#i keep it in a small glass jar when i dont need it

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Our laundry detergent hasn't shown up yet (my mom has it on autoship) so im using sal suds instead and it did good at getting rid of any sweat smell on my clothes but it doesnt smell super great itself lol (its not bad its just meh)

So for my comforter I put a few drops of cinnamon essential oil and hopefully I didnt put too much 😅

I couldnt tell if it was dripping out at first so there may be like 10 drops of it..........which was unintentional. I mean its on the highest fill cuz my comforter is huge so hopefully it dilutes enough

Otherwise I may have to wash it twice

[sillyandquiteawkward]

sillys (not so) lil info dump about how to be a human being. smiles

htbahb is an album from glass animals, of which notably, all the songs align with different people's lives, perspectives, and feelings, also of which are shown on the (various) album covers. so the easiest way to go thru the story is song by song. but i will show you the album art so you can get a gist of things before we go into details.

these are just some of the various album covers for htbahb, theres a bunch of them, but we dont need to see all of them to see the different lives of our characters.

1, Life Itself

this is our main character for life itself. you can call him a bit of a nerd if youd like. apparently his name is chuck rogers. they dont all have names.

hes an inventor, loves ray guns and strange technology, but as noted in his song, feels like he was raised with expectations hell never be able to achieve. his father as a child said he would be a superstar, but nowadays, he cant get a job and he lives with his mom. hes struggling with finding himself and his place in society and hes doing drugs and feeling like hes absolute rock bottom with everyone being against him. he feels alone and attacked and retreats back into his car or grandmothers basement and keeps folding back into himself.

in the music video for life itself, hes only seen in a few scenes, leading the charge against [popular st] with a smoke bomb as [mamas gun] watches knowingly from the sidelines as perhaps the real leader behind the assault. they seems to be accomplices with each other, as they ride in the car together and seem to be specifically looking for [youth].

2. Youth

now the main character for youth is tricky, it seems like we have two characters for youth, the small child, and assumedly, his mother the waitress. i think i like the interpretation that the mother is the main character for this song, and the child represents the album as a whole. alternatively i also like the idea that the child is youth, and his mother represents [premade sandwiches]. but for the most part, they are just both the characters for youth.

youth is a mother talking about her child, and to her child, almost in a detached sort of way as if they arent able to see each other. a mother speaking her hopes and dreams to her child. somehow these two have been separated when the child was young, perhaps through giving up to adoption, or hinted in the music video, abduction. she wishes best for the child, urges them to feel their mother at their side, and notes that theyve got her eyes. she lists off her wishes for them to be happy and have friends, and be silly. this perhaps is for the best, that they can be happy even without her. i particularly like in this song, the wordplay makes it sound like the singer is counting one, two, three, four, five, when they are singing other words like boy, to, free, funny, and fly respectively.

in the music video for youth, the child is seen almost haunting the mother as she works as a waiter, appearing in several locations playing and running around as she remains dutiful to her job. they briefly sit looking at each other in the same hotel room he had been taken to in life itself's music video.

3. Season 2 Episode 3

this is the main character for season 2 ep 3 and i think one of the cool changes between album covers, as we see a fully done up girl all put together with her make up on, and in the other, someone a bit more silly with her makeup removed. this might be the way she sees herself vs how other people see her.

the song is the lament of a boyfriend to his girlfriend, who seems to be glued to the couch, watching shows, getting high, not changing her clothes, and eating day old leftover food and most notably, mayonnaise straight from the jar. at the beginning of the song, the two of them are high together, however he soon sobers and realizes she refuses to get sober along with him. he tries to convince her that their relationship wont work if she keeps being like this and doesnt try, but she wants him back the way he was (high as well) and views him as a nag. she still makes him happy, but sometimes she makes him sad to see how she lives. even after an acceptance from the boyfriend that she wont change and will never be vertical and golden like he wants and that the relationship will never work out, the song ends hinting that hes picked up getting high with her again due to her calling him a killjoy and wearing him down.

in the music video we watch the girl splay out on the sofa, surrounded by her mess watching tv and doing nothing. halfway into the video, we are brought into the game she plays, as she battles [life itself] [cane shuga] and [the other side of paradise], all of which are men who could possibly be the boyfriend figure.

4. Pork Soda

this is our main character for everyones favorite pork soda. hes an older man, who for the most part seems pretty happy. wonder if hes harboring some long lost feelings or something.

the song opens with a street performance unintelligible to a normal listener, its like passing by a conversation, you are only able to hear bits and pieces of the spoken words. once the song starts you hear a story about this guy's girl who used to be fun and adventurous and would take him along with her. in the same breathe hes begging to go back to the days they were happy together. it seems like they fell out of love, or are in a struggling relationship bereft of communication or the passion it once had. shes only happy when theyre having sex together, and just looking at each other causes him heartache. the song talks about pineapples in my head, and being brain dead, as well as other references to diminishing mental facilities, that perhaps in their age, theyd forgotten about each other.

the music video gives us probably the most clear story line, as we see the wife prepare a meal before sending it through a dumbwaiter into the basement for the husband. there he sits alone, watching tv. up above the wife plays with their dog, imagining the dog is the younger version of her husband. all of her time is dedicated to the dog, and all of his time is dedicated to the tv. they have forgotten they love each other and live in the same house, but live in separate worlds. only after the dog destroys his tv and the husband destroys the floor above him and under her feet, do they finally get back together as he catches her as she falls, surprised and exhilarated for the first time in forever. and things seem to be better as they finally occupy the same room together again.

5. Mama's Gun

This is the main character for mamas gun. shes a victim of the perception of her mental illness. i think this is my fav song of the album.

during the song, the woman initially admits that she took her gun and made her husband go to neverland. however she also says she loved him a lot and he was perfect. through bits and pieces of the lyrics you can come to the conclusion that she has some sort of psychosis, or perhaps schizophrenia in particular as she notes many different voices and figures talking to her. the song references dr swango, a doctor who killed his patients, however he insists to her that him and all the other voices in her head are too from neverland, and that she was a murderer just like him. is she really guilty of murder? what really happened? the flute played during various instrumental parts of the song is a sample from the carpenter's mr. guder, a song about a man who does what hes supposed to in society and his job and gets nothing from it. karen carpenter herself was a victim of her own mental illness and they say that theres a specific purpose for the sample chosen. once the lyrics pick back up, the voices again pipe up and tell her she was a murderer, even the voice who had never spoken says so, so he must be telling the truth right? during the final bit of the song, it seems like her husbands voice joins into her collection of voices, as he bears a cheshire smile and asks her to lay with him once again, and that hes waiting for her. in the end, its unclear what happened with her and her husband, as she goes back and forth saying she was violent, she was doing nothing. this song was inspired by a story they heard of a woman going into a drug induced black out for a month and reappearing in another state with no memory, and the lingering fear that shes done something terrible wrong, and never being able to have the closure of knowing what happened.

theres no music video for this song, but we see her appear in life itself. she and [life itself] drive to the hotel where [poplar st] is holding [youth] captive and attempt to break into the room hes in.

6. Cane Shuga

this is our main character for cane shuga. hes exactly how he seems, a rich white guy who is, of course, using that cane shuga all day everyday.

cane shuga presents a dialogue from two parties, two people in a relationship. the singer promises he wont do coke anymore, that he wont be a john doe in the hospital. the chorus however is the high he rides on, where he thinks hes hot shit, hes 007 james bond, hes as powerful as kim jong, with a popped collar as he looks into the glare of the mirror and hypes himself up after using in the bathroom at work. hes untouchable. the second chorus is his partner, giving up on him, their love has burned up, just like his drugs. theres a humorous line of putting their foot down saying ive had quite enough, but corrects themself and sarcastically says or lack there of, that they arent being given anything anymore by him. regardless, their verses and conversation is short. the chorus of his high is the main focus of the song, and repeat over and over as the days continue.

[cane shuga] appears in season 2 ep 3's music video as [season 2 episode 3]'s potential lover. their stories do seem to entangle, they both are drug users dealing with partners who want to stop using. some people say that he is her partner, that he stops using for her, but falls back into the habit. however this doesnt exactly line up with her song, as she doesnt want him to stop. i think its part of that unreliable narrator theme weve seen in previous songs. people have different experiences with each other and get different messages due to the issue of communication. im not exactly on board with these two being together, but i do understand where people are coming from with this take.

7. [Premade Sandwiches]

this is a spoken word interlude, sped up and pitched down. there doesnt seem to be a character paired with this song, and on cd this song is simply a bonus track hidden behind cane shuga. on first listening its very difficult to catch what is being said, but over and over the speaker is talking about standing in line for various things. this song discusses mindless over consumption of drugs, of buzz words, of natural foods for your dog, watches, new clothes made to look old, the junk drawer filled with phones you dont use, with pens that dont work, with random shit you never needed just piling up. people stand in line and they dont even know why.

8. The Other Side Of Paradise

this is our main character for the other side. hes gonna be a basketball player and make it big babyeee.

so its a bit unclear and vague in the lyrics, but it seems our narrator and the basketball player used to be close friends. he even seems to be in love with the basketball player, calling him my love. but the basketball player leaves their home in new orleans to go chase his dreams out west and make it big, leaving our narrator's side. he told the narrator not to worry but after phone calls, it seems like basketball boy got a girlfriend. hes gloating to the narrator, hes got a girlfriend now, hes got a gold camaro, hes made it big, meanwhile our narrator is at the payphone hearing all this and his world turns in slow motion. no longer is the basketball player his baby blue anymore. hes moved on, hell never have another chance to love his friend. hes so angry and hurt, but he balls up his fist almost in a fight or flight reaction, and settles for the ghost of his love. hed always hoped for a paradise where they could be together but it seems like fate had other plans. he laments the basketball player for ditching them, saying here in new orleans people dont leave and ditch their lady (him). he wants to be loved and pampered by him, not her. heres where the vagueness comes back, the narrator seems to be so distraught that he rather kills himself, or finds that his body looks wrong, perhaps that hes not a girl that couldve been loved by the basketball player.

he only ever appears in the music video for season 2 ep 3 as one of the bosses [season 2 episode 3] defeats, claiming ball is life. there is a music video that was recently released for this song, however it does not depict the basketball player.

9. Take a Slice

this is our main character for take a slice, hes a bit of a slut but he makes it work :) the spoken intro to this song is the real recording the band took while talking to a male fortune teller, so the sausage candle is rather real or a lie from the fortune teller.

take a slice regales the story of a young man who finds pleasures in the sultry sexual aspects of life. hes sucking on cigarettes in a way freud would roll in his grave, hes painted his nails dark, has piercings, hes asking for another slice of cherry pie, cherries being a symbol for all things sex and lust. hes smitten with the idea of being a prize to be sought after, and after trying sex work for the first time, realizes this is the job for him. hes going to fuck his way through college, and sleep during class dreaming of you. wink. hes rolling in the dough, hes got a gold car, hes maybe dabbling in drugs too, and hes filthy and he loves it.

10. Poplar St

ms moore is the main character of poplar st, and shes a cougar, and not the good kind.

a young boy lives a typical suburban life. hes got bandaids on his knees and hes climbing trees. but one day, he sees mrs moore and mr keats have sex. immediately this drags him out of his childhood, hes such a man now that he knows what sex is. this is the first step of her grasp around him. as he gets a bit older, his mother calls her prosti-tits and looks down upon her. but the boy looks up to ms moore, despite his mothers words. mrs moore sees his desperation and pulls him into her clutches. theres a very specific voice crack when her teeth sink in deep and the note hes singing falls flat. this bit of pain expressed is highly contrasted with the chorus coming back in, the boy once again considers himself a real man, a true romantic, this is what all men dream of, isnt it? but there are dead flowers in the sand, hinting that these roses arent just romantic. the next bridge plays and interesting word switch up. it starts out with her begging him for more as she sits in her underwear, and then switches to him begging her for more in his underwear. theyve both wasted their days, but when it comes to his youth and her age, the only one wasting their childhood is him. the song concludes with mrs moore calling him up collect (so he has to pay for the phone call, not her) one day and breaking up with him. and then it all gets pulled out from under him and hes just a boy again. this tells the sad tale of how men and boys' sexual assault and grooming often is pushed to the side because they think this is how things are supposed to go, that they are supposed to have sex and to be used and abused from a woman is supposed to be an achievement. but really all it is, is abuse that leaves him feeling terrible.

11. Agnes

this is agnes :) i think it was mentioned at some point that he takes pictures of people when they arent looking, so to me, i like to think hes the one capturing everyone pictured in this album. bear witness to other humans.

the song starts out where the singer is appearing to try and comfort agnes. how did it get this bad, agnes used to just take pills and smoke a little, somethings changed perhaps. the singer notes agnes is just going through the motions every day, numb, and nervous, but hes swelling with emotion all the same. here the singer laments he wants to hold agnes like hes mine. theres a longing sadness in the lyrics. the next verse confirms the worst, while agnes was perhaps a genius when it came to the romantic, he was a deeply depressed and lonely person. he started to rely on the drugs and the alcohol he used to use recreationally, just to live a normal life. and he ultimately commited suicide. the singer wonders where the agnes he used to know went. however the singer reconsiders, and accepts that agnes did his best, life must feel so unbearably long when its soaked in sadness, living a false life filled with depression. so it goes, the singer thinks, but cant help but to feel lost. the only thing he can think of is agnes, perhaps considering all the art agnes made, all the photos he took of other people, perhaps just thinking about his friend in any aspect. grief is funny like that. on the vinyl record, this song's last seconds repeat over and over until you stop the machine from playing, like a lingering memory you cant stop thinking about.

the agnes music video is much different than the others, as it focuses on the singer, dave bayley as he sits in a centrifuge and attempts to sing the song. this causes a very physical reaction and he struggles to even lift his hand, by the end of it hes sweating profusely and unable to catch his breath, but he persists and continues singing. he mentions this was a mere fraction of what someone going through depression could feel like. during the music video as well, he appears to be looking across from a mannequin, perhaps the stand in for himself once hes put himself in agnes' shoes.

thanks for reading if you did i love being insane. all of these are my personal thoughts on the album, and might not exactly match up with your interpretation, but i have tried to keep to what we believe is what glass animals had in mind for the album and these characters.

