#i know a lot of people like to believe that everyone in green hills knows sonic

[sonknuxadow]

Everybody in Green Hills just trying to ignore that their neighbor has alien kids in the roof meanwhile those alien kids are making up new and exciting games like ‘how far can knuckles hit sonic with this lead pipe he found’ and ‘can tails hotwire every car in town before someone gets mad at him’

im always wondering just how many people actually know sonic is living there . like obviously a lot of people must have seen him considering the stuff that happened at the end of the first and second movie. but how many people know he LIVES there and is tom and maddies kid how many people have met him and actually talked to him and stuff.

at certain moments in the second movie he seems to be more comfortable with letting humans he doesnt know see him without a disguise or anything on but the prequill comic said that sonic still isnt allowing himself to just casually walk around town and let people see him and is still doing that thing where he runs around and pretends to be friends with everyone

so does everyone know hes there and its just an unspoken rule to not say or do anything about it. or did they assume he just disappeared after the events of the first movie or convince themselves they imagined it. i need answers

[wonderjanga]

We Thought You Died?!

Billy became a hero in 1959, and he was a hit. He was extremely popular. Captain Marvel was a beloved hero. As for the Squadron of Justice? They were beloved too. They, plus Captain Marvel were the superheroes of that time. They were the flipping blueprint for being a hero, especially Captain Marvel. Then the bubble formed in 62, and they just disappeared off the face of the earth and everyone thought he died.

Then, out of nowhere, they just reappeared.

News channel: *showing a clip of Marvel*

Grandson: *tugs on Grandma’s sleeve* “Grandma, that looks like the hero guy the teacher are making us learn about.”

Grandma: “Amazing. He looks just like the real thing.”

Yeah… People didn’t really believe it at first. Though, to be fair, all the Fawcett heroes have been gone for over sixty years.

Old Man: “It’s disrespectful is it what is. Just because you have the same powers doesn’t mean you can dress up as a dead hero.”

Old Woman: “ I just feel bad for the families. To see someone dress up as your dead husband or wife and then go around pretending to be them? Disgraceful.”

It was then the Justice League got involved. They really couldn’t have these people running around like this. Not only that, but some of the imposters are lethal. Not to mention that there are people in the Justice League who used to know the Fawcett heroes. They were friends with them for Christ’s sake. So that’s why unanimously, they went and confronted these guys.

Supes: *hovering over Fawcett*

Marvel: *helps a cat out of a tree and sees him so he flies up*

Supes: *disapproving look* “I hope you know that if you’re trying to be a her—”

Marvel: “Oh my gods, your suit is awesome!”

Supes: “Thank you…?

Marvel: “Are you a new hero? What’s your name? Are you from Fawcett or are you gonna join us here?”

Supes: *computing, still stuck on the first question*

Meanwhile, Flash and Minuteman were arguing which then somehow spiraled into them getting tacos. Batman and Robin, and Mister Scarlet and Pinky are just fighting. And Bulletgirl and Wonder Woman had a civil conversation that actually got them a lot of information.

After sorting out the entire misunderstanding that they were all imposters, things thankfully got lighter.

Marvel: “Oh my gods, Jay, you’re an old man! What happened to your long luscious locks of beautiful brown hair?”

Barry: *holding back a laugh* “Long luscious locks?”

Jay: “Okay, it was not long, luscious, or beautiful. He just insists on calling it that to embarrass me.”

Marvel: “But it’s true! Or it was true.”

Jay: “No it wasn’t. I had perfectly average hair, thank you very much.”

Yeah, Billy met up with some of his old friends, and they were all ecstatic to see their eight feet tall, golden retriever who just wanted to make the world a better place.

Marvel: “So your not an hero anymore? Then what happened to the JSA?”

Alan Scott (First Green Lantern): “We disbanded…”

Marvel: “WHAT? Why?”

Alan: “Well, we were getting old. We needed to retire.”

Marvel: “Oh yeah.” *sounds a little bummed*

Alan: “I mean, there’s now this thing called the Justice League? Wildcat joined them. So did Mr. Terrific.”

Marvel: “That sounds like a ripoff of you guys!”

He joins anyways. So do the other Fawcett heroes cause they might as well. That’s when things go down hill once more because the JL are forced to remember that a couple Fawcett heroes, mostly Spy Smasher, kill people.

Batman and Spy Smasher: *tied up the Joker after beating up his goons*

Spy Smasher (SS): “Alright, let’s get out of here.” *pulls out a gun and puts it to the Joker’s forehead*

Batman: “What are you doing?”

SS: “I’m ending this…?” *cocks his gun*

Batman: *slaps the gun away* “No, you’re not. He’s going back to Arkham.”

SS: *pulls another gun out* “Yes, I am. Are you seriously telling me you don’t want to permanently end this guy? I’ve heard people call him a terrorist.”

The two then duked it out and the Joker still went back to Arkham anyways. Spy Smasher was so salty, not that literally anyone could blame him.

Marvel: “Wait, so people don’t kill villains anymore?”

SS: *sitting next to him, bandaged*

Wildcat: “Nope. Nowadays, you got to turn them into the police and let them break out again. I know it’s stupid.”

Marvel: “But what about the mass murderers? What about the Black Adams or the Captain Nazis? People who have done messed up stuff?”

Wildcat: “To jail they go. Why do you care anyways? It’s not like you killed any of your villains.”

Marvel: “Well, I didn’t, but I gotta ask because Smasher is trying so hard not to physically claw off his own skin at the thought of these guys just breaking back out.”

Safe to say, getting used to the modern world, took some getting used to for everyone. As for Billy, he chills with the gang at the old folks home, reminiscing about times as if he’s aged with them.

Also, like, genuinely, their disappearance would show up in top ten unsolved mysteries vids because genuinely, they just disappeared with no trace.

Billy also doesn’t know what to think of the many memorials he finds of himself and the other Fawcett heroes around the country.

[i-yap]

TIM DRAKE X Y/N-Headcanons with a reader that he's known since childhoo

I'm doing rich y/n cuz rich kids usually are allowed to interact only with rich kids and realistically in gotham I can see the parents being weary ( this may be slightly inaccurate my bestie is rich but I'm not so I asked her for a little help so...yea )

Getting to know you was maybe the biggest privilege he has as Drake's kid. Your parents prolly made you guys hang out a lot since you were really young. Rich people have these big ass private dinners at restraunts or at home which are so so boring and you and him would just excuse yourself with the excuse of "checking out the property" .

You have had the wildest adventures, once you guys somehow found an exit from the property and it was on the hills so you just roamed around a forest- got lost- slide down a hill and went back to the restaurant with holes in your clothes and mud in your hair. Or the habit of pushing each other in the fountains and swimming pool

The only reason your parents put up with this is because rich wants to marry rich and so two of you being together was a way you both could be free.

I can also see you guys carrying a small change of clothes underneath the fancy gala gown/suits or dinner dresses and sneaking out from the parties to eat greasy food, hit up shady places or concerts, go to the skate park or even just sit up on the rooftop and smoke greens

NOW I DO BELIEVE THAT TIM DOES A LIL WEED..and therefore you do too. but you keep each other in moderation and only do it when you guys are together ( ill make a separate post about this if you guys comment that you want one?)

When his mom dies, you are there. when your parents are being shit he is there. you guys support each other through rich loneliness ( rich kids don't have real friends type of thing) and honestly you guys are happy to just be together .

he sneaks up your balcony , you help him build those detective boards. you know everything, he just doesn't know how to no rush to you and tell you everything.

When he becomes robin, you prolly already knew bruce cause rich people know rich people. Bruce just thinks of you guys as a combined package (like literally everyone else) one can not exist without the other sort of situation.

you guys probably always talked about running away, in great detail.

so many irritating references and inside joke, you guys are unbearable but u don't care. sucks to be bitchless.

he would leave it all for you , say the word. he cant live without you, he doesn't know how to, he never wants to learn.

[ghostfacesvalentine]

HALLOWEEN DAY 19: Vampire Knight!Muses x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warning: Mentions of obsession, drinking blood, nothing extremely graphic, but still.

Type: Blurb

Request: N/A

Word count: N/A

Prompt: Tiny blurbs of what my take of Vampire Knight!Muses x Fem!Reader would be like!

Notes: It’s far from perfect but do u see the vision?

Jason Voorhees: Protecting and representing the kingdom of the Forest green grounds. He’s already kind of a zombie, so it wouldn’t be much of a difference physically. I would say maybe his appearance would be cleaner depending on what kind of myth fits your interpretation best. Id say most vampires would have sharp features and so it’d change Jason’s appearance a lot more than most of the characters on this list. Appearance aside, I’d say his naivety would probably get him caught so quick when it comes to feeding, so you both kind of have to be careful when it comes to outings. You’d kind of just play your part as the killers of camp crystal lake, often tormented by curious teens. His priority of course would be to make sure you were alive and safe, even withstanding some of the burns from the sun if he absolutely had to in order to help/protect you.

Michael Myers: Protecting and representing the kingdom of “the horned ones”. Similar to Jason, Michael isn’t shy when it comes to killing, I’d make the assumption he wouldn’t be shy about feeding time either. The shape would definitely be one of the most menacing creatures of this list. He’s already terrifying and pretty much immortal, just imagine adding bloodsucking to the list. He follows you absolutely everywhere, you’re never out of his sight. He’s willing to starve himself for an extraordinary amount of time if you refused to go out with him. Even if he’s not in your sight, he’s absolutely there. Nothings going to harm you, he wouldn’t even allow it to give them a thought.

Tiffany Valentine: Protecting and representing the kingdom of the Hollywood Hills. One of the most beautiful and devoted vampire knights in this list. She’s devoted her decades to fashion, love and culture. She knows how to talk, absolutely. She’s everything she was as a human, but cranked to 1000. Her vampiric features make her appear like a fierce angel. She’s committed to keeping you alive and safe from any rival vampires. Id say she would want you to join her, but after you were completely and utterly sure about it. All the men both supernatural and human that became a threat to you would be crucified without a second thought. If it were up to her, they’d be crucified along the path up to your castle as a warning.

Billy Loomis: Protecting and representing the kingdom of the Woodsboro grounds, first in command. You think he was a heartbreaker as a human? Now enhance his features, along with decades of practice in wooing people. Id theorize that Billy would always revert back to the plain shirts and maybe a leather coat. He’s not shy about making sure you knew he was looking at you while everyone else was looking at him. Even if you didn’t give him the time of night, he always scared away your suitors. At first you thought it was something wrong with you that you never got a call back until the police found bodies piled together, drained of blood and with two puncture wounds along the major artery. The act was horrific, but it was with good intentions, believe it or not. He would welcome you to the night life with open arms.

Stu Macher: Protecting and representing the kingdom of the Woodsboro grounds, second in command. Along with his features being enhanced so would his senses. Id infer he’d use it for the greater good, kind of. Whenever he’d notice anyone putting anything on anyone’s drink, it was always game over. He’d be subtle, but would drag them to the back of the alley, stuffing them in a dumpster after he was done drinking. That’s one less creep in this world, it’s not like it would be on his conscience anyway. He always played the role of a goofy sweetheart, practicing his restraint in the need for blood. He always had the energy to be out until the crazy hours of the morning. If you’d try to keep up with him, of course he would look after you and always get you home, sometimes even wait for you to wake up. Definitely the non traditional knight, but always with the same intentions as one.

Patrick Bateman: Protecting and representing the kingdom of the Manhattan estates. Being a vampire would definitely affect his character and the desire of him wanting to fit in. He’d have no choice but to live the double life, appear to work from home and come up with every excuse to cover his tracks when he can’t be out during the day. Those who share a similar or exact place of origin would know exactly what and who Patrick is. He’s definitely the most respected Knight in the jurisdiction, with loyal servants and He’d still find a way to look more lively, being more picky about his choice of victims and where the purest blood source would come from. Your charm would definitely catch his eye, he’d try to frequent the places you do, trying to be subtle. If he hasn’t gotten your attention now, he’d definitely try his best to woo you, whether it was his appearance or the people he’d bring around. He would never want you to join him, he’s already in agony living the life of the undead, why would he ruin anyone like you?

Leatherface: Protecting and representing the kingdom of the Texan grounds. Add longevity to his endurance and weaponry. Though I still think even as a vampire knight in charge of protecting the Texan plains he would still be somewhat of a hermit, he should never be underestimated. Bubba kills out of fear and family orders, two things that should never mix with the vampiric venom. He’d definitely have a hard time living in the south as the undead creature of the farm, but if he builds more durability he could be one of the most lethal on this list. Again, Bubba kills out of fear, he may not offer anyone who appears to be a threat, much time to explain, which could work either for or against you. If you like to rot at home, he’d be your perfect Vampire Knight. Bubba would do anything to protect you and though he doesn’t know or understand that what he does is pretty gruesome, he’d never inflict any kind of pain or allow any room for suffering when it comes to you. Things get pretty nasty when family is involved.

Harley Quinn: Protecting and representing the kingdom of the Arkham kingdom. Now with enhanced powers and immortality, she’s more agile and aggressive than ever. My take is that any vampire venom in Harley would shorten her temper and while I don’t see her to be a complete sadist if she’s working by herself, she definitely doesn’t give anyone any room for mistakes. Even with the task to be Arkhams knight, that’s exactly what she is, in charge of not having her side of the city overthrown. She would absolutely feed just for the hell of it, especially when she finds herself growing stronger after each life cycle. Given her lack of patience, I would say her relationships would escalate so much faster than in her previous form. She wouldn’t allow anyone around you, deeming them to be a threat and forget about any rival vampire clans trying to get a hold of you. She’s definitely not the stereotypical knight.

