#i wanted to explain my absence but I feel weird doing that idk

[pizzaqueen]

Another scene from the widower!Steve verse (which I’m calling That Same Old Feeling and I’ll be tagging anything for it tsofverse if anyone is interested in seeing more scenes/snippets); this takes place during the second time Eddie and Steve meet after not seeing each other for about 20 years, c. 2012

Just under 700 words, rated T, vaguely vaguely suggestive because it leads up to their first time together again but cuts off before the action (sorry lol but it’s me! Haha)

It’s surreal, sitting here in Eddie’s apartment, not ten minutes from his own house. Feeling Eddie’s gaze on him, so familiar even after all these years. Shit. It’s been so long.

Steve turns, catches Eddie’s grin, returns it. That’s surreal, too. The last time they met, there weren’t so many smiles. Well, the last time before last night. It all feels like a dream.

Eddie’s grin turns fond, head resting in his hand, elbow resting on the back of the black leather couch. He reaches out and pokes Steve’s knee.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Eddie’s nose screws up. “But it’s… funny.”

“What is?”

“Just… It feels like a lifetime—no, a thousand lifetimes—since I saw you but…” Eddie looks to the side, back to Steve. He lifts a shoulder and adds, “Like no time has passed, as well.”

“Yeah, I know.” So much has happened to Steve since the last time he saw Eddie, and, in some ways, he feels like a completely different person. When he thought of Eddie, over the years, the distance between them felt so fucking huge. But the moment he saw Eddie, last night, it was like he’d only seen him yesterday. “I feel the way I always did with you.”

“Me too.”

Steve bites his lip against a smile and looks Eddie over—his dark hair is still long but it’s threaded with silver, there are deeper crinkles at his eyes, and his arms are totally covered with tattoos now. He still takes Steve’s breath away, still makes his heart beat. Should he feel this way again so soon? He’s not sure he cares. “And you’re still beautiful.”

Eddie lets out a nervous laugh, dipping his head in an oddly shy gesture. He tilts his head further to the side until he’s looking at Steve sideways. “And you’re still one smooth bastard, aren’t you?”

Steve winks and catches Eddie’s chin between his forefinger and thumb. Eddie dips his head, making Steve’s thumb slip up to his lips so he can kiss it. It’s such a small gesture, but it makes Steve’s heart leap and sends sparks skittering up his skin. He shifts his hand, cupping Eddie’s face, and leans in to kiss him softly.

When they part, Eddie has this look on his face that makes Steve’s chest squeeze tight and he can’t… So he kisses Eddie again and again, until all he’s thinking about is being as close to Eddie as possible.

Eddie lets Steve crowd him into the corner of the couch and they make out like a couple of kids until Steve pulls back and says, “You didn’t give me a tour of your apartment yet.”

“Mm?” Eddie blinks, then slowly grins. “No, I didn’t.”

“Maybe you could give me one now.” Steve kisses Eddie’s jaw, down to his neck. “Starting with the bedroom?”

Eddie laughs and pushes Steve away, getting up from the couch. “Right this way, sir,” he says, with a sweep of his hand.

Stumbling to his feet, Steve grabs Eddie’s wrist and tugs, saying, “You’re still a total dork,” and then, “Wait, which way?”

Eddie shakes his head and drags Steve to his bedroom. The pretense of a tour is lost the moment they make it through the door as they kiss and shed their clothes and giggle and Steve hasn’t felt like this in longer than he can remember.

When Eddie’s knees hit the back of the bed and he goes down, he pulls Steve with him; all the memories of this—Eddie under Steve, his thighs around him—flood Steve, almost overwhelming him. And now they get to make more memories.

With that thought, Steve kisses Eddie with everything he has, with a passion he sometimes worried he’d lost and, when they part, Eddie looks as dazed as Steve feels. “Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Eddie reaches up, pushing Steve’s hair out of his face, letting his hand linger along his cheek, his jaw.

“You good?”

Steve nods, nuzzles into Eddie’s palm. “Yeah.” He swallows. “You?”

“Yeah.” Eddie lets his hand drop to Steve’s neck. “Fuck, I missed you,” he says, voice tight with emotion.

“Yeah,” Steve says, “I missed you too,” and, when he kisses Eddie again, the years between them fall away.

[whysojiminimnida]

Remember When I Said Taehyung Might Not Be As Gay As We Thought?

Don't judge a man by his milfy wardrobe, he looks goooood.

It was... awhile ago. Maybe as far back as 2021 although I do not feel like link-searching it. It's in the archives if I didn't kill it.

Granted, there was a lot going on, then. There's still a lot going on and until now I had no desire to ever - EVER - return to this hellsite. Because Taekookers are fucking weird, yo. And some of y'all got a lil bit up in my shit too as I (fuzzily) recall. Which: it's whatever. I'm extremely unsocial, don't even answer my own DMs. And it's not personal, so I get it. I don't need or want to defend myself, but I will protect people I care about. With my absence, if necessary.

OT: I also totally kicked the big C while I've been out so that was nice. Yoongi the cat is pleased that his noms will continue uninterrupted. I will be in wigs for at least another year. It's all good. Oh LOOK at what we have here. Don't come at me for publishing this, I will explain.

I got it from actual media days ago, okay, and also: there was no expectation of real privacy. Keep reading. Or don't, I'm not telling you what to do.

ANYWAY. I had to come back, mainly to say TAENNIE IS REAL I TOLD Y'ALL IDK WHY NOBODY EVER BELIEVES ME BUT HERE WE ARE. I'm gloating. Honestly, it's so rude, I'd apologize if I cared. But I am rude and snorfling into my cheerios about this. Tae just made me so damn happy, is all.

LET THE MAN BE BI OR HETEROFLEXIBLE OR EVEN STRAIGHT IDC. Jennie clearly makes him happy. Look at his "I'm going to Paris to see my girlfriend" face!

And in that very specific jewelry look, no less. Foundrae. Again. Still. Hm.

Here's what I can tell you based on my limited third hand no sources no receipts this is probably utter bullshit usual disclaimer: It's a soft open, kids. This whole "oopsie we just so happened to get caught taking a lil walk in public with our managers in tow during which date at least one of us signed several autographs, what a surprise" is in fact a soft open for what will likely be a public confirmation PRETTY DAMN SOON. It might happen before I get this thing published, actually, depending on when I get it up. If it's before May 22 at noon my time, no idea. If after, well. Guess we'll see. Jennie's supposed to show up at the screening of HBO's The Idol that day, screening at the Grand Lumiere at 10:30 CEST. One wonders if she will arrive alone, or bring a plus one. It's a big ask, and if he does it they're probably getting married, that's how big a deal it would be. So I'm not holding my breath, but.

This seems like a reasonable prospect for a plus-one viewing. Might not be the only one but... Jennie's IN IT so.

I'M NOT SAYING THIS IS GONNA HAPPEN. I think it would be a fucking POWER move if it did, but I also do not necessarily expect that it will. It COULD. It... MIGHT. It might not. Either way they're a thing, I'm telling you. They are, have been, a thing. For awhile. And it is apparently quite serious - like up to and including talk of engagement serious.

Remember when a bunch of folk thought that one gummy bear dude was going to jail for "hacking" Jennie's phone only there's been no actual movement on any "investigation"? Yeah. Trickle truthing, they call it. Give 'em a little bit, let them deny it and yell and chew on it for awhile before you give 'em a little more. But c'mon, nobody's wearing half the love-themed couple pieces at Foundrae for no damn reason.

Seriously they got the whole collection almost and both have been seen wearing them almost exclusively. For a year.See airport pic above.

Look, I don't have inside info on Taehyung. I do not. I ain't hang with his friends and I don't know him personally. Never met the guy. But I know a PR move when I see one and this is exactly that.

We all know how toxic stan culture can be. Some ToadlicKKers (and a few of us house elves) are certifiably bonkers, if stan twitter is anything to go by. And the guys, the company, they expect a whole meltdown. They know this is not gonna make half their fans happy. I mean the tkkers have a point in that it looks like they wanted to be seen. BECAUSE IT'S A SOFT OPEN. What Taejen/Taennie/Jenhyung and the companies also know is that based on historic shipper behavior, this is gonna come back on Jimin, Jungkook, maybe Rose' and Lisa. And by extension, the other members. Maybe not as much due to their respective distance, but still. I bet by the time I finish this it will have already started.

