#i should probably rewatch this beauty

[vole-mon-amour]

Roy and Keeley helping Jamie to face his dad, the same way Trevor and Sypha helped Alucard kill his.

Trevor gifting his family house to Alucard which for us can mean Roy inviting Jamie into his house—unironically.

Sypha loving her boys aka Keeley loving hers.

Trevor coming back from deadly injuries and naturally, Sypha is the first one who finds him. Which can mean Roy and Keeley getting together first. But while Sypha is getting help, who helps Trevor up? Who called an entire village (that he build near his home castle) by a cute nickname to honor Trevor? Who laughs at Trevor's reaction and jokes and smiles like Trevor is his entire world, along with Sypha, because he loves both? Yeah, Alucard. Aka Jamie for us. :)

If you know, you know. But if you don't, RJK truthers, so far this is the nicest thing the show can realistically do with Roy x Jamie x Keeley from my perspective. Alucard spent most of the last season alone, was almost killed by people that pretended to love him. And in the end, Trevor and Sypha came back to him from a very long journey. And Alucard finally felt alive and happy. And everything was finally was good for those three, and they even raised a kid together. Two powerful dads and one badass mom.

Holding hands while at it. <3

In our case, they don't even need children. Just end up together, the three of them. This is really the nicest thing I can canonically imagine right now for RJK. It would make sense, too.

Who wants to share my rainbow wig with me? :)

[furoruisa]

I can't, and I won't stop thinking about how hurt Ben was during ep 1 to ep 3, AND I DIDN'T GET TO SEE IT! MEAN JUST MEAN! my baby was suffering, and they didn't address it!

His face when Devi told him " I wouldn't let anyone treat you like that" WILL HUNT ME ALL MY LIFE!!!

How mad he was that he almost got Margot in trouble (someone that shouldn't be in his drama) because Devi was more important to him, AND I DIDN'T GET TO SEE HOW HE DEALT WITH IT AFTER

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[clumsycapitolunicorn]

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[tgcg]

a comic about paul rudd

TG: you only want to show john "i love you, man" because paul rudd is in it

CG: OK. FIRST OF ALL, NO I DON'T. IT'S A BEAUTIFUL FUCKING STORY AND I THINK ANYONE WHO GIVES A SINGLE CRAP ABOUT BROMANCE MOVIES SHOULD WATCH IT. IT'S PROBABLY REQUIRED VIEWING FOR THE GENRE. SECOND--

TG: yeah well--

CG: COME ON, YOU LIKED IT.

TG: whether or not i thought the bromance was good is totally independent from the fact that nobody rewatches a movie that many times without their eyes glazing over at the pastry platter of freshly baked mancakes on display

TG: ive seen the way you look at him

TG: i know whats behind those eyes and its carnal

CG: YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING ABOUT ME OR PAUL RUDD.

TG: paul rudd is a 5 at best and you know it

CG: YOU KEEP HIS NAME OUT OF YOUR IGNORANCE GASH

CG: EVEN IF I WAS OGLING AT HIS QUOTE-ENQUOTE "MANCAKES", WHICH I WASN'T JUST SO WE'RE PERFECTLY FUCKING CLEAR, THAT WOULD BE COMPLETELY GODDAMN JUSTIFIED. PAUL RUDD IS A RUGGEDLY HANDSOME, DOWN TO EARTH, OBTAINABLE YOUNG MAN. PERFECTLY SUITABLE. I DON'T SEE WHAT'S WRONG WITH SETTING THE BAR ON A REASONABLE RUNG FOR MYSELF.

CG: AND BY THE WAY, THAT IS REALLY RICH COMING FROM THE GUY WHO STAYS UP TIL 3 IN THE FUCKING MORNING WATCHING TONY HAWK COMPILATIONS.

TG: alright mediocre romcom protags are fair game but tony hawk is sacred goddamn ground you cannot touch him on a conceptual level

CG: HE COULD BLEND INTO AN EMPTY ROOM AND YOU KNOW IT.

TG: alright you wanna tussle lets throw hands

[lunaviee]

ushijima headcanons bc bro needs more appreciation 🤗🤗💗💗💗💗 (and bc im rewatching haikyuu and im actually going INSANE.)

i feel like he kinda gained a habit of reaching for your hand a lot. idk why but he’ll stare at it for a minute and then just grab it wordlessly

1000% the kind of guy to get you “just because” flowers. i think he’ll see them at a local market and then make it his life’s mission to make you a pretty bouquet

he’s actually really good at cooking. he enjoys it, especially when he sees the glow in your eyes when you try his food

enjoys taking the scenic route when you guys take a drive somewhere. not only does he find the landscape beautiful, but it gives him more time to talk or even just be in your presence

speaking of driving, he definitely does that move where he puts his hand on your headrest when he’s backing out🤗🙏

i feel like he can read you really well. like if you’re uncomfortable somewhere or maybe just not feeling well, he tries to get you out of that situation

actually kinda going back to the hand thing, he rlly likes your touch. it’s so warm against his skin and he feels so at ease with you around

i feel like he’s very academically smart, his grades are impeccable and he’s always helping you in your classes. but social/street smarts? yeah umm not so much. it takes a little while to adjust at the beginning of your relationship but you soon find how well of a match you are for each other

back to the “reads you well” part, he also remembers everything about you. your order at your local coffee shop, why you don’t like certain foods, and will never forget a special date

he also likes spending money on you, insisting you buy that new shade of lip tint even if it looks just like the one at home, because with him around, you shouldn’t have to worry about a single penny

this one’s kinda silly but i just KNOW he’s the type of mf to bring in all the groceries in one trip

always sends you “good morning” and “goodnight” texts. but since it’s ushijima, it’s kinda like “goodnight, sleep well❤️” a little basic but trust me, he’s much better at showing his love in person

speaking of, his love language is definitely acts of service and probably quality time. whatever he can do to make your day a little better, he’ll do it

he takes such good candid pictures of you it’s actually insane. you genuinely don’t know how he even takes these without you noticing but somehow they’re always amazing

also, he doesn’t like deleting pictures of you. something about it doesn’t feel right to him so he’ll have a handful of pics that have your face all blurry or cropped out, but it’s still you so why should he delete it??