Poison Ivy: Protecting and representing the kingdom of the Gotham city Seattle grounds. Her undead body does not keep her from her love for the greenery, though it does put a strain on her ability to properly care for her gardens due to her limited ability to survive in the daylight, she still finds a way to work around it. I would say Ivy never wanted to become a vampire, much less a knight, but she would do the best she could given her circumstances. Definitely one of the most romantic/enchanting creatures on this list, she can also be one of the most devoted. You’d never leave her botanical garden, she’d do her best to make you feel right at home. My take is that she hates drinking blood, she will if she absolutely needs to, but will go the longest she can without feeding.

Steve Rogers: Protecting and representing the kingdom of the Washington state grounds. I think Steve would be absolutely miserable as a vampire, but being a knight would give him a whole new meaning to his existence. All he ever wanted to do was to help and even in his form, he was still able to do so. He would still try to use his abilities to help his country, of course. He’s one of the most noble knights on this list, always ready for battle and to defend those who need it the most. It would absolutely kill Steve to have to feed, but it would have to be done, even though the blood from criminals wouldn’t taste the best, he’d make it work for his own sake. It would be hard for him to adapt to the night life, but you make it easy, especially if you’re a night owl, he learns to loosen up a lot more. He’s always putting you first and it kills him not to be able to live a normal life with you, he would absolutely be against having you join him.

Bucky Barnes: Protecting and representing the kingdom of the Romanian grounds. Kind of similar to Steve, but not enough. I don’t think he would mind the vampire night life. He’d use his new abilities to ensure his loved ones would be 10000% safe though, no matter where he’d be at. I would think it would eat him up as well to have to feed, but being a knight would also help him significantly. Nothing would help him more than his partner and if I’m being honest, I think he would give into turning you before Steve would because he wants you there forever. He would even take you with him on missions just to keep an eye on you, more for his own sanity.

Loki Laufeyson: Protecting and representing the kingdom of the hellish Asgardian realms. The literal definition of a knight, of course everyone would be swooning over him, do you blame them? After some time, Loki grew tired of living a self fulfilling life, living if that’s what you want to call it. When you came into the picture you definitely breathed a new life into him. He’s lived through decades and decades, Loki knew a thing or two about romance and it didn’t take long for you to entangle yourself into his web. He’s had various abilities that he now used to protect and devote himself to your life. You’ll travel with him, talk about various art pieces and writings, he’s the most charming encyclopedia you’ve ever met. Of course he’d do his best to keep you from all the horrid aspects of staying alive in his world, never letting you know much about the gory details.

Cloud Strife: Protecting and representing the kingdom of the Niebelhiem grounds. I think he’d definitely struggle at first, but he’s so lost that having the purpose to serve and protect the kingdom would help him so much. His new abilities would absolutely help both his side missions and his new job title. I don’t think he’d go out of his way to make himself known, but he’s definitely built up a reputation due to his ability to eradicate any threat within reasonable time. He’d never admit it, but once he has someone, their safety would drive him crazy. He’d drop everything to make sure they were safe and use every ability possible to make sure of that. I don’t think feeding would affect him as much as others, he would be repulsed at first, but he does have to ensure he can do his job properly.

Sebastian Michaelis: Protecting and representing the kingdom of the infernal realm. Not much would be different I would say other than having the responsibility of protecting the infernal realm, that would be probably the biggest responsibility on this list. He would absolutely have no issue feeding, in fact he needs to more than any of the muses because I’d argue this would be the biggest and most difficult realm to defend. Sebastian is a sadist and though it would be near impossible for him to have a good relationship with anyone without a contract, if for whatever reason he’d find “the one” or someone he wants to keep by his side, you’d be so safe. Nothing gets past him, it’s actually quite terrifying and even if he’s a knight, he wouldn’t be opposed to indulging in selfish actions given his new title.

Bruce Wayne: Protecting and representing the kingdom of the Gotham City realm. Nothing much would change honestly, he’s already a night owl. If anything this would enhance his abilities even further. Vampire or not, he keeps an eye on you, almost to a fault. Though he has sworn to be Gotham’s dark knight, you will always be his weakness and come first. He will absolutely keep you away from the yucky side of being one of the undead. I think he would also struggle with the idea of having to feed and would have to either create or find a way to survive without having anyone else pay the price for his hunger.

Jason Todd: Protecting and representing the kingdom of the Gotham grounds, specifically crime alley. Possibly one of the most dangerous vampires on this list, and I have killers on here. Id say because his weakness is rage, add vampire venom and the thirst for blood, nobody stands a chance. He’d have the streets cleaned up in no time. Add the idea of him being in love? Game over. Everyone pack up and go home. He’d take over different realms if it meant your safety, sorry. He thinks with his heart not his brain, he would absolutely dread the idea of changing you, but I think he would dread loosing you more. He’s not a stereotypical knight by any means, but he would absolutely be one of the most effective at his job.

[olsenmyolsen]

You're Not Alone

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dark master list

Post Age of Ultron (WandaNat)

Summary: Wanda discovers a secret about The Black Widow after a mission.

Word Count: 4.5K

Content: Talks of Hydra, The Red Room, Feelings, Tramua and flashbacks.

Wanda was still learning a lot since moving to America and becoming an Avenger.

Much to the dismay of Clint Barton, she discovered how much more trashy American reality TV is compared to other countries. Choosing to watch two toxic people argue while shitfacrd was a late-night pleasure for Wanda.

She also found her niche of new sitcoms to enjoy. Ones like The Office and Parks and Rec. She tried Always Sunny, but Wanda COULD NOT get into it. That disappointed Maria Hill, who liked that one. But not as much as How I Met Your Mother.

Regardless, Malcom in the Middle was a new favorite for Wanda Maximoff.

She also found new oddities about her teammates. Like Sams love of naming his little gadgets. Steve's late-night ballroom dancing practices. Vision curiosity over his humanoid teeth and Thor's love of all things Pop-Tarts and sugary sweets before heading off-world.

Lastly, Wanda most recently discovered something about Natasha Romanoff that almost no one knew.

Natasha Romanoff had a tattoo.

Wanda couldn't believe it when she saw it. But then again, Wanda was never supposed to see it. She only happened to see it because a mission went wonky...

Since joining the team, Wanda had one goal in mind aside from the obvious for the greater good hero crap. Wanda wanted to eliminate Hydra and their bases.

Joining Hydra was a mistake. It gave her, her powers but at the cost of her young adult years. At the expense of her sanity. She lost herself and then her brother.

Now, she was slowly discovering who Wanda was. Who Wanda Maximoff wanted to be. One of the first things on that list was to take down Hydra.

So that's what led Steve, Sam, Wanda, and Natasha in route to the snowy mountains of France. It wasn't the first mission Wanda was cleared to go on. But it was the first time she was on with Natasha Romanoff.

The Black Widow.

To say Natasha intimidated the Sokovain would be an understatement. Wanda was frightened of Natasha. Even if Wanda could clearly use her powers to her advantage, she didn't want to do that anymore.

At least not to her teammates and friends.

Besides, the pair had barely spoken since the fall of Wanda's home country, but yet Natasha's red jacket still hung in Wanda's closet.

They shared the same floor and went to movie nights at the same time, but aside from a look over and a tight-lipped smile. Natasha never gave Wanda anything more.

Not even when Wanda gave everyone on the team a handwritten apology for her actions in the rise and fall of Ultron.

She never received anything back from Natasha.

And yet.

Natasha chose to sit next to Wanda on the flight to France.

Wanda smiled as the redhead looked over the younger woman. Wanda did the same as her eyes traveled over Natasha's face. She couldn't deny how beautiful the Widow was. Her green eyes and striking features were hard to look away from. But that's what benefitted Natasha when she was in the Red Room. Use any and everything to your advantage.

Natasha wasn't doing that now.

She was just being herself. She wanted to talk to Wanda.

So when she saw Wanda's eyes leave her lips and get visibly nervous, Natasha decided to speak up.

"Hi." She started. Simple enough.

"Hi." Wanda softly spoke back.

Natasha took a second before speaking.

"I want you to know that I know this isn't your first mission. But it's your first one with me since..." Wanda nodded as Natasha steadied herself. "I just want you to know that you can count on me to have your back." Wanda smiled at that. "I know you'll have mine." Natasha ended that with a reassuring nod and a look away before looking back when the witch spoke up.

"Thank you, Natasha."

"Of course."

With that, Natasha cleared her throat and started looking at her widow bites. Double-checking them. Even though they had been thoroughly looked over by the Widow herself before the team even left the compound.

Wanda didn't know what to say anyways. Everything that had just happened was shocking to her.

The most shocking part might have been when Natasha didn't leave when she got done with her gadgets; instead, she remained sat in her seat next to Wanda.

Wanda racked her brain, thinking of anything else to say, but nothing came out when she opened her mouth.

But finally, when she was about push the words "have you ever seen the Dick Van Dyke show?" through her lips, Steve called the team up to go over the mission one last time.

The mission? Infiltrate the located Hydra Base. Save prisoners, if any. Capture the goons inside and try not to kill anyone. However, if it comes to it, do what you have to.

Steve made a better speech, but you get the jist.

When the wheels touched down, the group decided to split off. Through the coms, Wanda could hear Steve and Sam finding guys left and right. But that wasn't the case for her and Natasha.

Their side of the base was empty. Cells and rooms had been cleared out, long left abandoned. Dust and dirt had gathered. Flashbacks came to the front of Wanda's mind, but she pushed down the screaming and the trauma that came with it just in time for Natasha's thoughts to be loud.

Begging for Wanda to read them.

The Black Widow tried to focus on the mission, but for the last couple of months, Natasha had been silently struggling.

After mouthing off to Capitol Hill, Natasha came to Avengers Tower under Fury's orders. She stayed and made herself useful to the cause at hand, however, before and in between Ultron happening. Natasha had thought she found solace in someone after her and Maria split. But even after Natasha begged for them to go with her. It wouldn't work.

Nothing Natasha did worked.

So when a little witch made Natasha relive her nightmares, it didn't anger Natasha. It made her feel weak and small, like she deserved it.

So all this time when, Wanda felt like Natasha wasn't making an effort or ignoring her. Wanda technically wasn't wrong. It, however, wasn't because Natasha hated Wanda she was just dealing with her own shit.

"Natasha?" Wanda whispered when she noticed that the Widow wasn't walking next to her anymore. Instead, she was severely feet back looking into a cell.

Wanda walked back and saw what Natasha was staring at. A stuffed pink bear laid face down in the middle room. Covered in dirt and dried blood.

Wanda didn't say anything. She and Natasha had lived something similar. She just forced her eyes to pull away from the bear and look at Natasha, rubbing the left side of her ribs with her right hand, mumbling something to herself before remembering where she was, and what she was supposed to be doing. She cleared her throat and looked at Wanda.

"We should get moving."

Again, Natasha's thoughts were begging to be viewed, but Wanda ignored them and followed Natasha.

"Did you find it yet?" Sams voice came over coms. "We're almost at the drives now. If there's no one to save or take, prepare to evac in five." Natasha said as she and Wanda stopped before a room storing this base's secrets.

Wanda lit up the room with her magic before deeming it safe for Natasha to flick the switch on. "Is that new?" She asked when Wanda lowered her hands. "Steve, Vision, and I have been trying to come up with inventive ways to use my powers."

Natasha nodded as she put the thumb drive into the computer in the corner of the room.

"That's right," Natasha said. "I can see you lifting him from my window." That surprised Wanda. She had no idea Natasha had been watching them after team training ended. "You're doing good." Natasha offered a genuine smile to the Sokovian, who tried her best to hide the red on her cheeks.

Natasha noticed but didn't comment on it.

Instead, she turned to look at the files loading up on the monitor. Folders and folders full of information on this Hydra bases dealings.

What test they ran. Who they tested it on. What bodies were traded for and to whom.

It was all horrible.

Natasha's eyes watched each document and picture flick by her. The progress bar at the bottom of the screen was getting closer and closer to 100% when a picture of a young blonde girl flew by.

Natasha leaned forward.

No.. It couldn't be..

Wanda saw how Natasha's whole body language changed. She saw how her green eyes changed from focused to scared. Before Wanda could comment on it. A loud bang was heard from outside the door down the hall.

Instantly, Natasha rose to her feet, gun drawn. She looked over at Wanda with raised hands. Ready to fight. Natasha nodded to Wanda and then back to the computer and whispered. "Stay here. Make sure it gets to 100% and then take it with you to the quinjet. I'll be there."

Wanda felt like she should stop Natasha. Or that they should go together, but the words never left her mouth as Natasha rounded the doorframe, disappearing from sight.

As Wanda waited, Natasha quietly stalked her way to where the noise had came from. Her breathing was slow and calculated as she kept her gun in front of her. She listened for any voices or footsteps that might give away whoever was around. But no noise was made.

Natasha turned around and was about to head back when a woman wearing a grey Hydra outfit emerged from the shadows with a gun in their hand—firing two rounds at Natasha before they took off running.

Natasha used her quick reflexes to get up onto her feet and immediately started chasing after the person who just shot at her. "I got one running west," Natasha yelled in the coms. "Heading your way, Wanda."

Wanda's head shot up at learning that piece of information, and stood up from the computer to rush out the doorway. Without thinking about Wanda used her magic to stop the Hydra agent. Immobilizing their body, sending them crashing to the floor. The gun sliding away from their hand.

Natasha stopped next to the fallen body and bent down to turn the woman's body over. Natasha saw how the woman's eyes were red. Wanda had her under. "She's scared," Wanda spoke up for the woman.

That's why she ran. Natasha thought as she looked over the woman's blonde hair and at the features on that dawned her face.

Memories came to the front of her mind as her fingers itched to touch the side of her ribs again.

Natasha shook them away and swallowed before standing back up with a groan. The sharp pain rushed through her body as the adrenaline started coming down. Natasha winced and placed her hand on her side where the pain was coming from.

"You're bleeding."