Oh look there it is. Fuck those bitches, really.

Good LORDT. I'm not adding the audio, if y'all are that hungry for psycho hose beast Jimin hate hie thee to stan twt.

But, totally off-topic kinda...

... wouldn't it be cool if Jennie, who speaks great English, was hanging out with Troye Sivan and was like "so you know my boyfriend tells me that his bffs..." I'M JUST SAYING NETWORKING IS COOL AND FRIENDS OF FRIENDS GET THINGS DONE OKAY.

You know that girl has the scoop. If Tae knows it, she knows it. Oh heeeeyyy Troye.

Also OT: I love that Taekook have been hanging out a little more lately. It's refreshing. I genuinely think having Jennie in his life has been good for Tae in several ways. And you know, I'm kinda surprised Taennie has lasted this long. I didn't honestly think they would. It warms my decrepit, sad old heart a bit. Turns out I have a lot more to say so IDK IDK, if I feel okay about it I might be back. Right now I'm just waiting for the official Taennie nod and the continued total meltdown.

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

how did it take me so long to start calling myself aromantic/arospec. like now that ive actually started using the term for myself its so crazy to me that i wasnt using this term since the first time i heard about it. i literally remember like almost a year ago being like "i wish i could just call myself aromantic itd just be a way easier way to explain to people the sort of relationships i want since im interested in sex and really close friendships but not really interested in traditional romantic relationships right now" like my brother you CAN?? jesus fuck. like this thought came aftera series of relationships where i would tell my friends that i had a crush on someone, then the relationship progressed in someway, then i got the sense that the person i was interested in had romantic feelings for me and id get this weird horrible feeling and would run away. and i was literally like "what is this whats going on". i was like woah this must be like.... commitment issues or something. like i was going around telling people that. i was getting over commitment issues that were surely temporary. but they werent asking me to commit to anything they just had feelings for me that i couldnt reciprocate bcz i was just attracted to them and wanted to me friends with them and i thought thats what romantic attraction was. i literally remember telling someone abt someone i liked an they were like "why dont u ask them out?" an my answer was just that i was trying to find reasons not to and i couldnt. cuz i was attracted to them and liked spending time with them and liked being their friend but i was so so happy not being in a romantic relationship anymore and i couldnt shake the feeling that if i got into another one even with the perfect person it was literally gonna ruin my life and i would have to pretend to have feelings that i didnt have.

idk im frustrated that i hadnt considered it sooner but its also kinda exciting to discover something abt urself an ur sexuality. like this label brings me the same joy that other labels that ive discovered fit me do like i feel like how i felt when i came to terms w being trans an being bisexual. i feel like im 13 again finding trans and bisexual youtubers and being like "??? there are others?" like ppl dont talk abut it as much w being aro and ace bcz those are defined by the absence of a feeling rather than the presence of one but it really can be just as exciting to find out that you're aro or ace as it can be to discover that you're a lesbian or gay or transgender or something.

like not to be cheesy but discovering that i could just. have friends and also have sex made everything kinda click in my head for me. like literally i felt like a more complete person. experiencing that and realizing like. oh. this is amazing this is literally all i want like nothing is missing. i literally just dont have to do romance stuff like no ones making me do that why did i think i have to do that. like oh my god this is such a good feeling i really can do whatever i want forever.

this post doesnt rly have a point exactly i just kinda have a lot of feelings to get out. i love you aromantic ppl i love being aromantic it fucking rules actually. every aromantic person whos posted abt their experience an helped me get comfortable w the label i owe u a hundred billion dollars jesus christ i love you guys

[rey-jake-therapist]

i have to admit, i haven't been reading all of ur answers to the anons bc i dont want to give myself much hope 😭 but i have noticed that you've been talking about elrond kiss and have to share my thoughts. first of all, i do not believe it was sauron cosplaying. i think maybe they were testing the waters to see if they could dismiss the lorists (maybe even for haladriel, as i don't believe they were going to take this kiss any further) and i'm nervous that their takeaway from this backlash will be that they should cater to the lorists.

however, i was wondering, so the kiss was meant to be a very absolute farewell. wouldn't it be a weak narrative development to have them reunite so soon after such dramatic, over-the-top goodbye?

unfortunately, i still believe that haladriel split again at the end of s2. but this thought about a feeling of finality in e/g separation was too emphasized for them to just reunite after the battle. idk, maybe i'm reading too much into it.

I have truly no idea why they did such a thing. Including such a scene for shock value, only to "test the water" seems to be a very, very poor narrative choice to me.

A scene has to mean something in universe. Elrond kissing Galadriel on the mouth, even in a "deception trope", doesn't mean anything in universe, because of the way it was filmed : we don't see Adar and the Orcs reacting to this kiss. I mean, we see Adar react afterwards as if he was going to vomit in his mouth (a sentiment I shared when I watched the kiss the first time!! Nevermind that the scene was emotional and the kiss was good, it's Elrond damnit), but we don't see him or the Orcs looking at them kissing. If the point was to say, "Elrond wants to distract them by making them looking at their faces and not their hands," why focusing so much on the kiss and not on those who were watching?

The fact that they chose to film the scene the way they did, with a very romantic set up and background music, seems to indicate that they did only for shock value, and were more interested in the audience's reaction than in telling a good story. It's sad, if it's the case. And as if it wasnt enougn, they doubled down on their decision by forcing Morfydd to tease the kiss... Like, what were they hoping to achieve?

That said, I'm also not convinced that it was Sauron cosplaying even if it would explain certain things that are wrong with episode 7, like Gil-Galad's sudden disappearance from the battlefield and his absence at the negociations with Adar, Sauron's weird reaction to what he read on the dead body sent by Adar to Eregion, and the fact that he wasn't seen reacting to Galadriel's presence and emprisonment by Adar; regarding this last point though, it's possible he simply believes her to be with the Elvish army. We as the audience tend to forget that the characters don't all know what we know, even if they are powerful evil sorcerers ;)

And indeed, you're right, if Elrond and Galadriel reunite it makes the kiss and the emotion it conveys almost meaningless. But if we're being honest, it would not be the first time they would do something like that : Nori and Poppy had a very emotional goodbye scene in season 1, only for them to reunite very quickly in season 2. It made their heartbreaking separation fall flat. But at least, in this case, the writers may have the excuse that they didn't plan to have them reunite in season 2 when they filmed the goodbye scene in season 1.

[octoberobserver]

Those Days In Between - Sneak Peek 3

Continued from the Reddie-fucked-during-the-27-years-and-forgot-then-remembered snippet from here & here

“So we…lost our virginity to each other then?”

“Seems like it, Eduardo.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah. Huh.”

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

“That sorta…changes things.”

Richie caught his eye.

“It does?”

“...Doesn’t it?”

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

The clock seemed to be getting louder somehow.

“You want a drink?”

“What?”

Richie shrugged, breaking eye contact and gesturing to the half-empty bottle of bourbon on his coffee table. A ‘gift’ from Steve that read a lot like a bribe for him to go on James Cordon and explain his shock exit on stage and subsequent absence from the public eye.

There was not enough bourbon or top-shelf whiskey in the world to make him go anywhere near that vapid asshole.

But it was cute of Steve to think one bottle of 12-year-old Van Winkle would do it.

“I uh…I remember us drinking straight bourbon once or twice over the years,” he murmured as he crossed the room to get some of the fancy glasses out of the pristine, mostly empty liquor cabinet.

'Bout the only straight thing we did do.

“And I don’t know about you, Eds,” he coughed lightly, his face on fire, “but I feel like I need a drink for this conversation.”

Eddie merely hummed his response. Richie could feel his eyes trailing from one side of the room to the other and fought the shake it brought to his hands.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in New York, Rich?”

“What?”

“Bev told me you’ve been in New York for the last three weeks. That you had coffee with her when she was in town last Wednesday.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“I live here, and you didn’t say a word. Why?”