pls i just know his embrace is so secure and warm….. like you’ll ask for a hug and even if he doesn’t always understand how of why his physical touch makes you feel so special but he never declines

i know this is cliche, but he’s obviously strong af so picking you up is no problem and he’ll often do it if you get tired of walking. he also insists you sit on his back while he does pushups. his words not mine🤞🤞

cat lover. like one day you two went to a pet store to buy some treats for moms dog and he makes eye contact with a gray cat.

you guys forgot about the treats and ended up buying a bunch of cat stuff

✮ — haikyuu might bring back my motivation to write….

[p0ckykiss]

lovesick - lee haechan

summary -> haechan is sick, and you are more than happy to take care of him.

warnings -> friends but they have a crush on each other😱

haechan laid in bed, sniffling. he had pulled the comforter back onto his body and curled up.

on the TV was his favorite show, he was currently rewatching it whilst he fought off his cold with rest.

lord knows where he had caught it, but it was unfortunate. days after he had decided to start his trek to college by moving out, he was sniffling and sneezing.

thankfully, he was able to postpone the college signup and tour, and get help moving into his apartment.

“i thought I told you to cover up with the sheet, not the comforter, hyuck,” you slowly opened the door, holding a plastic bag. “i only left for fifteen minutes.” you pulled the thick blanket off of him and folded it at the end of the bed.

the mask covering your face made it hard to see your expression, so haechan returned eye contact with his big, beautiful, brown doe eyes. “i’m cold.”

“i know you get cold, but we have to bring your temperature down. and you refuse to eat ice cream”

“speaking of temperature, I have to take yours again.”

he sat up and pulled his knees to his chest. “because you want me to eat the kind that doesn’t taste as good.” haechan really wanted you to take off your mask, because.. he just wanted you to.

you were gorgeous, and admiring your face could probably cure his sickness.

you shook your head. “i bought an alternative,” a few treats were pulled out of the bag. “ice pops. they’re cheap, and they are basically shaved ice. you can eat as many as you want, anything for the sake of you getting better.”

the thermometer that you had also pulled out of the bag was placed in haechan’s mouth.

haechan pouted while it took his temperature, because of how babied he was right now. it was to get him better faster, but he was supposed to be an adult, moving out into his old place. yet here you were, taking care of him.

“did you get any rest?” you held his face in your hands. partly to just coddle him further.

the thermometer beeped, and you took it out.

102 degrees.

still lower than the previous day.

“no.. I feel like my insides are on fire,” his voice was nasally and cute, the entirety of his nose red and irritated.

“and that’s what the ice pops are for, hyuck,” you peeled off the seal and handed it to him.

he took it from you, and stuck it in his mouth. immediately, his body felt a little more at peace, and his muscles relaxed.

earlier, he tried eating ice.

all that did was hurt his teeth. this was a happy solution to that madness. “how many did you buy?” he mumbled around the pop.

“i bought six, because I knew you would like them. they’re pretty big, so it should last you today and tomorrow. and just so you know these aren’t meals.”

“yeah, yeah,” haechan rolled his eyes and looked back at the TV.

“while you’re occupied, let’s take the sheet off of you, too,” you climbed onto the bed and laid next to him, close enough for comfort, but far enough to keep him from heating up. “you need to rest, once you’re done, got it?”

again, he rolled his eyes, but laid his head against your shoulders. his legs were tucked close to his body.

the show was getting good.

even if he was with you, he wouldn’t want to miss any of it - despite the fact that he was watching it again.

the couple in the show were getting closer, and he could actually see their chemistry. “look, look, they-” haechan pouted.

the ending music of the episode was playing, just as it seemed they would kiss. “how long have you been sleeping..” he set the empty ice pop inside the bag and grabbed another one.

best take advantage of this moment. haechan let you rest back on the pillows, curling you into his side as much as he wanted while covering you up with the sheet.

for extra measure, he slipped the mask off, down and under your chin.

“much better.” haechan grinned proudly.

-

nearly two episodes down the line, he felt his eyelids starting to get heavy, and he began to miss a few seconds of the show at a time. as a boring and ineffective part played out, his eyes began to shut. just then, you decided to wake up.

“hyuck..” you groaned, sitting up. “you didn’t even take your medicine..” it took you several moments to realize that your mask was off, but when you did, you playfully slapped his arm.

“stop, stop! I just wanted to see your face,” haechan pouted for the nth time this visit. “i’ll take my medicine if you give me a kiss.”

you pulled the medicine out of the bag and measured it out. “if you get me sick, I will be so mad at you, lee haechan, because some of us have to function in the real world, as fully functioning adults.” you held his chin and gave him a prolonged peck before handing him his medicine.

“hey!” it was hard to tell what part of his face was blushing, and what was red from his cold.

the way that you nonchalantly acknowledged the feelings you had for one another is what really sealed the deal for him. “thank you,” haechan mumbled as he took the medicine.

“i’m going now, before I catch more germs than I can afford.”

he stood up and grabbed your hand. “goodbye.” haechan’s eyes were wide, and he was feeling much bolder now that he was satisfied and not feeling like his insides were an inferno. he wrapped his arms around your torso and laid his head on your shoulder.

“goodbye, hyuck, take care of yourself while i’m gone, okay?” you rubbed his back and kissed his head. “my phone is always on if you need me.”

haechan retreated back to his bed, where he listened to you leave, before pulling out his phone to text you an unnecessarily long series of heart themed emojis.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

I was surprised when rewatching both seasons today to notice how little worth everyone assigned to their lives at the beginning of the show.