Natasha looked into Wanda's concerned green eyes and didn't move as Wanda stepped closer to her. Walking right over the now incapacitated Hydra goon. Natasha wanted to take a step back away from Wanda but froze when Wanda's soft hands placed themselves on Natasha's body. Her hands gripped Natasha's hips as she bent down to take a closer look at the wound.

"It looks like the bullet just grazed you. Did you not feel it?" Wanda looked up at Natasha, who just shrugged. "I didn't even realize."

Wanda accepted the answer because she could start to see that pushing Natasha would push her away. So, instead, Wanda nodded to herself and raised her hand to Natasha's wound.

"I've been working on something.. Do you trust me?" Wanda asked the one person whom most people could never see Natasha trusting. "Yes," Natasha said without hesitation. Wanda hid a blush at that before continuing.

She raised her hand higher and brought it closer to Natasha's bleeding side. "It won't hurt."

Natasha watched as red wisps extended themselves from Wanda's hand and landed on the marking of the bullet. Before her eyes, Natasha watched as Wanda started patching the wound as if she were stitching her body. "Oh my.. Wanda..." Natasha couldn't believe it, and yet her wound was now sown shut with a red glow around it.

Wanda looked at what she did and smiled. She was proud of herself. So when she looked up, and saw Natasha smiling back down. Wanda smiled brighter. "That's amazing," Natasha said as Wanda stood up. Her hands were still on the Widow's body. "Thank you!" Natasha looked at Wanda with newfound respect and admiration.

And before she knew it, Natasha's eyes traveled from Wanda's green eyes to her pink lips. She started scanning every inch of the Sokovain's face in a new way.

Wanda wasn't sure if what she was seeing was actually happening, so it was best not to comment on it. However, she did notice that slight fall from Natasha's lips when Wanda removed her hands from her.

"When we get back, you'll have to get it checked out. My magic won't hold it forever... At least not that I know of." Wanda chuckled at that last part, making Natasha crack a laugh for the first time in a long time.

The nice eye-darting moment between the two had to come to an end when the prisoner groaned from the floor. They were still unconscious, thanks to Wanda. But needing to be moved.

"I'll check the hard drive if you want to..." Natasha didn't need to say anymore as Wanda effortlessly lifted the prisoner with her powers. Natasha smiled at the easy use of her powers and subconsciously rubbed the side of her ribs above the area where she had been shot once again—an action Wanda had picked up on.

Perhaps it was a nervous habit of Natasha's?

Maybe a tic?

Wanda didn't know, but when she saw Natasha do it again, she sat back down in the chair in front of the monitor. The screen sitting on an image of an experiment being ran on a young kid.

The progress bar below sitting at 100%.

Wanda watched as Natasha's body tensed, followed by her thoughts becoming louder and louder.

_

The flight went by quicker than Wanda thought it would.

She wanted to sit and talk with Natasha but couldn't when Natasha landed herself in the pilot seat. Wanda was sure she wouldn't have been if the Widow told the team about her getting shot, but Natasha didn't.

Instead, when Wanda and Natasha arrived with the unconscious Hydra goon, Steve and Sam had no idea that Natasha was in a fight. Something about the coms failing right after the download started. Steve asked Natasha if she was fine, and Wanda watched her teammate lie and put on a brave face.

So Natasha flew the team back.

When they landed, Sam went to start a report on the mission while Wanda went with Steve to take the prisoner to holding. Natasha went to the medical unit to get her wound looked over.

At least, that's what Wanda thought.

To no surprise but Wandas, Natasha headed straight to her room. She locked the door and went to her bathroom. She opened a cabinet and pulled out her own med kit. She rested it on the counter as her nerves began to calm down. The pain worked its way through her soft and battered body as her suit was slowly peeled off, hitting the floor.

There, Natasha stood in her private bathroom, scanning over her semi-naked body. What's been done to it by others. What's been done is by her own hands. Scars and wounds healed but still leave a mark.

She brings her fingers up over her newest wound and lets the bit of undried blood drip onto her middle finger before she rubs it into her skin.

The red staining her.

Natasha brings her face up from her fingers to look back at the mirror. Natasha realizes just how close the bullet was. Had it been appropriately aimed and higher, it would've gone right through the middle of Natasha's first and only tattoo.

On the side of Natasha's ribs were two incredibly detailed fireflies. One was slightly bigger than the other.

"Look, forest stars!"

"Yeah! You know what? Those are actually part of the Lampyridae family. And the glow that you see, that comes from a chemical reaction called... bioluminescence... Come on time for dinner!"

"I want Mac and Cheese."

"Natasha..?"

Natasha, startled, jumped back and away from the shut bathroom door. Covering herself before, she immediately closed her eyes and got upset at her actions once she realized it was Wanda on the other side.

Had she not heard the witch enter her room?

"I was calling your name over and over, but you didn't hear me." The witch answered. "I came to check on you. I went to the medical wing and... and you never made it. So I knocked on your door before letting... myself.. in..." Wanda tried to laugh to cover the light criminal work she had done. Even then, she opened and closed her mouth, but before Natasha could do anything, Wanda asked: "Are you okay? Do you need help?"

Natasha stood with her bodysuit held in her right hand. A part of her was yelling at her to put it on and send Wanda away. Fix yourself up alone and get back to training. But there was the other half. The one who was exhausted and hurt. The one who needed help.

That voice won out.

"Wa-Wanda..." Natasha's voice was cracked before she cleared it. "Yes?" Wanda answered with a voice of surprise and concern. But then Natasha didn't speak. Instead, there was a click of the door as Natasha removed her hand from the lock. "Come in.." She quietly called out to the Sokovian, who now wore a set of grey sweats, gingerly placed her hand on the knob before turning it slowly, opening the door.

"Natasha..." Wanda hitched her breath as her eyes became focused on the woman standing before her. Only wearing a black sports bra and black shorts. Riddled with scars and bruising. A bullet wound below a black and white marking that Natashas was hiding with her hand.

Wanda took her gaze off Natasha's body and found her eyes. Taking a step forward, Natasha didn't look away from the younger woman. She didn't move. She kept her grip on her suit and waited. "Natasha?" Wanda spoke.

"Hmm?"

Wanda looked away from the Widow and picked up the Avengers-level first-aid kit. "Take a seat.." She gestured over to the edge of the counter. Natasha looked at the spot before nodding.

Cautious, she dropped the suit from her grip but kept her hand covering the tattoo.

Wanda caught onto it and wasn't sure what Natasha could possibly be hiding; after all, SHEILDS secrets had been public knowledge for the last year and a half. But Wanda wasn't going to bug her about. Right now, she just wanted to care for her teammate and friend.

So, as Wanda got closer to Natasha, Natasha sat straight up and lifted her arm up to give Wanda enough space to work. Wanda sent the older woman a flat smile and bent down slightly before starting to clean the grazed area of the bullet.

Natasha did her best not to wince or show much emotion as Wanda cleaned her up and tossed the bloodied pieces of tissues to the side. Wanda knew Natasha wouldn't, but still, she was in such close proximity to THE BLACK WIDOW, and yet she could tell something was wrong. "Natasha?" Wanda finally said when she went to stitch her up without using her powers.

"Yes?" Natasha brought her eyes to Wanda as her loud thoughts of a young blonde child slowed. "Are you okay?" Wanda asked the question that had been begging to be asked.

Natasha wasn't sure what it was, but she easily could've lied to Wanda. She could've nodded, put on a brave face, and shut down any remaining questions, but when the green eyes of the Sokovian looked up at her, she broke. She closed her eyes and squeezed them tight as tears threatened to spill.

Wanda quickly put down the medicinal supplies in her hand and placed her hands on the shoulders of the redhead before they moved down to Natasha's side. Her hand sitting inches above the still-covered tattoo. "Tas-Natasha?"

Natasha shook her head and used her one free hand to wipe at her face. A tear slipped past her mouth as she opened to speak. "I'm tired." She spoke through her rough throat. Wanda nodded. She knew. "So tired."

Wanda rubbed her hands up and down Natasha's side. It seemed like it was still a safe thing to do, considering Natasha hadn't stopped her, and they were both enjoying the touch of each other on their skin.

Wanda was going to let the silence linger. She didn't know what to say to help Natasha that the Widow didn't know, and she was focusing really hard not to read her thoughts. But luckily for Wanda, Natasha very quietly looked up and said: "I miss her."

Wanda saw the soft sadness in the eyes of her friend and felt hurt. She didn't like seeing Natasha like this. It didn't feel right, and someone this pretty should never be sad.

"Who?" Wanda asked, genuinely curious.

"Yelena. My sister."

Natasha saw the confused look on the witches face, but instead of elaborating, Natasha leaned closer to Wanda and lifted her hand off of her tattoo. "Here." She placed her hands on top of Wanda. Moving one just in front of her forehead and the other hand, she moved down the side of her body.

The feeling of their fingers resting on top of one another sent a warmth wave throughout each woman as Natasha finally placed Wanda's hand on the tattoo.

"I got this a year after my deflection to SHIELD."

Wanda rubbed her thumb over the larger firefly before tracing her fingers over the delicate linework. The action making Natasha smile. "Do you know where she is?" Wanda gingerly asked when she took her eyes off the piece of art.

"No."

"Do you wish you did?"

Natasha didn't waste another thought on a lie. She answered truthfully while looking into Wanda's eyes.

"Yes."

Wanda's eyes stayed on Natashas before dropping to her lips and back up. "Can.. I..?" Wanda asked, awaiting consent before earning a nod. With that, Wanda lowered her hand and began looking into Natasba's mind. Looking at what Natasha wanted her to see.

A young blonde child and a girl with dyed blue hair. The two are playing in a backyard near a swing set. The younger girl is laughing and having fun before she falls over.

"Yelena," Natasha repeated her name. "My sister." Wanda smiles at the memory and then raises her hand up and leaves Natasha's mind. "Before she was taken. She didn't know..." When she opens her eyes, Natasha is looking at her. "Thank you for showing me that." Wanda once again looks down at Natasha's watery smile—her lips.

Natasha nods and notices the look on Wanda's face. "Wanda.." Natasha starts as her hands move to Wanda's waist, tugging her closer to her sitting on the bathroom counter.

"We shouldn't..." Wanda already knows what the older woman is thinking, but Natasha wants this. She needs this. It's been a while since she's felt the care from someone else. The touch of another. She also has shared something with Wanda that no one else knows.

So, as she pulls Wanda closer, Wanda knows that they shouldn't, but she can't say no. The words fail to get past her throat. She wants to feel the lips of the other on her... So she leans into Natasha, and the moment between them is soft. Slow and careful. But the sparks fly.

Something happens.

Natasha's hand moves around to Wanda's lower back, pulling her closer, causing Wanda to fall more into her without a fight as their lips collide again and again.

A whimper makes Natasha smile as she bites and pulls the witches bottom lip between her teeth. "You sound so good for me," Natasha whispers, earning another moan. "Natasha..." Wanda tries to speak again but fails when Natasha's right hand begins pulling at Wanda's grey sweatpants. "Shhh.. It's okay.. I want this.." Natasha reassures Wanda to only earn a shake of the head. The younger woman is doing her best to tell Natasha that she's...

"Tasha.." Wanda moans when Natasha's hand brushes past her bare pussy. "Come on. Tell me you want this, Wanda..." Wanda gasps and moans when a finger touches her clit. "Tasha, please..." Natasha smirks and kisses the lips of the scarlet woman with passion.

"Please, what baby..." Wanda loves the kisses being planted by Natasha, but she has never done anything past this moment with someone. She's feeling lost, and the feeling of passion is morphing into nervousness. And she doesn't want to do this with Natasha when she knows and can feel the thoughts coming from Natasha.

Natasha is looking for an escape.

Wanda moans again in pleasure. "Please stop." She says, surprising Natasha. Immediately, Natasha pulls her hands out of Wanda's sweatpants, placing them on her sides taking her lips off of the Sokovian. Looking into her eyes with concern. "What- what's wrong?" Wanda bites her bottom lip before returning them to Natashas, still keeping her confused. "Wanda?" Natasha looks at her friend with soft eyes.

"I've never..." Wanda says, making Natasha feel guilty for pushing her. "Oh Wanda..." Natasha starts, but Wanda stops her again with a kiss, moving their bodies closer together. "Stop. I want to, but..." Wanda bites her lips again. "I don't want to be used." She takes a careful breath before saying: "You and I both know what that's like."

Natasha doesn't realize a tear has fallen from her face until Wanda drags a finger up her cheek. Wiping it away with tenderness. "I'm so-" "Don't." Wanda cups Natasha's chin. "It's okay." Natasha wants to yell at her that it's not, but all she does is collapse as Wanda runs her hand over the tattoo of a distant memory.

Wanda doesn't speak about what almost happened between them. Instead, she leaves Natasha on the bathroom counter as she brings her some clothes to rest in later tonight. She finishes wrapping the wound around Natasha before leading her out to her bed.

Both women are tired but don't let go of one another hand. Wanda smiles when Natasha asks her to stay.

They don't talk about what is new between them. But the two feel closer as Wanda keeps her hand on the tattoo, and with permission, she is allowed to relive the happiest memories from Natasha's childhood. A majority of them involving Yelena. Natasha thanked her as she laid in the Sokovian's arms.

In return, Wanda made her remember that she's not alone.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[bambidixon]

I've been thinking about them. A LOT. I mean it sooo

First thing first They're so “The exit” by Conan gray

Feels like we had matching wounds— the way they grew up

But mine's still black and bruised and yours is perfectly fine—She being stuck in the past unable to form bonds with new people while Daryl finding his place with his new family

Feels like we've buried alive something that never dies— the past and ofc Merle

NOWW some things I've been thinking about

I don't think she would like Carol at all at leats until the prison maybe? they would eventually become friends and probably before she and daryl get together.