“I dunno, man! Maybe it’s ‘cause I was worried that you’d burst in unannounced and say, ‘hey, we fucked like rabbits then forgot multiple times,’ and I’d have to deal with that Twilight Zone bullshit?”

Eddie’s face was pinched.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me since Derry?”

“I haven’t been avoid—”

“I called you four times over the last three months, and they went to voicemail every time.”

“Who calls these days, dude? I text you back—”

“You sent me some stupid Spongebob meme. That does not constitute ‘texting back.’”

“Eds—”

“I knew it,” Eddie shook his head, hands karate-chopping through the air. “It’s weird. You're weird. <i>We’re </i>weird. We’re not gonna be able to get past this, are we?”

Richie felt himself deflate, his entire body crumpling in on itself as a rush of images, rife with those days in between…those days in the twenty-plus years where they were forced apart by an evil, supernatural entity yet still managed to find one another. Someway, somehow.

He let out a long, deep breath and spoke to his glass.

“We don’t need to get past it, Eddie. It’s…it’s part of us, I think. Part of our history. And yeah, it’s a little weird that we forgot that we had sex a bunch’a times in the ‘90s and early ‘00s, but it’s not gonna break us, man. Not if we don’t let it.”

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idk if people are still interested in this but I've been finishing up Helpin' Hand and it has just been sitting unfinished in my google docs so I'd thought I'd share more @fandoms-are-gonna-kill-me @gravitykeith @allaboutthedrama @4nemo1egend

[mingos]

oof. so… hello.

i know i’m not obligated to explain my absences, but i figured i should anyway because this is actually a long-standing issue i've been dealing with that, god fucking willing, doesn't happen againーbut that is what i told myself three weeks ago before it happened again. basically, because it can sometimes be so common, kinda just want to give a heads up if i ever start acting weird or distant because apparently i've upset some people i didn't mean to.

that stresses me out because, as i've mentioned before, i kind of have this tendency to shut down completely during stressful situations and not speak to anybody, which eventually turns into friends dropping me for a perceived lack of interest (not their fault, my fault). i'm actively trying to break that habit & be okay with vulnerability, so i want to be honest about where i've been and where i could potentially go in the future if this shit happens againーin a few weeks, in a few months, tomorrow... it all just depends, it's not a situation i can control. i'm not trying to ignore people. i just deal with a lot sometimes.

content warnings immediately below the cut but idk maybe just don’t read this if you’re in a bad headspace, or a really good headspace that you don't want ruined. no one should read this, actually. just jump to the last two paragraphs. this is just me explaining i'll hopefully feel okay enough to be back by the weekend.

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cw: alcoholism; cw: domestic abuse; cw: gen. bad mental health

　i currently live in a dysfunctional situation with an alcoholic & addict family member as the last person in our family yet to distance themselves/cut them off. reason being is they relapse a lot. like, “an average of at least once every 2-4 months since i was 14” a lot. this is a long-standing problem. they’ve been through quite literally every treatment plan imaginable and nothing has stuck.

i do love this person; the majority of the time they're not relapsing, they’re kind & loving. when it’s good, it’s good. but when it’s bad jesus christ… i gotta level with you and say i've feared for my life a couple times.

they become angry & spiteful when drunk and, as of the last few years, physical. mostly when i try to confiscate things i find because i'm "stealing their property" and it’s therefore, to their drunk mind, justifiable. this is a mindset i’m still trying to unlearn because of course i don’t deserve it—taking a wine bottle away from an alcoholic for their own good isn’t justification for them almost suffocating you in an attempt to get it back, or breaking the lock on your bedroom door—but it’s hard to internalize that sometimes when your brain is beaten down, y’know?

when not being guilted into silence so i don’t “ruin their life more” or get threatened with being removed from the house by police, i’ve pretty much exhausted any sympathy or help i get from the rest of my family. half of them either have my # blocked or don’t answer under the weird assumption my family member is going to… use my phone to contact them? which is something that’s never happened before. the other half kind of just shrug because i’m choosing to say here and am an adult with the ability to leave whenever i want, just like they did.

　but i can’t leave—because, like i said, it’s just me now. no one else checks on this person, no one else lives with us, and i’ve already had to call 911 for them multiple times. living with them during a relapse is hell but so is whenever i have to leave the house because if something happens to them or their dog that suddenly becomes my fault. basically, whenever these episodes happen it’s just several days (or weeks) of nonstop stress. but there's nothing else i can really do. i just have to put up with it & ride it out.

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　things have finally calmed down again; apologies were made, talks were had, we cleaned out their stash together... i finally have some breathing room. kind of. i still have no energy to do anything because i've just been in survival mode the last week (& also sick), so hopefully i can be back to writing by this weekend but i really don't know. i'm still paranoid something bad is going to happen so maybe i'm not out of that mindset just yetーi need to decompress a little before i can feel normal again.

thank you for your patience, and for those who have checked on me & especially those who were understanding it was kind of hard for me to have the energy to talk outside of my one or two comfort people. i miss you all very many and hope nothing more for you all to be loved, warm & safe. love you all very many.

[phantomoftheorpheum]

hii 🩷 do you have any ideas about who could’ve leaked the girls’s phone numbers? or maybe that storyline isn’t as important as i think.

and i agree, if shawn isn’t bad in any way and they’ve just had noa go through this infidelity (bisexual stereotype) storyline with jen, that’s really rough and would turn me off of noa honestly 😅 i seem to be in the minority on that though.

at first i was so not into the church storyline but it definitely seems like some cult weirdness is going to happen so i’m looking forward to that. for once i agree with greg lmao. i will say, it still surprises me that no one calls out how weird it is that greg was saying karen and is now dating kelly. why does no one care? lol

who do you think would be the most surprising person connected to bloody rose? i think ash or henry. but it is weird how little screen time shawn is getting. but on the other hand, chip had a a good amount of screen time early on. the only knew character i would be surprised by is christian, just bc it seems too obvious and recycled from chip.

Hi Nonny! So happy you brought this up, because I’ve definitely been thinking about it and now you’ve prompted me to put down those thoughts in words.

First of all, I do think the numbers thing matters. If there weren’t some sort of personal betrayal going on here, why would they bother to bring it up so much? I don’t think audiences would question how the antagonists got the girl’s numbers if they just didn’t explain/mention it all. A (and in this case, Bloody Rose) has always had somewhat inexplicable access to the Liars. So it does feel relevant. But I wonder if it’s not more likely that the leak came from an established character (Henry, Ash, Shawn, Kelly, etc.) than any of the new characters who got the numbers on camera. Those established characters are the people who I would expect to have ALL of the girl’s numbers, and not just one. On the other hand, it could just be someone got access to one of the girl’s phones, or that “Rose” got that info from multiple sources. Idk, but I think you’re right not to have forgotten about it.

I’m with you on Christian atm. He just seems so obvious and I feel like they’re intentionally making him look suspicious immediately. Maybe they’re trying to make us overthink it (that would be me), but right now he’s low on my list.

Honestly, no clue about the Greg/Kelly thing. I remember thinking how weird it was in season 1, but then so much stuff happened and it just kind of got lost in the background. It IS weird, but I’m not sure if we’re supposed to feel weird about it at this point. It just feels like they didn’t want to waste time trying to explain it, I think?

Yeah, on the Shawn/Noa/Jen sort of love triangle- I’m REALLY not a fan of infidelity plot lines, and I also am not comfortable with the way it reinforces negative stereotypes of bisexuality. Luckily, I’m not particularly invested in Noa/Shawn as a relationship (Mouse/Ash is by far my favorite canon ship), but so far he’s been a very good boyfriend, so it does make me feel bad for him and like that I wish Noa would just break up with him ASAP, if that’s where all this is going.

