#i meannnnn rip

[lovelornnobodyknows]

i just realized that around this time of the month, 15 years ago, i made my first tumblr blog 🥲🥲🥲🥲 what the fuck bro

[trendfag]

im so happy i decided to watch on my computer and not my phone this week for this lipsync

[writing-whump]

Don't forget to breathe

The end of vacation and other things. Very angsty talk between Seline and Isaiah.

"Alright, Sel, I know my awesome broad shoulder is very fun to lean on, but get off."

Seline grumbled at Dylan, closing her eyes even harder. "Don't be meannnnn..."

"This is me being the nicest I can," Dylan assured her, twitching under her head. "You are heavy. Please, get off."

Seline rolled her eyes and complied, rolling off Dylan who was playing Playstation on the tv in his and Rip's apartment in Bulgaria. And her head sank right back onto the couch.

Dylan jumped right up as if it had really only been her weight keeping him down the past hour and started to dramatically rampage through his cupboard for clothes. The Slovak playlist he put on during the game still played in the backround.

Dylan finally selected a shirt and shorts, styling his hair in the mirror. "You sure you are not coming? It's the last day. Plus we got exciting guests and all. Goodbye wolf party!"

Seline scoffed at the way his ironic tone morphed into genuine enthusiasm at the end. "Wolf party? No, thanks."

Dylan gave her meaningful looks, probably wanting to lock the place up and go—they were meeting with Rip after the training right at the beach at sunset, when the people were leaving, so they could do some running together.

When Seline refused to move, her brother shrugged and left the key with her inside the door as he left. Whistling as he went, just like their dad. It made a corner of her lips lift up.

The holiday month turned out to be incredibly difficult. Seline had not realized how much until Shawn and Lilian really drove it home for her.

She loved this place. She loved the sea and the magic and the beaches and the concerns of what cool restaurant where they going to eat next or what book she should try out.

So why was being here with her pack, her best friends, her boyfriend so freaking exhausting?

The constant consideration she had to put into her hair, her outfit, the swimsuits. The way she would watch out for Isaiah and his healing process showing up, only to find him being with Matthew rather than with her, when he felt off or tired. Or the way Isaiah wouldn't spar with Hector or the way everyone talked about Rip, but nobody talked with Rip for some reason.

This was all...normal, in a sense. She was used to it from home. But it didn't register until she met Shawn. Or rather, until she met the version of Isaiah around Shawn.

He was a completely different person. He got teased and teased back. He smiled like a little kid. Shawn managed to pull him into silly quests and contests that she would think Isaiah too serious and mature to engage in.

She could see the way Isaiah relaxed around him. This wasn't just trust, this wasn't the forced performative whatever he had with her. He allowed himself to be silly. Was it all Shawn's personality? Did Isaiah simply do his personality mirroring thing, fitting in with how Shawn was?

Seline couldn't really fault Shawn either. She didn't entirely trust him, he was powerful and knowledgable, but he was just so easygoing. Casual. Natural. She didn't feel the need to perform in front of him like in front of Isaiah. And her boyfriend seemed to share the sentiment.

Or maybe it was Lilian's fault. Lilian, Levi's child. The legendary Executioner's youngest daughter. The talented young witch, the whole city, was apparently fighting for like a prize that would determine their standing and power.

Lilian, who waltzed right into her room, gave her a scornful one-over and decided Seline wasn't worthy of Isaiah's position.

And Seline didn't even know why. Because of Isaiah's shadow? Because of his Executioner position, he was in such a denial about? Because of what she was missing in the traditional witch education? What was it?

Lilian and Shawn were like from a different world. Rip sometimes also had those surprised glances, like he wasn't sure if her and Matt weren't joking about something, but those two were the real deal. This was the world of wolves, hierarchy and pack dynamics. Stuff that she and Dylan had no ideas about, that Matt got kicked out from.

All the things that Isaiah could patronizingly forgive them for not knowing. Wasn't it weird they were the people he surrounded himself with? Exactly her, Matt and Dylan? And now Rip, who didn't really have anywhere to go?

Things have become a lot clearer in the past few days since their visit. They were not more difficult, just more obvious why they were difficult.

No, she wasn't going to the goodbye party on the beach.

...

She waited on the balcony of her room. Matthew went with Dylan and Rip to watch the Deadpool 3 opening dance that Dylan had been practicing and the rest of the pairs went to their own places.

It couldn't have been better if she planned it.

Isaiah came into the dim room, squinting at her. "Why are the lights out? You okay?"

Seline threw her leg over the other, leaning back in the chair.

"Why didn't you want to come? I texted you."

Her phone was on the table in front of her. Yes, it vibrated a couple of times. Isaiah texted her, like a good boyfriend should. Being concerned. Being interested. She shook her head in disgust. "I'm tired."

"Too many people, huh? You needed the time for yourself, I get it," Isaiah added softly, joining her on the balcony to brace against the railing.

She hesitated. "No. I'm tired of this, Isaiah."

"Of what?"

"I'm so tired of being the one with the least points."

The sentence hung between them stiffly.