She would hate Rick, not that much but she would find him quite annoying.

I feel that she would get along with the Greene family, in fact she would be closer to them than to the rest of the group.

Beth would be her first real friend and Hershel the first man she trusts other than Daryl and Merle and I'm dying on that hill

She has something that Daryl gave her (a necklace, a ring, a diary idc anything) and she takes it everywhere

About how I think things would happened...

So she left, but I don't think she's going to leave Daryl behind just like that. He's all she has, and Daryl's "friendship" is the only stability she's ever known. I believe their it will happen gradually , probably starting during their time on the farm. In the first days, she and Daryl are both busy looking for Sophia—there's no time for buddies talks, and things don't seem to have changed between them. But as the days pass, she can't help but notice how much finding Sophia means to him, and she just doesn’t understand it. From her perspective, that girl is probably dead, and Daryl is risking his life for nothing. Yet, she keeps her thoughts to herself bc she knows better than arguing with him.

Their first real argument happens when Andrea mistakenly shoots him. She's furious—Daryl could have been killed, and it feels like no one else truly cares. She’s the only one who went out looking for him. They end up yelling at each other, both too stubborn to back down.

Things don’t change much until Sophia is found, already turned into a walker in the barn. The entire situation leaves Daryl angry and disillusioned with everyone. He retreats to what he knows—her—but it no longer feels the same. There’s a discomfort, a sense that Daryl no longer belongs by her side, and it bothers her.

Their distance grows when Daryl starts to bond with Carol. Is she jealous? YES ABSOLUTELY, but not in a possessive way—more in the sense that Carol is actually good for him unlike her, and he seems happier around these people, more like his true self. As his connections with the group strengthen, the gap between them widens—though it's more that she distances herself from him than the other way around.

After the farm burns down, when they’re camping with the group, she overhears Carol asking Daryl to leave with her and separate from the group. For a moment, she wants to say something, because who is she to think she can just take Daryl away like he's some lucky charm? But Daryl’s refusal to leave stops her.

Ultimately, I think she would leave after Merle’s death. She realize that if Daryl is happy and has chosen to stay with these people, she wouldn’t be the one to take away his chance at having a family, even if she’s no longer part of it.

[darklcy]

☆ 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧! 𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ☆

this has been in the drafts for a long, long time and i haven’t posted aot in a while, so enjoy :) | also i feel like some of these may be ooc but this was fun to write! just keep in mind this is how i think they’d act in a modern setting, ofc minus the war & trauma

attack on titan masterlist

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍

skips class to vape

smokes to thundercat & nirvana

flannels flannels flannels

naturally you steal them. acts coy when you do.

“you didn’t steal it, i just let you wear it and didn’t say anything when you went home with it.”

i feel like he’d be into meditating. idk why. like someone said he should do it so now he does a quick 5-min guided meditation every morning

showers with his chain on and gets green neck

doodles on his converse and yours

writes “hi :)” on your homework, journals, notes, etc during class

has a minecraft server w jean, connie and armin

claims he’s not scared of games like outlast or silent hill but everyone knows he’s lying

ends up hiding behind you in haunted houses

LOVES DRIVE THRUS/FAST FOOD. sonic & in n out specifically

toddler sense of humor, like finds things falling over funny (y’all remember the video of the piece of bread falling over-)

doesn’t know how to work pinterest

leans over people’s shoulders to look at their phones

tried getting his cartilage pierced but it got infected

has a few tattoos on his wrists and bicep

will bite you impulsively

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍

you mean my bf

so this boy DOES know how to work pinterest, and has so many boards

one of them is filled w future pets he wants & another one includes house ideas with you :3

is the best language learner and knows french, spanish, and german

can’t watch gory shows like squid game or the walking dead, but enjoys psychological horrors like black swan

has a billion playlists with like 6 songs each

your playlist is titled “lovey” bc i said so

has maybe one lobe piercing. but only one

he goes so hard to TV girl and mac demarco, but also loves singers like sza & jack stauber

LUVS SMOOTHIES

downloaded bumble only for the fun of it once but immediately deleted it when someone liked him

bounces his leg and picks his nails

best. skin. ever. has a good skin care regime

drives a silver toyota prius 

super into journaling & drawing :>

such a gentle bf, but lives for gossip

you text him, “you will NOT believe what i just heard.” and he drops everything he’s doing to respond

coffee dates!!!

you two have a stardew farm together with a dog and a bunch of chickens and cows

his favorite character is crobus

i love him very much

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀

hardcore alison from breakfast club vibes

secretly into girl kpop groups

but loves hardcore women, like björk & poppy

definitely owns a lot of platform shoes: has like three pairs of demonias

shaves her brows to draw them on 

loves online shopping from aliexpress & etsy

into weird chunky jewelry!! has a necklace with a heavy cat pendant & a pair of eyeball earrings

loves to do your makeup! if you don’t wear a lot daily, she’ll do something for special outings like concerts or even for fun she’ll ask you to let her do it :3

has a tiktok specifically for ootds

favorite foods include spicy ramen, mediterranean meals & ice cream

i feel like she’d be in art class! she’d draw you random portraits or cute versions of you two to put in her scrapbook

oh yeah i also feel like she’d have a scrapbook!!! and keeps a lot of mementos from your dates/hangouts

when you come over, you, her and eren play mario kart

no doubt a spiritual girly: maybe not super into spells but has a tarot deck and a few oracle decks as well as a beautiful incense burner

you two go to goth clubs cuz yeah

her lipstick gets on you all the time

dressed up as lydia deetz one year for halloween

makes rings and necklaces and gives them to you, and she debates on opening an etsy shop

— hope you enjoyed!

[shift-shaping]

devour

solas takes enaste to the fade. poor decisions are made.

rating: m

pairing: solavellan

previous fics | 1 2 3 4 5 6

To shape the Fade into a form Enaste would recognize was no small task, but Solas needed her to feel comfortable for her first exploration of it. Her half-bare feet crunched on the gravel road leading into Haven. She looked around her, transfixed by the sights and sounds of his recreation. The smell of fire, pine, and cold filled the air. He heard the distant shrieks of magpies, the cutting winter wind, the braying of a mule. The village of Haven breathed to life around them, unharmed and whole.The illusion was complete, and would be stable as long as she did not panic.

"I'm pleased to see you were able to rest, Inquisitor." She turned slowly, taking it all in, and her warm green-brown eyes fell on him with a foggy, dim recognition.

"I..."

He approached her slowly, and she blinked in confusion. "Take your time. Do you recall where you are?" He kept his voice low and gentle. The ringing of an anvil caught her attention, and she shook her head suddenly, as if to clear her thoughts.

"This is Haven." She looked at him again. "I remember."

"Well done." He said it without any irony: it was good that she stabilized herself without his assistance, and the praise made her relax.

"Solas." His name on her lips made his heart stir. Had it always? Or was it the amplified emotions of the Fade? She looked up towards the chantry, eyes narrowing in the bright sunlight. "Why here?"

"Haven is familiar. It will always be important to you." He gestured up the steps, through the gate, and led her up the hill.

"Did we--'' She stopped for a moment, looking behind her, then shook her head again and looked at him. "Ir abelas. I feel... off."

"In what sense?"

"I..." Tempted as he was to help her, he did not. Learning to center her mind was vital if she wanted to continue this dream, and he’d already given her the training necessary to do so. "No." He smiled slightly, and she let out a shaky breath. "I'm alright. A lot happened here."

"Indeed." He led her through the chantry doors, into the dungeon below. In a dark room, lit by sparse candlelight, they stood before a set of chains bolted to the floor.

"I remember this room..." Her voice was more confident now, more solid. "Cassandra and Leliana interrogated me here. I was so confused. I... don't recall ever being so scared before." She looked at the chains in the center of the prison. "I had no idea why they were so angry with me, but I know what the Chantry thinks of my people." She blinked slowly. Her voice was pained. "I believed I would die here, probably painfully, and my clan would never know what happened."

"Yet you survived, lethallan." He had witnessed more of her imprisonment than she had, and it was better she not know all that was said about her.

"Thanks to you, as I understand." It had nearly been the opposite. He had intended to remove the anchor by any means necessary, even if she had to be sacrificed for it. Part of him still thought it the wiser choice. The rest of him felt nauseous even considering it, knowing now what a massive waste it would have been.

"I sat beside you while you slept, studying the anchor."

"Wasn't I out for days?" She looked at him with furrowed brows. "How long can it take to look at a mark on my hand?"

To look at the mark? Minutes. To decide whether he should try to remove it, or just kill her? Days. She did not need to know that, though, and it was not a thought he should linger on. "A magical mark of unknown origin, tied to a unique breach in the Veil? Longer than you might think. I ran every test I could imagine, searched the Fade, yet found nothing."

"I... am glad it wasn't boring, then."

"No. Quite the opposite. Cassandra suspected duplicity, and threatened to have me executed as an apostate if I didn't produce results."

Enaste smirked and rolled her eyes. "Cassandra's like that with everyone."

He barked a laugh. She was getting used to being here; he could feel her presence solidly beside him, and that she felt steady enough to make jokes was reassuring. "Come, there is more to discuss." He led her back outside, into the bright sunlight, under the eye of the swirling Breach high overhead. "You were never going to wake up. How could you? A mortal sent physically through the Fade." He stopped near the path towards the apothecary, where their view of the Breach was clear. "I was frustrated, frightened. The spirits I might have consulted were driven away by the Breach. Although I wished to help, I had no faith in Cassandra... or she in me. I was ready to flee."

"To flee?" She cocked her head with interest. "After all that?"

"Without the promise of protection? And minimal likelihood of your recovery?"

"But where would you have gone? Rifts threaten the whole world. And you would have been on Cassandra's shit list forever, regardless."

He snorted, unused to her cursing in common. "'Shit list'?"

Enaste balked defensively. "Varric says it all the time."

"Ah. Ever the master at wordplay, our dwarven friend is." She frowned at him, but he could tell she was trying not to smile. Her eyes were alight, more green now in the light of the Breach --and just as entrancing. "I would have gone somewhere far away, where I might research a way to repair the Breach before its effects reached me."

She let herself smile now, and even here, it disarmed him. "I’m glad you stayed."

He returned her smile. "I never said it was a good plan." He turned away from her, towards the Breach, and gestured towards it. "I told myself: one more attempt to seal the rifts."

"On your own?"

He nodded. "It may feel like a fool's errand now, but what other hope did we have?" She stepped closer to him, looking up at the Breach herself. "I tried and failed. No ordinary magic would affect them. I watched the rifts expand and grow, resigned myself to flee, and then..." He turned to her, and she looked down at her left palm. He lowered his voice. "It seems you hold the key to our salvation." Their eyes met. He went on. "You had sealed it with a gesture... and right then, I felt the whole world change."

She inhaled sharply. Unlike when they had actually lived in Haven, she wore the vest and pants that Josephine arranged for her as Inquisitor, clothing that would have been unsuitable for the valley's freezing winds. They were tight-fitting, and somewhat --revealing. He kept his eyes on her face, on her full lips and soft eyes and grey-streaked black hair, and held his wrist tightly behind his back. She tilted her head, her smirk subtler now. "Felt the whole world change?"

He returned her smile, and squeezed his left wrist tighter. "A figure of speech."

"Is that really... all it is?" She was close to him now, watching him, her gaze just as intense as when she'd asked him to her quarters, or when she told him she could choose to submit. She bit her lip. There was a scar on the left side of her mouth, sharp and deep. What would it feel like to run his thumb across it, across her lips?

"You change... everything." The words came out before he could stop them, but he didn't want to stop them. He wanted them to be false, and he was tired of lying to her. There needed to be some truth he could give her, even if she deserved so much more.

Her cheeks were flushed pink, but she shouldn't feel the cold here. "You're sweet, when you want to be," she said, and her voice was so soft and low.

He needed to end the dream.

Instead he felt her hand on his cheek, turning him to look at her. Then she pressed her warm, soft lips to his. Heat pulsed through his blood, chasing out whatever was in his mind, and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

She pulled away, too quickly, and a single thought came roaring back: absolutely not. He grasped her by the arm and brought her lips back to his in a desperate kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, felt the slope of her back, the curve of her waist in his hands. His tongue traced her lower lip just as he'd imagined so many times before, and a sharp gasp escaped her. He tightened his hold, pulled her close to him, her chest pressed to his so that he felt the swell of her full breasts against his body. Her hands grasped at his sides, tugging on his shirt, as though she could somehow bring him even closer.

He wanted to devour her.

She opened her mouth to him and their tongues met, heat rushing in what little space could be found between their bodies. Another noise slipped from her: a quiet, breathy sound half-way between a moan and a gasp. He leaned her back and pushed his thigh between her legs, pressing into her, earning another shuddering inhale into his mouth. Again she grasped at him, fingers gripping his shirt, then opening to splay across his lower back.

He shifted, pressing his leg harder into the meet of her thighs, and a full-body shudder raced through her. He felt it, felt her, and even when he pulled back to catch his breath the only thought he had was how badly he wanted to feel her come undone. He shook his head, taking in her reddened face and the wash of color on her chest. She reached up to touch his cheek, and if he didn't return to her he suddenly felt he would melt into the floor.

He kissed her again, just as hungrily. Her hand stayed on his cheek, surprisingly gentle for how desperately she'd pulled at him before. It was almost a caress, moving from his cheek to the back of his neck again, sending shivers down his spine. Need pulsed in his core: need for her body, her touch, her. And now he knew with certainty that she needed him, too.

With a sudden and brutal clarity, his heart dropped like a stone.

He pulled back, hands raised as if to ward her away. She blinked at him, slightly dazed, hand still hovering where he was a heartbeat before. "We shouldn't," he sputtered. "It isn't right." He retreated further, putting more distance between them. "Not even here." It wasn't enough. This was a terrible mistake, and he had to end it now.