Speaking of Shawn. His presence/absence is really nagging at me this season. He was in quite a few scenes the first 2 eps, then basically vanished in this one. But they’ve bothered to give him a job with Faran, Greg, and Ash, and why do that (why not just pay another extra?) if they’re phasing the character out? And then him not being at the party… Was the sole reason he wasn’t at Mouse’s birthday because the show wanted Noa/Jen scenes and they weren’t sure how to make it happen if Shawn were there? Because I guess it COULD be that. Maybe they (the writers) just didn’t want him there so we suspect him? I just don’t get why Noa said it wasn’t his scene. Like… Shawn seems to enjoy all the parties in season one and he’s the one who wanted to go to the dance in season one. So does Noa just mean rollerskating? Shawn has always been a very social character. He’s working at the pool and seems to hang out with Ash and Greg. So… you’re telling me that Noa’s long term boyfriend just isn’t going to go? His girlfriend will be there. The guys we see him hang out with the most are there. Faran, who he works with, will be there. Mouse, whose birthday it is, is the girlfriend of one of Shawn’s guy friends AND one of the best friends of Shawn’s girlfriend. Why would he not be there??? I’m just really conflicted on if I think Shawn’s inconsistent presence is plot relevant, or just a casualty of not being very important. Is it just a result of the production making some odd choices? (Okay, you can see my overthinking tendencies in full force here.) My gut says that all of this may point to Shawn being an antagonist, but I think I need to see a little more.

Then about Jen and the money - I brought this thought up in my original post, and after rewatching the scene, Jen specifically says that she and her mom need the money. Mothers & daughters and what they are willing to do for each other is literally the foundation of this show, and so that does seem significant to me. Like I said in my previous post, if Jen is in desperate need of money, is it possible that she’s being paid to get close to Noa again and give someone info? OR are they (the writers) telling us about her financial issues because she WILL do something like this later in the season?

The other two major missing characters during the rollerskating party (Henry and Ash) at least have good reasons that make sense. Henry bails on the party because he’s still upset with Faran for lying to him, so it’s not a surprise he’s not there. Ash is supposed to pick Mouse up, so it makes sense that he wouldn’t already be at the party. (I also did notice Johnny kind of vanishes for a while at the party).

I think Ash would be a really shocking character to be a bad guy. He’s never felt personally connected to the murder/revenge plots. I also think production is probably aware of the negative response in the original show of having the only trans rep end up “evil” (and since they backtracked on Ezra this season, I don’t think they would want to repeat that), but you never know. If there were more trans rep in the show, I would be more suspicious of Ash. Selfishly, I really love Ash and want him around for any possible future seasons, so I don’t want him to be a villain.

I think THE most shocking villain reveal for me, would be if one of Liars’ Moms were involved. I don’t think that’s at all likely (since all their roles seem greatly reduced this season), but it would definitely be completely shocking. But considering their minimal role this season, it would also be disappointing. I think I’m naturally overly suspicious, because everyone I think of, I’m like… “hhhmmm, I could see it.” It would surprise me if Greg were the mastermind behind things.

[doyourequirefirstaid]

ooc housecleaning: or, “where the hell has Sam been?”

hey guys. this is the blog with my most mutuals and stuff, so.

it turns out the steady decline in energy (and consequently rp blog activity) is because my body went haywire and ate my pancreas. yeah. like some sort of Alien shit, exactly. i’m an Adult Onset Type 1 Diabetic. after a couple months of suspicious labs and a few weeks of “oh shit, that’s what it is, isn’t it,” i got diagnosed officially on the 12th after a decline of probably… idk. at least three, maybe four years. not sure when true onset was, and we will probably never know.

health-wise i’m in a weird spot; parts of my pancreas still work, but will slowly lose function entirely. until then, however, i can’t manually balance my insulin. i’m learning and absorbing so much, and it’s kind of a lot. i’m on a 24hr insulin already, which has helped with my energy levels and overall well-being so much, but i’m also trying to build a new routine and absorb a shitton of info and keep track of meds and dr visits and try not to get fired from my job because of absences. so i’m doing better, but suddenly busier and kinda overwhelmed.

so like, things are going to get better, but slowly. i want to be here, and i feel more able to be here, but it’ll be gradual and spotty. plus they’re screening me for other comorbid autoimmune disorders, so we’ll see how that goes. my mom is almost done with chemo though, and it’s gone really well, thank God, so y’know. it may be pouring but the thunder is tapering off.

anyway. i know y’all aren’t demanding a reason for anything. you’re all very cool and patient and i appreciate you guys. but i wanted to let y’all know what’s up, as much to explain myself as to give an explanation, if that makes sense?

i hope very much to be back here at 2017/2018 levels in short order. i love Aid, i love all my other muses, the friends and connections i’ve made, and i want that back. so i’ll make it happen, now that i’m able to. thanks for sticking around 💜

[ama-dillo]

So I was talking to my brother and we were cackling about the deaths in supernatural. Like this isn't how you end a show. Who tf did Sam marry? Where is Cas? How the fuck did he "help" with heaven if he's DEAD!?! Dean never got his tetanus shot and dies and Sam agrees to not bring him back. Who on spn's writing and producing staff was like " I know! We retcon the already flawed ending we had and kill them off!" And everyone clapped I presume. Like what? Sam's son! Does he hunt? No? Then what? Sam looks so old and his son looks like 16 and his son doesn't even cry he's just like "you can die now" DIRECT QUOTE. What fan is clapping at the end of this.

Me personally watching it again I was singing and dancing and making paroidies of songs about how everyone is dead. I was ngl actually insane. I have never been so mad everrr. EVERRRR. Idk I just feel betrayed by this season. Besides the episode about Lady Luck. Everything else made me pissed.

This isn't a win. I have been explaining the plot to my brother and he said " Why wouldn't they just except gods deal, if everyone dies" and that's true! And some redditor reminded me. Wtf happened to the other worlds are they just dead forever. Sam and Dean were okay with every other world dying except Thiers. They only surrender when there is nothing left. No matter the good they have done BILLIONS UPON BILLONS OF LIVES ARE GONE BECAUSE THEY WANTED TO NOT KILL EACH OTHER. That is in direct conflict with EVERYTHING THIS SHOW HAS BEEN ABOUT!!!

That's not the boys I've been following for 14 seasons. Is that the ones you have? And also I realize Supernatural isn't as popular as I once thought. Most people haven't even binged the whole thing. They think it should have ended after season five. Or their favorite character is someone who briefly shows up and then never comes back again. What I have to say about those people is do you care about these characters? Do you like this show? Because in season five Sam gets sent to be tortured in hell forever. Clearly you didn't like him.

One of my favorite episodes EVER "Lebanon" is in the later seasons. And dismissing seasons you haven't even SEEN is ridiculous. How can you call yourself a fan if in all those years of fandom you could watch four more seasons. Or whatever. It makes me kinda mad. I know that's not the case for everyone but I seeing a shit load of it on mother's Hellsite ( aka Here, duh).

I have changed and grow throughout this binge and learned to like Supernatural on a deeper level and those who reduce it to " It's SUPPOSED TO BE BAD" Make me want to pull a Crowley and 😁🗡️ 💀⚰️

But those are my feelings. If yours differ that's valid. You are valid.

I just wish this whole season didn't feel like a dark fever dream. Every scene was like some weird song and dance sequence. Or a bizaro reality played out for way too long. At every death or absence someone at some point said that they wouldn't be gone " tHeY wOuLd Be iN tHiEr HeArT" ☹️😭🤢🤮

Criminal.

Everything seemed weak like at the end they were gonna pull some "it was all a dream" crap on us. Season 15 didn't feel like an ending. Not even close.

I can't express how I felt at the end of this. Hollowed out, would be the closest. I thought I would cry or something but it felt so cheap.

Don't get me started on the reconning of the lore. I haven't seen the prequel yet but I'm guessing it's more of the same. People told me it was a flop so I'm guessing keeper of spn or whatever revival reunion spin-off isn't happening.

Disappointed. But also I felt freedom. Like supernatural was holding me to something and finishing it let me go.