Isaiah turned around, hands still on the railing to keep up, frowning at her. "If you mean the stuff Lilian told you, it's no matter-"

"No. Yes. It's many things." She lifted her eyes at him. "Who exactly is Shawn to you? How can he just come over and be this friendly and close, when we have never heard about him before?"

Isaiah looked a bit uncomfortable, but the stoic mask was slipping into place. He already took her as the adversary in the conversation. "He is abroad a lot. There wasn't much to tell."

"I thought wolves didn't touch each other outside the pack. That they were sensitive about people they trusted."

"Yes-"

"Which means you are not strangers. You even seem to be particularly close." Closer than with me. But that was it, wasn't it? They were supposed to be close, cause they were dating. He should be holding her hand and she should be hearing about his problems first. He should care for her when she was sad and she should be there for him, when he was sick.

They were playing their roles so well.

Isaiah chuckled, but there was something choked up about it. "Don't tell me you are jealous of Shawn?"

Oh, I'm jealous of everyone. I'm jealous of every time you lean on Matt instead of me. I'm jealous you train with Rip. I'm jealous you are so concerned with Hector. I'm jealous you can melt up like that around Shawn. I'm jealous you and Lilian can talk about stuff I have no idea about. I can't join the conversation.

The whole summer, it felt like she was constantly waiting. Waiting for him to look at her, to make time for her. To be judged worthy of his attention, pretty enough to be his girlfriend, capable enough to be his witch, representative enough around his brothers.

It was so so tiring.

"I don't understand what's wrong," Isaiah said after another pause. But he didn't meet her eyes.

"Rationally? Logically? Nothing. We are the perfect match. We have enough similar interests, we find each other intellectually stimulating. You needed a witch and I needed a wolf. We respect and admire each other for our academic achievements and interests. It's so sensible."

"So what? We can only love each other if it's illogical? Aren't those good things?"

"They are. Except I don't feel anything. I'm just exhausted." She rubbed her face with her hands. "Why are we doing this again?"

Isaiah winced in alarm. "Sel. I don't- I don't understand what you mean. If this is about the point thing, I wanted to talk to you about it. I don't see the point-"

She burst into a laugh despite herself. The point of points?

"The points help me keep track, Isaiah. They help me analyze the situation." Seline threw her hair back from her face, catching his eyes glittering in the moonlight. "You want to know what I found out? You surround yourself with people with minimal points compared to yourself."

Isaiah stared at her wordlessly, mouth open.

"You feel like you got too much power. That it's underserved, all this natural strength and all that exclusive training and the pain that made it possible. You feel unworthy of the position of Executioner, maybe even look down on it to feel morally above it. At the same time, that power over others that you so gracefully deny is the main source of your sense of worth."

She smiled at him regretfully. "You feel defective. To make up for it, you need to feel superior to everyone around you."

Isaiah still stared at her. She had never seen such an empty expression on his face.

"To Matt with his control. To me, because I'm an outsider to the shadow wolves world. With Dylan, the same applies. With Rip, it's back to control again." She leaned back and wrapped her hands around her chest to hide how much they were shaking. Her insides were brewing with unease too outside of her control. "I realized when I watched you talk with Shawn and Lilian. An entirely different world out there we have no idea about. And you are one of it's most powerful players. So why exactly are you here with us, pretending it doesn't matter?"

Isaiah gripped the railing harder, the muscles rippling under the pale skin on his hands.

"At the same time, you aren't relaxing. You are tense. You always have to be the leader, the expert. I don't think I have ever seen you...with your guard down like that until now. Just having fun. Not teaching or leading or making yourself into an example of control. Not the way you are with Shawn... Because he is an equal to you."

The way we are not. That I'm not.

"In the end maybe the fault lies with me. We are too similar." She got up from the chair to lean against the railing with her legs. Overlooking the sea, while Isaiah faced the other direction.

"I too, need to feel superior around my friends. At the same time, I cherish having found an equal in-the-brain sort of sense. I enjoy your thoughts very much. But I'm tired of being one of those you keep around to feel better about yourself." She blinked back the tears in her eyes. "Call me too arrogant, but I can't take feeling like trash around you."

They were trapped. They were trapped in this performative dance of care and emotion, which might as well have been rationalization, convenience, and admiration. Maybe he respected her in that thinking sense as well, but she was so underneath him in the shadow expertise, the pack relationships, heck, even the understanding of what an Executioner actually was.

Am I talking too long again? Does my hair look alright in this wind? Why don't you look at me so I know I didn't style it in vain?

It probably wasn't Isaiah's fault she could hear her mother talking in such moments. They want pretty and attractive. You have to show them. They care through their eyes. It's only going to be worse from now on, you will get worse and they will have marriages and kids. You wasted your most beautiful years already.

Seline squeezed her eyes. She was so tired of hearing this every time she was around him. She was just so tired.

When she turned to leave, he didn't call after her.

He didn't stop her at all.