[cherry-shipping]

my dunmesh insert is a witch which is NOT the same as a mage they were made by a mage and consists entirely out of magic so they live in the dungeon where magic is abundant otherwise theyd gradually get weaker and die unless they had people feeding their own magic into them regularly and they have a little jar in the middle of their chest which is the core of their being similar to the homunculi (not calling them golems sorry i havent heard any jewish folk mention it but i still dunno what the verdict on using jewish folklore as fantasy monsters is so im just going with a different word) and in the jar is whatever the mage put in to create a “living” being. havent figured out what yet. so anyway since theyre made of magic they can change their physical appearance but if they werent in the dungeon theyd be unable to do anything that expands their physical being since the magic aboveground isnt as abundant as in the entire dungeon is literally made of magic so its everywhere. when hit they can if they react quickly enough turn themselves gaseous or liquid to avoid injury but their weak spot is the glass jar in their chest which if broken will kill them. as they are a being made of magic they cannot revive because they dont have a soul and would simply dissolve into the dungeon. they can perform magic without running out of mana since the very air in the dungeon is enough for them to keep existing. they dont need to eat or sleep but do so if they feel like it (and they do often feel like sleeping.) they have pointed ears but not as long as an elfs, rather just slightly pointed at the tip AND. they have a small secret tail. based on witches in norse folklore sometimes having tails ^_^ oh and also they use magic and spells but its totally different from anyone elses since instead of conducting the magic around them they utilize the magic theyre made of so their spells are their own and they all have stupid shitty names. and they can make any animal into a familiar but it requires a lot of focus. ok thats it Any questions raise your hands.

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey Bestie, your question about getting breakfast in bed got me an idea. And surprise it's a Taligaro request. 😁 Let's say we're part of his army and his girl and one day we start to feel sick and he's so worried and seeks help from a medicine woman in a nearby village and she discovers that we're pregnant. And as soon as she tells him he's so protective, caring and loving,almost like we're made of porcelain so much that we have to stop him. And he's just so happy. I need that today please🥺 Take you're time Bestie 🖤 I love you 🙏(yes that's my favorite gif😅)

Of course bestie, apologies for the wait 🥺 we could all use a little soft Taligaro 🥰💚

You started to stir as the sun shone on your face, through the windowed hold in the tent, the sunrise was just coming up, and it warmed your cheeks to the touch. Speaking of touch, it was the same again. Since you and Taligaro admitted your feelings for eachother, every morning went the same way. He would be the big spoon, cuddling you and having his arms wrapped around your waist. Depending on who would wake up first, if it was him, he would kiss your neck as your eyes started to open. And if it was you, you would reach your hand up to his head and run your fingers through his hair and give his scalp a little scratch, he always loved that. Today however, you woke up first, but it wasnt the same. You felt a low nausea in your stomach and had to quickly untangle yourself from Taligaros warm arms and run outside.

Luckily noone was around, so you ran to a nearby bush and unfortunately ended up being sick twice. You running out of the tent started to wake up Taligaro, and when he heard you being sick, he didnt waist anytime getting out of the tent and going to help you. You were knelt down by this bush just trying to get your breath back as Taligaro knelt beside you, rubbing your back and moving some hair away from your face. "Oh my poor darling, just let it all out" As soon as he said that, you were sick again, but this time having your loving partner there made it less awful. Once your stomach was completely empty, you sat back up and Taligaro held his hand to your forhead.

Your burning up my darling, shall I take you to a healer?" "Its ok Tal, it may just have been something I ate. Let's see how I go for the next hour or so, then we can decide what to do" "What ever you wish" Thankfully, you started feeling normal throughout the rest if the day, and there was no more sickness. However, the same cant be said about the next morning. It happened again, waking up with nausea and ending up having to run outside and get everything out of your system. Once this wave of sickness went, you were sat on a nearby wooden stump as Taligaro brought you a drink of water. "This is the second time this has happend now Y/N. I'm not letting you feel like this anymore, it's not fair. I'm going to get us 2 horses and I'm taking you to a healer" "I agree Tal, I dont want this to keep happening"

You both rode your horses to the next town over, and found the house of a medicine woman. Her home was small and quite dark, but very clean, with lots of diffrent remedies in little bottles and glass jars. "Excuse good lady, my partner is feeling unwell and is in need of your assistance" "Of course general, do tell me what's been going on" You sit down and talk about the sickness you have been experiencing, then she looks to Taligaro and says "Please would you mind just leaving the house for a moment, I need to examine your partner" "Of course, I'll just be outside Y/N" He gives you a kiss on the head before heading out the front door. "Right Y/N, I just need to do something hear" She reaches out and cups your breasts, feeling that they are very tender, and they have swollen too.

"Excuse me but is this really necessary?" "It is, you see Y/N, when was the last time you bled?" "Oh that was...uhh..do you know I actually cant remember. Let me think...god nearly 3 months ago! How could I forget that?" "Hmmm, the sickness only in the morning, the swollen breasts, not bleeding... and has your stomach swollen at all?" You rest your hand over your lower stomach, and just as she said, it had swollen, and it felt a little tougher. "Wait a second?...." "Y/N, your not sick...your pregnant" Your face goes white with shock, your pregnant?! It is shock at first, but when your hand rests against your stomach again, a wave of happiness flows though you, you were carrying Taligaros baby! "Tal!" "Yes" he answers as he enters the house. "Tal I'm...I'm pregnant" "Your-your pregnant? With my- Oh my god, were having a baby?!" He picks you up and spins you around as your both laughing with happiness from the news, you were having a baby with the love of your life.

A few days had passed, and it was safe to say, Taligaro was more than exited. He had already thought of possible names depending on the gender, where to travel to in order for the baby to be safely delivered, but he also was...a little over protective. You weren't allowed to train amongst the other men anymore, you were understanding about that. But if you tried to do other things, he tended to try and stop you. You would try to cook some food for all the men, and he would make you rest instead. Or when you tried to carry weapons on and off the horses when you made camp, he would insist on helping you. It was getting a little much. "Tal, look I love you, you know that. But I'm pregnant, im not made of glass! Please stop treating me like anything could break me" "I'm sorry my darling, I just dont want you to do anything that might make you too tired or stressed or-" "I know, I know. But honestly, I'm alright. I think when I'm further along in the pregnancy you can give me little rules like that, but I'm barely even showing yet. I know my limits, and I know your only looking out for mine and the baby's needs, but please, just relax""Alright Y/N, look I'm.. I'm sorry I went over board, I'm just so excited that were going to have a baby. I have dreamt of being a father, and now its actually happening, with the most perfect woman I could ever wish for" "That's so sweet of you to say Tal. You may not be saying that when I'm screaming out swear words at you when the baby arrives" "I dont care what you say or do when the baby comes. As long as your health and safe along with our child, everything will be perfect"

[grandma-susan]

The quiver in his voice tickled her ears and mind in a way she hadn't felt in years. She couldn't put a finger why it did, but it lit a fire in her that had been snuffed out for decades. The only remnants of that flame were the words she spoke and the smoke that came from her lips when her cigarette was lit. The way he sat there frozen, hair on end, and tail wrapped about, she knew she had finally spooked him thoroughly enough to get through his thick skull. He was less of a rattlesnake now and more of a hognose laying belly up and tongue out.

Though, perhaps she went a little too far, after all, this lad was packing some serious iron and he did look like he put up a decent fight judging by his wounds.

There was a soft pawing at the door and she knew something was looking for her. She dusted her front and her skirt and straightened out her shawl and sleeves. Despite the quick sponge bath she had given him, he was still dusty and carried a stench on him that made her nose wrinkle. But that was a task for another day. "I'm keeping you to it." She huffed, the venom that was in her voice moments before had dissipated and just sounded like a typical old woman. If he were a proper man, he would keep his word. She thought.

"Now hang tight. No more crawling! I don't want to haul your ass into the bed a third time. If you do, I'm leaving you on the floor." She said as she opened the door. There was an excited pant and yip, that made the old woman smile "Move, you're not going in there. Not yet, you're not, but watch the door. If he opens the door, bite him." She chuckled as she closed the door and her footstep gradually faded. "uuuuuuuuugh!" Susan let out a long exasperated groan, as she tossed her shawl to the side. "What a pain in the ass!" She grumbled as she slammed down a pot onto the stove and opened the fridge for the crock she had prepared early this morning. She didn't like much of the new ways but a modern fridge was far more convenient than an old ice box. It kept meat fresher, meals longer, and most of all the marrow didn't go bad or dry in there. She lit a cigarette as she portioned out several ladles of rich brown wobbling gelatin into the heated pot. She stuck the cigarette between her lips as she opened the cabinet and squinted at her spice rack. He had originally planned to mix in an array of spices since she had heard a rumor that spicy food helped imps heal faster. But spices also made food taste good, and, "He doesn't fucking deserve it, little ankle biter!" she said as she slammed the doors shut, out of pure pettiness. What else could she give him? She filled her lungs with smoke and let a stream out as she thought. "Nothing too much, not after all that damage, I dont need him trying to shit out his guts because he ate something solid." No for now, a liquid or mush diet would suffice, at least until he some of the pain alleviated. "Oh." She shuffled over to a jar and opened it and pulled out a three hard tack biscuits. She barely ate these things anymore but they were something to chew on whenever she was too lazy to go to the butcher. Either way they didn't go bad. She placed them on towel on the counter and proceeded to beat the shit out of them. One to break them apart. Two to work off the excess frustration Striker had caused in her, and in a small way she hoped he could hear beat these wheat rocks until they were a fine crumbly powder. Once the broth was simmering she shook the powder into it, and watched the color turn from a rich brown to a pale brown, the liquid thickening as it took on the starches from the hard tack. She turned off the heat and while it was cooling she looked for something to put it all in. She had already spooned in a much larger serving than she would typically give herself. She figured someone twice her height would need it or maybe he'll only muster a glass. Perhaps 20 minute went by before Susan had reappeared in the doorway, with a tray with two glasses, and a rather large pitcher full of the bone broth that had been thickened with the crackers. "You calmed down yet?" She set the tray onto the night stand, filled a full glass and a partial glass. She chugged the partial glass in front of him to show him that it wasn't poisoned and handed him the full glass. "Drink." She told him as she filled out a bottle from her dress pocket and squinted at the label. "Can you imps takes laudanum?"

Striker's anger was overshadowed by shock and humiliation as the sinner's barrage of insults and physical handling left him feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Each word pierced his pride, leaving him feeling smaller than he'd ever imagined. The way she pulled at his horns and tail only added to his embarrassment, reminding him of his impish nature and his lack of control in this situation.

As she effortlessly dragged him towards the bed, Striker couldn't help but wince and gasp in pain, his injuries protesting with every movement. The realization of his own weakness stung, his cheeks burning with embarrassment at being handled like a helpless child.

Clenching his jaw hard, he begrudgingly complied with her demands, tucking his tail in as a silent admission of defeat. Despite his bravado, deep down, he knew he was in no position to resist. His pride may have been wounded, but his body was broken, and he couldn't deny the truth of the old woman's words.

Feeling a mixture of pain, embarrassment, and frustration, Striker cast a glance towards the floor, unable to meet her gaze.

He may have been a tough-as-nails cowboy in his own mind, but in this moment, he felt nothing but shame, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes and threatening to fall.

".....Why are you doing this?"

He murmured, surprised by his own voice being so timid and meek, but he didn't want to anger the cannibal woman any further.

And he wanted to know why he was apparently helping him.

[aliceo035]

Banishing

Banishing is another important part of a witches practice. Banishing is far more specific and direct than warding, often targeted towards a specific spirit, energy or a specific person. Banishing comes on many different forms, these can be candle spells, jars, the use of sound, visualisation, smoke etc.

I will cover some of the most common ways to banish and how to do them!

Banishing jars

With all jar spells, they include a jar which contains ingredients such as herbs (I'll include a list of banishing herbs below), salt, bodily fluids, a petition paper, ashes of a sigil programmed with the intention of banishing, glass shards, nails etc. When encountered with a time you need to banish, simply fill the jar up with ingredients and seal with a black or white wax.

Some practitioners like to create a banishing jar and then shake the jar each time they feel the need to banish negativity or a person.

Spells

They're are hundreds of ways to create a spell, the aforementioned jar is one of them. Spells can range from long elaborate rituals to small candle spells which only take a few minutes to do.

The ingredients for a spell will range from practitioner to practitioner, some of the most common include the use of herbs, fungi, plants, sigils, petition papers, crystals, precious metals, water, oils, moon phases and days of the week.