[isaysorryverysoftly]

I just wanna explain my extremely personal relationship to the feeling of falling out of a tree because it will be a major theme in some of my literary work, just because oh my gosh i just cant stop wanting to say the sentence 'why don't we go hang out and fall out of some trees'

As i child, perhaps 9 I fell out of a tree that was probably like idk, three metres high, maybe four. At the time i said it was 7. Idk, it was certainly higher than i ever climbed before. I got that like ‘passing beyond reality’ feeling, like, i am so high i could just abandon my life and stay up here forever because they just, i’m just not in this world anymore. Anyway, I fell out of the tree and landed into a rocky outcrop, like this kind of low garden fence made out of spikey pieces of shale to denote the path from the garden section. I landed on my back upon this wall. It just felt kind of funny and good. I think i hit my head as well. There was no pain, there was no bruise at all, it felt actually really really fun. And not just the falling to. The idea that my body was this immortal thing, to feel hard things hit me and laugh at it, it felt playful, like i was play fighting with gravity. The fact i was able to laugh it off when my friends grandma came up seriously concerned that i had like died or worse, gotten expelled from walking (I dont actually think that not being able to walk is worse than dying but i wanted to make a harry potter reference here). The idea that danger could be funny was better than the absence of danger, immortality wasn’t a tool for protection, it was a tool for play, it was a tool for playful little gestures, from this feeling that the floor/ground was connected to the branches in no order. That i didn’t have to climb down the tree to get there, that i could change my mind at any time. That god would let me change my mind, and as a joke i could say ‘bye guys’ and fall off, and there would be this weird threat that i might get hurt, but i just wouldn’t. 

SO yeah what I took from this was not the fact god protects me, but that he enables certain experiences to even exist. Like I am probably the only girl in the world who can think of falling out of trees as fun, but I do all the time, and i want to, I find it so empowering, its like a core of my personality, its like something no one can take away from me. I want to do dumb shit and fall over and get covered in dirt and have none of it amount to stopping me. I want trees to snap and then laugh about it. I want to fall out of the third story building and die and get revived. I want to laugh at mortality, i want to laugh at danger, i want to laugh at precaution, at safety regulations, at fear. I want to take it seriously too, but not so seriously that i cannot laugh at it. I want to go back and forth between the two in a dance of faith and love. Danger and laughing at it. Its good. I can never now, in my mind not fathom how whimsical and fun it felt to be protected by the holy spirit in that context. I will use this experience forever to generate endless more, and this lack of fear just makes me better at loving. I am always the first one to come up with dumb dangerous ideas and everyone loves them, everyone laughs at the absurd bravery, but its a bravery made by real love, a real feeling love from the angels who saved me in that situation, or whatever inner holy love god power thing did, whatever. It’s all real, i don't say dumb stuff out of pessimism, ever. I don’t say ‘what if you just did a backflip right now’, because i want someone to get hurt. No, I say it out of maniacal love, because i want my friends to do anything that would be cool or crazy or funny because god is real, and everything is possible, and everything is good. The only limit is when i get bored of doing dumb backflips which is actually pretty quick, like i could probably watch like three backflips tops until i get bored, 6 if they were a part of some kind of joke, and the joke was constantly evolving. Like idk, if someone was doing like an impression of someone but then they just started adding backflips at really weird times during the impression. Idk…

So yeah in conclusion, experience a miracle, i think, but it doesn’t even matter, i feel like a godly lesson was imparted on me, the following: It’s not just that i am protected by miracles, it’s that my experience can be extended by miracles, that i could laugh and joke on the side of hope, on the side that we could jump out of the window and be fine, that we could smile happily and confidently at the prospect that we would be saved at doing that. That it wouldn’t have to be an ironic imagination, filled with dark humour. That it would feel like we really could do that miracle, and it would just be funny and whimsical and awesome, and that would be the purpose of it needing to happen, because we deserve to be happy, and laugh and shine and be thankful for our ability to do such. It is a slapstick comedy that relies on god necessarily, that can't be interpreted as some kind of laughter at the pain of others, it is a divine slap-stick comedy, that relies on the wonderful mystery of our lord and this world that was made, the person getting hurt is the one to be in awe at, for they we’re brave enough to fall in this world and actually ask to be helped, to ask to work with god, in this wonderfully silly moment, to say: ‘hey god, i know what the possible is, and that would be funny and ok for now, but i really want my friends to have their minds like, actually blown, i want them to be delightfully exposed from beyond their comfort zone in a really hilarious way, and plus anyway, i just think it would be great to have more ways to extend my joke making practice, and I think all the jokes i made about dying by falling out of a tree would be better replaced by the possibility that i could fall out and still live, and then i could make jokes about that, about miraculously not dying by falling out of tree.’ I mean ofcourse, children always make jokes about miracles. ‘And then there was an awesome explosion, but i survived’ ‘You can’t survive an explosion’ ‘ yes i can… i will teleport’. But i think this miracle made my expression of this childish(positive connotation) penchant kinda more theological, a bit. Anyway yeah, concluding point: gonna be a pass on Schadenfreude, jokes about being miraculously saved and actually believing in the miracle in those jokes are wayyyyyyyy funnnnnnnnier.

Thanks for listening

[grapecaseschoices]

infam0us 0c rambIings part3

Ask, Part 2

Storge – Unconditional, Familial Love.

1- Did your OC’s parents love them unconditionally? If so then has this helped them feel confident as an adult? If not then how has this affected them? What were the conditions their family attached to their relationship?

It is hard to answer this because we haven't met the dad yet and we also know mom and dad weren't around. I think, from the bit we got, the answer MIGHT be more yes than MC thinks but -- IDK. So partial response.

Team Angry: Ori, Hiyam

Ori: I think Ori has no belief that his parents love him unconditionally. He supposes they do love him but it is very much that qoute: If you love me, Henry, you don't love me in a way I understand. It definitely adds to, if it is not the root of, his insecurities / low self-esteem. And it is definitely the root of his anger and frustration -- and Ori isn't typically one to get ANGRY [BUT he can become highly frustrated, and even feel defeated at times]. It isn't as bad as it could have been because I gave him parents. And he had Seven. For a time he never doubted that SHE loved him sans conditions.

Hiyam: Hiyam actually was, as well, rather unaffected beause she had Seven. I think it seeped into her but she never made time/had the time to really process her parents love - conditions or sans - because 1) they were off making [her] money 2) because, of course, they had expectations of her -- they had white collar jobs and she is their daughter; in her mind it helped push her 3) to a point it became a weird mix of the distance suiting her nature while it was all she knows. 4) She had Seven. Like around the age that even Hiyam couldn't explain away her parents absence, Seven came in like a wrecking ball -- and brought Lucy with her. They fed any empitness she might have -- and Seven came in like a wrecking ball that she was totes too bamboozled to notice anything else. It is not until the shine of Seven disappeared, Hiyam started noticing the cracks in her life. So idk, it did affect her but not in anyway she noticed/is willing to notice [tho it is hard not to recall the lack of support when faced with the Hollands]

Team Indifferent: BJ, Alana, Lala [of sorts]

BJ: It didn't affect him yet it kind of did. I don't think - like Hiyam - BJ weighed too much "do mom and dad love me?" because he had -- duties to fill, one could say. He was busy focused on fulfilling expectations and I think there was the belief if he was a "good kid", they wouldn't be disappointed. Eventually he came not to care. I think he realized - or felt - they didn't love him unconditionally but it was THEIR problem. It is like "Your behavior toward me is not my responsibility. How I react, is" Does it hurt? Yes, at times. But he’s not going to let that control his life.

Alana: I think it led Alana to be disappointed and more eager for their approval than she might want to be -- which probably translated to her bad luck with romance. But eventually, she's kind of tired and brittle regarding the question. She has kind of given up [kind of because she is still disappoonted,amd maybe still hoping for their approval].

Lala: I think Lala is the only one who has learned to meet their parents where they are. Who is WILLING to do so. I don't know if they've made PEACE but its a wip.

2- Does your OC have children? If so then how fiercely do they love them? If they have more than one then do they love them all equally? If they do not have children then is this part of their future plans?

Team Kids: Alana, Bethany Josnel

Team Eh [Poooossiblllly]: Lala

Team But I'M Baby: Ori

Team WTF LOL: Hiyam

3 - How far does parental approval (imagined or expressed) impact upon their current sense of self-worth? What might they sacrifice or attempt to achieve in order to ensure the approval of their parents?

See 1. Though I might come back to this for Alana and Hiyam as the series goes on.