She looked around, still flushed, visibly confused. "This isn't real."

He smirked at her, appreciating the irony. "That's a matter of debate." He exhaled, determined to compose himself. "Perhaps best discussed after you wake up."

He forced her from the dream. It was all he could think to do. That meant she was awake, and would certainly come to find him in the waking world.

What was he thinking? She wasn't even supposed to exist --her world wasn't supposed to exist. It would be better to stop this now, to end it before it went too far.

Unless, of course, it had already gone too far. She trusted him, went out of her way to spend time with him, and he'd stood at her side for nearly all of her endeavors. Their relationship was already inappropriate in the eyes of some --he had overheard the rumors from their allies, and he knew she had as well.

The only ending to this was cruelty. The only difference was in degree. But the thought of what rejecting her now would do to her, of never having a meaningful conversation with her again, of ending her training just as she showed so much promise, was too much to bear. He was weak, and selfish, and one day he would beg her forgiveness. He just wanted to put that day off a little longer.

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[bug-fics]

Trailer park kids Eddie x reader headcanons

Major implications for southern-esque Eddie. Just growing old together as poor kids

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

This is way longer than I was planning lmao. Literally like 2k words of headcanons but it’s cute so it’s fine

(No descriptions of reader, gender neutral)

At least where I’m from trailer parks are a major sense of community. Eddie growing up surrounded by people who would always have his back fueled him as a kid. I know we often make Eddie a sad kid who was hated by everyone but I like to think the trailer park helped Wayne raise Eddie a lot while he was growing up.

When Wayne was working long shifts at the plant Eddie would go over to his neighbor's house for dinner and homework help. The nice lesbian ladies taught Eddie all about Dolly Parton. 9 to 5 became his anthem as a 13-year-old kid who has watched everyone around him get screwed over by “the man”

As his best friend for life, you grew up in the same trailer park, but instead of an angsty teen who is all for bringing down the patriarchy, you grew up to be a spunky happy go lucky person who loves running around barefoot, dancing to country music and singing off pitch as loudly as you can while Eddie just stares with a smitten look. (Obviously, you also hate the patriarchy but Eddie wears his love of anarchy loud and proud)

It’s always been you and Eddie growing up but there were a few trailer park kids who you would play pretended with. None of you had toys growing up, money typically went towards food and bills so it was rare for a toy to be seen in the park. When someone did get lucky to get something new it was a big hit. None of the kids were stingy with their toys because growing up poor you learn to care for those who don’t have what you do.

Having a secret spot for just you and Eddie in the woods behind your trailer. It wasn’t anything special, just a dried-out River that had a lot of stray cats nearby.

You broke your arm falling out of a tree in the woods so in order to make you feel better Eddie threw himself out of the same tree on purpose hoping to break his arm as well.

It worked

Having matching casts. Eddie got pink because you got pink and when it was time to switch colors Eddie chose the camo green plaster so you did what any best friend would do and got pink again

Eddie crying because you didn’t copy him

“It’s ugly teddy, I don’t know what you wanted me to do”

This makes him sob even more. (Ofc the broken arm isn’t what made him cry)

By the third plaster switch you learned your lesson and let Eddie choose for the both of you which made everything better

Wayne saved every cast. Each one is full of signatures from the problem of forest hills. Many of them are relics with names of elders who have passed or families who got lucky enough to move away. It was a weird momento but they were put in a box in storage

I like to think Wayne is a very sentimental guy, saving everything he can of Eddie’s (and yours by association) as a way to try and make Eddie’s childhood better. It’s dumb but something Wayne thinks helps.

Sharing your Walkman together listening to tapes handed down from neighbors. Good music was expensive so most of the recordings consisted of ’50s and 60’s classics but sometimes someone would give you something newer like an Abba or Led Zeppelin cassette.

One day one of the burly biker guys who lived in a trailer on the other side of the park gave Eddie a few of his Dio tapes and that was the start of his metal addiction. (I like to believe Eddie isn’t really a music elitist, he just doesn’t like when people disregard his interests, and metal music is typically talked down upon so he’s gotten used to defending it)

Like I said, he grew up on country and Dolly Parton. He has no right to be rude about other people's musical interests.

It’s just a part of the defense mechanism he built up when he realized that the trailer park and the way people treated each other was just a little bubble and most people aren't that nice. Especially the upper-class folks who look down on you in school for not using “proper English.”

(You and Eddie as well as most of the trailer park kids failed English at least once because of all the southern slang and phrases you used in your essays that were  supposed to be professional)

I like to think Eddie has had a screaming match with one of his English teachers about certain words not being real.

“Mr. Munson how many times do I have to tell you ‘fixen to’ isn’t a real phrase” “well I’m FIXEN TO tell you that y’er wrong”

“Mr. Munson, you can’t do that in my classroom.” “Can’t n’ver coulda done nothin, Mrs. T”

I don’t know just young Eddie arguing with southern phrases as his comebacks, his trailer park accent still making an appearance. It’s cute.

You and Eddie were a force to be wreckin with. Your mom and his uncle couldn’t handle your shenanigans

I like to think that all the years of growing up together you and Eddie had sleepovers every night. Even on school nights. Like switching between his trailer and yours. It wasn’t a big deal because you lived next door to each other but it was still a hassle.

“Where are your pj's?” “Left 'em at Eddie’s.”

“Eds have you seen your backpack? We gotta get your homework done” “yeah.” “Where is it?” “Ts at Bugs.”

(Eddie calls you Bug because as a kid he’d chase you around with them. You don’t have a fear of them but playing tag with worms is much more fun especially when Eddie thinks you’re scared)

Eddie had freckles and a gap tooth growing up. The freckles faded because he never went outside in his teen years and his gap went away when his grown-up teeth grew in.

The younger teenage years between you two were filled with tension. Puberty wasn’t fun especially when you both grew out of the baby faces and couldn’t bathe together anymore.

Lots of stolen glances and yearning except neither of you knew what the feelings were so they were labeled as platonic. Even when thing’s definitely crossed the boundaries of friendship it was “just how we act” which definitely made realizing you were in love a lot harder as adults

Standing up for each other in high school. (Having the other kids from forest hills also stand up for you guys. It was a found family of hoodlums of course you were gonna stick together)

You actually weren’t a part of hellfire. You didn’t sit with them you didn’t talk to them you didn’t share any interests with them. The only reason why you knew about any of that stuff was because of Eddie. So you had your own group of school friends that you sat with at lunch

The only time you talked to anyone in that club was for corroded coffin. Jeff, Gareth, and Charlie got used to you being around for practice and gigs even if you had no clue about anything they were doing.

You and Eddie were definitely the type of friends to kiss and say it was just platonic

You’re the only person who has seen Eddie cry other than Wayne and your mom when he was a kid.

Getting detention on purpose if the other got in trouble. School was unfair to kids like you, so might as well get some quality bestie time out of it.

As you got older and Eddie finally graduated he managed to leave and move to the “city” with Robin and Steve leaving too behind. It wasn’t far, the city being only about 2 hours away but daily hangouts turned to weekly if you were lucky.

One summer Eddie brings the gang (Steve Robin and Dustin technically max is there but like that doesn’t count she lives there) to the trailer park for a tailgate/block party where they meet you. Dancing barefoot with Marlene and Darcy, a few girls who you grew up with who weren’t lucky enough to get out of the park. Well, you and Marlene were dancing, Darcy was a few months pregnant with her first kid, but you were sure to include her in the fun. (You three were the resident line dancers at these parties, dancing like no one’s watching.)

You don’t notice Eddie and his new friends right away. In fact, Eddie found your shoes before he found you, thrown towards the side, your socks not far behind. The only reason why you noticed Eddie is because Wayne called your name once the song ended and he was standing next to his uncle.

Running as fast as possible toward the boy. You can hear the pads of your feet on the gravel street the party was being held on. I mean full-on throwing yourself in his arms screaming the nickname you had for him (tater, short for tater tot because as a kid he’d carry them around in his pocket for snacks when he got hungry.)

He wasn’t gone for long. You both had seen each other a few weeks ago but when you spend nineteen years together every day of your life, three weeks seem like a lifetime.

It’s always been an unspoken assumption in the trailer park that you and Eddie would get married at some point. The gossip stopped when he moved to the city, especially because the new gossip was that Marcus (another boy from the park) was wantin to ask your mom for permission to marry you since Eddie was “out of the picture”

Of course, you were none the wiser. You’ve had plenty of suitors but why take any of their offers when you had your best friend Eddie? It’s totally platonic to want to move into a house, share a bed and cuddle up in the mornings, raise a kid, adopt a cat, grow old, and be buried together.

Mhm best friend Eddie

Being in the park, Eddie’s new friends get to see a new side of him.

You convince him to dance with you. Lots of twirling and laughing together. (City Eddie wouldn’t be caught dead dancing to country music)

Screaming the lyrics to red solo cup with each other while pouring drinks (quoting the song you told Steve that he didn’t have a pair of testicles since he preferred to drink from a glass (fuck king Steve who threw parties Idk who that is, I just know sad Steve who was forced to be a rich businessman growing up)

rushing around like headless chickens looking for the props you needed to perform a true southern draw (growing up the two of you lived to play cowboys.) yelling at some of the younger kids in the park for their plastic guns and stealing cowboy hats from some of the elder guys who were sitting in the plastic white chairs strewn around.

Fake draws were serious in this household.

Of course, you both cheat turning and shooting before someone told you to draw your guns. This definitely turns into a huge screaming match.

Letting Dustin have his first sip of beer

“How old is the boy? Fifteen?! And you’ve never even had a sip of beer? Tater you’ve changed, he’s well past his prime your supposed to introduce him to it as his elder.”

Fighting with Steve because he’s trying to stop you from giving Dustin beer but Dustin is all for it. He thinks it’s gonna officially make him a man.

Of course, he spits it out right away. Cheap beer is disgusting, but it’s a delicacy in the trailer park.

When Eddie goes back to the city, he makes a joke about stealing you to come live with him. And of course, you agree. The joke turns into a real conversation about getting you out of Hawkins and it doesn’t take much convincing on his end.

Of course, the apartment he shared doesn’t have an extra room but you can just share his room. You know? Take half of his closet, you can have your own key and share his bed as you’ve always done. And of course, you get whatever side you want and sometimes Eddie would bring you breakfast in bed, and hold your hand, and give you little kisses, but it’s totally platonic with a capital P, and definitely not just dating without dating (mhm yep sure)

The city is much different from forest hills. Eddie has to basically build a contraption that resembles those leash kid backpacks so you don’t run off.

Definitely a golden retriever x golden retriever dressed as a black cat dynamic

[essaysbyciara]

Darkness Into Light ['Layton Road' bka Fireworks Part VII] [FINALE]| Erik "Killmonger" Stevens x Reader

FIREWORKS | BIRTHDAY CANDLES | STEAM | NEON SIGNS | GREEN LIGHT | RED LIGHT SPECIAL

Warnings: Gun violence (no mentions of blood), language, lightweight mentions of sexual situations (smut thoughts)

Peace! We're at the end of Layton Road better known as "Fireworks". I will be posting this on Wattpad for all of my Wattpad girlies. Check my masterlist for the link. Thanks for hanging on for the ride with Kill. He's a fave. Much love :)

"...You’ve reached the voicemail box of 41.."

That salutation became a common occurrence since the last night you saw Kill. In the middle of the romance session you both wished for, a phone call of another sort kept breaking up the fun. Unlike you, they wouldn’t leave a voicemail. They called and called, pace after pace, second after second, in hopes that Kill would pick up the phone. It wasn’t until you pleaded with Kill to kill the noise of his phone that you would hear the news you were afraid of: that somebody almost killed his cousin, King. 

The static you felt at The Luxe was real, live and uncut. The dudes Kill and King both told you not to worry about couldn’t believe those dudes from 40th had the gall to step into their spot, or what became of it that night. King’s royal demeanor rubbed them the wrong way, originally not enough to ruffle feathers. Peace was kept enough on the inside but once the club let out and one of the young soldiers from 43rd – reveling in the past with several axes to grind – almost hit Bast, the triple OG of the 40th, with his car that all hell broke loose. 

The crews from 40th and 43rd, who could see the static brewing, tried to keep it peaceful and begged the young guys from both sides to relax. Truthfully, the rivalry between the blocks was of the past; marriages, babies and business between both neighborhoods came to be since the OGs of both crews went onto the ancestral plane. The young ones – souped up on Durk and Lil' Baby, brown liquor and ignorant nostalgia – wanted to resurrect old scores despite everyone, including Kill and King, telling them to chill out.  

The parking lot sparked their fervor to remember a past they weren't around for. 

So not-so-pleasantries were thrown, threats were made, trunks were popped and shots were fired. King got hit trying to rush his date-for-the-night into his car. He wasn't the intended target but that didn't matter. A dude from 40th got hit and a dude from 43rd wanted so badly to be seen as responsible. 

"Hey, Erik. It’s [y/n]. Just checking in to see how you’re doing. Uh … no pressure. We’ll talk when we can. Peace." 

You didn’t want to pressure him into returning your texts or calls. That felt rude. Injecting your own feelings into the moments where Kill’s feelings were paramount felt callous. Missing him didn’t equate to Kill almost missing his cousin in the physical sense. So you fell back out of what-you-felt-like was respect. Even as you wished to complete you and Erik’s love story. 

That night still feels surreal. Kill’s eyes transformed into bleak darkness, leaving you to peer into the depths of someone controlling their rage so as to not scare the people around them. You didn’t know what to do. Filled with compassion, you wanted to hug Kill and tell him that it’s going to be okay. You gave good hugs too. Such an inert Christian response; Moms and Pops unfortunately taught you well. That didn’t feel right at the moment, though. You didn’t know the status of King’s life. You, again, didn’t want to disrespect. Kill almost leaned into his vault of ungraciousness. Ignoring your stoic and shocked face and tone, he told you, “you gotta leave.”