[spinecurlingmice]

I LOVEEEEE YOUR GARDENING HAJIME CONCEPT...I love the idea of him doing this mundane thing. Realizing that he Does make a difference in things and that he doesn't need talent to do that. Growing his classmate's favorite plants and giving them to everyone on account of his gift giving swag. A garden that is uniquely his own, a future that is uniquely his own. Etc etc

I've also played with the idea of Komaeda getting into gardening post canon and I like thinking about him getting a bit upset because some of his plants are dying (luck n all that) but Hajime's able to help bring them back to life. They can help each other like that and idk it's sweet and niceys

STOPPP THANK U. hajime gardener got to me by a . little sweet spot of softness that shows it's kinda obvious what kinds of fluffier toned fics i like most.. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/15972851/chapters/37257605) outs myself for loving little small towns so much. squeaks.. it's very good there's So much gardener haji content here.

THIS IS SO. "Realizing that he Does make a difference in things and that he doesn't need talent to do that." okay. killed me in my bedroom dead. this iss soooo.. yesss.. i feel like hajime has the invisible curse from 1) my kinda semi canon but mostly headcanon of his homelife being incredibly neglectful, and being 2) a reserve coursie as a teen. so he feels like nothing he does matters, or has any impact on other people or the world. to see him grow life, up from the roots, with his own care and his own Hands. his own work. grew. gave birth to something. alive and real? that they live because he wanted them too.. strikes his ego like a matchstick with a much needed flare of self confidence. u DO matter hajime WAKE UP! ughhh him giving people their fav fucking flowers this is eating me :( yea he would. hajime and his gift giving love language my GOD. a little sweet bouquet . ughh.. watching them slowly sprout in pots, in planters, in free spots of the island near their cottages, anywhere hajime can put a fucking seed and make it live he will. just to give it. jsut to remind the others he cares.... ugh. hajime and his 14(rip chiaki) best friends qop

also true!!!! komaeda gardener is so nice. them Both liking plants makes me heheheheeeeeeee.... komahina is a walking fucking tragedy but when theyre domestic it gets me all squirmy what do you meannnnn what do you meannnn they have a shared garden. UGH... hajime helping to revive the dead ones. UGH. komaeda's luck accidentally making the hose unexpectantly flood os he just drowns the shit out of hislittle baby monstada. :( eek. hajime helps him propagate some others. it's okay.... . garden. fingers in dirt. theyll live, look at those roots for something so tiny. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[madridfangirl]

Imagine Ananya & Roma are both doing Galentine’s despite having boyfriends, they wanted to something as besties. So imagine Ananya find these cute pink sets and it’s not lingerie but it’s got some lace and perhaps lingerie-inspired and Ananya sends a message to Roma “shall I order us both a set? These are so cute!” But actually she accidentally sent it to Jude instead and Jude is confused by her asking to order a set for both of them. He’s messaging her like “You should you order yourself two pairs because I’m gonna probably rip the first one when I see you in it.” “Sorry baby, i meant to send it to Roma. We’re doing Galentine’s together and we’re wearing matching pj sets. That’s why I asked her.” “Just you & Roma? You can’t invite anyone else?” “Absolutely not! We invited our other friends but they can’t make it, so it’s just us. It’s gonna be only a girls night! No boys!” “You’re so meannnnn.” Jude is jealous because he wants to see his girlfriend in that cute pj set. “Sorry bubba, I promise to send you pics. & don’t worry I’ve got something special planned for us. Also I’m gonna wear something special too, I’ll give you a hint - it’s red, lacy & a lot more revealing. Very much to your taste. And I’ll make sure to order two.” That fixes his mood as he sends her a selfie of himself with his usual cheerful Jude smile.

😘

[kitkat13001]

I love the perks of being a wallflower but that part™️ gets me every time and I actually cannot rewatch it without ripping my eyes out............ 😭

🙂‍↕️ …it’s the way it could be SO many different parts toke which one do you meannnnn 😩 i mean i referenced the post-prom scene in “blue hair” w the photo n all but there’s sooooo many scenes in that movie that break me 😩😩😩

my comfort movie i rewatch it every year on my birthday it’s genuinely my favorite movie everrrrr i could give a FULL in depth analysis about this movie it’s that good

[sometimesanalice]

sleepover weekend (im back wooo!)

fmk: bradley bradshaw, jake seresin, & bob floyd!!

Ollie is back! 🎉🎉🎉 The sleepover party is still going! (This was a popular fmk I got another one just like it after you sent this one in!)

I feel like the answer to this changes depending on my mood, lmao.

Today’s answer!

Kill: Jake Seresin 🤠 (sorry to the blond man but rip)

Fuck: Bob Floyd (I would like to find out if he’s as good at running his mouth as he is throwing sass in the movie 💁🏼‍♀️)

Marry: Bradley Bradshaw (there was no way I wasn’t going to fall for that pretty man with the curly brown hair)

I meannnnn…. 🥰

Let’s have a sleepover!