4- Does your OC have any siblings? If so then did their parents have a favourite growing up? Has their relationship with their sibling changed in adulthood? If they don’t have any siblings then do they perhaps feel they have missed out on an important relationship? Do they have any especially close friends who go some way towards filling that role?

Missed Out: Hiyam, Lala, Ori

Did not miss out: BJ, Alana ... Ori?

As for friend who fills that role: For Lala and Ori - more so for Lala - it is Seven. In their eyes he is their little brother. For Ori the band is family but there is no specific label to it -- tho if one pressed, then yeah. Hiyam: Not really? But also Rowan? For Alana and BJ -- I don't think so ... they do consider the band family, but in Ori's mind they're Lilo and Stitching it -- it is another level with/for him. For him with Seven, Seven is LIKE a sister -- she is his twin flame.

5 - Is your OC able to love without necessarily needing or expecting reciprocation or reward? Or are all their relationships to some extent transactional? Have they ever loved another person unconditionally, whether a child or another adult?

Alana: I almost was like duh, ofc the princess of love can love unconditionally -- then it hit ... Alana thinks she does. And she CAN. But so much of her dynamics have been transactional - outside if the band and Seven - and with her parents being as they are, there is definitely the belief that she needs to give something in order to get love back. But I think there is also the idea of when she does give and give, love should [or some mimicry] should be handed over. It isn't as egotistical as it sounds but I think it has led to a bit of selfishness as she finds her way out of what toxicity has burdened upon her shoulders. I think there is a lot of selfishness and expectation - at first - in her newly realized romantic love of Seven. The thought if she behaves well and pushes well, things will be solved.

So, no.

BJ: Sort of. I don't think he needs reciprocation but I do think he feels if he gives love he should be merited with others "good behavior" --- ahhh, okay now I see the parental issues 234trrte oh BJ. He did love Seven unconditionally -- I think. Now I am wondering.

Hiyam: Love is DEFFO transactional. LOL. The only [sort of] exceptions are Rowan and the band. And Orion. [Though she doesnt realize that yet.]

Lala: Love is not transactional. And yes they have.

Ori: He is sorta similar to BJ and Alana, yet not -- I think HE believes he must act a certain way, but he doesnt really expect love from it. Just being tolerated. Hence there no sight of reciprocation. He wants you to accept his existence, but he shall love you anway.

[cherryflavoredbutch]

im just really unhappy that this is my lot in life u know

[theintrovertbean]

WHAT IF what if Nadia cheated on the mc

BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING o know you don't see it happening but it ain't cost nothing to ask

But she was super mega drunk because of the stress of being a countess and she haven't seen mc lately so she got too drunky yk

She was black out drunk she just woke up with that person in bed and was like 😦

Anyyyways

I know it depends on the mc and and all but I'd like to know what you think about it like if the mc forgives her or what if they break up

-🦭

Oooooo that means drinking a shit ton of alcohol because Nadia definitely built up a huge tolerance during her first marriage.

Also, it seems like drunk af Nadia might do stupid stuff? Like, Nadia married Lucio when she was hella drunk, and I don't think she would have done it if she was sober. So, maybe, just maybe, this Nadia cheating on MC thing would be possible. If she had a crazy amount of alcohol, of course.

Idk if any of you have read/watched The Scarlet Letter. I've recently read the very beginning of the novel for a literature class, and it gave me an idea. So, in that novel, Hester (I feel weird because my name is pronounced similarly) had the letter "A" on her chest because she committed adultery. Well, let's just say, this character feels quite the opposite of how Nadia would. I don't want to spoil anything. Still, I think Nadia would feel like she has "adulteress" written all over her skin.

Anyway, let's get into it now. I wrote a whole oneshot, not headcanons like I usually do. This isn't what I had planned, but I do like how it turned out, and I hope that you will too.

Thank you for the request, Anon! It was so much fun to write!

The Pain Behind Her Eyes (Cheater Nadia x MC)

The whole night was a blur, and the raging headache made Nadia groan in pain. When she moved her arm, she felt someone beside her. The Countess thought that maybe her beloved MC came home while she was having fun with a few bottles of wine, and then they somehow ended up in bed, which would explain the absence of her sleepwear.

What a wonderful night it must have been. It's such a pity that she couldn't remember any of it, but finally, she could be in her lover's arms. She spent the last few weeks with the apprentice constantly on her mind, and she often found herself thinking of more lustful images. 

The Countess would often lay awake at night, thinking of her beloved. Their sweet smile that made Nadia's heart melt. Their laugh that could light up her heart even in her deepest sadness. And their body, their gorgeous, desirable body that Nadia so often wanted. 

But when Nadia tried to touch the person next to her, they didn't quite feel right. Perhaps MC changed their skincare routine while they were away. Either way, it was time for the Countess to open her eyes and finally take a good look at her beloved. 

The most horrible sight awaited her. The initial happiness immediately faded away as she glanced at the stranger tangled in her sheets. She hurriedly grabbed her blanket, pulled it up, and covered her body with it, desperately clutching it against her pounding chest. It stirred the stranger awake, and when they attempted to kiss her, she pulled away and got out of bed while still covering herself. Nadia couldn't look at them. Not without disgust.

Nadia wasn't disgusted by the stranger, no. It was her own body and actions that made her feel such a terrible way. She hurriedly sent the stranger away, but not without making sure they wouldn't tell anyone.

The Countess felt like she was going to throw up. How could she do something so horrible? The filth of the previous night was still lingering on her body, in her bed, in their shared bed. She felt so dirty. She wanted to tear off her skin, but even that wouldn't rid her of the shame and her mistake.

With the blanket still around her naked form, Nadia collapsed onto the floor, the sorrow drowning her heart as she cried.

How? Why? She couldn't understand. MC gave her all their love, and they trusted them. Why did she have to do this to them? Even in her drunken state, how could she betray the person she had sworn to love? 

The servants all noticed. They didn't know what she did, even though Nadia always felt like they knew. The Countess' staff saw that she was deeply troubled, and they all whispered among themselves that their mistress must be terribly missing her MC. 

She was. She really was. 

But she was also dreading the day of their arrival.

MC came too soon because Nadia wished to bury herself in her sin forever. And too late because this might not have happened if they had come home earlier.

The moment MC entered the room, they wore a smile on their face. They walked to the Countess with open arms and wrapped her in a hug filled with love. MC pulled back just enough to look at Nadia's face and saw there was pain behind her eyes. "Are you alright?"

She reassured them with a forced smile, "I am fine, my love." But even a fool could see past her lie. Still, MC didn't force her to tell the truth. If Nadia wanted to tell them, they knew that she would. 

An adulteress. That is what you are. Nadia couldn't stop these thoughts from haunting her mind. And the way MC looked at her. She felt as if she had her sin engraved into her skin, and Nadia was desperate to get rid of the burden. 

She knew that she had to tell them.

So she did. Nadia told MC that one night she had too much to drink. She couldn't remember how much she had or how it happened and as the story progressed, Nadia saw all emotions leaving MC. With their body shaking, the apprentice took a step back, keeping their distance from the cheating Countess.

"You cheated on me," MC whispered. Nadia didn't have to tell them the whole story. The look in her eyes gave it away. 

"I'm so sorry, my love," The Countess said as tears began to roll down her face. "I'm so sorry, MC. I was drunk, and I didn't know what I was doing. It was a mistake! Please, forgive me!" She sounded so weak, desperately sobbing, as she got down on her knees and grasped onto MC's hand. "MC, please!"

But MC pulled away. Shaking and with their own voice giving up, they let go of Nadia's hand. "I need to go." 

They were hurt. Of course, they were, and Nadia couldn't blame them. She didn't expect this conversation to go any better. But it was a stupid mistake. Nadia never wanted it to happen, and MC knew that too. She hoped for their forgiveness, but in her heart, Nadia knew that what she did was unforgivable.

When Nadia lost MC, she lost everything.

Her days no longer contained any joy. Each night she went to sleep, she did it knowing she would lie in the bed of her sin. And each time she woke up, her heart ached because of the reminder of that cursed morning. 

Her bed was her grave, and she was being buried alive. 