It's obvious with Stede "Do I want to live? I dunno, probably" Bonnet and Edward "haven't tried dying yet, maybe we should do that" Teach over there, but once I started looking for it, I was shocked how often it turns up.

Talk of death is ever-present throughout s1. The very first thing we hear is Frenchie singing about how a pirate's life is short. One of Olu's reasons he gives to Lucius for not mutinying on Stede at the end of the pilot is "we'll all be dead soon, might as well enjoy it while it lasts." The indigenous people they meet in ep 2 remind Olu multiple times that Stede's gonna get them all killed. Jim talks blithely about killing the man who killed their family - "we live in a state of nature, grow up!" We get the sense life is fuckin' cheap -

But over the first season, there's a shift. Pete started out talking in the pilot about how he "should have 20 kills by now" and says killing "is like breathing" to his fantasy version of Blackbeard in s1e2, but by s1e6 he's visibly deeply shaken when Lucius almost dies. "I'm used to death...but not your death." Stede screaming that he doesn't want to die in s1e9 is such a huge marker of that shift, because he's finally living a life where he feels happy and loved and valued.

Take all of that, and put it into contrast with Jim saying in s2e2 that "there used to be a time when life meant something on this ship." It sets up such a nice contrast, because all the death Ed's crew have to deal with at the beginning of s2 isn't weird by pirate standards, but suddenly it's become weird for these pirates. Ed's suicidal behavior and Frenchie saying that "we've been living moment to moment for a while now, it's kinda nice to have a deadline" are terribly sad to us, because these pirates had a time when they learned to value their lives.

Stede Bonnet, being his cringefail, bitchy, unceasingly kind little self, built a community where life was allowed to mean something. It's about queer joy, about queer love, about finding community and finding reasons to love being alive with one another as we try to become the versions of ourselves we want to be. Fucking beautiful.

[squiddy-god]

shower sex (leviathan)

Re-upload from terminated blog squid-god-supreme

CW: smut, fem aligned reader, shower sex, monster fucking but only a little

You found yourself walking down the halls of the house of lamentation to the room of your shy boyfriend. It was often that Levi asked you to his room in order to game or watch anime so that’s fully what you expected. Knowing Levi he probably wanted to rewatch TSL for the one hundredth time.

Knocking on the door you hurd Levi call out from the other side. “Password!!?” “It’s me Levi! Open up!” Waiting for a moment you hurd hurried shuffling before the door opened and you were promptly dragged in. Levi’s face was flushed and he was avoiding meating your eyes with his. “H-hey nor- I mean y-y/n, take a shower… With me… Please. ” The last sentence was almost a whisper and his small ‘please’ was almost completely silent, his face was burning red as his had was raised to hide it.

You blushed at the thought of showering with him, it wasn’t the first time but it was still Imbarasing none the less. “Yah l-lets do it! ” Almost immediately his face lit up as he pulled you twords the bathroom. You both striped off your clothes and got into the shower. The water was pretty hot and you felt your body relax as the water run down you.

Levi couldn’t take his eyes off of you, seeing you naked had always entranced him but there was something about the way the water droplets ran down your hips and curves that sent blood rushing to his cock. He watched intensely as the water washed over your body, you were so beautiful all wet and dripping he felt like you had put him under a spell. His hands were shaking as he placed them on your hips. “Y-y/n can i-i” His face was a tomato as you nodded shyly turning around to face the blushing demon.

Once he had the ok his hands griped your thighs and he lifted you up with ease, leaning you against the cool tile wall. It may not be a full body of water but he felt like he was in his element, although he’d definitely have to try fucking you in more water. He slowly slid into your tight cunt, you were do warm and wet around him he felt like he was in pure bliss (I’d say heaven but… Ya know) he pushed his body against yours as his lips locked with yours. His kisses were always a little bit clumsy but they were still passionate and fierce. Levi absolutely loved the feeling of your wet skin pressed against him, your chest smooshed against his as water ran down it. His cock was slaming in and out of you much faster then his normal pace, he was in his element, he felt confident like this. His cock dragged along your walls stretching out your pussy with every thrust, you were both moaning messes as your legs wrapped around Levi’s waist.

His tounge ran over your bottom lip asking for entry, you parted your lips slightly and allowed him to enter. His forked tounge swerled around yours as he pressed your body’s further together. You weren’t Shure if the steam was from the shower or your kiss but either way it was intoxicating.

You felt the coil of her in your stomach stretch and strain with every thrust he made into you. His mouth left yours abd traveled your neck biting and nipping at the skin. “Ahh l-levi! So good” Your words were strained and spliced between airy moans as his dick continued to run against your velvet walls. Your head roled back and rested again the cool tile wall you were pressed against. Levi left a trail of hickeys and bite marks behind as he lived closer to your collar bone.

Levi’s thrusts picked up speed and became uneven as continued to pound in and out of you, he could feel himself twitching inside you. Your moans reverberated against the tile walls and shower glass as your walls clenched and tightened around him. A low groan sounded from his throat as he came. Hot ropes of cum shot into your core and leeked out with the running water

You were both panting heavily as Levi let your down, still holding you slightly so you didn’t fall over. “W-we should uhh, get clean now” He said “yah haha”

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: Can’t Take My Eyes off You

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Summary: Date night! Joe can't help but express how infatuated he is with you. I mean, you drive him crazy.

(Part Two to - Part 1)

Warnings: Fluff, slight dirty talk

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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*Continuation of part one!*

It was just thirty minutes after my prank on Joe. He was currently sitting on the bathroom counter, watching me put on my makeup.

Just a little bit ago, Joe was rolling his eyes as I rewatched the prank footage, every laugh that left my lips making his glare harsher, but now he gazed at me with so much love behind his eyes.