[crossover-enthusiast]

....I meannnnn.. I can ask Hermes if he can make you obsessed since you just said 'rip' at him calling me cringe and apparently found it funny 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄/nsrs/j

HAHAHA

NO!! PLEASE!!! /silly

[fortunefavorsthebrave-dude]

opla thots through eppie 5 so my brain don't explode:

i'm actually very pleasantly surprised. largely the stuff that is bad is stuff i expected and a lot of things are much better than i expected so like helleth yes we win

kobyyyyyyy perfect 100% i get why they're tying the marines in more for story purposes and idc honestly bc i get to see koby

helmeppo also good tho i could have done without seeing his full cheeks

as a fan there are a lot of small moments that really don't impact the overall story much but i did miss. like toppling the morgan statue. or sanji being present for the mihawk fight to see that devotion to a dream that motivates him to get on the sea. or the catboy being changed to a catgirl that one made me mad. but again does not affect the overall thing so w/e.

casting is so stupid spot on perfect and i've been saying that the whole time but good lord every new character is so insanely good

that said. they really desexied benn beckman. rip king.

why are luffy and usopp the only characters allowed to be fun. where is weird fun hardass grandpa garp. where is any major zoro dumbass moment. he's had a few but we can do better. oh my god i just realized jango wasn't here WHERE IS HE FUCK YOU. THE MENTION OF MIRRORBALL ISLAND IS NOT ENOUGH.

they did largely forget one piece is a comedy which i literally voiced as a worry out loud with my human mouth like an hour before i started watching. pain.

the design is largely extremely good. the costumes fuck every single time. cgi looks better than expected so i'm pretty pleased.

that said. the fishmen look like fucking dogshit i cannot take them seriously. i appreciate that they're using practical effects but my god they're so so so bad just for the fishmen.

on the other hand. enamored with the dendenmushi. they're real and they're vile and i want one soooooo bad

impressed that luffy's fx don't look way worse the only one i think looks bad is balloon and that's. tough.

kuro was very good what a little freak

buggy was. fine. i didn't love him like everyone else seems too i just think they took him in the wrong direction a touch

mihawk looks so good but i hate his accent he sounds bizarre to me

lotta brits in here i was not expecting. not the worst but like. huh.

i keep seeing folks in the tag praising the colors and how it's not dark and muddy and i don't think we were watching the same show. the clothes pop and sometimes they'll light a scene but any scene in the dark even a little bit is so washed out and bad looking it's got that netflix stank all over it like most of the circus tent and garp's ship and the final syrup village fight are dark jumbles

also why did we need two goddamn episodes for syrup village. that seems excessive. i feel like they could have cut things differently and ended up with more time for like. actual adaptation stuff.

zoro crying on the dock was so perfect no notes iconic moment

i did tear up when sanji first appeared so. there is that.

also when zoro one handed lifts that big safe. okay king!

zoro is too smart also in ways that he shouldn't be it's bothering me so much. like when he translates usopp's big wordy bullshit he does not know what those words meannnnn

that said. which way is port. it's to the left. ah okay. stands there and does nothing because he doesn't know which way left is either. also gets lost on his way to a house that's ten feet away and visible. more of this we need more of this so bad.

easter eggs so good so fun. cavendish wanted poster. island of weird animals in the end credits. certainly more i didn't catch. mwah we love it.

dialogue sucks shit also the worst element of the show is by far the writing where like the plot is fine the way they rearranged things doesn't bother me if i wanted the exact story in order i'd read it again but the actual lines they write are mostly so stupid bad and generic. every so often they hit on a good one but it's generally lifted straight from the manga.

they didn't even get gold roger's speech right. he didn't say he left it all in one piece. that's the fucking. it's the whole thing of it innit.

oh i need to mention cabaji specifically weird they gave him so much focus and backstory but he looked PERFECT i was hollering

i miss reggie tho

usopp asking a gay man and an aroace man if they think a girl likes him. they do not know bro.

also i love every shipper being like WE WON listen man i'm a shipper too and the only folks who won were the usokaya hets out there everything else is just as canon as it's always been (read: not even a little bit lmao)

now that said. opla usolu is Something which is wild bc i have never once been on this train but it hits different. not enough to make me abandon aroace luffy but still.

okay one more thing. zoro being in the stocks for 0.5 seconds to keep his job that he abandons immediately anyway instead of being there for weeks in exchange for the safety of a little girl sucks. it takes away so much of his character and feels like such a critical misstep to me but i'm also the zoro guy so idk.

anyway. overall very excited to finish the season and hoping we get more. it's surpassed my (admittedly low) expectations despite my issues with it and it's worth sticking with for sure.