She often woke up in cold sweat, troubled by frequent nightmares that made sure she would never forget what she had done. The staff also asked her why MC was no longer in the palace, but Nadia couldn't bring herself to tell them the truth. 

One lonely afternoon, the Countess was getting some fresh air on her balcony. Being inside the palace suffocated her, and she often found herself longing to spend time outdoors. Nadia was leaning over the railing, her eyes gazing at the garden that she once happily walked with MC. She would never find love like that again in anyone else. 

She sighed to herself. The loneliness was consuming her. She felt like a fool for hoping that MC would forgive her. But, at least she had known how love felt like, even if only for a while. 

There was another sigh, but not Nadia's. Perhaps an assassin had come to plunge a dagger into her heart and rid her of the pain. She turned around, expecting a scared servant waiting for their mistress to give them a crumb of attention. 

But it was MC, looking at her with the same expression as when she told them of her crime. 

"Do you love me?" MC murmured under their breath, and perhaps it was only the wind that carried their voice to Nadia's ears so that she could hear it. 

"With all my heart," Nadia answered while anxiously clutching her dress.

Neither of them said anything else. For a moment, they both just stood there. Nadia could see that MC was battling their own thoughts and emotions while they stared intensely into her eyes. Whatever they were to do, Nadia would accept it.

Then MC moved, storming towards the Countess, and before she knew it, the apprentice had her in their arms, nails digging into her back, promising to never let go of each other ever again. 

[keiruvieg]

req:hello ! i wanted to say that i really like your writing, keep going you’re awesome!

I was also wondering if you could write some fluff with Choso? I think he’s so underrated and he’s totally husband/boyfriend material !

Thanks for your time ✨❤️

a/n: tysm!!!! im sorry it took too long i barely had the energy to do schoolworks so yeah. SORRY IT WAS LATE WHEN I REALIZED U WANTED A FLUFF SCENARIO ILL PROB DO A SEPARATE ONE FOR THAT UNTIL THEN PLS WAIT. I ALREADY DID THE HCS AND I CANT JUST PUT IT OUT AJHDAJDHAJHDAKD

here’s my previous hc if yall are curious

WARNINGS: lol i barely edited this so yeah if yall have pet peeves for grammatical error please scroll down immediately

word count:1426

the cutest human bean in this world

HE POUTS HAVE YALL SEEN THAT

this man will cling into you on the mornings no matter what the cost

HE KNOWS HOW TO COOK(idk if i mentioned it already in my previous hc buT HE KNOWS HOW TO COOK, EVEN THOUGH ITS WEIRD SOMETIMES BUT THE TASTE IT THERE)

yall watched the “the way of househusband”? there’s a part there where Tatsu just buy the mosssssssstttt randomest things

choso will do that

he’ll buy a mixer

he’ll buy a hoola hoop

heck he’ll prob even buy you a flower crown

HE LOOKS VRY INTIMIDATING BUT HE IS SO SWEET

i love you every now and then cause why not

prob say it out loud to know that youre still there

you’re prob on the bathroom and he’ll shout i love you

pls dont say mean things to him while you’re mad he’ll overthink abt it all through out

like geto on my other ask,,,,he prob has otherwordly instinct

lol he’ll know when you’ll do smthn crazayyyyy

holding hands with him are a must

prob hold ur hand at the most randomest time

will cry if u have to go somewhere far

hE WANTS TO LEARN FROM YOU

lol just dress up with a blouse and thigh highs with a pencil skirt and messy bun with glasses

he’ll just stare at u the whole time

asking why u dressed like tht

pls he wants you to teach him everything he doesnt know

he’ll buy you hair clips too you cant change my mind with that

COFFEE DATES? COFFEE DATES.

choso aint tht kind of rich person he’ll rather stay home than go to a fancy restaurant

but choso in a suit seems fine asf-

lol he’ll walk around the house with just a sweatpants and bread with his hands

YALL KNOW THE NECKLACE WHERE U PUT BLOOD IN A BOTTLE

YEAH THE BOTH OF U MUST DO THT

u’ll see him pout if u dont

if he accidentally used it in an attack or protect himself man will be so disappointed

but he will not talk abt it tho,,,he’ll prob be so quiet abt it because he dont wanna bother you.

play chess with him and you’ll lose

you’ll prob put your half portion in his lap while you guys are on a couch and man will just rub you

he sleeps alot in his stomach

he’ll plop down the bed

LOL HE’S SO FLEXIBLE TOO

wait wait lemme just put it out with how he came up with his feelings for you

man will not do anything bout it cause he thought it was normal

he was like “no, it prob it isnt that special”

unTIL HE KEEPS FINDING UR PRESENCE

though- he wont think much abt it too

he’ll just think that ur always there thats why your absence seems different

and it kept on going too

and now he just have to ask someone where you are

unTIL SOMEONE ASKED HIM WITH

“do u like her or smthn”

man was shock

man was offended

wht was “like” anyways

someone explained it to him-

man kept thinking bout it

until he ask you abt it

like “do u like someone?”

and if u said yes-

man’s heart will throb

man knows something was up now-

he’ll prob keep it to himself the whole time

pls just ask him abt it if u notice something cause man was a lil obvious

he was getting shy when u asked him-

he’ll just confess right there and then

he’ll respect any opinions you’ll give him tho

say yes-who wouldnt want choso

and now you’re stuck with him not like you’re complaining

i know yall are thirsty(cause i am too) but i dont see choso as to someone who’s always horny

tho he’ll prob ask you something abt that foreign feeling

like i said in my previous hc- mans will use petnames on u

he’s sooooooooooooooooo caring

you sick

let him take care of everything

thats where your teaching comes in

he’ll remember anything

man got good brains

overall would 100 percent recommend this man cause why tf not he’s hot,he’s sweet,he’s caring, EVERYTHING IS IN HIM ALREADY JUST PLEASE DONT DIE 

[philhoffman]

Hey! Hope your well! I have to hear your thoughts on the twister sequel announced last week, so unexpected!

I’m doing pretty great thanks, hope you are too!

Ooh I have so many thoughts and feelings about this, many of them conflicting! I guess I just want to hear more before I decide whether to get excited or dread it, lol. I adore Twister and while I’m not inherently opposed to a sequel, I’ve never really wanted one, either.

Nothing can take away from how much fun the first one is, but there are so many ways a sequel, at this point, over 25 years later, can disappoint. Like, a Happiness/Life During Wartime scenario in which the sequel obliterates your ideas about the original characters would the the worst 😭 There’s a possibility it could be a lot of fun, but Twister is such a quintessentially 90s flick that Hollywood does not make anymore, and if they can’t capture that energy…

Without Phil and Bill Paxton, of course, it gets even more complicated. The idea of a sequel without them and their characters is uncomfortable, both in the sadness of their real deaths and the not knowing how it’ll be addressed. Will they be mentioned? You can’t not mention them, right? Will they say Bill and Dusty were killed chasing a storm? That feels kind of cheap to me, I don’t know. I really don’t like that. I refuse to believe they’d recast. It’s weird!

Based on the initial reports, it’s about Bill and Jo’s daughter. It’d be nice if they could say like, “Uncle Dusty is out in Iowa doing [idk, storm videography, whatever his job was in the first movie]!” and leave it at that, but it sounds like Bill’s absence (the actor and the character) will be a bigger part of the story that can’t be mentioned offhandedly.

I’d almost prefer if it was an entirely different group unconnected to the first crew, except mentored by Jo? Then the stakes wouldn’t be so high and there wouldn’t be as much pressure.

After giving it some thought, I think my perfect callback would be a lingering shot of a framed photo in Jo’s house or lab or van — a picture of the whole OG crew, maybe the one of them all sitting on the hood of the Barn Burner? Bill’s not in that picture, so maybe there’s one of him next to it. Show them, remember them warmly, and move on. You don’t have to explain what happened to anyone, you don’t have to kill anyone off, please. Just say “that was then, this is now,” and tell the new story. But what do I know, I’ve never written a screenplay.