I was still just in one of his T-shirts as I got ready, but to him that made me more enticing.

“Yes?” - you laughed

Joe just smiled at me, though it was clear I broke him out of his trance.

“You’re so beautiful.” - Joe grinned

“Thanks, handsome.” - you

My eyes found their way to his blushed cheeks, and mine only mirrored his.

“Love you, Mama.” - Joe

“Love you too, Joey.” - you

After setting my eyeshadow palette down, I moved between Joe’s legs, put my hands on his thighs, and placed a big kiss on his lips.

When I moved away and grabbed my curling iron, Joe only kept his gaze on me.

“Pardon my staring…” - Joe

“It's okay.” - you smiled

“I can’t take my eyes off you.” - Joe

I felt my cheeks heat up, just like Joe’s did moments before and attempted to hide my blush by looking down.

“That rug is nice, but if I were you, I'd be looking at the pretty girl in the mirror.” - Joe

“Joe, stop.” - you giggled

Joe loved teasing me with a lot of praise because he knew it got to me.

“I'll stop, but I'm still gonna watch you.” - Joe

“Perfectly fine with that, I just gotta kick you out when I put my dress on.” - you

“Perfectly fine with that.” - Joe echoed your words

——

Hair curled, makeup done, dress on, now heels…

Were heels the best option for a pregnant woman? No, but no other shoe option looked good with my dress.

Joe was for sure going to comment on it but in the end, he’ll listen to me and let me keep them on if I want.

Robin and Jimmy had just picked Miles and Tyson up to take them to their house for the night till tomorrow morning.

That being said, Joe told me he could be very vocal about what he thought about me in my dress.

I didn't keep him waiting for too long, and soon I was making my way down the stairs.

Joe stood at the bottom of them, a wide grin on his face as his eyes found me.

“Woah…” - Joe

My smile only got wider as I watched Joe’s eyes travel over my body. He winced when he looked down at my shoes and ran up the stairs to me.

“C’mere. It’s not safe for you to wear those heels down the stairs.” - Joe

He opened his arms, and I knew the drill. My arms wrapped around his neck as Joe picked me up bridal style.

Somehow, Joe walked down the stairs with ease and didn't let go of me till we were on solid ground.

“Thank you, baby.” - you

“No prob. But… I mean what kind of husband would I be if I let my pregnant wife walk down the stairs in those heels?” - Joe

“A normal one, probably.” - you laughed

Joe laughed along with me for a second before speaking up.

“You should know I'm not a normal husband by now.” - Joe

“You really aren't. Most husbands aren't perfect like you.” - you winked

“Don’t look at me like that, Mama. You know what it does to me.” - Joe

Out of nowhere, the sexual tension filled the room. It was more overwhelming than Joe’s blue-eyed gaze on me.

“What’s that mean?” - you

Joe moved forward and wrapped his arms around me, his eyes trailing from my eyes, then lips, then baby bump.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, even more, now that you're pregnant.” - Joe

I’d never get over how Joe constantly made me feel like the sexiest, most gorgeous mommy out there.

“Can’t wait to put another baby in you...” - Joe

“Aye! Slow your roll, there, hot stuff, this one isn’t even out yet.” - you

Joe laughed loudly but kept his arms around me.

“I was just playin’.” - Joe

I moved away to look into his smiling face which in a matter of seconds had faltered into a devious expression.

“Maybe..” - Joe

“Joseph Lee!” - you slapped his chest playfully

His smile returned to his face as Joe pulled away from me and took one of my hands in his, lacing our fingers together as he walked to the front door.

“Let's go, Mama.” - Joe

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While at dinner at Jeff Ruby’s, we were in our regular secluded corner, I had dropped my fork.

Joe insisted that I use his and he would go up to find a server and get one, but I told him I'd rather get up and walk around for a second.

With the biggest RBF he could muster up, Joe agreed to let me get up but said not to leave his sight.

Unbeknownst to me, Joe snapped a picture of me as I stood just a few feet away from our table.

When the picture popped up on his phone, Joe felt his cheeks heat up as he looked at it, zooming in on my features.

I had Joe’s suit jacket draped over my shoulders, and the way my dress accentuated my bump only made me more desirable to him.

That's my wife, Joe thought.

He grinned to himself as he watched me talk to a waitress and get a new set of silverware.

As I walked back to our table, I slightly gave Joe a “What are you up to?” look as I saw his cheeky grin.

He shrugged it off and continued smiling at me.

“Can’t take my eyes off you.” - Joe grinned

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Authors note: well, that ending is terrible.

Requests for this fic;

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

[skyeslittlecorner]

Thank you! Very relatable request, honestly. Where can I buy such a demon to protect me too-

This reminded me of my era of rewatching analogue-horror web-series, you have no idea how terrified I was when I was watching Vita Carnis and suddenly my roommate burst into the room at 2 AM. Nomorehorrors.

Satan isn't surprised that you're having panic attacks. Gehenna is the most wonderful place in Hell, but the angels do not want to leave them alone. The attacks occur so frequently and so randomly that it's no wonder you feel uneasy. He would pull you back into bed and hold you against his chest, stroking you protectively. “You're in no danger with me.” His low voice is confident and strong, as are his arms. Even if the world were to burn, you are the first to be protected, so you don't have to be afraid. Besides, this guy sleeps with his eyes open. He's probably the one you should be most afraid of. They glow like headlights, so you don't have to be afraid of something moving in the dark, because there is no darkness here.

Mammon will hug you to his huge tits. How can you feel insecure when you have such a steady rock with you? Stable as a wall, warm as a heater, and protects your back (and bottom) as solidly as anyone else in the world. But if you're afraid, he'll put a huge canopy over your bed. Not even a mosquito can get through the curtains of gold. Another thing is that it's a bit hard to sleep in the golden glow, but hey, it's the will that count, right? And you can count on your every doubt being answered in the most spectacular way.