[star-my]

Fuck Kim Taehyung for being so right all the time.: I love OC and Tae's f(r)iendship

Moving toward him, you try not to take in the looped recording too much to preserve that privacy he wanted.: gurl he does not mind, trust

“I’m not like this with just anyone.”: sajgs aklgbaj;db;ka

The power of your obnoxious alarm.: *looks at Over the Horizon (prod. SUGA of BTS)* *looks at OC* i'm sure it's fine

“Choke me.”: huehueheuehu >:3

jackson trash [12:30am]: open the door !!! dpr doormat [12:30am]: biiiish r u home? u better b alive bibi’s whore [12:34am]: we brought u stuff<33 : girlll what do these handles meannnnn also RIP OC

“Be my guest, babe. I just look like a ride or die. And you already agreed to get me food.”: he's so hilarious

“Who is it? Do we know them? Is it J—”: *squints eyes suspiciously*

“We fucking finished.”: yayyyyyyy

“You ever been called your friend’s name before?”: never loved such a dick move so much before

Because he slips the silver necklace around your neck before taking off the heavier one, admiring the view when both of them rest against your slippery chest.: AEIUHB; AOSJDLBN' ALN

This feels borderline intimate.: bORDERLINE?!

“What a whore.”: *combusts*

friends (3tan) (m) | myg

title: friends (the week, pt. 1) pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: the week you get with yoongi has a few surprises. and one of them presents itself in the form of a phone call. warnings: cursing, tension, oc’s are introduced!!, oral (m rec), degradation, the amount of kiss scenes wow lol, power dynamics (cmnf), fingering, angst yeah i know, throat fucking, choking, rude yoongi :))), multiple orgasms, breast play, cum swallowing, the chains stay on😀😀😀, cunt slapping, sl*t/wh*re mentions, dirty talk, yoongi’s mouth in general, overthinking, doubt, head/hair pulling, body worship, praise, restraining via headboard a ha ha, this one is p angsty y’all😭 note: thank you to @sugakookitty​​ for being an angel beta !! i know this was super last minute i am so so sorry. i owe you some tangerines! note 2: and here we are again. i hope you all like this installment, and i wanted to thank everyone for being so patient and supportive. it truly means so much to me! if you haven’t gotten around to three tangerines yet, i highly encourage you to read the series first since this is from the same universe :D it would make more sense! word count: 15.6k drop date: april 26th, 2022, 7:17pm est

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[kodesun]

cw: the amazing digital circus pilot spoilers

SCREAMING WHAT DID I JUST WATCH /POS LIKE OH MY JESUS ofc these are the people who made murder drones which i still need to watch

pls i love jax also rip kaufmo

BUT THE ENDING? GAVE ME CHILLS FR CAUSE THE COMPUTER AT THE END WAS THE SAME COMPUTER IN THE EXIT LOOP WHAT DOES THIS MEANNNNN

i love psychological stories im an omori enjoyer its my job to analyze these things anyways probs gonna write an intro soon

[astrowrought]

🚀ummmm should i incorporate 1950s slang into this muse? or nah?

[imherongraystairstrash]

BESTIE I NEED YOUR REACTION TO SOBH

BESTIE YOULL GET IT:

After reading the title: omg yes, another Tati diary entry

Dear Diary, I am inconsolable. As planned, I importuned Papa to beg him for mercy. It was my last-ditch attempt to be permitted to stay home tonight rather than to attend the ball at the Institute. It was a bad plan, I recognize now. He was in his private study, and he hates to be interrupted there; lol same

when I came in he had only an unfriendly look for me, and I should have retreated right then. Lessons learned, I suppose. Benedict Lightwood be scary, one look from this man and tatiana goes “oof”. If he weren’t dead, tlh would be MUCH shorter

-“The name of the Lightwoods! What care I for the name of the Lightwoods? What good has the name of the Lightwoods ever done for me? My only purpose in life, after all, is meant to be to find a better last name to replace it with” I meannnnn, she not wrong

-“I suggested that I could be reported to be unable to attend due to temporary illness of a non-specified womanly nature. For that suggestion I was cast out of the study immediately, of course.” Gurl, u thought u could play the period card with Benedict Lightworm, the representative of the sexist shadowhunters club of the 19th century? He cares more abt his rep than he ever had abt u, my guy.

“attending the ball on the arms of my disgusting brothers, my escorts of last resort.” I’d happily attend the ball in the arms of ur disgusting brothers. Preferably both.

Not that I will find any sympathy in this house. Gabriel seems perfectly happy to attend the ball without escorting any lady besides his sister.

Gabriel: ew I hate the ladies of the enclave

Cecily: I’m bout the end this bitch’s entire career

“He does not understand, being soft of brain and even softer of heart, that the favor of our father is bestowed easily, carelessly, upon him, because he is a boy, whereas I must work ten times as hard for less than one-tenth the approval.” Oof that’s kinda rough. Still hate her tho.

By the Angel…Gideon abandoned the family to drink wine and sun himself in Spain, and Papa still treats him better than me. Say what u want, Tatiana is funny af. She is expert level brother-basher.