Smoke

Any form of smoke can be used to banish. Some of the most common ways to banish usually include bundles of herbs, resins, woods, incense etc.

Simply light your way of banishing and let the smoke flow and banish the negativity in the area.

Please be careful when using any form of fire, practice fire safety and always keep an eye on your bundle while it burns. Put it on a fireproof dish or plate so you dont burn your hands.

Sound

Anything that produces sound can be used as a way of banishing. This can be using a singing bowl, singing, an instrument, hitting pots and pans together etc. Anything used with the intent of banishing can be used to banish negativity.

A good idea would be to pick a song which bring you happiness when listening and use that as a form of banishing.

Herbs

There are thousands of herbs out there which can be used to banish. Here are a few you can use!

Some examples are; Dragons blood, Lavender, Garden Sage, Chilli flakes, Rosemary, Garlic ,Thorns, Black pepper, Cedar, Angelica, Basil, Broom, Cumin, Fleabane, Mandrake, Lilac, Hot pepper, Pine, Onion, Rowan, Salt, Black Salt, Wolfsbane (please be VERY careful handling wolfsbane), Yarrow, Rue etc.

Overall, there is a lot of ways to banish negativity. Please note that this isnt am exhaustive list, theres hundreds of ways to banish and this varies from person to person. Depending on the strength of this negativity, it might take multiple attempts to banish before it completely disappears.

[lunerbean]

Witch Tips 24

Holy shit it's been over a year since I posted one of these but it's because I kept setting myself up for failure by putting way too high of expectations on myself to crank out 10 new and unique and helpful tips everytime I got 100 new followers except first it was 10 and then it was 50 and holy shit I got so stressed about these so I've just been writing them down as I've thought of them instead and now here we are, please be gentle.

Hello here are tips

1. Use transfer paper and a hair dryer to decorate candles.

Maybe you're doing a spell for someone & you want to put a picture of that person on the candle. This can be a way to help you better visualize the effects of the spell on the person the spell is for. Or maybe you need a picture on the candle for some other reason. Maybe you want to put pictures of coins on it for a money spell. Or hearts for a love spell. Simply print out whatever you want on transfer paper, cut it out & place the image face-down on the candle. Then, you'll want to get your hairdryer and a piece of tissue paper (I highly suggest the tissue paper is the same color as the candle, otherwise you risk getting that color onto the candle. Which can also be fine, but if it's not what you want...) use the blow dryer on a low-warm setting to melt the photo onto the candle side. Remove the tissue paper and there you have it! A picture printed onto a candle.

2. You can incorporate witchcraft into ANYTHING... even brushing your teeth.

I recently got this fucking delicious toothpaste from Trader Joe's. I'm one of those people who sometimes struggles to brush my teeth twice a day because I hate the taste of toothpaste. So I got a super unconventional toothpaste flavor instead, "fennel, propolis, & Myrrh. And about a week after using it, it struck me -holy shit these ingredients have meaning behind them. Most obviously, myrrh is associated with wisdom and meditation. And fennel has been used in magic for centuries! Even if you use regular mint toothpaste, that ingredient has power behind it! Obviously this goes more so for natural toothpastes but I'm sure you can find a way to enchant other varieties as well! Use the ingredients already infused into your toothpaste for enchantments & glamours!

3. Actually study your grimoire.

If I sound at all harsh by saying this, it's only because I'm being harsh with myself too. Study your grimoire. Don't just write everything down & then expect to have it all perfectly memorized & be a master in everything you research. Reread it. Rework it. Learn.

4. Feel drawn to be a sea witch but you don't live by the ocean? Get a saltwater aquarium!

First off, I'm not saying that it's a flawless solution. Being a witch of the sea is more than just using salty fish water in your craft. HOWEVER, with that out of the way, there's no way that a salt water aquarium will harm your craft as a sea witch. Think of it like a houseplant for a green witch. Sure, living in the forest would be better but it's still something special to be able to bring a little piece of your craft into your home.

5. Personal taglocks make a spell more powerful, but exercise caution when using them.

Undoubtedly, using a taglock (such as a strand of hair) can better connect you to the spells you're performing, but they're not always wise to use. I only use them in extremely personal spells and crafts. Things that no one except for me can have access to. I would never suggest using a taglock on something that you wish to give another person (especially another witch) such as a spell bottle or sachet. Even if you're best friends. Even if you're siblings. Even if you're MARRIED. You never know when a relationship can turn south or what someone is capable of when they're extremely angry with you. Don't risk it.

6. Be respectful of the deities that you don't worship or work with

I don't work with deities. Shocker, I know. I have my own belief system when it comes to higher powers that I won't get into on Tumblr, probably ever. But I do believe in showing respect to all things, both living, dead, & otherwise specified. If a deity approaches you who you're not interested in working with, please remain kind & respectful with in declination. You're allowed to say no to anyone and everyone.

7. Just because someone is more experienced doesn't necessarily mean they're always right.

Without naming names or being too specific, there was a witch I followed on Tumblr for a long time. They were much older than me and had been a witch for like 20+ years. I followed everything they said as fact. But slowly, over time I started to learn more and realized I didn't always agree with them. They were SO negative. If they heard basically anything new that younger witches were coming up with, they'd have a whole 10 paragraph post about how "stupid and wrong and ridiculous and fake" these new witches were. There was not an ounce of open mindedness with this person. And because of that, I started to feel really bad about myself and my craft. Things they said would stick with me and I'd feel so shitty about it. Well fuck. That. More experience means absolutely nothing if the person is unwilling to learn or expand their minds beyond their previous knowledge. Anyone can learn and anyone can teach. Age means nothing. Surround yourself with open minded people.

8. Put full moon water into your humidifier to charge your space.

This is an idea that only just occurred to me while I was setting up my crystals & jar of water to charge under the full blue moon on Samhain. I always turn my glowing humidifier on at night while I sleep. As I watched the mist begin to arise out the top I thought to myself, 'if I'm charging that water (the glass jar on my altar) for the full moon, why not this water too?' So now, I just add a little splash of full moon water into my humidifier water whenever I'm performing rituals or doing spell work. This way, the full moon water can charge my entire bedroom with the power of the full moon as I work.

Speaking of...

9. You can charge water under more moon phases than just full.

I don't know if that wording was weird or not so I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense. My point is, I always see people talking about moon water as if it's only full moon water. The moon holds power in every phase she goes through. Adding to the above tip, you can put new moon water into your humidifier to cleanse your space. Waxing moon water to help you plan and focus. And waning moon water to assist during a banishment spell. Hell yeah dude, all phase of the moon are useful and powerful!

10. Incense matches are a great alternative to full incense sticks

I love burning incense, but sometimes it can really overwhelm the area, especially because my house is small & I dont want to expose my cat to it. Incense matches are literally matches that are covered in incense powder. They burn for just a few minutes & produce a steady stream of smoke for spells. They come in a bunch of different scents. I buy them locally for 30 matches for $1.05USD but you can probably find them cheaper online. Still be sure to keep them away from pets & those who are smoke-sensitive.

Thank you so much for reading, follow me for more #10tips, search my blog for the previous 230 tips, & have a magical day.

[conniespringerblkwife]

Making Snow Globes

(Erwin Smith x Reader | Fluff)

Day 5 of 25 Days of Christmas with AOT Characters

A/N: NGL this is kinda cringe, but it was based off a dream I had soooo. Also, I realized I never wrote and Erwin Smith before.

Taglist: @didiyogo

Warnings: Cringe material

Summary: Erwin has big dad hands so he can't glue on a tiny figurine for his snow globe.

*512 Words*

"I don't know why you chose the hardest activity to do." Erwin fussed as he tried to keep his tiny child from falling. You two were making homemade snow globes and you thought it would be fun, but Erwin's complaints were starting to piss you off.

You didn't even think it was going to be that hard. You had all the supplies: glass jars, glue, glitter, glycerin, and mini figurines. You watched numerous videos on how to make snow globes and thought it would be a fun project to do with your boyfriend.

You were almost done with placing the mini figurines on the inside of the lid. You admit it was difficult to keep them from falling. "Are you seriously going to give up Erwin?" One thing about Erwin was that when he puts his mind to something he never stops. No matter how frustrating the task he does not stop...At all.

You heard him scoff. "Of course not." He then lifted his lid. "Look! Y/n! I finally got it to stand up." The moment he showed you, the mini figure fell again. You covered your mouth trying not to laugh.

"Let me help you love." You got up from your chair and circled around him. Your arms reaching around his broad shoulders as you grabbed the glue and examined the bottom of the figure. "The problem is you're adding too much glue. You only need a little." You said in a gentle voice as if you were talking to a child. When you finished adding little amounts of glue you placed the figurine gently but firmly onto the lid. "See?"

You moved to the side of your boyfriend to see his reaction. He was still staring at the figurine. "Thank you, Y/n", He said. You then gave a peck on his lips and went back to finish your snow globe.

While you were finishing up, you felt Erwin's eyes trained on you the entire time. He hardly concentrated on his snow globe.

When you reached for the glitter, you finally spoke up. "Erwin why are you staring at me?"

"Because I'm wondering how I got so lucky."

You laughed at his words. "All I did was help you glue a figurine onto a lid."

He sighed and got up from his chair to walk over to you. "Not what I meant Y/n." He leaned over you. One hand behind your hair and another rested on your cheek. "I meant I'm happy that you're mine and I can spend this time with you."

Erwin then leaned in for a kiss and you allowed you two mouths to connect.

Erwin's lips moved against yours passionately as his thumb made small circular caresses against your cheek. Your hands then came up to wrap behind his neck in order to bring him closer to you. You couldn't help but smile against his lips.

When you two pulled away you were still smiling.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing, I just love when you get like this." Then you pulled him into another kiss.

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I wanna go back to when I didn't see an 18+ Levi and Erwin Christmas fanart. IF YALL DONT LET THAT MAN REST

[postnuclearophelia]

ok i made homemade hair conditioner and it made my hair so silky soft and beautiful. my hair routine (curly and dry usually) is dry combing before i get in the shower, using a shampoo bar to wash my roots, using my homemade conditioner (recipe below) to condition up until wear my head comes off the crown like i don't go anywhere near the roots they dont need it... i massage the conditioner into my hair, leave it while i do everything else (10minish) and then rinse it out. then i take my shampoo bar and go lightly back over the hair. when i get out i wrap my hair in a t shirt and let it air dry (no extra product) if it gets frizzy over night i put uberlube (silicone based lubricant infused w vitamin e) in my hair.

conditioner recipe:

this is not like shelf stable and needs to be kept in the fridge but i live in a tiny studio apartment so it doesnt bother me at all to walk from the fridge to the shower. if you've ever made an aioli at home this is basically that but not to be eaten, but technically u could eat it.

ingredients: 2 egg yolks, 1/2 cup of coconut oil, 1/2 cup of orange blossom water, a couple drops of orange essential oil, raw honey, apple cider vinegar

whisk ur egg yolks together until they're super creamy and velvety, then incorporate a tiny amount of liquid or liquified coconut oil, slowly add small amounts while whisking constantly until eventually adding full amount. whisk in 1/2 cup of orange blossom water, 2 drops of essential oil, 1-2 tbsp of raw honey and 1 tbsp of apple cider vinegar. then i pour it into a glass jar and keep it in the fridge. it separates a little once the cocunut oil rehardens but it doesnt really bother me to remix it. it makes like 2 cups and i think it'll last me like 4 washes which is like 1-2 weeks depending. i think it would last like honestly 3-4 weeks in the fridge cause of the vinegar. u could also add salt and that would help it stay good.

<3

[book-of-yanderes]

Hi! I just found your account (and I love that you made it clear that there is a difference between fiction and reality, didn't saw it often enough till now) and saw that you even write for OHHS? Is this a dream come true?? ✨ Could I request a yandere Hikaru with a rather introverted reader who (not only doesn't gets hints) keeps to themselves most of the times, but just have problems expressing that they care for others? You know, the type that say "you should take more care of yourself" when you are ill in a not very empathizing way, but then put a little 'eat and drink this, the medicine is on the bottom, get well soon, dont overwork yourself' note with a little bag of grocery stuff inside his locker? I kinda wanna see him going yandere, just completely madness ✨🥺 You don't have to ofc! Have a great night anyways!

Oblivious, Yet Caring (Yandere Hikaru x Reader)

Word Count: 1129

Warnings: obsession, jealousy, possessiveness

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It was the same thing, again.

Hikaru and Kaoru had pulled out a shenanigan that ended up with Hikaru hurting himself.

He didn’t care though. 

As a host, it helped him with the princesses and princes that love him. They worried about him and he would feign pain to have them fawn over him even more.

The one thing he didn’t expect was his classmate Y/N to help him out.

“Seriously, you need to be more careful, Hikaru.” they spoke as they helped him organize his shelf in his bedroom.

They were good enough friends that Hikaru invited Y/N over quite a bit. Although he found he was starting to fall for them with how much they tended to him and cared for him. And sure, they came to support him at the Host Club, but it was moments like this where he found himself growing more and more fond of his friend.

But he didn’t expect to get sick just a few weeks after his injury healed.

“Hey, maybe don’t be at the club if you’re not feeling well, Hikaru,” Kaoru commented as he saw Hikaru trying to hide yet another cough during their lunch.