Beelzebub is the reason your paranoia hasn't gone away yet. You're lying nicely in bed, and suddenly something crawls under the sheets and cuddles up to you. Absolutely terrifying. You would jump out of bed, but the strong hug prevents you from doing so, and also you quickly recognize the disgruntled growl. The wandering king has finally appeared. You punch him for it. Two puppy dog eyes will look at you, and how can you be mad at him? “Sorry… I missed you.” He murmurs apologetically into your chest. You will sigh and bury yourself in the sheets and cuddle up to this idiot, wrapped tightly in the duvet so that no more surprises will come.

Leviathan, when he feels you're anxious, will simply close the coffin lid. Of course, you sleep closer to the closed edge, so that you can see the gap behind him. If you see anything moving beyond it, those are tentacles. They may look scary, but they are there to protect you. Why are you afraid of nightmares when their ruler hugs you to his chest like his treasure? Your nightmares should be afraid of him. He has the power to bend them to his will. Nothing can hurt you… but him. Better is the known danger than the one that lurks in the dark, so you'll only hug your beautiful king of nightmares tighter.

Valefor is as reliable as Mammon, but he would take care of you in a slightly less spectacular (or shiny) way. He will spread his shield over the bed. You saw that nothing could squeeze through it; bah! if it tries, it will be annihilated. If you think this is too much, he will simply offer to turn on the light, check the wardrobe and under the bed, and give you his chest to lie on until you fall asleep. He will watch over you, patiently and lovingly stroking your hair and arm, until he feels that you are already breathing calmly and sleeping deeply. Only then would he gently wrap you in the blanket and fall asleep himself.

Stolas offers to kill it. You don't actually know how to kill a paranoia, but you know he would be capable of it. You decline this offer in case what you thought you saw was Amon. All you can do is hug him when he explains you that monsters do not exist, if they do exist, they can be killed, so there is no point in being afraid, especially when you are with him, because he will fight everything for you, blah blah blah… You will fall asleep, soothed by listening to his chatter like radio static.

[shieldofiron]

I just wanted you to know that I am never not thinking about your harringrove frat au 🥰 and so I was wondering, would you ever tell us more about the first time steve & billy met/interacted in this au?? 🥺

I would LOVE TO. A little bit of a shout out in here to the TV show Greek, which I rewatched just the other day.

——

Billy was sweating like a whore in Church.

The group was loosely walking together in groups of twos and fours, everyone’s hands stuffed in their pockets.

And in front of him the guy laughed. Billy’s mind went blank, filled with creamy mole speckled skin and big brown eyes.

He wasn’t the tallest guy, either. Just the right height that they could hold hands or kiss without-

Billy had to stop that line of thinking then and there.

The buy stated lagging behind, long Bambi legs slowing until Billy and Argyle had caught up to him.

“Hi! I’m Steve Harrington,” he waved when he said it, like a dad at a barbecue. Billy immediately wanted to tongue him down from head to toe.

“Ey, Brochacho. I’m Alejandro Hernandez Aguilar but everyone calls me Argyle. This is Billy,” Argyle patted Billy’s chest.

“Hargrove.” Billy grunted.

“So who do you think you want to rush?” Steve stuffed his hands into the pockets of his puffy vest, grinning like a politician.

Argyle looked at Billy first, which sucked ass because all the words had just fled him in the headlights of those big Bambi eyes.

“Probably Alpha… uh Alpha Tau. Argyle’s a legacy,” Billy muttered.

“We’re kind of a package deal,” Argyle said with a smile.

“How about you?” Billy said it way too fast, wanting to keep Harrington around a little longer.

“I’m a legacy at Alpha. And Lambda Chi, uh, cuz of my granddad. But I’m actually interested in the next house.”

“Theta Pi Sigma,” the leader’s voice boomed from the front.

The house looked a lot tougher than some of the others. The white paint was peeling, and one of the letters by the door was hanging upside down. The leader rang the doorbell and then made his way slowly out of the crowd, looking weird as hell.

A skinny guy came out of the house, “Hey rushes. Welcome to Theta. First of all, does anyone know of our reputation?”

Hands rose around them. Argyle went to raise his hand but Harrington reached out and held it down.

“Great. All those with your hands raised. Go the fuck home,” the guy grinned.

Everyone hesitated.

“Go!”

The guys raising their hands scattered, leaving Billy and Argyle, Harrington of course, a tall, nerdy looking guy with long curly dark hair, and a twink with short blonde hair.

“The rest of you,” the skinny guy opened the door, “welcome.”

The house, which had looked empty and somewhat dark from the outside, was in the full swing of a party. A few guys by the door cheered, gesturing that they should all come inside.

“I heard they liked virgins,” Harrington was right next to Billy’s ear eliciting a shiver.

“This house doesn’t look like a virgin’s been inside since 1985,” Billy joked.

Harrington threw an arm around Billy’s shoulder, pinning him with those big beautiful brown eyes. “Oh, I fuckin’ like you, Billy Hargrove.”