We need Gideon here—Papa needs Gideon here. I will never forgive him for having left us, the great lummox. Is-is that-LOVE FOR HER BROTHER I HEAR?? U ain’t fooling me Tati, u secretly know that Gideon is the only person who cares abt u. Don’t try and disguised with an insult, we all know it’s impossible to hate gid

Gabriel, of course, only grows worse in the absence of his personal hero Hideous Gideon. Conspiracy: Gabriel is insufferable in clockwork A and P bc he wants to impress his father. Jem said that Gideon was worse bc Gabriel wasn’t as annoying until Gideon left and Gideon was emo before Spain

He wishes to be taken seriously now and so he acts like Father, and it is like watching a dog try to walk on its hind legs. Stop I’m going to cry I love Gabriel so much

I have met a boy—no, a man, a wonderful man. His name is Rupert Blackthorn — though he is not one of the tedious Blackthorns from the Cornwall Institute. Tfw when u have to say he’s a man so that ur freakin diary will take u srsly

He usually lives in Leeds, LOL LEEDS

He is the most beautiful man ever to have lived. His hair is deep black as midnight, and his eyes are emerald orbs that gaze into one’s soul. Damn, that’s pretty hot. Too bad Benedict ripped the top part of his body off before we got to meet him

Every girl in the Institute was watching him, hoping he would give them a dance, and he came right to me, without hesitation, and smiled at me and asked me. Oof, I didn’t know Rupert was blind

And I danced with him and it was glorious. Even better yet, he had no interest in anyone at the party but me. Rupert, boy, u got rly bad taste. I guess there’s not a lot of girls in Leeds

I do believe he even gave Gabriel the cut direct when Gabriel tried to start talking about himself, at one point. DONT DIS GABRIEL

I am not entirely sure; it was quite loud and he might only not have heard. But I choose to believe it was a deliberate snub. From the most desirable boy in the whole detestable building. Can we get a diary entry from Rupert?? I wanna know what’s going thru his head

When I wrote earlier I was the lowest of the low in this house, but now I am raised up triumphant. I danced with a beautiful dark-haired man who said my name as though it were poetry. The name of the Lightwoods indeed! Aww that’s pretty cute ngl turns out Tati’s villain origin is that she had the love of her life killed. And her brothers are too cool for her to she wanted to get revenge. She was just in lo-

Take that, Will Herondale! nvm

Plz don’t let this flop it took me a rly long time lol

[littleblueberryartist]

(all tags via @lanternlightss)

YEAH THERE ARE TRIFECTAS (is that what the shape is called) EVERYWHERE WHAT DOES IT MEANNNNN

Also if I ever try and design the boss fight you better betch your ass I'm putting in so many shattered glass effects (rip to traveller)

GRIPS CELESTIA

REGARDLESS OF WHO YOU ARE YOU SURE DO HAVE SECRETS HUH. WHAT ARE YOU HIDING

And also the idea of Celestia unintentionally letting shit fester because they don't detect the corruption right away and the loops *technically* aligning with the same laws of teyvat is weirdly funny to me lmao

Rambled a bit about my take on Istaroth's relationship with celestia in the rb above but yeah they're squaring up lmaoooo

SLAMS FISTS ON DESK

NEW AU OFFSHOOT NEW AU OFFSHOOT (literally offshoot because irminsul tree, plant shoot-)

YEAH

Loving and wanting to help but handling it in a way that's doomed to failure 👀

Oooooo Istaroth paying specifical attention to those who know 👀

No clue what kind of attention but still

Also rip to the Tumblr tag limit 😔 they never could contain all your genius

We've talked about Venti's love vs Istaroth's and how they parallel one another

But what about the traveller? What about the exception to teyvat's laws? (Also them being an exception to the whole neverending loop of twin/doppelganger deaths maybe lol)

Something something the power of love gets me so what if the unforseen factor is the traveller's love. For teyvat, for their sibling, for their friends.

I mentioned how venti's own love may have sentenced him to his fate. But what if it's the traveller's love that saves him?

Who would be better to bend fate than one who exists outside of it?

[apenapaperandadoofus]

I won't say I'm in love + Suit Saeran and in Suit Saeran's POV!??? I MEANNNNN??? And like the other believers singing the part of the muses??? YES? 😌 I love this prompt and this sounds sooo fun 😆

YES YES YES I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS AND THE BELIEVERS?! YESSSSSSSSSSS

Also a Jumin version is also incoming since two people asked for it hehe, but I just COULD NOT HELP BUT WRITE THIS ONE FIRST NANSSBBS ITS SO CUTEEE

Also I had a lot lf fun until the last part where I was editing and tumblr actually went fuck you and deleted everything so thanks for that

(also if someone idk wants to draw this or whatever hehe please tell me bc I will actually sell my soul to you.) I will try and uh draw a bit but as yall now, middle hands I don't rest know how to so PFT

Prompt from: give me a mm character and a song

I won't say I'm in love (Saeran x Fem!MC)

Song: I won't say I'm in love (Caleb Hyles)

"And don't you forget that you stupid toy." Saeran said, as he closed the door with a bang. "You all know the rules. Don't you dare touch my toy, and don't let anyone else come in here am I clear?" He told the believers, who stiffened and stuttered, "Yes Mr. Ra- Sorry, sorry! Mr. Saeran...."

Saeran scoffed at the believers but decided to go easy on them this time. After all, today he was in a pretty good mood thanks to his toy.