[nonbinarychaoticstupid]

fifteen (hugging each other) if you want? (any ship/pairing/anything you feel like) aaaa

:0 skjckiskjdshd i was going to do carulia bc AA but then i fell into the lumity hyperfixation and this was born dksjdjksdjknjf this is the fastest i have ever written for a prompt

ft amity being ridiculously soft and in love and probably a lot of spelling mistakes idk

They drop Willow and Gus at their respective homes before midnight sets in - Amity even helps Gus crawl in through his window, which is nice of her, Luz thinks. She's too sore and tired to do anything except stand behind her, watching the street in case Odalia comes tearing down it on top of another abomination (probably with teeth this time, because who knows what happened after they ran away from the warehouse), gripping her sore arm and thinking about how her heart started pounding in her ears earlier, how she flushed when Amity grabbed her shoulder and hurried her outside and had to stare determinedly at the stars for a good ten minutes before she could look her in the eyes again, how -

"Luz?"

She jumps. It's Amity - of course it's Amity, she's been anxiously hovering around her and mumbling apologies for her parents since they were sure they weren't being followed - and she's holding out her hand and offering her a small, awkward half-smile, and Luz's heart gives a funny little jump, and then a second as she takes it and laces their fingers together.

And then a third, this time for a different reason altogether, when Gus pokes his head out of the window above them and waves.

Amity waves back (She really likes us now, Luz thinks, grinning up at the illusion of Gus's disembodied head propped on his balcony), and when they set off down the street, she feels her own grip tighten ever so slightly around her hand.

She lets out a long breath. Everything is fine. It's a beautiful, silent night, and she's wandering down the prettiest street in Bonesborough and holding Amity's hand, and there's still abomination gunk in her hair, but everything is... fine. Great, actually. And Amity is smiling, which is awesome, because Luz has never seen her smile at anything like that before.

She could get used to it, honestly.

Amity glances at her and smiles again, softer, slower. "You're making your idea face."

Luz blinks, resists the urge to reach up and feel exactly what face she's making. "Oh, am I? I have an idea face? That's pretty cool, actually. Or is it? Because then everyone knows what I'm thinking. Nah, still cool. I have an idea face. Yeah. I'm intimidating and cool. A bad boy, if you will."

She laughs. (Luz's heart does the funny little jumping thing again. She wonders, distantly, if it shows.) "The literal walking definition of a bad boy, you goof."

"Baddest boy in the Boiling Isles. Lesser witches cower before my star power."

Amity laughs again. She has a really nice laugh (like, wow), and it's still making something in her chest feel funny. "Luz the Bad Boy," she says, somewhat giddily.

"Azura the Good Witch and her edgy cousin." She squeezes Amity's hand, swinging their interlaced fingers between them. It's not often they get moments together like this, and she's starting to understand now what it is that's making her heart race and her breathing feel funny, and she thinks, a little distantly, that spending time alone with Amity is going to be - weird now, and - "I'd read that book."

"Please don't tell me the next thing we do is write it."

"Oh, we?" Luz turns to grin at her. "There's a we now?"

And Amity - Amity flushes.

"Yes - I, um - a - a we, sure, I don't - I dunno, uh - we as - as in - um -" She bites the inside of her cheek, glancing away, and Luz's heart does the jumping thing again.

"Wow, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she mumbles, grip loosening on her hand, and she chews on her lip and squeezes it tighter. It probably isn't the best move, but Amity... Amity seems to respond well to it - she squeezes her hand back, and when they round a corner and officially make it out of the main town, Luz notices that they're walking in sync. The realisation makes her smile.

"Amity," she begins, and Amity jumps.

"Hm?"

"Are you gonna go back to your parents tonight? I - I don't think that's really safe. You - you could - uh, you could stay with us, if you want. Just until school tomorrow. King won't sleep on your clothes if I tell him not to, I swear."

She smiles at her over the space between them - the same soft, slow smile that made Luz's heart do the Thing again earlier. "I - thanks for the offer, but I'll probably go to Skara's. She's used to it. Me coming over after an incident, I mean."

"Stuff like that's happened before?" Luz whispers, and she meant it to sound casual, not... tense. "I'm - I'm really sorry, Amity. I'm sorry for pushing you earlier."

Amity shrugs. "You didn't know. It's not like I go around telling people. And it's not - it's not a big deal, anyway."

"Amity, that necklace -"

"Luz," she mumbles, not unkindly. "It's not a big deal. I can handle it. I've got Edric and Emira."

"And your father?"

She shrugs again, slower this time. "He doesn't care. Mom could dangle us over the edge of a cliff and he'd be more concerned with the soil density than, you know, his children."

Luz can't think of anything to say except "I'm sorry." She reaches out with her free hand, touches Amity's shoulder, and she gives her a long, warm look. And they fall silent.

And Amity's head falls gently onto her shoulder.

--

The silence lasts for the majority of the walk home, right up until they make it into the woods, and then Amity lifts her head from Luz's shoulder and murmurs, "It's really pretty out here at night, isn't it?"

Looking over at her and saying yeah, it is would be the obvious and cliché thing to do, and also Amity would notice and probably laugh at her, so Luz stares determinedly again at the sky for the second time tonight and chokes out, "Yup. Really pretty. Love living out here. Especially at night."

Amity giggles, and it's the most undignified and adorable sound she's ever heard come out of her mouth. "You're a dork."

"Biggest dork on the Boiling Isles. Baddest boy around. My list of qualifications just keeps on growing."

She laughs again. And Luz realises that ever since they escaped the warehouse, she's been... relaxed. Not happy, because dealing with a mother like that probably couldn't leave her feeling particularly cheerful, but... open. Softer, warmer. And she thinks it's because of the absence of the necklace.

They stop not far from the Owl House, in the shelter of a large tree she knows, logically, isn't oak, but looks too close to be anything but. Amity's head falls back onto her shoulder again. She makes a soft, contented noise (and the Thing happens again, and she thinks, wow), and mumbles, "You're thinking about the necklace, aren't you?"

"I didn't say anything. That was all you. But yes, I am curious. D'you - d'you want to talk about it?"

A long, almost languid shrug. She reminds Luz of a cat sometimes. "She used it to talk to me. And, uh - and keep me in line, I guess. Threaten me where no-one else could hear it. Where Dad couldn't stop it. Yeah, he did try to stop it sometimes. Mostly because he seems to draw the line at physical injury he can't explain to the authorities." The corners of her mouth twitch up, and Luz has to shake herself.

"That's awful," she breathes, feeling small. "That's horrible, Amity, I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Amity detaches herself from Luz's side, and her hair is messy and sticking to the side of her face and when she steps away and turns to face her she keeps a hold of her hand. "Come on, I'll walk you to the door."

Luz smiles at her.

--

Amity lets go of her hand when they get to the porch. (Luz tries not to visibly frown at the loss of her presence.) She makes it all the way to the door, Amity trailing behind her with an odd, uncertain expression, and then something shifts a little within her ribcage and she spins around and flings herself into her arms, and Amity yelps and stumbles back a little, and then she loops her arms around her shoulders and hugs her back.

Luz likes hugging Amity.

It's such a simple thought, and it makes her feel so strangely delighted. They fit perfectly between each other's arms, and in the half-dark, lit only by the dim, guttering light from the lamps inside the house itself, and she has the feeling that the only reason Hooty isn't directly behind them making some snide comment is because Lilith is inside and entertaining him, thank G0d.

Something like five minutes pass - I've been hugging Amity for five whole minutes, oh my gosh - and then she hears, somewhere to her left, "Uh, Luz?"

"Hm?"

"This is nice."

She settles her head on Amity's shoulder. "It is."

"I think I have to let go now."

"Nooo..." She buries her head in Luz's hoodie, just gently enough to make her heart do the Thing again, and sighs, and Luz laughs.

"You okay there?"

"Don't get a lot of hugs."

"Mm. You can still stay with us tonight if you want." ('Don't get a lot of hugs.')

Amity shakes her head. "I'm good. Thank you, though."

"Thank you for saving my life today. You were awesome. You are awesome. I can't imagine doing anything like that."

"Luz," she says, warmly, softly, "You do it all the time."

And with that, she steps back, lets go of her entirely, and practically skips into the night, leaving Luz to stare after her and wonder why she left so fast, and spend the rest of the night agonising over this weird, warm feeling buzzing away in her chest.