Hikaru looked at Kaoru with a blank expression for a moment before smiling wide. “Hey! I’m completely fine with hosting! Anyways, you and I are a pair…” a cough cut him off and Hikaru was quick to grab his napkin to cover his mouth.

“Seriously… you should go home and rest.” Kaoru only seemed displeased with his brother’s actions.

Kaoru wasn’t the only one.

Y/N was still in the classroom, organizing their wallet/purse before going out to buy themself a lunch. It was easy to note Hikaru wasn’t feeling well, and that was enough for them to feel sorry for him.

An idea was quick to form in Y/N’s head as they left the room, enough for them to hurry off to the local convenience store instead of the restaurant they first had planned to go to.

By the time lunch was almost over, Y/N was back. In their hand was a delicate and pretty package, something fancier than the commoner’s brown sack for a lunch. Before sneaking over to the locker designated to Hikaru, they checked the contents one last time before slipping in a written note. They opened the door to Hikaru’s locker and shut it. 

Thank goodness the classroom trusted each other enough to keep the lockers unlocked in the back of the room.

Soon, it was time to resume lessons, helping to pass time along.

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“Just go home, I’ll tell boss that you’re not feeling well.” Kaoru was done with it. He knew Hikaru wasn’t feeling well.

Fed up with how much lecturing came from his brother, Hikaru caved in. “Fine… I’ll go home.”

It was enough for Kaoru. He ended up heading off fast to the music room, leaving Hikaru alone in the classroom. Everyone was gone, except for him.

Hikaru walked over to his designated locker and opened it, grabbing his bag automatically before noticing the foreign object placed on the shelf in the locker. It was an orange and blue bag, decorated in a blue ribbon and a fake blue flower. It wasn’t something he was expecting, but he was curious all the same.

He grabbed it and began to open it, finding the folded note first.

   “Hikaru, I overheard that you were sick and saw how bad it’s been affecting you today in class. I made this little goody bag for you with some items to hopefully help you recover quickly.                                                 Get well soon!                                                              Y/N”

Hikaru set the note down on the desk and went to start pulling out the items. There in the bag was herbal tea, some freshly ground ginger in a small glass jar, and a few cans of his favorite chicken flavored soup.

Y/N did all of this for him?

They really did care about him.

But what Hikaru didn’t expect was for this to make him snap.

If Y/N was this caring for him, then they had to be that special somebody.

He had to be with them.

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Over the next few weeks after Hikaru had recovered, he did everything to grab Y/N’s attention. Subtle hints of how he loved them, how he was overjoyed to see them, spending time with them also increased.

But Y/N didn’t seem to notice the love Hikaru was pouring out to them.

He was getting frustrated.

Any time he saw them talking to the other hosts when they came to hang out at the club visibly upset him.

When Tamaki went to do his usual approach on a guest, it was the last straw.

“Y/N, come with me!” Hikaru shouted across the room when he saw Tamaki dip them.

The shout startled both parties, making Tamaki and Y/N look over at Hikaru. Tamaki was quick to bring them back up, but they were sdnatched quickly by a pissed off Hikaru.

“Hikaru, what’s wrong?” Y/N asked as he dragged them out of the room and into a quiet and more hidden hallway in the school.

Hikaru didn’t respond off the bat and instead went to corner Y/N, trapping them between his arms. Their faces were only a few inches apart, both locking eyes with one another.

“How stupid are you?” he nearly shouted it.

Y/N only kept silent, mouth agape with no answer coming out. Their eyes were wide, not understanding why their friend was so upset.

“I love you and you don’t even see it! And to allow Tamaki to romance you like that? When I’m obviously showing you my feelings for you?”

The confession mixed with anger was making Hikaru red in the face, although Y/N also now had a face dusted with the pink of the blood rushing into their cheeks. Never did they think Hikaru was in love with them.

“Hikaru… I didn’t know you liked me in that way.”

“Well, I do!” 

After that statement, he pulled Y/N into his arms and hugged them tightly. He nuzzled into their upper neck before having his lips close to their ear.

“You always worry about my wellbeing, how can I not fall in love with that? I want you to be mine and mine alone. No one else’s.”

His breathing was shaky as he continued to hold onto Y/N tightly. He was still a bit angry, but now he was calming down as he held them. This felt right, to have them in his arms. And when they began to raise their own arms around him, he felt joy begin to surge throughout him.

“Y/N, be my love. Be with me forever.”

[thisisgonnafuxkinkillme]

POV: You Got Wayyy Too High

Warnings: Drug use (weed lol)

Aizawa Shouta/ Eraserhead

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked Aizawa as he plopped his bag at the door. You were trying to smoke weed from a pipe, but instead of lighting the actual herb, you were trying to heat it up from the bottom of the pipe.

You’d never smoked weed, but wanted to try it and bought the supplies from a local smoke shop, as well as buying some good stuff from your friend.

Unfortunetly, you also didn’t bother to look up how to actually use a pipe, instead just relying on knowledge you gained from drug documentaries.

This meant that you only knew how people heated up heroin with a flame under the spoon, which meant that surely you could do the same with weed.

“No, no, no, no. Stop that,” he ordered. You were his age, but nonetheless still buckled under his stern tone.

“Look, do you need me to show you how to do it?” he asked, gently taking the glass pipe from your hand. You nodded.

“Watch carefully,” he ordered, as he properly lit up the herb as he inhaled the smoke. He then passed it to you, watching you carefully to make sure you were doing it right. Soon, you got the hang of it.

Even sooner, though, you were a coughing mess.

“Calm it down, there. Don’t take huge puffs. You’re not impressing anyone here, y/n,” he scolded, taking another puff. He did it effortlessly, as if he’d done it for years. (He has.)

You wanted to impress him, though, even though he seemed to not care what you did. You just wanted to prove to him that you were ~cool~.

Well, this ended up in you looking very... uncool.

While Aizawa was chilling with a pretty decent high, you were laid across the bed, starfish style, blasting music in your ears. You were honestly vibing though, so Aizawa didn’t mess with you. For now.

The next day, he definitely teased you a little bit about how totally out of it you were, and how you listened to the same song on loop for 3 hours.

“How did you know that?” You asked, cocking a brow.

“Uh, because your headphones weren’t plugged in?”

Yagi Toshinori/ All Might

He was smoking when you came home, and though he tried to hide it, you smelled it. He acted as if he was just caught as a 17 year old in his mom’s house.

“Uh, no, it’s nothing! I...I don’t do anything like that!” He insisted.

“Toshi, come on. I can smell it,” you smiled. He covered his face.

“Please, please, keep this between you and I...I only do it because it helps with the pain and-”

You cut him off, “ I dont care why you do it, just lemme have some already!” 

Of course, you were just teasing him, and he knew that, but he couldn’t help but ask, “...You smoke?”

You shook your head playfully.

“If you’ll let me, I’d like to try some, though!” 

He passed it to you, and you took a way-too-long drag. Instantly, you were doubled over, coughing and hacking your lungs out. 

He patted your back firmly.

“Since this is your first time, you’re gonna cough a little. Just try to take smaller puffs and take deep breaths. There you go.”

Once you recovered, and Yagi got his turn, he handed the joint back to you. It continued to be passed back and forth between you two until it was finally no longer than a centimeter. 

For a moment, you both just chilled out on the couch together, just vibing. That was until Toshinori noticed your goofy, dreamy facial expression. He chuckled to himself, but that was all you needed to become hysterical, laughing so hard that you couldn’t breathe. Seeing you laugh so much of course made Toshi a mess as well, which only added to your decent into utter madness.

Eventually, though, you both calmed down, and Toshi excused himself so that he could go take a quick bath. He often did this whenever he smoked, so that the warm water could aid even more in soothing his aching muscles and creaky bones.

So you were left alone. Totally unattended. At first, everything was totally fine.

However, as you started to actually feel the effects of the herb, you began to panic.

Is this normal? Does everyone else feel like this when they smoke? Oh God, this isn’t right...oh fuck, I’m gonna be the first dumbass to OD on THC...fuck...

Thoughts whizzed past your brain, every single one making sure you knew how totally fucked you were.

Tears streamed silently down your cheeks as you counted your pulse with two fingers on your wrist, but you coulnd’t find a pulse.

oh fuck...i’m probably going to pass out any minute now...it’s all over...

Images of your final goodbyes to everyone you loved flashed just behind your eyes.

“How’re you holding up, pumpkin?” asked Toshi, coming back from the bath, in a robe and his golden hair still damp.

You looked at him, your eyes red and puffy.

“Toshi...I’m...I’m dying...I love you, okay?” you murmured. He would have laughed, all except he saw the genuine fear in your eyes. 

He sat down next to you, surrounding you with all of his lanky limbs. 

“You’re not dying, honey. What you’re feeling right now is totally normal, I promise. Take some nice, deep breaths for me. Come on. There you go. Good.”

He cradled you there for a good while, until he felt your tense muscles finally slacken, and your breathing evened out.

Toshi made a mental note to never let you smoke that much ever again, guilt pinching at his sides.

Fatgum/Taishiro Toyomitsu

You had taken an edible cookie from your friend. She told you it was just a small bit in there, just enough for you to feel something.

You decided to be modest, eating just half of the cookie. You didn’t notice any effects, and out of sheer boredom you decided to go ahead and eat the rest of it. No harm in that, right?

Well, an hour later, it kicked in. You were expecting to feel something interesting, but you definately weren’t expecting anything like this at all. 

Everything seemed so far away. Even your breathing sounded like it was coming down a long corridor and echoing to your ears. You could feel your soul swimming in your body. 

Fatgum, who you lived with, luckily finished his hero duties early, and walked into the house joyfully as usual.  He called out your name. You didn’t reply.

His large footsteps could be heard, but you were too busy thinking about how weird breathing sounds to notice. 

Fatgum soon found you collapsed on the bathroom floor, face pressed against the cool tile.

Immediately, he propped you up against the wall, looking into your eyes with great concern.

“What did you take? Y/n, look at me. What did you take?” 

You lazily looked at him, your face completely serious. As serious as it could be, anyway.

“...i...it was...edible...” you mumbled out. As soon as he understood, he was laughing hysterically.

“s..stop...s not funny...” you grumbled, punching him in the gut. 

“Alright, alright... let’s get you into bed. You’ll feel much better once you wake up,” he smiled, picking you up and bringing you into the bedroom. 

You quickly were comforted by the warm, heavy comforter. Fatgum took a moment to look at you in your groggy state, trying his best to hold back a laugh. It was so painfully obvious that you’d never done anything like this in your life. His only regret was not being around to witness your ascent into cloud 9.

Soon, though, you had drifted into dreamland.

Hizashi Yamada

You locked yourself in your bathroom, sneakily lighting up the joint you bought off of your friend. Your boyfriend was in his room, playing Fortnite or some shit, and frankly, you were embarrassed to smoke in front of him. You knew that he’d definately find something to roast you about, and he was relentless.

A couple minutes after you lit up, though, the door was basically busted down.

“HEY, HEY! You better be planning on sharing some of that!” yelled Hizashi, his hand already out and waiting. He still had his headset on, but you saw with relief that his mic was turned off. You passed it to him.

“Augh! Where the hell didja get this weak shit, y/n? Nah, this ain’t gonna cut it,” he complained, putting it out. 

“Hey! I got that from my friend, dude! What the hell?” you frowned. Before you could be too mad at the waste, though, Hizashi pulled out a small wooden box from under his bed. Opening it, he revealed his stash of entirely too much pot.

You covered your mouth, stifiling a laugh. How the fuck could you have not smelled it? 

Within five minutes, he’d rolled up a blunt, and was passing it to you, already lit. 

It was gone after a little over half an hour, and you could already feel the effects. Your eyes were dry, your stomach craving junk food, and your brain craving chill vibes.

He returned to his game, unbothered but his volume definately toned down about 5 notches. He was a lot more chill than you’d ever seen him act, ever.

You found your way into the kitchen.

Once his game was over, he met you in there. You were in front of the fridge, pulling out thing after thing. By the time he’d gotten to you, you had eaten half a jar of pickles, three pieces of cake (with your bare hands), drank a bunch of soda, and you were headed for the chips that were sitting idly on the top of the fridge.

“oh, God...what the fuck are ya up to, dude?” he groaned. He did not want to deal with this mess.

You grinned at him.  “I dunno, maan... look dude could you just get me these up here? please bro...” you giggled. He sighed dramatically, taking them.

However, instead of handing them over to you, with your dirty little fingers, he ate them.

“stoppp, bro, please lemme get some!” you pouted. He acted as if he couldn’t hear you, leaving the kitchen. You followed after him, kicking him in the shins. 

Still, he didn’t seem to notice.

“Hizashi, come on, maaannnn!” 

He laid himself on the bed, covering himself with blankets. He pulled out his phone, calling you.  “Y/n, I miss you so much, man. Come chill out!” he spoke into the phone, trying his best not to break the act. You were absolutely furious at this point, punching at him.

“I’m right here, you doughnut!!” you groaned.  Dramatically sighing, Hizashi frowned, “I really wish y/n was here to sesh with me...” all while still eating the chips. You jumped on top of him. 

Finally, you caught him off gaurd, grabbed the chips, and locked yourself back up in the bathroom. 

This time, though, he just left you be. 