Or well, at least that what he thought before stopping in the middle of his tracks. Today he wasn't really able to see that scared, helpless look on her face. It was the exact opposite, today she was resilient, and actually fought back, and although he had to admit he liked the fiesty act at first, now it was getting really annoying. I mean, at this point she should be begging on her knees, asking him to please have mercy, that she love-

Wait.

Love??

Saeran's eyes widened as he realized what he has just imagined. He didn't want to hear her telling him how much she loved him. That she needed him, yes, the she was going to do whatever he wanted too, but that she loved him??

He didn't want anyone to love him. Angrily, screaming at himself (or well, at Ray, he had come to the conclusion that it was all that marshmallow's fault) he walked over to the garden. Nothing made him feel better than picking up flowers he knew Ray loved, and then destroying them immediately. It was a hobby of his to be honest.

As he walked through the beautiful garden, he had a mental conversation with himself, mostly about what he thought about....her.

Love....why would he want her to love him? It just didn't make any sense. Just why?

Because you love her.

A voice said, and Saeran immediately turned around, trying to find the idiot who said such a blatant lie.

Love her?

Love her?

In typical Saeran fashion, he scoffed and then tried to come up with a whole list of why his toy wasn't even worthy of his affection. Yet....when he tried to do it....his mind couldn't come up with anything.

Oh.

Oooh.

Oh fuck no.

Saeran ran a hand through his hair and sat on the nearby fountain. He noticed that it was right in front of her room, which still seemed to have the lights on.

Seriously what's that idiot doing awake still....and hey, why do I care?! Seriously, that airhead Ray might've fallen for her, but I'm definetly not going to follow the same path as that dumbass.

He sighed.

"Seriously....If there's a prize for rotten judgement....I guess I've already won that.

No girl is worth the aggravation

That's ancient history, been there, done that." He groaned as he buried his face in his hands and-

"Who d'you think you're kidding

She's the earth and heaven to you."

"HUH?!" Saeran quickly looked up, only to find....the gardener tending to the plants. Hm, the lack of sleep must be making him hear, and especially think, crazy things. He sighed and went back to placing his head on his hands but then-

"Try to keep it hidden,

Honey we can see right through you

Boy you can't conceal it

We know how you're feeling

Who you thiiiinking of!"

Saeran immediately stood up and looked around the garden once again. "Oi whoever is in here, you have three seconds to run before I go and rip your head off."

Silence.

Fucking finally. He thought, as he took a deep breath in and tried to go back into his mediative state.

He turned around to sit back on the corner of the fountain, when a believer appeared out of nowhere.

"The hell are you-" Saeran started, but the believed walked over to him with one finger in the air.

"Aghhhhhh" he said as he stopped in front of him. "Saeran....my boy....you're in love."

"WHAT!? NO WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, AND WHY ARE YOU EVEN- WHO DO YOU- I-' he stuttered, when anither believer came out of the bushes and placed a hand on Saeran's shoulder.

"Aw baby boy, why don't you just go and admit it?"

Another believer appeared from the other side and sighed dreamily. "It's a beautiful thing, so you shouldn't be afraid." The believer said, with a very high pitched voice.

"WHY ARE YOU-HUH!?"

"Love is a beautiful thing Saeran." Saeran heard a deep voice say in front of him, and he almost punched the believer in the face as he came out of the fountain, yes, wet robes and all.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?" Saeram screamed, but the believers (?) Only laughed and then proceeded to get together and strike a really weird group pose.

"We are...YOUR OWN PERSONAL MUSES! AND WE WON'T LEAVE, UNTIL YOU FINALLY REALIZE THE TRUTH!" They all said.

Saeran, who was now pretty annoyed because of the self proclaimed 'muses' and also because he forgot to bring his gun so now he had nothing to threaten them with and let out his anger and insecurities, glared at the group of people and crossed his arms.

"And what is this so called truth?" He asked. The muses smiled even more

"THAT YOU ARE IN.....LOVE!!!!"

Saeran swore he could see confetti suddenly fall from the sky and he let out a sarcastic chuckle.

"Yeah right. With who? MC? Please. I'd never be in love with her."

"But you are!" One of the muses said.

"Just admit Saeran!" Another one chipped in.

He was taken aback for a minute before he went back to giving them muses a deal glare. "I'm not admiting anything. This is stupid seriously, just go away."

"No! We won't! Until you say that you're in LOVE!* The deep voiced muse said and Saedan raised an eyebrow.

"What me?! Seriously?! In love? Please. I'm leaving if you're not, I'm not dealing with this bullshit."

Saedan quickly walked over to another side of the garden, when suddenly the muses appeared in front of him. He turned around, only to find the muses once again.

Everywhere he went, he saw them, and everytime his patience kept running thinner and thinner.

"JUST SAY YOU'RE IN LOVE SAERAN!"

He stopped in his tracks and turned around, stomping his foot.

"NO! No chance no way I won't say it, no...no!" He shook his head side to side and glared.

The muses groaned. "You swoon, you sigh, why deny it? Oh oh."

Saeran blushed. "B-because, it's too cliche! I won't say I'm in love!" He angrily walked over to a bush and glared at the flowers as if that would suddenly help him get rid of his problems. (It was a bush of forget me not's, one of Ray's favorite, ironically it seemed that's where his body took him, probably out of instinct.)