The mole hill in your throat turned into a mountain. Snapping your neck back in good Black-woman fashion, you hastily grab your heels and fasten the ties around your ankles boiling with your own waters of rage. You never paid for a Lyft so fast, damn the surcharge. 

No thanks for getting him out of The Luxe in time. No thanks for making him answer the phone. Again, selfish responses in a moment where it was okay for Kill to think about self. Kill felt guilty for leaving but he couldn’t tell you that. He didn’t want the guilt to imprint on you. 

But something told you to stop. Something told you to lead with empathy. Something – or maybe Someone – said to slow down and show love even if Kill’s curt-ass didn’t-but-did  deserve it. 

“You okay to drive to the hospital?” 

Kill snapped out of his inward fury. He felt you shut down, felt you afraid. Everyone is always afraid of Kill. He didn’t want you to follow their direction. “I’m cool. I’ll drop you off at your house though.” 

“It’s okay. The Lyft is two minutes away. I don’t want to take you out your way.” Coogler Hospital was just a mile away from your house. It wasn’t out of the way but you wanted to get out of the way of Kill’s grief. 

Before Kill could petition you to change your mind, your phone vibrated from the alert that your carriage awaits you outside. You didn’t hold on for Kill to hug you or say sorry. You walked out the door and sent a kite his way. 

I’m close to Coogler if you need anything. LMK. 

Months later, you guessed that he didn’t. You hadn’t heard from him since. 

Kill’s IG post saluting his cousin’s recovery signaled that everything was okay. You double-tapped your support and kept scrolling. Then the right corner of your screen lit up with the number one. Kill wanted to see how his should’ve-been-number-one was doing. 

Hey. How you been? 

Okay. How are you though? 

Kill feared you asking that question. That’s why he’s been ducking and dodging your texts and calls. Equal parts him not wanting to recount that night and equal parts having to answer why he ducked out on you, he comes up with a skin tight response. 

I’m cool. Not much going on over here. 

What a lie. There’s lots going on, lots left to discuss. But you play it cool. Hopefully this reintroduction into your life will mean conversations about what happened in the future. No need to maybe-trigger Kill. 

Word. Good to see King is doing well. And you too. 

Kill wasn’t doing okay. Super protective of family, he thought of all the bloody things he could do to those cats just a mere few blocks away. The intense scene at the hospital felt like a murder plot. Police cars were called. The hospital feared for the worse. Kill didn’t want you to drive him to the hospital because he knew that would happen. You didn’t need to witness all of that. He wanted to protect you from a scene you didn’t need to see. 

Erik felt your care through your message. He owed you a thanks and an acknowledgement. Bracing his heart for a response not-so-kind, he sends a note of gratitude for that night. You respond in-kind. 

I’m just glad y’all are okay. 

What else was there to say beyond those words? It felt wrong to flirt, it felt wrong to lust after him. Since that night, he’d been posting his escapades from the gym. You really wanted Kill to bench press you into submission. All you could do is like his stories, which he peeped every time. It signaled to him that you were still on his bumper, thankful he didn’t lose you in his gnarly traffic of his own guilt, grief and shame. Truthfully he thought about crunching and curling your body too, remembering that he was so damn close that night until the reason for the distance happened. 

Erik's heart begged that every song you would post on your IG stories as a sign that you were leaving the porch light on for him. "I Miss You (Come Back Home)" by Monifah. "One Mo' Gin" by D'Angelo. "Come Over" by Faith Evans. "Can't Stay Away" by Bootsy Collins. He wasn't the type of dickhead who only reappeared when he wanted some ass. He knew better. Didn't erase the desire or the fire to get to know more about you. He felt your goodness. More conversation would confirm it. 

He didn’t want distance anymore. Feeling as if you would still be down to get to know him, with seconds of the clock, he aims for the basket. 

I’m off tomorrow. You wanna grab dinner or something? Just to catch up. I’m sorry for disappearing. Shit was just rough. 

A sly smile forms on your face. 

I know it did. I understand. That night was a lot. 

You wait to confirm for tomorrow. He has to sweat just a bit. 

I’m down. I rather talk in person anyway :)

You needed to see that face and get that hug. Hugs that swallowed you into the craters of his heart. You really missed those. 

Walk around Care after? 

You couldn’t contain the fireworks going off inside of your heart. Here’s to a second chance. 

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[charizardstolemynickname]

SEASON 3 EPISODE 1 REACTION PART 2!!

I am a big ranter and don't shut up so I have had to make it a second part, sorry people, anyway, LETS GO

"You're family now" WELL DAMN, Hunter is just getting adopted left right and centre! As he should be, HUNTER BABY, NO DON'T CRY, god nobody has ever shown him kindness in his like, 16 years of life huh (me neither pal, me neither)

I will never get over how cute Gus and Hunter being nerds about this sci-fi book, like damn bro. BUT CAMILA, what are you hiding?! Either she wrote this book or it was her husband's

AHHH LUZ AND AMITY COSPLAYING THEIR FAVOURITE FICTIONAL GIRLFRIENDS, I am going feral, god someone be the Luz to my Amity. ALSO Azura's green hair is iconic, I will one day dye my hair that green, just you wait

THE COMPUTER WALLPAPER?! Fuckkkkkkk, they are so goals it literally hurts my soul, I am going to cry in a minute!

The costumes are so good!! However Amity's costume (I think the character's name was Hecate?) reminds me of Rosaline but with Daisy's hair colour (Mario characters if you get me) but also some other character but I have 0 idea who, I'll think about it

BUT HEY, GREEN GOOP DON'T BE ON HUNTER'S SKIN!

Oooo Belos lore! And his brother, who is barely mentioned so i am desperate to know more

THE BROTHER'S NAME WAS CALEB! FUCKING KNEW IT, but that means a lot..... Are "Grimwalkers" just a clone of Caleb? Philip's weird attempt to keep his brother? And maybe he died because of a palisman? God I don't know, BUT WAIT, BECAUSE FLAPJACK WAS AN ABANDONED PALISMAN BECAUSE OF THE BATQUEEN HAD HIM, MAYBE HE WAS CALEB'S!

OH FUCK YEAH I WAS RIGHT, however this was probably obvious considering we immediately find it out after I guessed it, damn

"Sounds like big bro got a hot witch girlfriend and little bro got upset. But, that's just me" Masha, I fucking love you

Hunter is sweating and stressing though, bless him

YEAH HUNTER WHAT THE HECK, poor flapjack, but also I get it, still feel bad for flapjack but Hunter be going through a lot, i get him

THE CUTTING THE HAIR WITH A SWORD IS SO RELATABLE, but also these video diaries being from when she was young and everything with her dad AND HER DAD LEAVING HER THE BOOK, AH

OH GOD I JUST REMEMBERED THE FIRST SCENE OF SEASON 1 WAS LUZ'S BOOK REPORT WHERE SHE BROUGHT IN A SNAKE! OHHHH God.

WOAH, Hunter is being controlled by this green goop! I swear if he turns into the Belos creature and Hunter becomes the villain I will have to sob

WOAH IS BELOS CONTROLLING HUNTER! HELL NAH DAMN IT, WE HAVE TO WATCH HUNTER BECOME THE MAYBE VILLAIN, this is horrible

WHY ARE YOU CALLING LUZ/FLAPJACK EVELYN! WASN'T THAT THE WITCH!?! FUCK

DO NOT KILL FLAPJACK YOU PIECE OF SHIT! NOOOOOOOOOO

WAIT NO HE IS ALIVE, I swear if flapjack dies I will sue the studio

CAMILA TO THE RESCUE! Woah, cool portal, but that shouldn't be what I focus on

I am not kidding, if Flapjack and/or Hunter dies, I will go insane and nobody will see me for the next 100 days

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO DON'T TURN INTO PARTICLES FLAPJACK, YOU CAN STILL LIVE, please, i swear

"Is everyone else okay?" YES YOU SELFISH PRICK, OF COURSE BUT STOP ASKING ABOUT EVERYONE ELSE

.................................... YOU MUST BE KIDDING, they wouldn't kill off flapjack right!? He comes back, I know he does. You'll see. This isn't "delusional" or "denial" IT WILL HAPPEN

"TOOK YOUR MOTHER TO THE DEMON REALM!" Again, Camila to the rescue, fucking love her, CAN'T WAIT FOR CAMILA AND EDA TO MEET

VEE MY ICON, good luck trying to be everything sweetie, I BELIEVE IN YOU!

OKAY! Episode 1 done people! That was, scary, damn. But we survived the first episode! AND nobody died! FLAPJACK DIDN'T DIE OKAY, I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL, HE SHOWS UP LATER IN THIS SEASON, I CAN TELL

[the-al-chemist]

Artemis Hexley: The Wilderness Years

Chapter 11: Ring Down the Curtain

A/N: Artemis has been keeping secrets from Chester again, but this time, she isn’t the only one hiding something. Warnings: a bit of angst.

The midsummer sun was high in the sky over Ottery St Catchpole. Artemis sighed as she looked out of the window at the honeysuckle tree that stood proudly in the middle of the Weasleys’ garden and the rolling green fields in the distance, all bathed in bright light.

“It’s a perfect day for flying,” she said, as much to herself as anyone else. From her spot by the window she could see that the door of the Weasleys’ broom shed was ajar. “Anyone else want to go?”

She turned her attention back to the people inside the Burrow; Bill and Charlie, their parents, and Chester. None of them made to move, and Bill laughed as he shook his head.

“Artemis, we’ve just eaten. I can’t believe you want to go flying now.”

“I agree with Bill,” said Chester. “I’d much rather remain stationary, but don’t let me stop you.”

Artemis did not miss the amused look that the Weasley brothers shared at his words, and she herself had to suppress a smile. She had never been one to let anyone stop her from doing anything, and she was not about to start now. 

Still, for the sake of politeness, she placed one hand on Chester’s arm as she stood up and asked him: “Are you sure?”

“Positive. It’s not like you’ll be able to concentrate on the conversation without fidgeting until you’ve been out and gotten the energy out of your system, is it?”

Artemis rolled her eyes, but grinned as she left Chester’s side to walk across the room, pausing as she reached the sofa where Charlie was sitting.

“You’ll come with me, won’t you, Charlie?” she said, raising her eyebrows as if she were daring him to say no. Charlie swallowed and quickly glanced across at Chester, and Artemis sighed loudly. “Charlie. I’m asking you a question.”

“Of course. Sorry,” said Charlie. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’ll come with you.”

The air outside was crisp and warm and grass scented, and the two of them walked in companionable silence to the broom shed and selected two of the least battered and worn-looking broomsticks to take out across the fields that surrounded the house Bill and Charlie had grown up in. Once up in the air, they weaved between the trees in the orchard and raced up to a grassy bank on the side of Stoatshead Hill, where they paused to take a break in the dappled shade provided by a sycamore tree. 

“It’s good having you back,” Artemis told him. “You and Bill. This is the first time I’ve seen you all year.”

“I know. I should come home more often.”

“You should. I miss hanging out with you.”

“Literally?” Charlie asked, rising in the air to grab hold of a branch and using his arms to lift himself up. Artemis laughed and shook her head.

“Very funny, monkey boy.” She pulled a face, and Charlie returned to his broomstick, still smiling. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. I’ve been busy, you’ve been busy. It feels like everyone’s busy, and then before you know it, six months have gone by without seeing anyone.” Charlie paused and glanced back in the direction of the house. “Things seem a lot better than they were back in December. Between you and Chester, I mean.”

“They are. I overreacted, really. It was just an argument, that’s all. A big argument, and it was my fault, but yeah. It’s okay now. I told him stuff, and now I think he gets it. I mean, you saw how much effort he was making with all of you today.”

Charlie hummed in response. His eyes didn’t quite meet Artemis’ own, and she got the feeling that he didn’t believe her.

“And we had Kingsley over last month and went to my aunt and uncle’s the other night, too,” she continued. “He suggested all of it. So he’s trying, really trying.”

“Yeah. That’s great. You definitely look happier.”

“I am.”

“That’s the main thing.”

At last, Charlie looked her in the eyes. He was being sincere, and so Artemis returned his good-natured smile, though hers quickly became sheepish.

“I’ve accepted a new job,” she said, quietly.

“I heard. Sounds like a good one, too. Personal assistant to the Head of Department.” Charlie let out a low whistle. “Very high-powered.”

He grinned, but Artemis bit her lip. She shook her head.

“No, I’m turning Ludo down. I’ve taken a different job. A Curse-Breaking position.”

“You’re going back to Gringotts?” Charlie frowned. “No offence, mate, but I’m surprised they’ve taken you back.”

“No, they’d never do that,” Artemis laughed. “It’s an independent agency, the one Merula works for. Won’t pay as well as Gringotts, or as the Ministry even, but it means I’ll be able to travel loads, which is good.”

“Right. And Chester doesn’t mind that?” asked Charlie. Artemis didn’t respond. Charlie looked at her. “You have told him about this, haven’t you?”

“I only took the job a couple of days ago.”

“And he has no idea?”

“I will tell him, it’s just that we’ve both been busy since then. Everyone’s busy, you said so yourself.”

Not wanting to see the expression on Charlie’s face anymore, Artemis turned back to look at the view instead. She heard Charlie sigh beside her, and she glared at him from the corner of her eye. He shrugged.

“I’m happy for you,” he said.

“You are?”

“Yeah, I am.”

Artemis smiled. “Thank you. I know I probably shouldn’t have taken it without telling Chester, but they offered it to me, and it was such a good opportunity, and I’m actually excited about it. Really excited.”

“I can see that. It’s great. When do you start?”