[paellaplease]

HAII!! if it hasnt been done yet, could you do revali x reader with basorexia? maybe reader really wants to give him a kiss but she really cant since,, yknow she has lips and he has a fuckin beak so she just decides to give him a lil smooch on the cheek? idk that was just an idea i had in mind, u dont have to write it!

22. basorexia - the overwhelming desire to kiss.

pairing: revali x reader summary:  revali spirits you away to enjoy the new years eve festivities.

   In the darkness of your room, you awoke to the sound of a soft tapping on your window. Twisting in the mess of blankets and pillows, you pushed aside the papers and textbooks that had accumulated at the foot of the bed, noticing only then that the candle at your desk had long since extinguished. 

Head pounding, you rubbed at your tired eyes, feeling heavy. How long had you been asleep?

The tapping grew more insistent, forcing you to get up. Grumbling, you allowed yourself a second to stretch, ignoring how your room felt like water sloshing in a glass. 

"Yeah, yeah. Hold on!" You said, hobbling to the window. Brushing the mess of hair from your eyes, you pulled the curtains away and roughly pushed it open. 

The culprit hovered outside, eyes bright and smug. Revali looked very much at home though he was floating at a dizzying distance away from the ground. In the sleepy haze, he looked like a painting of some myth you had read before, with the late night sky as his backdrop and the outline of your window as his frame. 

"Took you long enough."

"Apologies. I thought some tree branches were hitting the glass." 

The Rito made a show of turning in the air. "Funny, I don't see any nearby trees."

"I know," you sighed, disappointed. 

Revali rolled his eyes and poked his head through the window, feathers brushing past your cheek as he ignored your personal space in favour of scoping out your room. The stiff turn of his neck as he looked around reminded you of the curious and confused little birds that landed on the sill from time to time. 

"Quite a dreary home you have here." Gesturing to the overall darkness, he pointed to your stack of scattered papers. "You shouldn't study without proper lighting, it's bad for your eyes." 

"I was asleep."

"Why, I'm surprised. And here I thought you were one of the festive many who choose to stay awake at an ungodly hour in order to count down the remaining seconds of the year."

"Well," you shrugged, not wanting to meet his eyes. "Not like it's anything special. New year, same shit. What difference would a countdown do?" 

Biting down on your tongue, you stopped yourself from saying anymore. The cold breeze sifted past the light shirt you were wearing, making you shiver. 

He was right, normally you were one of those people who stayed up, excitedly watching the hands of the clocktower tick til they reached midnight. You enjoyed the energy of being in a collective crowd, waiting with bated breath for the first inhale and exhale you would take into the brand new year.

The final month on the Hylian calendar brought a sense of relief and a hope for new beginnings. Usually today of all days  you were at your happiest, jumping at the prospect of celebrating along with the rest of the kingdom and yet…

That sinking weight clawed at your chest again, forcing you to clamp down on it once more.

You grimaced. There it was; that bitter feeling. Hylia. How annoying. It twisted in your brain like an angry snake, pulling down your mood and enthusiasm along with it. 

Last year you wanted to cheer and dance until the morning light. Now all you felt like was staring at the wall. Or falling asleep. 

You blinked, turning back to the window to see Revali patiently waiting for you to continue. Feeling your face warm, you hustled your brain to get a move on. A coherent thought would be great right about…now!

"Hey have you ever wondered why they don't grow trees on this side of the castle? It's not fair the more expensive quarters get all the pretty greenery. I mean, non-noble guests still need that sweet oxygen everyone keeps raving about, you get me?" Shut up brain, that's enough. I said a coherent thought. C o h e r e n t. 

Stars in his wings, Revali shook his head but answered anyway. "I agree, it's hardly fair. Also go change into something warm, we need to get you outside."

"What? Why?"

Something in the Rito's expression clued you in to the fact that he wasn't in the mood to play stupid. You've been sitting in the dark for the past few days and it didn't take a private investigator to know it was playing tricks with your head. "Fine, but when I say we go back--we go back, got it?"

He huffed, turning around to give you some privacy. "I promise on my honour."

The brightly lit lanterns of the town square made you squint as you shuffled closer to your guide, the sound of the city loud in your ears.

Though less prominent, the twisting feeling in your gut continued, making you more hyper-alert than usual to the world around you. Adjusting the sleeves of your coat, you followed Revali past the streets, the Rito expertly navigating through the sea of people. 

Somewhere along the way he had taken your hand, and you told yourself it was a good way for you both to stick together. Wouldn't want you getting lost and spending the final minutes of the year playing an elaborate game of hide and seek after all. He was a great friend like that. Nevermind that everytime you would hold his wing a little tighter to remind yourself that he was there, he would always squeeze back. 

You needed a distraction. 

Just focus on everything that's not him.

The night was alive with the sound of music. It didn't matter if you partied with an alcoholic drink in hand, or a glass of milk, everyone in Hyrule was filled with an addictive buzz that came with an event that only happened once a year. Vendors with bright smiles called out from their stalls, the smell of freshly baked sweets or the sizzle of a barbecue beckoning you to take a closer look. To your left, a group of friends raised their hands in the air, loudly welcoming a Goron that had turned up late but regardless had finally arrived. 

The archer followed your line of sight, guessing the question bouncing in your head. "Daruk is in Eldin, probably rattling Death Mountain with that story again about the Moblin camp and the barrel of explosives."

"I love that story."

"Of course you would."

"Sorry about your feathers though."

"Whatever, they grew back."

"How about the one's on your--"

"Anyway," he interjected quickly, playfully nudging you to the side and glowering at your laughter. "We've been told to 'take a break'. The other Champions have chosen to spend this day with their families and loved ones. We are planning to regroup and continue preparations in the days following."

"How about you?"

"I already said it."

Your cheeks coloured at the implications of his words, mind replaying the previous sentence. Families and loved ones. Families and loved ones. He didn't even hesitate. You both were not related. So that left you with...

"Woah!" Digging your heels into the dirt, you abruptly paused your brisk walk and saved yourself from colliding with the archer's back. 

Stopping at one of the stalls, Revali held two fingers up. You glanced up at him questioningly but he refused to give anything away, expression relaxed. The vendor returned quickly, the Rito thanking them quietly and placing the payment on the bright yellow table cloth along with a large tip in their jar. 

He turned around, dropping a square shaped pastry into your hands. It was some kind of rice cake, with a fluffy exterior and a golden baked surface that smelled of butter and felt warm like the sun. 

Taking a bite, you smiled at the hints of coconut that were hidden in its sweet flavour. The sticky treat was familiar somehow. "Is this so luck sticks to you in the new year?"

Revali scoffed, though failed to hide his own smile behind the cake held in his wing. "You said the same thing when we first met. You need new material."

"Says the baron of bird puns."

"I am the king." He punctuated the statement by biting into his own rice cake. Offering his wing, he gently took your hand once more, turning back to step again into the busy promenade. 

Following him, you noticed that the crowds ever so slowly began to thin. A lantern lit hill was coming up. The grassy expanse was dotted with a few people, though it was blessingly not as populous as the town square. "I should be the one that's surprised. Thought you hated crowds unless their attentions were all on you."

"It's tolerable so long as I am with good company." 

The both of you walked up the hill with an unspoken agreement to make it to the top. Taking a seat on the grass, you allowed yourself to breathe, chest heaving from the small burst of exercise after days of being sedentary. 

The twinkling lights of Castle Town stretched out before you. Gazing at it, you could imagine all the untold stories hidden in the glowing little pockets of the alleys and in the hushed whispers behind closed doors. Funny how in a city so full of people, one can feel so alone. 

Revali was the first to speak, breaking you from your thoughts. "I think I can understand now. Looking at it from this distance, it really can feel like nothing much has changed."

You continued to stare at the lights, trying to focus on a certain string in an attempt to ground yourself. "Yeah. Sometimes it feels like though the world continues to spin, I'm remaining completely still. Just stagnant."

Frowning, you ran your hands through the grass, feeling the dirt shift under your fingers. You could feel your frustrations building, bubbling up to the surface with no way of dragging them back down. 

"And the challenges just get worse every year. How am I going to face those old problems and these new ones if I'm still the same lost person I was back then?"

Your voice echoed at the last sentence, making you hide your head in embarrassment. That was loud.��

Some strangers relaxing on the hill turned around to flash you an annoyed glare, before quickly returning to their picnics after spotting the Great Eagle Bow on your friend's back. 

 "I'm so sorry." You wanted more than anything then to dig a hole and hibernate preferrably for the next hundred years or so. "I'm yelling, that isn't like me. I'm so so--"

"There's nothing to be sorry about. You needed to say it." He glanced at you from the corner of his eye. There was a serious element to it that made it a little hard to breathe. "There is one part of that I don't agree with, however."

"What is it?"

"That entire section about you, how did you put it, stagnanting." He twisted a wing in the air, thinking on his words before pointing a feather directly at your face. "You're fully capable of enacting the change you want to see in yourself."

You felt a little dizzy now. But another kind of dizzy, one very different from the vertigo you felt waking up in the darkness of your room. 

"And who said you were exactly the same as you were back then? You've changed. In a good way. You're stronger and more capable of things I'm sure the person you were two years ago or even less couldn't even fathom doing." 

Turning to face you, Revali gave you his full attention, compelling you to do the same as the cadence of his speech joined the steady rhythm of your own beating heart. From the back of your mind, you could barely register the sound of people gathering together, their voices floating into the cold night air. 

'Ten!'

"It's difficult to see your own progress from a distance."

'Nine!'

"So take my advice and start looking at yourself up close for once."

'Eight!'

He had that expression on his face, one that said he was thinking too hard about something. It was like watching him try to pull the planets together with just a piece of string. His brows were furrowed so deep that your fingers wished to run over his feathers and smoothe the worried creases. 

'Seven!'

You slowly reached out to him, giving him enough time to back away. Revali stilled as your hands traced up the nape of his neck, leaning in as his pulse thrummed underneath the soft pads of your fingertips. 

'Six!'

He opened his beak the moment you reached his face. You paused, half expecting him to tell you to let go and pretend like it never happened. 

Instead, he called out your name. 

'Five!'

He said your name again, though quieter now. It was enough to tug at the invisible force drawing you two together. Enough so that the polite distance nervously enforced by the both of you gradually began to dissipate, trailing away like a ribbon of smoke as you both leaned in closer.

'Four!'

"May I--," He cleared his throat, eyes darting away for a second before they were back on you again. Bright green in the lantern light. Emeralds in the desert sand. 

'Three!'

"May I kiss you?"

"Yes."

'Two!'

"Your way or mine?" You couldn't help but joke. Revali smiled, exhaling a soft joyful laugh before pressing his forehead to yours. 

'One!'

'Happy New Year!'

An earth-shaking boom rattled your ears, but all you could think of in that moment was Revali and the feel of his feathers against your skin; the utter elation of being so close to someone you deeply cared for and that cared just as deeply for you. 

In the dazzling light you lifted your head from his, both your eyes meeting for a brief moment. Hands moving, you gently angled his face with a steady hand, feeling then the soft, butterfly light brush of his wings on your waist.

Closing your eyes again, you leaned in to press your lips against his beak, the blush on your face warmer than any fever or furnace. The Rito's soft sigh was barely audible as you trailed your kisses upwards, stopping at the red circle on his cheek. 

Revali laughed again as you turned his face to press a kiss to the identical red mark on the other side. "You're very thorough."

"You deserve it." You beamed. "And this is just the beginning, just you wait at the end of the countdown I'll--"

"Actually my dear," he grinned, pointing to the sky. 

"Huh?"

Above you were the vibrant colours of the firework display. It was beautiful and awe-inspiring, but a confirmation that you were definitely minutes in to the new year.

"Oh," you said, before shaking your head with a smile. "It's fine, we got 12 more months to prepare ourselves for the next one."

Revali nodded, pulling you closer so he could press your foreheads together again.

"Indeed," he grinned. "Now will you finish your sentence? What exactly were you going to do at the end of the countdown?"

fin. 

[maeshmallo]

so i folded and binge-read lore olympus

im just gonna talk about it cause im bored and there’s stuff i wanna discuss about it. i’ve always been in love with the hades x persephone story (the first version i read was consensual so that’s the one that resonates with me the most) 

im gonna start with the good stuff

- i love the animation! the colours are so fun and cool and i like how captivating they are, and the pink of persephone and blue of hades works well together

- i like that the time frame of olympus and the underworld is expedited compared to the modern world, that’s really neat

- the comedic timing is spot on, both the dialogue and animation can be so great and make me laugh to tears

- hades and persphone’s moments can be so tender and sweet, one scene between them that just sticks with me is when they are cooking together, or the first time she asked the names of his dogs and he lit up. they are so soft for each other and it makes my heart so so warm ;-; and i like their banter too

- i like hermes, and artemis, and eros, and basically everybody who’s become a friend in this series, they’re great (ares is an honourable mention bc he’s funny with amazing character design imo)

- the fact that therapy is a thing here??? pls they all need it omg 

- the exploration of cycles in different extremes (the cycle of fertility goddesses being used for power, having shitty people around you in turn making you shitty to those you love, the fear of becoming one’s parents, etc)

- i like that none of the characters are “good” or “bad”. as it goes with deities, they are as morally grey as you can get especially in regard to mortals. (with the exception of apollo. i hate his character.)

