was just looking for her mom and she changed her name but across every universe her mom realized that in the middle of all the despair and destruction her greatest joy was still her daughter. i'm unwell

[rgbfall]

auntie seedent is the kindof person to see tangents fresh "I had an emotional breakdown bc of burnout, high expectations of myself and general hereditary depression and anxiety" buzz cut and say its "such a shame!" because she "has such beautiful hair!" I don't mean this in a positive way I mean this in a I'm A Nonbinary Person Who Used To Have A Mother Daughter Relationship But Is No Longer A Daughter way

[do-you-know-this-adhd-character]

Do you know this (canon) ADHD character?

Proof: The creators have said in interviews that Evelyn was written to have undiagnosed inattentive-type ADHD, but cut it from the final film out of fear of insensitivity.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hi! Love your writing! Can I request a stoic hero x suave flirty villain? Really spicy please? (Like with villain being kinda sub) Ty in advance for even reading this ask

Spicy

I love you.

The hero lost count of how many times this sentence had lingered on their tongue, ready to slip out when they were losing it all together. No matter how maniacal the villain’s flirtatious advances got though, they managed to stay calm, keep their mouth shut and let their enemy do the dirty talk. Fighting a wall was easier than this.

Not putting a label on it seemed reasonable. A month ago, the villain had dragged themselves into the hero’s apartment and after a week of nursing and healing wounds, the tension between them was thick enough to be cut by a knife. It was clear to both of them that they’d either kill each other soon or rack the hero’s bedframe.

One time turned into two, turned into countless times.

Along the way, the hero forgot the touch of other people, forgot every other lover they’d ever had and with that, every other preference that wasn’t the villain’s.

They started living together but it wasn’t official. It didn’t get addressed at all. If the villain started to see someone else, there was absolutely nothing the hero could do about it.

It made them uneasy. Nervous. It was a novel feeling, too. Relationships weren’t this difficult, were they? Overwhelmed and tired, they found something close to an answer when they touched the villain.

They sucked a hickey into the villain’s chest, lost in thought. Denial invaded their mind like a parasite. Love was a lot, wasn’t it? It was too big of a word, too complex to describe what they were having…

“Fucking Christ,” the villain whined. “Greedy today, huh?”

The hero wasn’t religious by any means but what they were doing was blasphemous, right?

For as long as they could remember, the villain was the enemy. They were the reason why they‘d started training to be a hero and now…well, they didn’t know if this was against the law, too. Racing thoughts didn’t stop them from sucking another hickey into the villain’s abdomen, drawing more and more desperate sounds and heavy panting from the villain.

Biting down into the soft skin, they let their fingertips run over the villain’s sensitive inner thighs. They felt them twitch, heard them moan a fucked-up version of the hero’s name. Hell, what that did to them was…

They let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.

In response, the villain tugged on the hero’s hair, head thrown back as they pushed their hips up and suddenly, the hero didn’t know where to place themselves in this whole picture. Unsure of the role they were playing in the villain’s life, allowing themselves the childish dream of what they could be. God, wretched knife in their chest and all.

If talking could be easy. Fuck, they’d probably be married.

“Easy,” the hero warned. They caught the villain’s hip with one hand and pushed them back into the mattress. A naked hand on naked skin. This was insane.

“You’re so pretty,” the villain’s words garbled but the hero blushed nonetheless. “Fuck, let me—”

In some way, the villain achieved to get on top, drunk on pleasure, nails digging into the hero’s thick shoulders. They leaned forward.

“You look good under me,” they promised sweetly, their voice close to a whisper. They let their teeth sink into the hero’s neck but it didn’t come close to painful.

“Go to hell,” the hero whispered back.

“Dragging you with me. Can’t withstand these muscles.” To demonstrate their statement, they scratched their fingernails across the hero’s abdominals, making them hiss and leaving bright red marks. Four stripes, coding the hero as theirs.

“You little devil.”

“You’re into that…”

“Am not.”

“Oh, please. Don’t get yourself all worked up. I love it when you’re this obedient.” They smiled, showing their perfect set of teeth. Luckily, the hero grabbed their wrists, stopping their scratching crusade and forcing their faces to meet again.

“Come here.” One hand cupped their face instantly as they pulled them in for a kiss.

And they kissed them hard. Hard enough to get back on top, hard enough to forget their thoughts, hard enough to ignore how much they hated themselves and their actions.

If the hero wasn’t bad with words, then this relationship could have a future.

[ghcstpyre]

“In another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you” but it's john wick and assassin!reader

[sentientsky]

hey guys check this out [cries so hard i throw up my entire intestinal tract]

[woosh-floosh]

I saw Barbie today and It’s fine, doesn’t live up to hype at all for me. Extremely hamfisted, shallow, babies first feminist message. Doesn’t seem to be interested in exploring anything deeper. The girl calls Barbie out when she first meets her for all the reductive views of women she represents and this never gets explored! The image of womanhood and femininity it represents is narrow and alienating for someone like me. White feminism basically.

IDK I guess it’s fine for preteens who are first being introduced to feminist thought, I probably would have liked it more at 11. But… can’t we do better than that now?

[kamilion-en-pointe]

I love you

scenes that poetically summarise

major themes of a movie

[gg-ladybug]

Movie!Gabriel Agreste 100% listened to Billie Eilish’s What Was I Made For and cried for days about it

Not just that, he watched Barbie once and had another thermonuclear meltdown over it (that Paris expected) because it started talking about children and mother’s and he just couldn’t handle it

No, I won’t explain (just look at him— he’d never emotionally recover)

[rewrite-canon]

me when sad media piece about romantic relationship: light work no reaction

me when sad media piece about sibling dynamic: oh. okay. its got a little kick.

me when sad media piece about child-parental figure dynamic: LET ME GET UP LET ME GET UP LET ME GET UP ELT MEGET UP ELT ME GET UP ELTMR FJETY UP LEGBR LE FEOT UP