[evermorepeyton]

i love the video, i’ve already rewatched it three times Today what can i say

i’ve seen some people saying there was something “off” or “uncomfortable” about it. i can’t relate like im having a blast.

i honestly don’t know what people expect from them, sure dan’s complimented phil many times unprovoked and that’s lovely, but i understand how it can be a bit too much to just do it on camera so directly.

the camera’s on and it’s hard for them to not be a tiny bit like no homo. when that was all they did for years in front of the public. old habits die hard especially when it’s a habit that probably caused them so much anxiety for so long.

imagine being like this is my friend my buddy my roommate for years and trying to deny anything else but constantly being told that no one believes you, so it becomes even more frustrating, and then all of a sudden you both come out and it’s been a few years and it should be okay now, but it’s still a little bit weird (which if you’ve programmed yourself to act a certain way for years, formative ones too, and you’re now going against it, it should be). how is he supposed to look at this man and be like “phil you are the most beautiful man to have ever walked on planet earth”? or whatever you wanted from him.

and still, despite all of that, they’ve managed to make the gayest videos ever since post hiatus. so how is it uncomfortable if they aren’t like sitting on top of each other or something in front of the camera? (and also like they just might someday but not because a card says it)

like i made jokes about it myself because i found it funny that when people don’t ask it from him he will say something like “you looked lovely phil” or point his way when he hears the phrase “beautiful but dense” or whatever. so he’s not incapable of it, it was just a little uncomfortable because they were playing a couples game which they haven’t done before and he’s probably already hyper aware of everything he’s saying, on top of that he’s supposed to be like omg phil you have the most beautiful blue eyes or whatever???

let him post his little ocean blue eyes story and we can all freak out about it, like we do. it’s honestly more than enough. and this video is fantastic to me, what can i say

[chrisevansonly]

𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 | 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒄

☁︎charles leclerc x female reader

☁︎there is nothing that brings in the fall feeling than a little cuddle on the couch and a binge watching party for gilmore girls…and yes, charles loves it just as much as you do

☁︎no warnings just very cute and wholesome:)

☁︎oh my godddd anyway we’re almost at the end of the fall celebration🥹 i’ve been having so much fun writing these and im gonna miss them so much! i feel like this is bad and crappy but ill be doing a christmas version in december so great ready for that ;)

If there was one thing Charles loved more than you, it was the little traditions you’d both started since getting together, many of them he’d adapted from you and your love for fall and all things october. More recently you’d introduced your boyfriend to Gilmore Girls, and if anyone knows this show, the best time to watch it is in the fall when the leaves are all changing and the weather turns a bit cooler.

“Do you need any help baby?”

You could hear his voice from the living room as you stood in the kitchen, just finishing up some last minute pastries and snacks for the two of you

“Um I think I might need some help to organize all of these things” you stated with a slight laugh, yes you were known to go overboard with food

“Wow, we could feed a whole family with this mon amour…”

Your cheeks flushed as you shrugged

“Well I did kind of invite Carla and Arthur to come over and watch…they’ve never watched it…”

It should be mentioned that you and Charles rewatched Gilmore Girls every fall, it was your favourite bingeable show to enjoy together

“What?!”

“I know I said the same thing”

Charles almost couldn’t believe your ears, if people thought Lando Norris was the king of sass, they’d be surprised to see Charles’s sassy attitude at home with you

“How can people just not watch Gilmore Girls? It’s just-it makes no sense.”

Laughing you walked over and pressed a kiss to his lips

“Don’t worry lovie, we’ll make sure they watch every episode carefully”

“They better, it’s important”

With a last dramatic sigh he moved to the kitchen to help organize all your snacks, which allowed you to pour the apple ciders in to your cute fall mugs, placing them neatly on a tray and bringing them to the expansive coffee table. Your next task as placing a few blankets on the couch and dimming the lights to perfect for your afternoon and evening of tv watching

“It looks perfect as usual baby”

Smiling you leaned into Charles’s side as you both examined your hard work, well more so yours because the last time the monégasque tried to help you ended up with burnt turnovers and very crispy croissants. He might be quite handsome, but he was a far better race car driver than he was a baker or a cook, that was for sure.

“Thank you lovie, now we just wait for Carla and Thur and we will be ready to go”

“What would I do without you?” Charles stated, leaning down to press a kiss firmly to your lips as you smiled

“Hmm..probably die of starvation and never know the beauty of Gilmore Girls…”

At this Charles simply laughed, he couldn’t agree more with that, although he could cook a pretty mean toast for breakfast, he knew, better than anyone that he was the luckiest man in the world to be here with you.

Even if he had to share his binge watching duties with his little brother and his girlfriend…but let’s be honest, it couldn’t be that bad.

[msschemmenti]

Are You Jealous?

Chessy x Reader

prompt: jealous chessy :)

a/n: i rewatched parent trap recently and the craziest plotline in that movie was martin and chessy being lovers. both of them were clearly gay.

a/n: sorry this took so long lol unedited and probably pretty bad

“I’d love to see you tonight.” Y/n smiled down the phone. It’d been about a week since she and Chessy had seen each other and with the house to herself, Chessy was going to take advantage.

“Well Nick and the girls are going camping for the weekend, if you’re up for a drive out to the vineyard?” Chessy asked hopefully.

“I think I can swing that. What time should I be there?”

“Everyone should be gone by 5. So anytime after should be good.” Chessy grinned.

“I’ll be there by 5:30. SHould I bring anything?” 

“Just yourself. I’ll make us some dinner and we can crack open something from the cellar to go with.”

“Sounds divine. I’ll call before I head out. See you soon.” Y/n smiled down the phone and waited for Chessy’s reply.

“Can’t wait.”

-

“Dinner was great Chess. Thank you so much.” Y/n smiled around her glass as she sat at the kitchen island watching Chessy move around the kitchen. They’d been dating for about four months and were as smitten as a couple could be. After Meredith, Nick started renting out the vineyard as a wedding venue as a bit of passive income. Y/n’s company had been one of the first to host a ceremony on the grounds. she’d been lost and had somehow driven up the Parker’s driveway and was met with a very beautiful woman waving her hands to stop her. from there their romance only flourished. 

“anything for you honey. after i finish these dishes we can go sit under the stars for a bit?” 

“i’d love to. why don’t i dry do we can start relaxing sooner? i need as much relaxation as i can get with this current bride.” 

“well get your cute butt over here and get to work. the stars won’t wait forever.” chessy grinned, reaching to pull the woman close by the waist. The couple washed in tandem, giggling and stealing kisses as they went. really just enjoying each other's company. Just as they put the last dish away, voices floated through the open floorplan startling the couple apart.