- i appreciate the discussion of boundaries between hades and persephone, letting fluffy moments just be fluffy and sweet

- their relationship in general has very sweet moments and warms my heart a lot of times

- honourable mentions: baby hades being very worrisome for such a small boy, hades with his stars, hades with his crowns and earrings, hades with his little glasses, hades’ scars. hades. 💕 

all in all, it’s a very fun read with many intriguing and cool themes that I love and i’m excited to see how it is concluded

now for critiques 

- why did persephone have to be 19/20??? not 119, not 190, that young compared to everyone around her??? i mean even though on our (mortal) terms, she is legal and perfectly capable of making her own decisions. but the issue within most age gap relationships is not primarily the difference in years itself, but the difference in mindset and stages of life (a relationship between a 14 and 18 year old is vastly different from a relationship between a 30 and 34 year old). there doesnt seem to be a point to make her so young and then pair her with a being literally older than death itself, ya know? but that’s just me 

- not necesarrily the characters, but more so the reactions to them. why is it that hades, modeled to be a capitalist business owner that keeps the dead souls as slaves and does things that are so cruel (i.e tear out some kids eye for a photograph or threaten an employee for asking for ID) is seen as a precious baby that can do no wrong?? now please understand that I love his character, I adore him!!! but he is no baby, and there is nothing stranger than seeing a morally grey character or straight up villain (who doesnt love a good villain every now and again amirite) be coddled and have excuses made for them while their female counterparts are villainized for the same or lesser offenses, which brings me to my next point

- minthe. she is no saint, and i dont like her all that much. she was petty and catty, and an awful and cruel partner towards hades. however, she is complex in that we see her internal monologue and can see that most of these things come from a place of insecurity and deep rooted issues with herself. not to excuse her behaviour because it is all very immature and lame, but i hope to see an arc from her that allows growth and letting go of being forced to see herself as nothing more than a trashy nymph. and learning to apologize properly

- also why was it funny when hecate smacked him across the face like three times but a crime when minthe hit him upside the head. my point is both were bad, but one gets forgotten and forgiven. 

- man why is persephone drawn so mf tiny? i mean it’s cool to be short, but in some frames she’s legit at his waist which is a bit odd since you’re kind of already toeing the line of what is appropriate and what isn’t in their relationship (employer/employee relationship, extreme age difference, somewhat childish nature). i cant lie this feels nitpicky but it’s just so jarring everytime i see it combined with everything else, ya know??

- i dont know if the apollo incident was necessary. i feel the story would have been the same if had just been a pushy jerk trying to marry persephone because she is a fertility goddess for his own advantage. it was just an awful thing that provides very little substance to the plot and made me struggle to read it.

- im still a bit lost on where we are with what’s going on with persephone. when she goes into her “death bringer” state, why does it seem like she’s been possessed instead of it being embraced as who she is? i’d like to see her gain more control of these powers and maybe trained properly by someone so that the next time they are used, they are used with intent and purpose.

- lastly, why is persephone’s growth being stifled? we see her make mistakes, and fall short in certain areas, but i would also like to see her excercise agency and fix things for herself. we only got to see a glimpse of that, but i want more so that she can figure out for herself what and who exactly she is and what she wants without having to think about others and what they need from her. if she is to become the queen of the underworld we want her to be, she doesn’t need to be coddled all the time.

if there is anything more to be added to the conversation, pls feel free too!! i like conversation and this is an interesting topic!

[amberofembers]

I am tired (and I am yours)

A/N: This angsty fic is brought to you by a party of one by brandi carlile induced breakdown. buckle up and i hope you enjoy the read! (wc: 3.3k)

ao3

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The car cruised along a quiet road. The sky was tinted a featureless dark blue as night enveloped the grey skies of the day. It was a silent car ride home from the grocery store, a trip that neither of them wanted to take, but takeout could only sustain them for so long. 

Andrew stared blankly at the winding tarmac road ahead of them, one hand on the steering wheel and the other kept on his lap. She opted to look out of the window at the blur of trees and houses whizzing by. Silences like these were thick, impermeable. Saying anything would feel like a strange interjection and it had already taken enough energy out of her seeing him follow her begrudgingly on this grocery trip. 

The car pulled up to the gravel driveway, stopping with a jerk. They sat in complete silence for a few seconds, the engine whirring in the background. She glanced at him out of  the corner of her eye - nothing. With a quiet sigh, she got out of the car, forcefully opening the boot. There were three large paper bags stuffed messily in the tight space, their contents threatening to spill out. 

The only task you had to do and you couldn’t even do it half-decently. She bit the insides of her cheeks to stop her from saying anything she would regret. For just a moment, the sharp teeth pressing down on the slick flesh of her mouth provided a distraction from the frustrating situation at hand. 

It had been this way for more than a week now, each day making her closer and closer to snapping, but she couldn’t snap at him; he had done nothing to deserve it. He’d driven them to the grocery shop, he’d placed the bags in the boot like she’d told him to. But he’d been apathetic at best, distant and unaware most of the time. 

-

“Not there,” she said with a touch of scorn, pointing at the countertop, “put it in front of the fridge, there’s meat in there.” Is this your first time living in this house? She wanted to add.

He nodded and complied, placing the paper bag on the floor in front of the fridge. He stood there for a moment, wondering if there was anything else he could do to help out. His hands hovered over the bags, unsure of what to do. It was obvious to him that she was mad, he just couldn't think of the reason why. 

“I don’t need an audience,” she said, her back facing him as she placed various food items on the cabinet shelves. She stood on her tiptoes, pushing the jar of pasta sauce into place on the top shelf.

“Let me help,” he said, the paper bag rustling as he reached in to get other items out. Spinning around to face him, she grabbed his arm abruptly. “I don’t need any help,” she stated plainly. 

“O-okay,” he stuttered, the sudden harsh movement and blunt attitude startling him slightly. 

Shit. Too mean. She wasn’t proud of it, how her anger took over her in that moment. But it had been there all along, slowly building in the pit of her stomach. 

Andrew walked away into the living room, since it seemed like stepping away from her was the best option. As he moved away, he heard her voice from the kitchen, “Can you at least take your shoes off? The carpet just got cleaned, for god's sakes.” He was nowhere near the carpet. 

“I’m not stepping on the carpet,” he retorted, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible, “and my shoes are off.” He turned around to face her. She looked at him through furrowed brows. 

“What’s wrong? You’ve been mad at me the whole day,” he began slowly, “did I do anything?”

“A day!” A small laugh escaped her lips as she continued, her voice laced in sarcasm, “and you’ve just realised that today?” 

“I don’t- I don’t understand.”

“It’s nothing,” she brushed it off nonchalantly. Nonchalant, just like you’ve been, she thought.

Andrew wasn’t one for confrontation. In fact, he’d try to avoid it at all costs, but he pushed through this time.

“Well, obviously it’s not nothing, judging by the way you’re acting.” He said with a voice firmer  than usual. 

“The way I’m acting?” the bitter words rolled off her tongue almost immediately. 

“Wh-”

“Have you even considered how you’ve been acting lately?” She cut him off, her voice rising in volume.

She looked at him directly in the eye, her fists clenched knuckle-white. 

His eyes darted from her to the ground and back to her again. “I can’t read your mind,” he said curtly. “So no,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, pulling it back tight before letting it cascade in a mess around his head, “I don't know how I’ve been acting.” 

“When’s the last time we had a conversation since you came back from London?” 

“We’re speaking right now,” he snapped back in frustration. 

“This has nothing to do with London...” he started then paused. “And you told me to go there. It wasn't even my idea!” 

“It was a suggestion so you’d stop moping around at home, I didn’t ask you to go there and disappear!” Her voice strained as it reached volumes she hadn’t realised existed. 

“I was working! You can't expect me to be talking to you all the time!” He retorted. Her face fell immediately. 

“Working? Andrew, really?” She sounded almost incredulous.

“Yes, working! I don’t –” 

“Any other lies to tell me?” She hissed through clenched teeth. 

“What–”

“I asked Alex about what you were doing,” she said, rubbing her temples as she spoke, “he said you were with friends.” 

“Why’d you have to go through Alex?”, He snarled, “It’s like you don’t even trust me!” 

“Well, I don’t, Andrew! Because you can't just tell me you're working and then– and then ignore my texts and calls for a whole week when you’re not even fucking working!” Her cheeks started to flush a deep red as she rasped a near-scream, her eyes searching his for some semblance of an explanation. 

“It was one night! One night that I went out with friends,” His hands flew up in the air as he gesticulated, “What, I can't even catch up with friends now?”

“It’s not about that, you're not listening to me!” Adrenaline coursed through her veins and her body buzzed with anger. Gripping the countertop for stability, she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“I do not care what you do in London,” She said, the firmness in her voice wavering slightly, “I just want to know what the radio silence was for.” 

“I told you, I was busy.” He said, his tone ice cold. He glanced at the clock on the wall. “Look, I’m tired. Can we handle this tomorrow?” 

“You're tired?!” 

“I’m the one breaking my fucking back over here. And you just take, and take– ” Her voice cracked as she croaked out the last few words, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. She clenched her jaw in desperation, trying to hold back those tears. His tongue fell silent. 

The room quietened for a moment. Her chest heaved up and down, her heart beating erratically against her ribs. He stood opposite her, wringing his hands. His eyes were fixed steadily on the ground; he couldn’t bring himself to look at her. 

“I’m sorry,” he muttered quietly.

“Well then fucking show it!” The room filled with noise yet again as she let out something between a sob and a shout. “Don't come home and ignore me! Or avoid me or– or whatever the fuck you're doing!” 

“Because it feels like months since we’ve had an actual conversation. and when you're here it's like your head is in a completely different place!” Words escaped her lips in an exasperated flurry. All the unsaid words and quiet car rides of the past week seemed to have cumulated to this. 

“Look at me,” She ordered. His head remained bowed downwards. “Andrew, look at me.” She repeated, voice softening this time around. 

“I’m sorry– I really am. I don't know what else to say. I don't know what I was even thinking but fuck I'm sorry.” He said in a single breath. He reached out to grasp her hand, but she pulled away. His hand was left in the space between them, frozen in motion. His heart dropped to the depths of his stomach. 

“I’m fucking tired, Andrew.” 

“What– what do you mean?”

“I don't know how much more I can take. Of all this, of... ” She trailed off. Each word sunk deeper and deeper into his chest.

“If you leave me, I don’t know what I’d do. We can't– we—”, his words distraughtly pieced into a plea.  

She cut him off, tears steadily streaking down her face. "I am yours, Andrew. You know that, but right now…” She choked out, “I- I don't know if you're mine." 

“I am yours!” He insisted, taking a step towards her, closing up the distance between their bodies. Instead of leaning into the familiarity of his warmth, she took a step back, shaking her head. “Andrew, I- I can’t…” She barely managed.

As she backed away, she knocked into the cabinet behind her. Just as protest was about to escape his lips, a loud crash silenced the both of them. It was a slow motion moment for Andrew as he saw the jar of pasta sauce fall from the shelf, narrowly missing her shoulder. The ground was stained red with sauce, shards of glass embedded deep among the red. 

“Fuck!” She exclaimed, jumping away from the mess of broken glass. The crimson sauce had splattered onto the bottom drawers as well as her pants. The scene looked like something out of a horror movie. 

“Jesus!” in a slight state of shock, he asked, “are you hurt?” She shook her head.  

He reached down to pick up the largest shard of glass sticking out from the spilled sauce. 

“Stop. Dont.” 

“Let me help you clean this up,” he persisted as he picked the piece of glass up. 

“Andrew, I told you to stop.” 

He looked up from where he kneeled on the ground. “This mess… I’ll h-”

“Can you leave? Please just- please just leave…” She strained, her voice cracking.

“But I-”

“Please…” she whispered. Her head was turned away from his, a single hand clasped over her mouth to prevent sobs from escaping. His heart broke at the sight. 

More apologies were at the tip of his tongue, inches away from tumbling out, but he couldn't bring himself to say any more. Fearing that it would sound like nothing but empty words, he slipped out of the front door. It took every fibre of his being for him not to turn back, but seeing her hurt like this stung just as much as leaving her did. 

She watched out of the corner of her eye as he turned his back away, taking quiet steps towards the front door. His movement was so quiet that only the jingling keys and closing door could be heard. 

Once out the front door, his footsteps quickened. He pulled open the car door with a force that shook the entire vehicle and plopped into the driver’s seat. Leave, she had said. So he did, but now, he didn't know where to go. 

Andrew sat motionless in the driver’s seat. He could hear the hum of his blood flowing through his veins, the quick yet steady rhythm of his heartbeat filling the silence. He tried to focus on breathing, but his mind couldn't help but drift back to her. The image of her head buried in her hands, shoulders jerking up and down as she took shuddering breaths seared deep into his mind. 

Without much thought, he revved the engine and headed towards the only place he knew would welcome him with open arms, unconditionally. 

He pulled over where the road leading to the beach ended. No other cars were parked and the beach was completely empty. The sharp scent of salt water hit him first, followed by the cool, moist land breeze as he stepped out of the car that seemed to edge him towards the water. 

The silence of the night was disrupted only by the rhythmic crashing of waves on the shore. His thoughts, however, couldn't be further from the calm of the night sea. 

He never meant to hurt her. Truthfully, he’d felt it coming, and so when she suggested taking the trip to London, he figured it was the easiest way to get away from all the tension building back home. Catching up with friends and burying himself in work were all familiar and comfortable sensations. Conflict, on the other hand, was unfamiliar territory, and escaping that seemed like the best option to him. He didn't want to ruin anything between them, and he thought that time and distance would ease some tension, but maybe he’d gone about it the wrong way.