“Whenever I want. I’ll be finished with the tournament tomorrow night, after all.”

“And when are you going to tell Chester?” Charlie asked, and Artemis raised her eyebrows at him. He shook his head. “I’m not judging, don’t worry.”

He was, but Artemis didn’t mind. Deep down, she knew he had a point. 

“I’ll tell him tomorrow. It’ll be fine, it’s a great job, and it’s what I’m good at. Yeah, the one with the Department pays better - a lot better, actually - and I’d be around a lot more, but it’s not really me. Chester will understand that.”

“Yeah,” Charlie agreed, but his eyebrows furrowed. “Maybe don’t tell him you’ve actually taken the job.”

“But I have taken it.”

“I know, but he doesn’t know that.”

“So I should just lie to him?”

“No, just don’t tell him every single part of it. You’ll still be telling him more than you are anyway, and it’ll probably save an argument,” Charlie shrugged. “I just think he’ll accept it better if you tell him you want to take the job rather than saying you’ve already done it without talking to him about it first.”

Artemis pursed her lips, considering the suggestion.

“Would you accept that better?”

“I reckon so, yeah. I mean, you’re supposed to be a team, right? This is the sort of thing that you should maybe talk about before making snap decisions. Again, not judging, just saying.”

“Yeah. You’re probably right,” Artemis gnawed on her lower lip. “What if he says that he doesn’t want me to take the job?”

“Artemis, you are obviously over the moon about it. He’s not going to say no to something that is so clearly going to make you happy. And it’s not like you’d listen if he said no, anyway.” He smirked, and Artemis pulled a face at him. “Come on, let’s go back. They’ll be wondering where we’ve got to.”

Not long after they returned, it was time for Artemis and Chester to leave. Artemis hugged each of the three male Weasleys in turn; and Chester kissed Mrs Weasley on the cheek.

“Thank you for lunch,” he said. “The gammon was delicious. Much better than my mum’s, but don’t tell her I said that.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Molly beamed. “You two must come again soon.”

“I’m sure we will.”

“Try to stop us,” said Artemis, and Mrs Weasley turned her attention towards her. Artemis stiffened as Molly made a high-pitched noise and smothered her in a hug, emerging with an even wider smile than before and her eyes sparkling with tears. “Molly, are you alright?”

“Yes, dear, I’m… It’s just so lovely to see you, that’s all.”

Artemis laughed. “We’re seeing each other tomorrow.”

“Of course we are, dear. Silly me. Now, are you sure you’ve taken enough leftover Bakewell tart?”

“I don’t think I can carry any more, Molly.”

“No, and I suppose you won’t want to ruin your appetite for this evening.”

“What’s this evening?” Artemis asked, and Chester cleared his throat before Molly could answer.

“We’re going out for dinner,” he said. Artemis frowned, and he smiled at her. “I thought that we should celebrate the Tournament finishing.”

“But I thought we were all going to the Three Broomsticks after to celebrate.”

“We can celebrate twice.”

“I think celebrating twice is a wonderful idea,” said Molly, nodding her head so quickly that Artemis thought for a moment it might fall off. She made that strange squeaking noise again. “Oh, come here and let me give you another hug.”

As Molly’s arms wrapped around her once more, Artemis made eye contact with Bill and Charlie over her shoulder. Bill shook his head and Charlie looked as confused by Molly’s behaviour as Artemis felt.

“So, we should probably get going,” Chester said with a firm but diplomatic tone. He turned to Bill and held out his hand, and Bill removed his own to shake it. “Thank you. You too, Arthur.” Mr Weasley inclined his head, a small smile playing on his face, and Chested nodded his own at Charlie. “Pleasure to see you again.”

“You too, mate.”

With that, they left the Weasleys waving goodbye to them on the doorstep, Molly’s tear-filled eyes remaining on them all the way to the front gate.

“What’s up with Molly?” Artemis whispered to Chester. “Was she being that strange while we were out flying?”

“I don’t think she was behaving strangely at all.” 

Artemis raised her eyebrows in disbelief, but Chester merely smiled at her. She sighed. 

“So, where are we going for dinner?”

“Patience is a virtue, Artemis.”

“What?”

Chester laughed. “It means you’ll have to wait and see.”

Artemis had never been good at waiting, and there were still several hours remaining until it was time to go to dinner. Chester preferred to eat late in the evening, and so by the time the two of them arrived at the little restaurant in Covent Garden they had gone to on their first ever date, she was regretting not taking more of Molly’s leftovers.

They were seated at the same table by the window, outside which the string quartet was still playing. Artemis tilted her head to one side as she listened to them, only partially aware that Chester was watching her do so.

“It’s peculiar coming back here now, isn’t it?” he asked her, and she hummed in response. He took her hand in his. “The last time we came here, we barely knew one another, and now we’re living together. I’ll be applying to officially join the council, you’ve got your job with Ludo… It feels like everything’s coming together, doesn’t it?”

Artemis drew a deep breath. Now was her time to tell him perhaps not the whole truth, but more of the truth than she’d told him so far.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding her head slowly. “About the job thing. I’m thinking I might turn it down, actually.”

Chester’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh? Why is that?”

“I’ve been offered something else. Something better. Curse-breaking.”

“Gringotts want you back?”

“No, it’s an independent agency. My friend Merula works for them, and she put in a good word. I looked into it, and it’s a better option.”

“So they’ve offered you more money than Ludo?”

“Um, no. They can’t pay me as much,” said Artemis, and Chester’s eyebrows furrowed as if confused. “But it means I can travel more, and do what I’m good at, what I really like doing.”

“But I thought you hated curse-breaking.”

“I hated Gringotts. Curse-breaking I actually liked, really liked. So I think I should go back to it again, don’t you?”

“I’m not certain that I do,” Chester told her. 

“Why not?”

“Well, it’s less money, it means you will be away a lot of the time, and it’s hardly like curse-breaking is a particularly safe line of work. It’s a risky business.”

“I don’t mind taking risks, though,” Artemis shrugged. “I think it would make me happier.”

“Perhaps, perhaps not. There are other things that might make you happy.”

“Like what?”

“Well, like this. Us,” Chester exhaled. “Artemis, I’d really like to talk about us, and where we’re going.”

“Do you not want to move to Cardiff anymore?”

“Not… No, Cardiff I’m happy with. I’m happy with a lot about our relationship and the direction it’s heading in, and… Well, I think that perhaps it’s time that we officialise things.”

Artemis wasn’t quite sure what Chester meant. She frowned, and he removed his hands from hers to reach into his pocket and bring out a small box, which he opened up to reveal…

A ring. 

It was made of silver so unblemished it must have been goblin-wrought, with blue and white glittering stones set into the band in the shape of a flower. Artemis blinked.

“Is that…”

“It was my grandmother’s,” said Chester. “I’d like you to have it, if you’d do me the honour.”

“Wait,” Artemis shook her head. “Let me get this straight. Are you just giving it to me as a gift or…”

“I’m giving it to you as a way of asking you to marry me.”

“Why?”

“Because,” Chester laughed, not unkindly, “I’d like you to be my wife.”

“Again, why?”

“Artemis, you are one of the most interesting and impressive people I’ve ever met. The things you’ve overcome, what you’ve achieved in spite of what you’ve had to face… It’s extraordinary,” said Chester. He smiled and looked at Artemis with an earnest expression in his always tired-looking eyes. “I know that you have been let down in the past and that you’re afraid of being let down again, and I want you to know that you don’t have to be afraid anymore. I’m committed to you, and to us. You can trust me.”

Artemis swallowed hard. She didn’t think that she was afraid. Was she? She didn’t feel afraid. But she could trust Chester, she knew that much, she could see that he was being honest from the look in his eyes. She was the dishonest one.

“I told them I wanted it,” she said quietly. Chester frowned.

“What?”

“The curse-breaking job. I’ve already accepted it.”

“You’ve already accepted it,” Chester repeated her words. He withdrew his grandmother’s ring from her, ever so slightly. “Were you not planning on talking that decision through with me first?”

“I talked about it just now.”

“A little too late when you’ve already accepted the position.”

“I didn’t know if they’d wait, and I really wanted it. It’ll be good for me.”

“What about what’s good for us?” 

Chester’s question went unanswered. Artemis looked out of the window.

“I thought you’d be happy for me,” she almost whispered, and she heard him sigh.

“Of course I’m happy for you, I just wish that you’d discussed this with me before making a decision,” he told her. “This affects both of us, especially now that we’re getting married.”

He looked pointedly at the ring that was still in his hands and not yet on Artemis’ finger. She raised one eyebrow at him.

“I haven’t said yes yet.”

“No, but you will,” Chester replied. He chuckled, but his voice was confident and self-assured, as if he were telling Artemis rather than asking her. She stiffened slightly, and as she did, so did Chester. His smile faded. “Won’t you?” 

Artemis pursed her lips and looked at the ring sparkling in the candlelight until Chester closed the box so that it snapped shut. He rubbed his jawline with one hand.

“Ah. Right,” he said. “I feel like an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot. You’re really clever.”

“And yet I completely misjudged this.”

The expression on Chester’s face was one of mingled disappointment, surprise, embarrassment, and hurt. Artemis shook her head.

“It’s just a big decision, that’s all,” she told him, trying her hardest to undo the damage she had done. “You’re always talking about thinking things through before making big decisions.”

“I think if you need to think this through, then your decision is pretty evident,” said Chester. He let out a quiet but harsh-sounding laugh. “This is so humiliating.”

“Hardly. It’s only us that knows…” Artemis’ voice tailed off, realising from the look on Chester’s face that this wasn’t true. “Molly knew. You told Molly.”

“She heard me talking about it to Bill and Arthur.”

“Why were you talking to Bill and Arthur?”

“Because I was asking for their permission to ask you.”

“What? Why would you do that?”

“Well, in most cases you’d ask someone’s father or older brother,” explained Chester. “I could hardly do that, so instead I had to go for the other options. Bill, Arthur, Kingsley, your uncle…”

“Wait,” Artemis wrinkled her nose. “You asked all of them and never even thought to ask me-”

“I asked you just now.”

“Bit too late when you’ve already gone and got your grandmother’s ring out,” Artemis half-snapped. “Did you ever even bother to think about what I wanted?”

Chester blinked. “I thought that you wanted this.”

“What do you mean, this?” Artemis asked, her irritation growing by the second. “Sitting in a nice restaurant and wearing someone else’s ring on my finger and working in an office under the ground? Having boring dinner parties and talking about politics like it’s just interesting and clever and not something that actually affects people and-”

“Having some sort of security and a real family after years of struggling on your own and having been abandoned by everyone,” Chester corrected her. “I thought you would want that.”

“Well, you thought wrong,” Artemis replied. “And not everyone has abandoned me, either.”

“Don’t act like you don’t understand what I mean,” said Chester coolly.

“You’re the one who doesn’t understand.”

“What don’t I understand, Artemis?”

“Me.” Artemis raised her eyebrows. At last, she understood. “I thought that it was all my fault because I didn’t tell you everything, but even now… I make my own decision, and you say we should make that decision together because it involves both of us, but then you go and make decisions for me. Not even with me, because you ask Bill and Kingsley, and… You think you know what I want, but you don’t know me, and it’s not my fault, it’s just... You don’t understand me even one bit.”

“No,” said Chester, and he looked at Artemis as if he were seeing her properly for the first time. “I don’t think I do.”

There was nothing left to say. The two of them fell silent, while outside, the string quartet continued to play, their notes long and drawn out and mournful, as if they knew that something was about to die.

[mahimahi713]

So I can alnowledge the things Sam did wrong in the show. I still think it’s shitty writing. But regardless, there’s other fictional characters out there who are just shitty in obvious ways that do get a lot of love. They still get hate, don’t get me wrong. But they’re still popular overall.

Jade from Victorious

Gina from Brooklyn99

Sam from iCarly (though she did get better)

That being said, she’s 14 and you better believe your asses that I’m going to make her go through growth and maturation when she’s older. Like. That’s a thing. People grow and mature.

She was also made in the era of “I’m not like other girls” being popular.

So without Further ado, I give you my Sam, the superior Sam, who is a better person because she’s older now.

So this growth starts happening late high school. Ida sees Sam acting a fool and calls her out on her shit. She highlights that hey, you know, these things aren’t okay.

This isn’t to say that Sam wouldn’t mature if it wasn’t for Ida, but she speeds it up.

As is natural, Sam’s also starting to become more mature and realize the things she did wrong on her own.

She decides while she won’t flaunt her wealth, she won’t go out of her way to hide it. Though I do get why she would, tbh.

She’s long since accepted that not everyone is going to be vegan or vegetarian, but, a salad bar and decent vegetarian options should be offered and the food over all, should be better. Better quality. No one wants steamed or boiled veggies from a can. But frozen is fine. And roast and stir fry/sautéed veggies are very tasty. There’s a really nice salad bar.

Sam stops being vegan, and instead is simply vegetarian and she becomes more conscious of the choices she makes. She’s wealthy so she’s able to, for the most part, avoid predicts that employ shady labor practices or sweatshop labor. It can’t be don’t for everything but it can be don’t for a good chunk of the stuff she buys. But she acknowledge that it is a luxury to do so. Food comes from reputable sources. She loves farmers markets and she likes milk and dairy products from reputable dairy farms. But just because she does those things, she doesn’t force it on others.

Maybe Turkey Hill isn’t so ideal with its milk and other sources. But they sell Tucker’s favorite flavor, so she will get it for him.

Danny’s favorite clothing brand is made in Asian nations but. They’re quality and he likes them so she will get them for him when she gets him gifts. These are just a couple examples.

Sam embraces more colors into her wardrobe.

Listen. We see Sam at age 14 and there’s plenty of former alt kids who hated pink as teens but love it as adults and who become “girly girls”

But I prefer Sam to lean more towards the alt stiff even as an adult. But she wears reds, greens, blows, purples.