“Chessy, who’s car is that?” Hallie called being the first to enter the house. It wasn’t long before more footsteps were heard and before they knew it they were no longer alone. Now standing face to face with a very intimately domestic scene.

“Uh. Hi guys. What are you doing back so early?” Chessy asked, stepping toward the small family.

“Rain at the campsite so we decided to try again next weekend.” nick shrugged eyeing the guest placing the last of the dried dishes in the cabinet.

“Bummer. I’m sure next weekend will be better. We’ll just be going then.” Chessy answered quickly grabbing Y/n’s elbow in an effort to leave the kitchen. Before she could even move around the island all four members grinned mischievously at the nanny and moved in.

“Wait Chessy, aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?” Annie asked looking past Chessy and toward Y/n. Chessy fixed them with a withering glare but sighed pulling Y/n forward as she prepared for the embarrassment. 

“Everyone this is Y/n, my friend,” she smiled toward the twins in censorship.

“Y/n, this is Nick Parker. He owns the vineyard. Elizabeth James, and their daughters Annie and Hallie.” 

Y/n smiled, politely extending her hand to shake each member of the family’s hand before stopping briefly at Elizabeth’s. “I know this is a long-shot but you wouldn’t happen to be the Elizabeth James? Like the wedding dress designer Elizabeth James, would you?”

“Guilty,” Elizabeth smiled.

“Oh I love your work. I’m a wedding planner and all the best dresses I’ve seen in the last 12 years have come from you.” Y/n gushed causing Elizabeth’s cheeks to glow in a blush. 

“How sweet, I’m so glad my dresses seem to rank so well.”

“Oh most definitely, I hope you’re still designing by the time I finally have a wedding of my own. I’ve always imagined I’d be in an Elizabeth James original for my special day.”

“I would love that, have you already got ideas? I could roughly sketch you something since we’re all here for the evening.” ELizabeth offered. Y/n took a step around Chessy to follow ELizabeth before turning back to her girlfriend.

“Do you mind Chess?” Y/n asked quietly, knowing that if Chessy said she did, she’d politely decline and hope she got the chance another day.

“No, go ahead, knock yourself out. Just come find me when you’re done.” Chessy smiled, pushing the woman over toward Elizabeth with a smile.

“Great, I can even show you some recent stuff I’ve been thinking about.” Elizabeth grinned, pulling Y/n through the hall toward her work room. As soon as the women disappeared Chessy could feel three pairs of eyes on her.

“Your friend, hm?” Hallie grinned rounding the counter to one side of the nanny.

“How come we’ve never met this friend before?” Annie asked rounding to the other side, effectively caging Chessy between them.

“That’s none of your business. And rain at the campsite? When’d you all become such babies?” Chessy chided, poking the girls in their ribs. They giggled helplessly as the older woman tickled them. “Wanna watch a movie?”

-

The movie had been on for half an hour and the other women had yet to return. Chessy’s attention had been divided the moment they pressed play. During the quieter parts of the movie, she could hear giggles floating through the halls. Chessy’s eyes wandered from the screen in hopes of catching a glimpse of her girlfriend returning, but she wasn’t rewarded. Both Annie and Hallie had anchored themselves on either side of Chessy, legs stretched to each end of the couch. They’d both been commenting on the film and asking questions and Chessy tried to keep up but after noticing her gaze shift to the hallway for what felt like the 100th time they took to giggling and quietly talking to each other. 

As the credits rolled across the screen, Chessy was finally granted some reprieve from her torture. Elizabeth and Y/n came around the corner arms linked, quietly giggling over a sketchbook. 

“Oh Y/n, you’re just delightful. I can’t believe you’ve done four weddings here and I’m only just meeting you.” Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief.

“My brides are always extremely high maintenance. They make it a bit hard to socialize at all!”

“Well, I’ll have to have you come by my local studio sometime. We just have to get together again.”

“Oh Elizabeth, that’d be great. I’ll have Chessy give you my info and we can connect sometime soon.” Y/n smiled as she placed her hands on Chessy’s head affectionately over the back of the couch.

“I’ll be sure to share that.” Chessy mumbled gazing up at the two of you. Both of their eyes still on the sketchbook. 

“Perfect! Girls, it's getting rather late. Say goodnight.” Elizabeth smiled down at the twins while rubbing her hand over Y/n’s shoulder. The girls obediently wished their goodnights before leaving the room. As they left Y/n caught sight of the time herself. 

“It is a bit late, I should head home. I’ve got a few early meetings. It was lovely meeting you all. Chess, will you walk me out?” Y/n asked, finally meeting the older woman’s gaze. The older woman followed behind Y/n closely and as soon as they were out of sight of the family her hands were resting on her waist. 

They came to a stop outside of Y/n’s car and the younger woman turned to face Chessy, “Well that was fun.” Y/n smiled as Chessy backed her into the car. 

“Well I’m glad someone had fun.” Chessy mumbled wrapping her arms around Y/n’s waist with a pout.

“And what’s that supposed to mean? Did you not have fun tonight?” Y/n frowned as Chessy sighed and dodged her eyes.

“I barely saw you tonight.” Chessy huffed. 

Y/n looked over the nanny’s face with a smile. Seeing the jealousy simmering in her mind. With a grin Y/n splayed her hands across Chessy’s chest and pulled on the collar of her shirt. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” 

“What? Pshh, No.” Chessy rolled her eyes. 

“Oh I don’t think that’s true at all.” 

“Well, I think you spent the whole evening with the Elizabeth James.” 

“Chess…” Y/n dragged out, pulling the older woman closer to her.The older woman grumbled but ultimately sighed as the younger woman pinched her cheek. “You know I would’ve stayed if you asked.”

“You seemed so excited. Listen I’m just grumpy the evening didn’t go as planned. I don’t particularly like sharing you.” 