Leaving for London and labelling it as an “escape” in his mind was the first mistake. Placing his phone on “do not disturb” mode and disappearing into the studio for hours on end was the second. Then, grabbing drinks with friends led to bad drunk decisions - the third. 

“You gonna get that, man? Been going off all night,” His friend gestured towards his ringing phone lit up with her name. 

“Fuck, I’ll handle it when I get back,” he remembered leaning over to shout in his friend’s ear to be heard over the loud chatter of the pub, or maybe it was because he was drunk - perhaps both. Either way, he’d turned his phone over facedown on the table for the rest of the evening. 

He sat on a large rock facing the sea, kicking the pebbles beneath him. He gazed at the ripples formed by the undulating waves far out in the sea, then focused on the thin layer of foam on the edge of the shore that reflected the moonlight almost entirely, causing an ethereal silver glow along the shoreline. 

I don't know if you're mine. Her shaky voice echoed in his mind. 

I am yours, He wanted to scream out to the sea, or to anyone who would listen. I am yours, he wanted to affirm so unreservedly that it would be known by the most distant of stars. I am yours, he yearned to whisper to her as he breathed in her scent and felt her skin on his. 

-

Some time had passed since Andrew left the house. 15 minutes? 30 minutes? She couldn't tell. 

Once he left, the onslaught of tears hit. She crumpled to the ground and cried in earnest. Her chest burned like it never had before as she struggled to take in breaths that quickly turned into hiccups. She refused to let the tears get any further than her jaw, angrily wiping them away as they trickled down her cheeks. 

She’d only just managed to get up from the frozen position she maintained, crouched on the kitchen floor. Pushing herself away from the cabinet drawer that she was leaning on, she grabbed the countertop and heaved her aching body up from the ground. She had clutched the bottom of her sweater so hard as she sobbed that it fell in a permanent wrinkle as she stood up.

The mess caused by the broken jar of sauce was still apparent in her peripheral vision, and she could more than use a distraction at this point. 

Wiping the mucus that had collected at the dip above her upper lip, she leaned over the sink and splashed some cold water over her face. Lingering over the sink for a couple seconds, the tears and tap water became indiscernible as they dripped off her face. 

With that, she patted her face dry with the same wrinkled sweater. She shuffled about the house, drained of all energy as she cleaned up the mess with robotic movements. Conscious enough to handle the broken glass with care but too spent to wipe away every speck of red on the floor and cabinet doors, she did the bare minimum of cleaning and left the rest of the groceries in the bags. 

She knew he wouldn’t hurt her on purpose. She was fully aware of his tendency to detach from everything when faced with uncomfortable situations. She thought she was prepared for it, for the silence and the coldness, but it was harder on her than she’d expected. 

She climbed into the bed, not bothering to change into something more comfortable. They’ve never had an argument this explosive before. She had half expected him to stay in the driveway but her heart was hit with a sharp pang of pain when she heard the sound of the car starting up. 

She wondered where he could’ve gone at this hour of the night, but she was too tired to think straight or feel anything anymore. She drifted in and out of consciousness as the events of the evening replayed in her dazed mind, spliced haphazardly together into a confusing jumble of screams and tears. It was as if she was a spectator to her feelings, too numb to experience them. Still, her head pounded with an unrelenting headache. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing for sleep to wrap her in its comforting arms. 

-

The front door creaked softly as he pushed it open apprehensively, as if to inform her of his presence in the house. 

He wondered if she was still awake, if she had waited up for him. Taking one look around the kitchen area, he noticed the still bagged groceries left on the floor, the cabinet drawers left open and oil smears on the ground. A rush of panic raced through his mind. 

Scanning the empty front room for her presence, he padded around with caution. The house was eerily quiet, not that it hadn’t been silent before, but this time silence hung in the air with unanswered questions and unresolved issues. It was far from the comfortable silence they were used to. 

He stalked up the stairs, heart pounding with each step towards the landing. He pushed the bedroom door open enough to stick his head in. 

His eyes drifted to where her body lay on the bed. She was curled up beneath the sheets, faced away from the door. She remained strictly on her side of the bed, leaving his side tidily made.

He moved towards her instinctively, without much control over his limbs. He climbed on top of the sheets and waited for a response from her. Not prepared for any reaction in particular, he froze when she stirred in her sleep. His breathing quickened as she rolled on her back to face him.

She felt the dip in the bed before she’d fully awakened. Then, she heard his breathing. He didn’t know, but she was taking in breaths just as deep as his.

Her eyes drifted to his, and it was over. 

His hand laid upon her face in a rough caress. He scanned her face for any sign of contempt but all he saw were tired eyes and tear-stained cheeks. His body burned with guilt. 

“I’m sorry,” he managed, his voice raspy with disuse. 

All the conflict, though unresolved, seemed miniscule at this moment. Her breathing softened, as did her gaze. She placed a hand over his, giving him a small nod. The touch, ever gentle and affirmatory, eased his racing mind. 

“I am yours,” he whispered once, but once wasn’t enough.

He shifted closer to her, his hand moving from her cheek to the back of her head. Gently resting his forehead on hers, he whispered a second, third time - I am yours. 

[nuttytani]

The flying cat & the baker

summary: you are a sorcerer who owns a bakery in new york. one day, steve discovers your abilities when he walks in on your cat flying inside the shop on a broom.

fandom: marvel

pairing: steve rogers x gn!reader

warnings: lots of mentions of baked goods and the word "horny" just once (it's not nsfw, trust me)

a/n- heya! another fic~ this was inspired by girl in red's "fell in love in october". i know it's extremely off season but yeet i dont care + my dear friend @lorei-writes / @mllorei beta read this! *gives hug to lorey* thank you so much ;-; lorey. ps: this is a non-avengers!au

It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for Steve to get lost in the sea of New York streets, walking along the cobblestone paths, breathing in the scent of baked goods, spice and fresh flowers. After all, it was his most favourite part of his daily routine, discovering a new place or two. He took his time looking around the nearly empty street, for it was too early for anyone to be awake except for the store owners. They were all busy preparing their shops for opening to notice his presence.

Steve looked up for a moment, noticing the light of dawn setting upon the sky, sending small beams of yellow light like blessings cast by angels. His low breathing felt warm against his chapped and cold lips. With a silent sigh, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pea coat as he resumed strolling without a set direction in mind, eyeing the buildings- the chipped off parget, showing the reds and browns of the brick underneath while moss and vines covered most of the bottom half.

They all turned into a blur once he stood by a jade coloured bakery, the sign reading “magicae et pistoria”, a silhouette of a black cat on a broom just underneath it. He stared curiously at the displayed varieties of pastries and bread, wondering if he should buy a few- would Sam and Nat like to eat them?

With hesitant fingers, he grasped the door handle and entered, instantly greeted by the bell. Barely a few seconds passed, and Steve felt immensely at ease. His body appreciated the warm cocoon provided by the bakery- in contrast to the weather outside. The interior was rustic, with brick walls and wooden fixtures. His feet lead him magnetically towards the delicacies contained in the arched display, varieties of cakes, pastries and bread placed temptingly- he didn’t know which one to pick.

“Hello! Good morning, how may I help you, sir?” A voice pulled Steve out of his reverie.

Steve looked up to see you, your hair a mess, dust covering the black apron and your forehead, a cute smile adorning your face. You looked like an ethereal being- an angel perhaps, standing before him. Somehow, a breath got stuck in his throat, and his heart started to beat rapidly. He could hear it getting louder and louder. His clothes felt too tight, and he suddenly felt suffocated.

“Sir? How may I help you?” you said again.

Steve cleared his throat, embarrassed with himself for staring at you for much longer than necessary. He muttered an apology under his breath, but it was loud enough for you to hear.

“It’s alright, sir, happens all the time. I’ve experienced many people just gawking at the pastries and not knowing what to pick, it’s understandable! I’d be confused too,” you confessed to him.

“Right, of course, glad I’m not the only one or that would’ve been embarrassing,” Steve laughed, trying to bury his awkwardness.

Only if you knew the truth, he’d personally dig his own grave and jump into it.

Steve accepted your help instead of going down the rabbit hole of confusion. You helped him to pick out a few baked goodies- which were a rage amongst your regular customers; a chocolate mousse, Japanese cheesecake and a few vanilla custard doughnuts.

“Thank you! Have a good day,” you said, as the blonde man left the store with a wave.

“Damn, I hope I didn’t look too nervous,” wiping your sweaty palms on your apron, you heaved a sigh of relief.

You usually didn't open the bakery on the weekends, but some things needed to be done, which required your presence. You were sure that no one would come along so early in the morning but were proven wrong. Although it was your fault to leave the open sign hanging, you didn't mind the blonde-haired man and maybe thought he was kinda cute.

You flipped the sign to “closed” while locking the door from inside, as to make sure no one could come in. You moved back to the counter and caught a hand wrapping around a glass jar.

You cleared your throat and glared at the man in question.

“What do you think you’re doing mister.” You folded your arms and glared at the brunette.

“What does it look like? I’m trying to eat some cookies, obviously. You should get your eyes checked if you can’t see things clearly boss,” Rajeev replied and swiftly turned to look at you.

The brunette shrunk and transformed into a black cat, looking at you with bright doe hazel eyes while purring deeply. You groaned and picked him up, placing him on your shoulder.

“There’ll be consequences if you transform like that out of nowhere, and your sister is going to kill me because you haven't been careful. So, if you don’t want me to be skinned alive and thrown into a cauldron to be boiled, stop doing that here.” Truly, nothing scared you more than Rajeev’s elder sister- she was overprotective and intimidating, you wished to never be on her blacklist.

Rajeev only meowed back at you, which frustrated you further. You hoped that he at least understood where your concerns were coming from.

“Come on, we’ve got a lot of organising to do! New stock arrived today, we don’t want cranky sorcerers waiting for us,” you said while muttering a spell and opening a red portal to an apothecary.

By the time Steve returned home, his friends were all awake and wandering about the kitchen like zombies. They all knew about Steve’s early morning walks and didn't question him but were curious as to why he came back so late.

Sam immediately rummaged through the bakery boxes when Steve placed them on the island counter.

“So...what took you so much time, hmm?” asked Sam. “Thought you just went to get some bread, dude.” He rummaged through the bag and pulled out a box, ooh-ing delightedly once he got hold of a doughnut.

“I bet it was some grandma asking for directions,” Bucky yawned, still half-asleep as he took a seat on the chair.

Natasha stole the doughnut from Sam and promptly turned to face Steve, who lay on the couch.

“Maybe, he has a secret lover! Oh Stevie, how could you hide this from us?” she said teasingly while licking away at her sugary fingertips.

Sam was distressed by her stealing and guarded the boxes with his arms, grumbling something about him not having enough coffee for this.

“Can you guys just stop- I just went to a bakery and got stuff, nothing more, nothing less!” Steve raised his voice.

All of them just shrugged.

Nat broke the silence, “Okay...But did you see any cuties?”

“NO- I mean... yes, kinda… I mean- Stop asking me these questions!” groaning with embarrassment, Steve covered his face with his palms.

Steve started frequenting “magicae et pistoria” since then to the point he became a regular customer. Not because he wanted to see your dazzling smile or anything, but because the service and baked goods were really good and his friends wanted more of that deliciousness. He became quite close to you as a result, somedays he just dropped by to say hi and spend some time with you.

Occasionally, Sam or Bucky would tag along to his trips. Even though Steve would deny it, they could clearly see he had a crush on the baker- it was obvious by their playful banter and flushed faces. They’d often tease him about it, but Steve being Steve, would just grump away and aggressively change the subject.

Another weekend rolled in, Steve was headed to the bakery as usual. It became a part of his routine to visit it during his morning walks. You, on the other hand, arrived late to the bakery and were rushing to get the place running in no time. It was just you and Rajeev today since your other employees didn't work on the weekends- it was tough but both of you managed.

While you were busy running around the place, Rajeev was playing around in his cat form, saying you didn’t really need him until later. He levitated the spare broom in the air and jumped on it, trying to balance his paws on the handle. Like a child with no care, he flew the broom back and forth across the room with an evil cat smile.

The two of you were unaware of Steve’s presence until he spoke in a startled voice.

“Why is the cat flying on a broom- what is this!”

Everything happened in a flash, Rajeev fell off the broom with a pathetic meow and you dropped your utensils on the floor. Flour and batter splattering on your shoes and creating a mess. Your scream resonating from the kitchen.

Steve’s jaw was slack with shock, his body frozen where he stood. Should he run away? Should he go and check if you’re alright? He wasn’t sure what to do, he didn't even know if what he saw was even real.

The cat was definitely real, as it stood up and rubbed its bum with its paws. How was that possible- Did he even want to know? Was he dreaming? Maybe he is still half asleep and is seeing things.

Steve grabbed a nearby stool and flopped on it, his knees were weak from shock and needed rest. His mind was still processing the situation

You came rushing from the kitchen to the scene, the mess you created all trivial compared to what had just happened right now. You didn't know what to do at this moment, should you tell the truth? Or deny everything-

“What is that thing,” Steve finally asked, breaking the heavy silence.

“A cat,” you replied as a matter of factly.

“You keep a flying cat?”