While she’s not gonna do pinks and pastels, her wardrobe is more mainstream. But she will still rock sone doc martens and vans and converse. But those are still pretty main stream.

She becomes really kind overall. She volunteers and is charitable.

She even apologizes where it’s due.

She’s just a much better person as an adult.

She’s got her flaws though.

She’s short but thinks she’s not. She thinks she’s almost as tall as Danny and Tucker but. She’s not.

She can take losing just fine. Maybe a bit grumpy. But she’s a sore winner. She will GLOAT. And gloat. And gloat.

She can be really stubborn.

She gets Hangry and when she is it’s. Not okay.

She swears. Lots.

She can be too sarcastic.

She will put herself into situations that Danny or Tucker need to save her from.

She gets sick but refuses to acknowledge it and doesn’t think she’s sick, but if anyone she cares about has the Same symptoms, she says they’re sick and gets angry when they say they aren’t.

She can also be snobby with things. Like, she won’t treat others poorly because of it. But like. She’ll become against at the suggestion of buying say…Prego or Ragu instead of homemade or some fancy brand.

She has high standards, and that’s fair but like. She doesn’t need to be offended if Tucker suggests she buy a not as good brand.

She can be high maintenance. She won’t travel economy. She won’t do it.

She has to sanitize public toilet seats and put the cover on. She won’t touch the gas pump with bare hands, she’ll use a tissue.

She’s not a germaphobe, but she knows people can be nasty.

She has a multi step skincare routine for morning and night.

She has to have fresh smelling breath and smell good always.

She always has to be well groomed.

She takes long showers. But does turn off the water while lathering and all that but still, they’re v long.

Edit to add: Sam embraces all these things “I’m not other girls/pick me girls” reject.

She loves spa days and skincare and pampering herself.

She loves heals.

She loves dresses and skirts.

She enjoys the ballet and opera.

She loves singers like Ke$ha and Britney Spears.

She loves makeup. But don’t get me wrong. She also is just as happy and confident barefaced. Which she is most of the time.

She loves loves LOVES getting all dressed up.

She loves flowers

She likes all genres of music. Not just rock and alternative. She’s even got sone country she likes.

Sam and her dad bond over Jazz music

[cleviation]

Rises the moon

The cool wind breeze blows against my skin. I look around, green grass fields surrounding me. I see a hill in the distance with a singular tree in its center. I walk towards it. I can hear the whisper of the air around me but I pay no attention to it. I reach the hill and sit under the tree. The journey here made me a bit tired. I don’t know why I feel so calm, I have no idea where I am, nor how I got here. I look at my surroundings once more, trying to get my thoughts on track. I see nothing but endless green seas of grass. There's some sort of comforting feeling that goes over me as I look into the distance. It's as if I feel happy being in an isolated place like this; It’s like I wanted to be here. I let out a deep sigh, not because I feel a bit scared.. but because I feel like I can finally breathe. It’s so refreshing when the only sounds you can hear is the swaying of the grass against each other. No one is with me and there is no more noise, no more tiny voices in my head; I am free. Although all my life I've claimed that I can’t survive without companionship, There would be moments where I would wish I could go somewhere quiet and isolated. The busy noise of life can be overwhelming, and sometimes I can’t handle it anymore. The sounds of people talking, the honking of cars, the noisy steps of people walking; All are becoming too much. 

  For a moment a thought slipped into my mind. Why don’t I just stay here? I have absolutely no idea how I got here so I probably would not be able to go back as well… The faces of my friends slip into my head. I can’t believe I forgot about them. It’s true that they are very dear to me, which is why I became hesitant about my choice to stay here. What will happen to them? Will they be alright? Will they notice I’m gone? Will they look for me? Will they… still remember me? Countless questions appear in my head as I recount my memories with my beloved friends. I go back to when I first met them, I was nervous as I was afraid they might not like me. It’s so funny thinking about it now that we’re closer than before and now that I know they would never judge me, I was able to be my true self whenever I was with them. Another memory slips into my head, meeting new friends and adding them to our group. I was so happy seeing how our group has gotten more people in it. Even before school started I was already planning on befriending people not just because I wanted more friends, but I also wanted to help my current friends find people who are like them or share the same interests as them. I would daydream about going around the classroom and asking people what their certain interests are, and if I found a match for either one of my friends I would call them over. Seeing them talk and create new friends made me happy. It might seem creepy but I was genuinely happy for them. Even though I wasn’t able to find people with the same interests as them I was still able to find people where they could comfortably talk to. I am glad they got along with our new friends. During the period when we all were still a bit awkward with each other, I was worried that I might make some of us feel left out, so I tried my absolute best to make sure I talked to everyone. It was so serious for me that I would get sad if I felt like I didn’t talk a lot with one of them. This worry probably stems from my experience when I was new here. I was at my lowest during that time; Trying to fit into a new group of people while slowly losing my connection with my old group of friends. I didn’t have anyone to talk to during these days, I could only sob loudly in front of my mother who was no help. A social person like me suddenly being put in a situation where I have no one to talk to broke me. It might seem like I was throwing a tantrum because no one talked to me but I needed someone to talk to. Even if it was just small talk I would be so happy I talked to someone. I didn’t want anyone to go through that deep feeling of aloneness. Even  though I know everyone has different experiences, I just wanted to make it clear to my new friends that they could talk to me whenever they wanted. Other memories pass through my head. I am still on top of the hill, and I still haven’t decided if I want to stay or go back to my dear friends. The sun starts to set and I am still in the same position I was in earlier. Many ideas are in my head and I’ve just been trying to decide on my choice. Comforting loneliness or Irreplaceable Happiness. I watch the pink hues in the sky appear as the sun slowly sinks into the void.

  The moon rises. The pink hues in the sky no more. I look straight into the moon as I finally choose what to do. I’ve thought about it deeply and; I choose to stay here. I know that I'm sacrificing my relationships and the source of my happiness, but... I’m just too tired now. Even though I have my friends with me to support me, I still have many worries and problems I need to face on my own. I don’t want to face them anymore. It’s too much for me. I still feel sad about leaving my friends, but I want to be selfish for just this once. To everything and every one of my problems; I hope you will never find me again and I can finally be at peace. To my friends... I’m sorry. 

  I could feel my eyes drooping as the night grew. I can finally rest. I let out one last breath before surrendering into slumber beneath the tree, as the moon watched me.

[sonknuxadow]

why does sonic prime talk like everyone has lived in green hill zone this whole time.. sure sonic is seen there a lot, but hes never been stated to LIVE there.. neither have any of the characters that were seen there in the show as far as i know. like i can believe tails having a workshop set up in green hill but i Cant believe knuckles and big who are already established to live in other places live in green hill. and people keep saying sonic prime is supposed to be canon to the games and thats literally the only reason this is bugging me if sonic prime is really supposed to be set in the game universe why would they do this. i know restricting it to green hill is probably to save time and money but surely they could have come up with other excuses for the characters being in green hill a lot that arent just. saying everybody lives there when they dont

[psych---ologically-deranged]

psych 2x13 lights camera homicidio

Steve franks, chris henze, kelly kulchak, andy berman, james roday rodriguez, dule hill

Too many people, but at least most of them have distinct voices

Again with the names. Doing voices I can't hear who they are, & not getting their voices, I'll have a harder time telling who is whom.

Three weeks? Matt Shakman.

The team!

Ppl in costumes in this one shot

Production offices in vancouver babey!

Is it funnier to say guys dressed as toast & then see it, or see it & then say it? Why was it SO important?

Well done Dulé

Smallest waist on a man ever born. 23/43 /j

"Roday could not keep serious whenever Matt would speak in this scene"

SF: Great opportunity for James to ~exploit~ his latin [american] roots JRr: It was man, I was appreciative. I had a blast. Thanks Andy. AB: You are welcome. JRr: My father got a kick out of this too. DH: Did he? JRr: He hasn't heard me speak spanish since I was 4 or 5

"Help me please, whoever you are" JRr: Hey man, say this

Gus was initially supposed to be waiting in a hopsital room to deliver some product, & he was watching tv live, & he sees the stabbing. He was supposed to be in an argument with the woman next to him on whether this guy would cheat. Gus was supposed to say "He'll pay for it. one day he'll die" & then this guy was supposed to be wheeled in on a hospital bed.

*punches shawn in the boob* SS: *falls clutching himself* That was too hard

THE SPANISH THEME SONG

SF: I took no spanish whatsoever. I took french.

Gama Lobo, named after Tony Gama Lobo

SF: When I was in kindergarten, I had a friend down the street named PJ, & one day he just moved away. PJ, if you're wathing this, what the heck happened to you man? That's not how friends treat each other, not even telling me! AB: I'd like to take this opportunity to propose to my girlfriend AB: ... When I actually have that girlfriend SF: Andy, you should be on one knee AB: Should I put my pants back on?

DH: My aunt Tit. She's from jamaica. Her real name is Lavender Gooms.

Uncle Penis, Cousin Placenta, what is wrong with these people?

Was supposed to be another female detective. (Wow she was rude. Juliet was offering her assistance in, say, maybe getting to know the layout, maybe remembering people's names, not writing your own name here & now.)

SS: *would eat meatballs from the trash* Like a jackal salivates for a wounded possum

CH *sneezing attack*

Different kind of Shawn Vision

Adam & John, good music!

Their sound stage is that green one on the screen

JRr: The hardest I got Dulé all season. ...to break. I wish I got to see the extended scene, hip movements, DH breaking character, I wish.

Poor JRr got sick.

Lol the palm trees.

Ooh the dress from weekend warriors.

*actually does smell the dream*

Because they film things out of order, you can see JRr still has some chad makeup on him

Kelly *creeped out that the director pulls shawn's shirt open*

This was ACTUALLY their rops trailer.

*everyone watching DH react to seeing the ep for the first time*

That flier is for their DP's birthday party

That trailer there is DH's, fun fact "I'm only in my trailer all the time when it's cold!"

"We've done nothing but ridicule you for the past three commentaries"

verybody watches this show except for lassiter.

Juliet becoming a child when she's excited. I love.

KK: I'm so glad that you spoke fluent spanish for this JRr: My spanish was... a little rough. *strangled sounding* I know what you mean buddy, my french is so rusty. KK: Aren't you sick? Are you kissing people? JRr: There's not a whole lot of lip touching in there

SF: A lot of people don't know this but the way Shawn's hair is in the episode is actually how James wears his hair in real life KK: Always the blow dried little flip right in the front JRr: Finally I get to do it normal style SF: Are those artificial side burns? JRr: I believe those are my own side burns SF: My mom's favourite line was that you learned all your spanish from Charles on The Love Letter (my deaf ass unable to hear what he's saying) SF: Her favourite episode is Cloudy Chance of Murder, Andy Berman JRr: I had a blast on that episode

Good old Hornstock

"You're like a little bag of granola"

*the board behind them filled with "bad" ideas*

Love Henry seeing Shawn on the tv

Same bed from Black & Tan

I can't hear a word they're saying

Juliet is asking how they got on the friends & family list bc she's trying to make a friend

KK is right, why doesn't Juliet want to be friends with the other female officers

I love it when they don't talk just watch & laugh

Network: He couldn't have read five years worth of scripts (in this amount of time) & remembered that line, & where it came from KK: He's just a good detective

"thumper" ok bestie

I like how they reference the fact that Shawn has been in jail

*puts up his hand & shares a nod*

Her desk is just... at the bottom of the stairs

CH (tho it might be AB): If you listen closely, you might hear me staring at Kelly right now. Thousand click stare

"20 degrees & raining, but that's santa barbara" Me: Do you mean it's a hot rain? (where I come from, rain is cold, I was shocked when my friend from the USA said she was able to wear shorts in the rain.) Do you alternatively mean that it is cold bc you are using fahrenheit not celsius & it's a joke aboutvancouver not being santa barbara? "& James is very sick at this point"

they have indeed mentioned the turkey stuffing sandwiches by Kelly in Craft Services on the commentaries before

DH: There's James Roday's car JRr: Actually that's my best friend Todd's. They named the Harthin's house after that guy

*Takes a picture with a family. They don't know who he is.*

CH: If you ever meet Dule on set, he's walking around with those tissues in his collar

People need to work on literacy. Understanding the difference between fiction & reality is not inherent like some people claim, it is a very simple skill that people need to have.

I forgot that henry said he is not one of shawn's/chad's fans, "I barely even like you" like girl, my man is blurring the lines between fiction & reality & saying this to his son, wow, wowww. I mean, when my older brother introduced me to psych he did say his dad traumatized him into being a good detective. First ever shot I saw was of shawn & henry & I said "I thought they were estranged"

"I want your baby!" 'I don't have any female fans?' I mean

*playing cats cradle*

"Ceramic mug?"

Love it every time they share a phone to talk to the prisoner

Editing the episode, making sure there are subtitles for when anyone speaks spanish & even when not.

Penny, just tell Juliet you feel like she is suffocating you, or tell the chief & say "This person is harassing me. Make it stop before I file a charge." Like, girl. Juliet, go say sorry instead of trying to continue making a friend. (Tho tbh looking at how Juliet is... I could see Penny getting weird vibes. It's the adhd & lack of social understanding.)

We ARE friends we just can't BE friends

She literally didn't ask tho.

the pencil there lol

"Wow" in captions XD

*the most unflattering pose ever*

the chair by Lassiter: Crystal Ball Henze

I love it love it when they stop the commentary to just watch the show

cue cards disappearing

high school spanish comes back to haunt him

"her heart is too big for her chest" *ppl look at her... heavy chest*

Oh all the inside jokes I don't get

His pillow his ricking pillow the pillow on his lap

Good job selling the depth of the well

His spanish XD

Great job