“Well next time, we’ll aim for no interruptions hm?” Y/n smiled sweetly.

“I like the sound of that.” 

“Now give me a kiss so we can say goodnight.”

taglist: @theonefairygodmother , @sleep-deprived-athlete

[m1ssunderstanding]

Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 3.2

The thing is Paul just physically can't say what he feels. It's just an impossibility for him. So if he says reading a negative article about himself “doesn't help” or “it's not good” but it “doesn't get home” I just assume he means ‘It hurts, but I can't think about that too hard or I'll go into a self-hate suicidal spiral again’. 

I always love how Paul says Linda. “Linder is er, nature mad.” 

She!!

Hearing Paul talk about watching Mary be born makes me wonder if John was there with Sean? Also I wonder if Linda would talk about the experience so glowingly. Probably. She's tough as nails. I had a lovely experience, personally, after the epidural lol

“Dear friend . . . I'm in love with a friend of mine.” This is such a strange and beautiful song. It's a man who has to apologize to his friend for falling in love with someone else. At least, that's my interpretation. What's everyone else's?

I understand why he's so closed off. I do. But when John is going off every five seconds, we're missing half the picture here and it's turning out warped. They really are such a good study of attachment honestly.

“Nothing will ever break the love we have for each other.” White-knuckling my way through this section with this quote clenched in my fist.

Yoko, talking about John fighting with Paul: any couple will go from swearing to kissing and it's like that. What favors are you doing yourself here, babe? Maybe John's the PR mastermind between the two of them.

I find John's comparison of working with his romantic partner to being ambidextrous very confusing. Does he mean just doing two things at once?

“If I can't have a fight with my best friend, I don't know who I can have a fight with.” -- Intro slutty gender-fluid Wings Paul my beloved -- “Tell me why, why, why do you treat me so bad? So bad? When you're the best friend a man ever had?” I heard on some podcast somewhere. Someone was going on about how forward-thinking the Beatles were to refer to the women in their songs as “friends”. And I was like, nununununu do not give them that credit.

This is just soooo. In this era? 90 minutes in the middle of a recording session?

John: Sorry, my estranged fiance is calling, gotta take a break. Guitarist: again? Drummer: how estranged can they be if they call every three minutes? Yoko: should we just record the other parts or . . . John: (receiver cradled to his cheek, lovesick grin on his face) Hey, how was Heather's school program? Haha, yeah, I bet she was.

Okay, so you've made up with Paul and now you're done being homophobic? *Cardi b voice* well that's suspicious. 

The fact that John's asking Paul to play on stage with him in 1972?? Ugh! If it was just about legalities and money and shit I would be genuinely so pissed at Paul for not going. If only because Come Together sounds incredibly lame without his bass and piano. But also for the obvious fix-it reasons. I have to remind myself of how truly awful Klein was. By being the only one to stand firm against him, Paul actually ended up saving them all from a lot of trouble. But gosh would this have been good!

Things normal people say, for sure, for sure.

Okay in my head it went like this. John calls George and bitches about what an egomaniac Paul is because he won't do anything with him as long as Klein is involved. George gets off the phone and calls Ringo and they make a bet as to how long it is until John decides they should get rid of Klein. 

“Where's your audience, Paul?” “In the theater, Dave.” As he should. The cuntiness is unparalleled. Yeah, maybe people like to see a family friendly eclectic magic pixie sexy hard rock floor show? Ever thought about that, Dave?

Anyway, he seems genuinely pissed when the interviewer even mentions the other Beatles and he refuses to even admit he still talks to any of them. Why? 

John's just so benevolent and selfless. He's completely straight, of course, but he's always offering to do gay shit. You know. To be nice. 

I forget that not only was May their literal employee, but she was ten years younger on top of that. And yet, she managed to do so much good in that relationship. I have so much respect for her. 

There's obviously a lot going on behind the scenes that they don't say in interviews. Duh. But I wonder what it is that caused Paul to be so open and happy in this interview where he's asked about the other Beatles compared to before. I wonder if he and John had a really lovely talk, or if he's heard a demo of “I know, I know.” Or maybe it's just he's so reassured that they've got rid of Klein that he feels safe acting open to a reunion on record. Who knows, Yoko. 

So so smart to pair “In My Life” handwritten lyrics with the matching lyrics of “I know I know” playing at the same time. I forget about that connection (“I love you more”) because it's so overshadowed by the “than yesterday” right after. I seriously wonder if John thought he was being so obvious with this one the way he was with HDYS and half hoped people would ask him if it was about Paul and he could make up for the whole thing. Because it's just so heavy-handed. It's beautiful. I love it. I'm sure Paul loved it. But yeah. John's just beating us over the head with the references here. 

I also wonder (very tentatively!!!) if Paul was maybe a bit more emotionally vulnerable with John than we usually think. I would never think this except for the “you know I nearly broke down and cried” “I'm sorry that I made you cry” and “no more crying!” I don't know. What do we think? 

His little baby smirk. It's so silly and cute. He's being very positive about getting back together, and the interviewer asks if John would initiate that. Just a very coy, “a, well, I couldn't say.” I wonder if at that point if he'd said on live tv that he wanted to get together again if it would've happened. Seems like it might have, but I understand him being scared. 

Elton John taking pictures like a fan and John: I wanna impound all those photos till I get me green card. What a random idea for a commercial. I love it, obviously, it's hilarious. I wonder who thought of it. 

This doc is so good at implication. The smirk as “loving in the palm of my hand” plays. That's not a reference to hand jobs, is it? Certainly not talking to someone with beautiful hands?

Everyone go look up Nineteen Hundred Eighty Five on YouTube. The singing sex is something else, yeah, but I'm always so blown away by the piano part. The fact that he's self taught and doesn't read music and this man will go on to compose symphonies.