You just stared at Steve with a straight face and said, “Well...firstly he’s not mine and secondly he’s not an actual cat.”

As if showing a demonstration, Rajeev transformed back into his human form, which baffled Steve further.

“What are you?” the blonde asked in confusion.

“We’re sorcerers...I’m sorry, you weren’t supposed to know about it, at least not in this way,” you sighed, gently placing a hand over Steve’s knee.

“But boss- we’re busted, now that he knows we gotta turn him into a toad!” Rajeev exclaimed.

“A WHAT NOW?!” Steve looked back at you with raised brows.

“We’re not turning you into anything! He’s just joking- Rajeev! Apologise to him”

The brunette sulkily grumbled an apology. He excused himself to the kitchen to clean up the mess you had made while you took a seat next to Steve.

“Are you alright? Want some water?”

“No thanks, I’m fine. Just...really really shocked- I can’t believe this is real.”

With a flick of your hand, you made two barstools twirl in the air.

“Okay- definitely real,” Steve chuckled.

Extra (few months have passed)

Steve sat on the armchair with you sprawled on his lap, tapping away at your phone while Sam, Nat and Bucky sat on the floor watching another episode of “the Bridgerton” on T.V.

“Damn kids these days be really horny huh?”

“Shh just watch the show!”

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[sanchoyo]

danny phantom season 2, eps 1-5 thoughts! opening the new season with episodes like these kinda blew me away. we had multiple serious episodes INCLUDING a two parter!! also, valerie :)

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-I don't know what I expected s2 to open with. but danny portal incident in more detail was not it. (also, I hate to break it to you, sam, but danny's parent's bigass ghost hunting rv def chugs more gas than those vehicles, lmao. unless it runs on ectoplasm or something...)

-WHY WAS DESIREE IN THE SEWER? HAVING TEA WITH IT DOWN THERE?? Her making the giant cow come alive is a boss move, we've almost had all of my fav animals as ghosts now <3 I also don't like how sam was expecting danny to just, haunt the place so the cars wouldn't get sold? I KNOWWW I know she's 14 (and I had a very annoying phase like this, I think I mentioned in a previous post, I GET IT) but they're HIS powers, and messing with (1) dealership will not really put a dent in sales overall because they can just move the cars to another sales lot, and it certainly wont change the industry anyway, it's more of a minor annoyance for (1) location. Also, usually people who work at car sales places work on commission, so if they dont make a sale, they don't have money to pay bills, or eat. sam baby if u wanna be an activist you need to like, actually look into these things. with as much money as her parents have, she could be doing a lot..more useful things for causes she cares about? it's frustrating to see someone with resources who doesn't know how to use them. but shes 14 so again. cannot be really upset :/

-IS THIS A PREDATOR VS TERMINATOR VS FREDDY KRUEGER MOVIE BUT THEYRE ALL WOMEN?? you know, sam is so right to be excited about this. /I/ want to see this movie. that rules

-paulina inviting danny and friends to her quinceañera, aw! even if it is just to get phantom to show up :') and there'll be a meteor shower, and we KNOW danny wants to be an astronaut!! there's not a meteor shower every night!! the tickets are non-refundable, but..she's rich? like. gotta agree with danny, they never get invited!! I KNOW it's the principle of keeping promises, but if she was that upset, she should've said something. directly. I hated how she was like, passive aggressive about it through the episode, like you SAID IT WAS FINE, THAT YOU'D GO TO THE PARTY TOO. MOVIES SHOW FOR A FEW WEEKS IN THEATERS. IF YOU HAD A REAL PROBLEM YOU NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT. WE'VE HAD THIS PROBLEM BEFORE, SAM. YOUR FRIENDS. ARE NOT. MIND READERS.

-MR. LANCER GOING AFTER THE GHOST WITH THE FIRE EXTINGISHER LMAO

-this outfit is everything . anytime the show does an over the top cutesty pink outfit i WANT IT. it looks like shit I wear JKASDHF I HAVE a bow like that and a pink sweater. I need leg warmers </3

-SAMS GOTTA RE-HALF-KILL HIM??? thats fucked up. but also, he finally got his logo!! it took until s2!!! this episode was lowkey very fucked and I felt like it glossed over a lot. does sam have guilt about like. kinda KILLING HIM?? I know, he also agreed and walked into the portal. but. she made the choice to redo it SO quickly (even if it was because someone had to beat desiree) and danny, during their fight, brought up a lot of stuff sam's done in the past, meaning he was holding onto those memories and resentment was building. (I KEEP SAYING HE LOWKEY NEEDS THERAPY, BUT I THINK MOST EVERYONE IN THIS SHOW KINDA DOES) which...is a red flag? and then they didnt even GO to the party URGH I know she tried to make up for it, but it really felt like Sam fucked up and barely faced any consequences and got everything she wanted in the end. I KNOW it's a kids show obv they aren't going to go too in depth, and she undid the damage, kinda, but...I DUNNO how to articulate it but it rubbed me the wrong way.

-but on a note about desiree, her powers of wishes were STRONG ENOUGH TO ERASE NOT JUST THEIR MEMORIES, BUT DANNY'S POWERS?! fuck, if I was danny I'd be like, trying to make friends with her. I know they always have horrible side effects as most genie-granted wishes do, but...c'mon, I'd at least TRY to be like 'I wish no ghosts would hurt anyone in my town' or 'I wish vlad would lose his ghost powers forever no matter What and also forget about my mom' LIKE. SHIT DESIREE IS SO POWERFUL. rewriting reality powerful, basically!! appreciate her. respect her.

-aww, sam helping tucker pass the nurse's office so he wouldn't see because he's afraid of medical stuff? very sweet. I also don't like medical stuff, I've gotten a lot better at handling it tho. but seeing blood and needles still makes me feel lightheaded x_x

-FOLEY, BY TUCKER FOLEY. I want to make my own perfume, that's so cool. even if his first attempt isn't good, he's pretty consistently shown to have an inventor/entrepreneur streak in the show, so like. I can see him inventing or making something (or several somethings) that make him $$$ when he grows up :) proud of my creative son

-I know the 'creepy abandoned hospital on the edge of town' is a joke and the creepy hospital trope is so Worn Out, but in my town we actually DO have a hospital like that! my dad was born in it, but its not in use and hasn't been for, like, 20 years! it needs to be torn down but I think the city doesn't wanna pay the money. the inside is horrible, spray painted and broken glass and shit everywhere. but there's still like, rusty equipment and fucking DOLLS all over the place. the cops drive by it pretty frequently to make sure no one is like, breaking in. (because of water damage, some of the areas really aren't safe. also, asbestos, but people still go in anyway) but also, some of my town was used in a filming for a stephen king show. So it's lowkey spooky all over. just a fun personal tidbit :) to lead into saying, any hospital abandoned for any period of time is NOT safe to quarantine these kids in JKSAHDKF like I KNOW it's a ghost trying to do this, but NONE of these parents are even like, 'well, why dont we keep them in the regular, working hospital'....YIKES. this hospital looks pretty accurate to the one in town. grungy and spooky.

-fentons are tax evaders confirmed by jack's fear of being audited, lol no one is surprised

-ghost sickness via ghost bugs. horrifying concept. I actually expected it to be a new villain, not dr. spectra again! this is a very elaborate scheme. her new form rules, love the new costume. the way none of the bg kids seem to recognize her as their old school councilor. did we just forget about that completely?

-dash watching romance movies in the fucked up ghost hospital. same.

-'oh please, you're ghosts, do you have any idea what YOU smell like?' no, tucker, what DO ghosts smell like? I genuinely didn't know they would even have a smell, I actually want to know now.

-it feels like a while since we've seen jazz!! i was happy to see her again, even if she was a head in a jar for most the episode. I want another jazz-focused ep!!

-we finally see danny doing space-related stuff!! him and his friends stargazing to open ep 3 of s2. cute :) until, GHOST PIRATES!!!!! ...ghost pirate captain is a small child?? VOICED BY TAYLOR LAUTNER???

-oh, the easy listening is ember's song instrumental slowed. 'vapor drone' THEY VAPORWAVED HER!!! ember in a pirate outfit tho >>>>. and the cruise being called m.bersback JKASDHJK. ember adopting a little pirate brother is also pretty cute. concerning this teen and little kid have such bad opinions of adults, like, who hurt you?? (how did you DIE ALSO?? im always lowkey curious about that. we know desiree died at an old age, but her ghost form is young, probably mid-20s, so I wonder how that sort of thing works...its a more mental thing, isn't it?) but ghost team-ups are always cool to see, even if ember bailed after danny took her guitar. I guess she probably thinks youngblood can handle it (which, he's been owning danny this far in the ep, so...fair)

-tucker got that sponsorship from nasty burger for their radio!!! again, opportunistic money maker king, love to see it!!!

-danny taking control of the kids SO FAST. he makes a pretty great leader. no one is surprised, im pretty sure I said I think he's the most mature of the trio, once again, correct, because he's taken on so much responsibility already. all the teens suiting up in the jumpsuits to go save the adults and taking the ship over with a BLIMP. OKAY LETS GO. this feels like it should be a mid finale or straight up finale.

-...speaking of finales. why is ep 4-5 of s2 combined into a 50 minute episode? I havent even clicked play and im concerned. weird placement, like, this season JUST started and we're getting a two parter? okay...why are the episodes placed like this? why not put this at episode 10 or something, for a mid-season thing?

-this is also a cute dress. possibly my fav dress so far. can her parents give ME cute dresses, I'LL wear them.

-it turns out the castle fright knight was in is called pariah's keep and there's something worse than fright knight in there! lovely! fuck off vlad wtf are you doing <3 your hubris <3 is going to literally get you killed <3 'ring of rage' and 'crown of fire' are great names tho. ...vlad turning into a super polite guy when he was scared of mr. pariah was hilarious. and fright knight doing the same...I mean, it makes sense, he's a knight, he serves a king? happy to see fright knight again either way :) vlad telling him to call him tho, lmfao. you WISH HE WOULD. (I wish hed call me, too. 😔)

-so...jack being genuinely concerned about vlad...maddie really didn't tell him what happened at the cabin, did she. damn. if I was her id immediately come home and be like 'YOU WONT BELIEVE THIS SHITTTT THIS CREEPY GUY--' like, I feel like that stuff you need to tell your partner!!! I know she didnt want Jack to think she was an irresponsible parent putting danny in danger at that time, but STILLLL. maddie spilling boiling tea on him. get his ass. how is jack this oblivious to his wife's discomfort with vlad!! ughhh

-fenton wipe (tm). trademarked toilet paper.

-DANNY AND VALERIE BEING FRIENDS??? :D that was a cute moment. 'hey val <3' and 'if you like him like him, make a move, or someone else will ;)' at sam...damn!! I love her. valerie go for it girl!!! I hate how sam and tucker treat val also, like I GET IT YOURE PROTECTIVE AND DONT TRUST but if anything him befriending valerie will help when she finds out or he tells her like I feel like she'll be more understanding that they think! ALSO I feel like her reason for not liking ghosts is valid, like you haven't really explained the full story to her anyway! she doesn't seem to have any other friends after being booted from the a-listers so im like :( but seeing them kick butt together again was nice <3

-the ghosts all RUNNING FROM PARIAH DARK IS NOT GOOD, I thought he sent them to attack or something, but no. why doesn't someone just tell desiree 'hey i wish pariah dark would die' lol. once again I think she can solve every problem <3 but seeing all the enemies in one place, being civil and hiding together? love it.

-you just know danny's gonna have to clean up vlad's stupid mess. also, jack being willing to put on the ectoskeleton pants to help maddie, as soon as vlad heard it could kill him, he suggested jack do it instead of helping maddie himself? this is why jack got the girl, my man.

-ghost skeletons. how do you end up as a skeleton ghost in your afterlife instead of a humanoid like most the ones we've seen? lmao

-the ghosts just making new homes in various stores. I'd totally be setting up in an expensive clothing store if I was a ghost.

-valerie's dad is possibly the most useful adult so far, with that ghost shield expansion!!! and valerie saving vlad and danny, even tho shes been thru it already, shes still so good!!! this family rules.

-danny: *gently caresses valerie* :)

-*then he immediately TELLS HER DAD ON HER. and his first response is 'are you okay?' :'( such a good dad...

-*me every time fright knight breathes* youre doing SO great sweetie :)

-the fenton suit thing is so silly looking. does anyone take this thing seriously

-ALL THE GHOSTS FIGHTING WITH DANNY <3 AAAAA. and the fact that pariah isn't perma-defeated, but just locked away again. yikes. he'll probably get out again, won't he? it wasn't too clear, but if vlad DID make a pact with fright knight, I am rabid. I will beat vlad to death with the fenton bat (tm). YOU DONT DESERVE A COOL KNIGHT.

-valerie being direct with sam and challenging her? kinda love that, even tho I normally don't like 'catfight' type situations. because sam has been very passive aggressive about it which is annoying. valerie knows wtf she wants and wasn't even embarrassed to tell sam, but she did tell her, giving sam time to make her own move! and sam denied it and got embarrassed/mad! and sam did have a chance when danny was about to go off and fight, and she hesitated and didn't tell him. I feel like she's hesitating because they're friends and it might make it weird between the trio (poor tucker would be third-wheeling) but if u snooze u lose, u gotta GO after what u WANT girl. smh this is a No Tsundere Zone. 😤