Angrily, he took one out and glared at it.

"Ugh...I thought my heart had learned its lesson...It feels so good when you start out. My head is screaming 'Get a grip boy..." He angrily threw the flower on the ground and stepped on it and let out an exasperated sigh. "Unless you're dying to cry your heart out...." He mumbled and then cursed as he saw the muses again.

"UGH BOY YOU CAN'T DENY IT!! Who you are is how you're feeling!"

"I don't even know what that means-! I-WHY ARE YOU SINGING- I DON'T LIKE HER!""

"Baby we're not buying!"

One of them (it also has to be the one that came out of the fountain due to the wet sleeves) poked Saeran's cheek and smirked.

"Hon we saw you hit the ceiling"

Saeran felt himself blush even more, a gasp escaping from his lips.

"Face it like a grown-up, when you gonna own up that you got, got, got it bad!"

Saeran groaned as he saw the believersline up in a single file and then proceed to do that dance move where each jumps out one after the other.

"God!! No chance no way I won't say it, no no!!!" Saeran stomped his foot once again and shook his head, like a toddler, and the muses rolled their eyes.

"She's just...she's so annoying. I hate her, I hate her face, her hair, her smile, the way her eyes light up when she talks, or how happy she looked when I showed her the garden..."

One if the muses laughed, bringing Saeran out of his trance.

"Give up, give in, check the grin you're in love!" They teased him, which made Saeran gape at them as if he was very offended.

"This scene won't play I won't say I'm in lo-UGH!!

"We'll do it until you admit you're in love!"

"Leave me alone!" Saeran stomped off towards the other side of the garden and the muses followed.

"You're way off base I won't say it...." The muses glared at him with a skeptical glance and he glared.

"Get off my case I won't say it" he growled and say on a bench near by, crossing his arms with his face all red.

"Boy don't be proud it's okay you're in love."-

.

.

"Mister Saeran...Mister Saeran!"

Suddenly Saeran looked up to see the believer who was gardening before. "You fell asleep on the fountain...shall I get you anything?"

Saeran scoffed and pushed the believer's hand from his shoulder.

"Don't you dare to ever touch me again. Go away, I was just- just- ugh! Leave before I tell the others to prepare another cleansing ceremony."

The believer quickly nodded. "Yes sir, of course! I apologize!!!" He quickly left and Saeran watched as he ran away, and then he sighed.

Suddenly he found himself staring at....her room, and for some reason, he felt a very deep part of him glad that she was finally getting some sleep. Then, his eyes widened and he let out a sardonic laugh.

"Fuck....."

He looked back to the flowers and sighed a small, sad smile on his face. "Well....at least out loud....I won't say I'm in..... love."

The End

BONUS:

Believers: *Looking out from the window at the garden and Saeran.*

Believer N°643: Hey he's been sitting there for a while...

Believer N°262: yeah almost about 2 minutes and 32 seconds....

Believers:.....

Believer N°643: d'you recon we should wake him up?

Believer N°262: and immediately get massacred? Nah man, I have a wife, a kid! You wake him up.

Believer N°643: what no dude I don't want to die, I have dreams!

Believer N°262: *whispering but also yelling* YOU'RE IN A CULT YOU'RE NOT SUPPODED TO HAVE DREAMS WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!?

Believer N°643: THEY'RE IMPORTANT

Believer N°262: WHAT'S MORE IMPORTANT THAN THIS WHAT DO YOU EVEN WANT!?

Believer N°643:....... *Looks at the camera*

Believer N°262:.....

Believer N°643: Iwsnsssnsnsns

Believer N°262: what?

Believer N° 643: I...I want to start a band! It's...it's a work in progress but Carol and Jimmy have already agreed. It's going to be...it'll be cult based... probably.

Believer N°262: you....YOU STARTED A BAND AND DIDNT TELL ME!?

Believer N°643: IM SORRY

Believer N°262: I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS! WHAT ELSE ARE YOU KEEPING FFOM ME!?

Believer N°643: THE CHILD ISNT YOURS IM SORRY

Believer N°262: THAT- YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO ACTUALLY ANSWE- wait... Bartholomew the Second isn't mine...?

Believer N°643: *slowly shakes his head* ...no

Believer N°262:....dude.

Believer N°643: IT WAS A SATURDAY NIGHT AND YOU KNOW WHAT THE SAVIOUR DOES ON SATURDAY'S, WE HAD WAY YOO MUCH ELIXIR. ALSO IM YOUR FATHER.

Believer N°262: what THE FU-

Announcer: Join us next week in The Cult, it's like The Office but it's actually a cult, made my someone who has been writing for about an hour non-stop and it's actually 1AM in her time zone so she's clearly already loosing her mind, GOOD NIGHT FOLKS

*audience applause*

*The Office theme but cult version starts playing as the credits roll, THE END*

(I'm sorry I don't know what the fuck this is but my fingers just started typing it on their own I'm sorry pffff